#but the idea would not stop tormenting me until it was written down

[riality-check]

more daisy jones-adjacent things. this time, they're finally starting to hate each other a little less.

parts 1, 2, and 3, for your reading pleasure. less drugs this time around, but way more talk about steve's ptsd. part 5. part 6. part 7.

ao3

Steve has never co-written anything before. All of his songs are his, from start to finish. Every note, every chord, every syllable is his invention, and he takes them all very seriously.

That's not to say that he doesn't accept help. He wouldn't be himself if he wasn't constantly bouncing ideas off of Robin and Dustin and Lucas, and he always has other people look it over and offer suggestions.

But the initial creation? That's all him. Steve likes that kind of control.

Writing with a band is very different. Eddie declares it, the song Steve pissed him off enough into writing, done after they've got lyrics and a lead guitar part.

"They'll write the rest," he says, like it's that simple.

Steve can't imagine letting go that much. In all honesty, he's scared shitless. He's never been good at being nice. Charming, yes. Nice, no. And he doesn't know how he'll be nice if the drum, bass, and rhythm guitar parts suck.

It's his song. Well, his and Eddie's, which is weird to think about, but still.

Steve has never co-written anything before.

And, to make matters worse, he fell asleep last night.

He knew it was coming. He's never made it past seventy-two hours, no matter how hard he tries or how high he gets. He knew it was coming, and he prepped as best as he could.

That didn't stop him from sleeping in three hour bursts, at max. Torn between the nightmares and the exhaustion and the crash, he freaked out, passed out, and repeated the cycle until he had to get up and go to the studio.

At least this time, last night, he was back in the Byers house. Scary as shit, with the initial confusion never fading, but it's the best of the nightmares he gets. Between the dogs and the torture, Steve's brain has plenty of worse things to torment him with.

Maybe he should be grateful, but he's never been good at dealing with what he's given.

This morning, he doesn't need to take anything. He's tired, but not that tired, and he's trying to give himself breaks when he can.

He doesn't want to die. He just wants to stay awake.

He has a coffee, though. That's mostly for the taste. His tolerance is shot to hell, so it's not like caffeine makes a real difference.

Steve walks into the studio, coffee in hand, and sees the band setting up and tuning their instruments. Jeff gives him a little wave, Gareth nods absently as he tightens his snare, and Archie positively beams.

"Steve, you're a saint," he says, a little mischief in his eyes. "Different chords, finally. I could kiss you."

Steve laughs and promptly cuts himself off when he sees Eddie staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks once the silence has stretched on for too long.

"Why are you here?" Eddie asks bluntly.

Steve, notably, doesn't flinch back. He doesn't snap. He doesn't do anything that he would regret later.

He just says, steadily, "I can go if you don't want me."

He stands there, and he swallows back his hurt. He thought Eddie was finally warming up to him. He took Eddie's fighting words as an improvement from being ignored. And, as usual, Steve thought wrong.

"Hang on a sec," Jeff says. He sets his guitar down and stands between Steve and Eddie. "I said I wanted Steve on backing vocals for this."

"Is Steve not on backing vocals?" Gareth asks from the other side of the room.

"Far as I know, he is," Archie says with a pointed look at Eddie.

Eddie turns to look at Jeff instead. Steve watches their intense staring match and thinks about just walking out.

Before he can take the first step, Eddie says, "Fine."

"Fine what?" Steve can't help but ask.

"Stay."

Steve nods, but he turns to Jeff. "Are you sure? It's fine if-"

"I'm sure," Jeff says. "I think you wrote this song more for your register than mine."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Jeff says. "I changed everything I can't hit, but I just want a little more support, you know?"

Steve looks around the little studio space, around at all the cables and amps and mics and instruments, and he counts. Then counts again.

"There's only four mics," he says.

Jeff picks his guitar back up and gives it a little strum. "Share with Eddie."

"What?" Eddie says, looking like he would rather walk out than do that.

"Nothing against you, Steve," Jeff explains, ignoring Eddie. "I'm just a big personal space guy. Can't focus otherwise."

Steve looks over at Eddie, still sitting, still scowling.

"Fine," he says, because he'll be professional, even if Eddie won't.

"You guys are fucking killing me," Chrissy says, and Argyle, the audio engineer next to her, nods in agreement. "Can we get this show on the road?"

Gareth gives them a little salute, one that Chrissy rolls her eyes at. "We all ready?"

"As we'll ever be," the rest of the band choruses.

Steve shrugs. "Yeah."

"You warm up?" Eddie asks, walking toward his mic.

Steve follows. "Never do."

Eddie rolls his eyes, but then Chrissy gives them the all-clear, Gareth counts them off, and they start.

And something switches.

Steve knew this would be higher energy. Different genre, different sound, whatever. But there's something fucking electric about playing with a band instead of being by himself in an iso booth, drilling vocals until he has a take he's happy with.

Recording with a band brings a different sort of energy. It creates a feedback loop, getting them higher, playing faster, sounding better.

Steve tells himself to back off. He's not the star of this show. He's been invited, and a quarter of the people in this room don't want him here.

But filling in the gaps has always come easy to him, and he gives the backing vocals his all.

And somewhere between the guitar solo and the end of the song, Eddie smiles at him for the first time.

It's quick, but it's blinding. Steve didn't think Eddie could smile until he does. It's quick as a flash and wide and feral and a little mean, but it's there, and it's directed at him.

But just like that, the first take is over. It was messy and imperfect, and as soon as it ends, Eddie is back to scowling at him.

But it's not as harsh. And that's how Steve knows that he wasn't imagining that little bit of something.

"Holy shit," Archie says, as soon as they're done. "This is gonna be a good song."

"It's gonna be a great song," Jeff says.

"I want more from Steve," Gareth adds, and the rest of the guys agree.

Even Eddie, however begrudgingly.

"Alright, boys," Chrissy says. "You've got the fun out of your systems. Let's focus and make some music."

Steve looks over at Eddie, who nods, however slightly. And he thinks, because he has never been able to kill hope a day in his life, that they could make a good team if Eddie could stop hating his guts.

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[griefabyss69]

Pulling It

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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‘EDGE’ wc: 509 | rated: M | cw: Weed and like some dry humping

Here's 3/4 of Eddie's side of The Hole Story (Rated E), there will be 1 more installment <3

The night does not go as planned, but Eddie thinks his plans sucked compared to this anyway.

All of Eddie's ideas of what was supposed to happen and what should be true are dead in the water.

Steve drowned them when he let his thigh rest against Eddie's on his bed, had accepted the fact that they had to do it in here, that Wayne doesn't want him smoking in the rest of the trailer.

Between the buzzing start to his high and the deep warmth of Steve's leg, the way he shifts and his hip falls right into Eddie's…

He's not suffering, but he's definitely being tormented. Maybe Steve's not an angelic reward but he's the devil's way of toying with him. Not that he minds, but when their fingers touch as he passes the joint, there's a moment where he might just grab him and dig in. Eat him right up, all of him.

"Thanks," Steve says, deep and murmured right beside Eddie's ear. "Merry Christmas."

Eddie has to laugh, get some of the tension out, and he hopes Steve doesn't notice the desperation in it. He watches his lips as he pulls a drag; catches himself from swaying forward just in time.

Steve was supposed to bring a movie and they were supposed to eat the cookies that probably weren't accidentally poison and they were supposed to be the giggle at stupid shit kind of stoned.

Instead the weed is going right to his impulse control and he thinks the air might electrocute him with how charged his skin feels; electricity drips down his spine like a melting ice cube.

Instead, they finish off the joint, and Steve put his hands flat against his chest and pushes Eddie down on the bed so he can join him. Eddie instinctively grabs him and tugs him in closer, because the bed isn't that big and he doesn't want Steve to roll off the edge.

"Hey, careful," he says, a shield against his desire to keep tugging until they're inside of each other. "Don't fall off."

Steve laughs, all giddy and sweet and his lips are an enticing frame for his teeth. Eddie could easily lean in and lick them.

"Thanks, don't think your floor would be as nice to me," he says, and aggressively snuggles in.

A hand to his shoulder, to his forearm. Steve's face pressed to his collarbone and his mouth moving around words that Eddie loses because he's too busy enjoying the hard beat of Steve's heart against his stomach.

"-'s been driving me crazy, and I don't think you know you're doing it?"

Eddie blanked on something important, but he can save it.

"What do you think?" He asks with a tentative touch to Steve's back.

"Maybe you don't, maybe you just have a slutty tongue," Steve laughs, and Eddie nearly chokes on his spit. "Who licks their lips that much?"

"Um," is all he's got, but Steve just rubs his cheek against his shirt.

"Even when I hated you, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Fuck.

Heat floods him as Steve edges his thigh between Eddie's spreading legs and pushes.

#griefabyss69 writing #the hole story #steddiemicroficfebruary

[gretelshelby]

Disposable

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 969

Warnings: angst & heartache

Summary: Tommy’s angry and Y/N has had enough of always being readily available to console him.

A/N: It was just an angsty type of day. I’m prepared for this to completely flop because I haven’t written in so long, but either way, here it is. Broke my heart :/

“What do you want from me Y/N, ey? What the fuck do you want ?!” Tommy hollered throwing his coat on the kitchen table. You stood in the middle of the room watching your best friend spiral into uncontrollable rage. You were so sure about having this talk with him but watching his anger spill out in front you, you were no longer confident.

“Tommy.. I just,” you muttered as the man continued to throw himself down on his designated eating chair hiding his face in his hands suddenly going still and waiting for your reply.

“What? Y/N.” he tried again this time more collected but nonetheless annoyed.

“Nothing, nothing. I can’t speak with you when you’re like this,” you bit back at him.

“Fuck off Y/N,” he whispered shaking his head with his eyes closed. You snorted a breath at him and stormed out the room slamming the door behind you the same way he did when he entered.

Seconds after you left, Tommy realized what he had just done. The both of you always walked the line across an unspoken kindness. He’s never cursed at you, neither you at him. But now he had.

At the end of the day you were like a safe place to him, listening and watching him flirt and use other woman for his own benefit. Then you had to hear about it afterwards.

It has crossed your mind several times that he was using you just as much. You hated thinking about it knowing your own developing feelings for him. Once after asking him why you didn’t just date each other, he told you he wasn’t ready to, and that it’s just different with you. That’s something you never understood. If it was different, that had to mean he held some sort of feelings for you, right?

Nevertheless, since then, for years now, you stay by his side, being his confidant and disposable priest listening to all of his thoughts and sins. Of course, when he found a woman more interesting to occupy his time, he went to her instead. Until someone breaks it off and he comes running back to you.

You were sick of it, and that was exactly what you wanted to talk with him about today.

As you started down the dimming street on Watery Lane, you found yourself an upside down barrel to sit on and get your thoughts together.

You were always Tommy's second choice, at least that's what he made it seem to be. Looking down at your hands, you ran your fingers over the top of your hand and wrist the way he used to do.

You missed him - the Tommy you first met. He was always so gentle with you, and you felt like he would always be there to protect you, from people, from your thoughts. But in reality it was just the opposite. Not only his presence but the idea of him tormented you. The ideas he put in your head that you were his best friend, the one he couldn't lose, the one he put first. That wasn't true. They were just words. The way he acts proved it.

And now he crossed that line and finally cursed at you. The words kept repeating in your head. Fuck off Y/N...

"Y/N!" Tommy's voice echoed through the darkness. You rolled your eyes and stood up to make your way in the opposite direction of him, but you couldn't move. You kept willing to step forward but your legs were cemented to the gravel.

"Y/n," he said in a much softer and quiet voice now, stopping still behind you. God how much you loved that voice.

"What?" you snapped at him, still facing away from him.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously, guilt flooding through his heart knowing he's been pushing you away and that there was no one else to blame but himself.

"I am going" you simply stated shrugging and blinking back the heat of the tears threatening your eyes.

Nevertheless, your response didn't answer his question and he slowly sighed in defeat. He wasn't going to get you back. "Just, Y/N... tell me what you want? Please, just tell me what I've done wrong. You know I love you," he pleaded but you snorted at his all too familiar words.

"Thomas," you spun around to face him.

"Thomas Shelby, you very well know what I want. You, I want you, and I have waited for you for years. Years! Tommy, I love you, how could you fucking ask what I want?" you ran your mouth anger filling you once again. He stood there watching you, watching his world falling apart as you flung your arms at his chest.

The truth was however, that he really did love you the most. He did need you the most. And he knew he would have a much more difficult time in life without being able to share it with you. The reason he chooses to be with every woman but you was because he didn't want to lose you. He knew his toxic traits and habits that everyone eventually got tired of and left him for. Whatever the reason, whoever he got into an argument with, they would leave, and they wouldn't come back. He didn't want you to be the woman who never came back.

And as you continued yelling and spewing insults at the man standing in front of you, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your body.

"You know why I do this Y/n... you know," he kept whispering in your ear stroking your hair back, the same way he does when his horses get spooked. You let your tears soak his shirt and just for that moment, clung onto him like he was the last person on Earth.

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?

Baby Fever

Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖

Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖

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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.

She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.

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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.

He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.

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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.

He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.

"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.

He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.

She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.

He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".

He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.

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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".

"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .

"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.

She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.

"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.

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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.

"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.

"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.

"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.

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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.

He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.

"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.

Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".

"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.

She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.

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[blossom-hwa]

Hello there! Can I request a fic for your 5-year anniversary drabble game, please? Something like "the boyz juyeon + regency au". I think you're an amazing writer and I love your work! And congratulations on your 5 years on Tumblr. Thank you :)

thank you for your request and kind words, I hope you enjoy this!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(update: I've written a sequel to this story, lilacs and roses!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: What the Heart Wants

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Note: it might be assumed that the reader is fem based on the story’s time period, but I’ve tried to remove all gender-identifying information regarding the reader to make it as gender neutral as possible

Word count: 963

Warnings: n/a

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When the door to the balcony opens behind you, when you hear footsteps tapping across the stone, all you do is sigh. “If you come out here, people will talk, my lord.”

Juyeon steps up to the balcony railing next to you. You can feel him looking at you, even if you don’t return his gaze. “I know.”

Sighing loudly, you step away. “Stop making this harder than it has to be.”

“I could say the same to you.”

You give in to the urge to turn toward the man you love, pinching the bridge of your nose in a futile effort to hide the emotion prickling behind your eyes. “You’re the one with the power to stop pursuing me,” you snap. “End it, and look at someone else.”

For a long moment, Juyeon only looks at you. His eyes remain soft despite your sharp words. “Would it were that I could,” he finally says slowly, “I would have already done that a long time ago.” He takes a step forward, and though your mind screams for you to step back, not a single muscle in your body will allow you to move. 

“But in every room,” he murmurs, close enough for his breath to ghost across your lips, “it seems my eyes only search for you.”

You grasp the balcony with a vice grip, knuckles turning pale as you hold yourself against Juyeon’s gaze. “Well, they shouldn’t,” you say, voice cracking on the last word. “It’s not my season. It’s past my time. You should be looking at the others in the ballroom, the ones who are really here to be married, not a spinster like me -”

“If you marry me, you will be a spinster no longer.”

You freeze. 

Juyeon takes another step forward, so gentle, so calm, so at ease in contrast to all the emotions whirling sharply in your own chest. His eyes remain steady upon yours, and it all just doesn’t make sense. 

He was a rake, the very definition of one. While respectful as far as you were concerned, you know Juyeon had no intention of settling down until very recently - the entire ton did. When he did finally show up to the first ball of the season as an eligible bachelor, every debutant and their mama was there, clamoring for his attention. 

You were only there to guide your younger sister, newly debuted that season and terribly shy. Your time had passed. Your entire family had accepted you would be a spinster - a drag on your family’s finances for certain, but at least your brother cared for you and would not let you starve - you weren’t supposed to steal the light from your young, sweet sister. You weren’t supposed to put yourself at the center of the ton’s attention, the main source of news in every one of Lady Whistledown’s society papers. You weren’t supposed to capture the eye of a rake. 

And most certainly you weren’t supposed to fall in love with him, either.

A thousand emotions rise in your chest and it takes all of your effort to swallow them down. Juyeon - he’s chased you around these balls, tormented you with his gentle smiles and laughing eyes, torn down each thorny bramble you’d grown around your heart with his strong hands and sweet touch. He pursued you, and you have been so scared, so terrified you would just be another one of his old conquests that you bloodied his skin with your barbed refusals and bladed attacks, but now he’s saying he would marry you and -

Too late, you realize you’re trembling. From emotion or cold, you aren’t sure, but when Juyeon takes the hand that’s been holding the balcony railing and folds it into his, you finally feel like you can breathe. 

“You want to marry me.” Your voice, barely a whisper, surely couldn’t have reached Juyeon’s ears over the muted din of the music in the ballroom. 

But it does, somehow, because Juyeon nods, taking the final step forward to slot himself against you. “I do,” he says quietly, and with those two words your final defenses drop, and you allow him to come into you, pressing his lips to yours. 

He is - strong. And steady. And so, so warm. You gasp into his lips, trying to catch your breath as your heart pounds, and Juyeon only takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling you flush to his chest. 

For how long you stay there, locked in each other’s embrace, you don’t know. All you know is that when you do split apart, Juyeon is looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. 

On your part, it feels like if you let go of him, the entire world will fall to pieces. 

“Marry me, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. “I do not think I could stand to be without you in my arms for a moment longer.”

There are tears in your eyes. You only register them when one of Juyeon’s hands shifts up your cheek to wipe a tear from the side of your face, the brush of his thumb gentle as his firm hold on your waist. 

He loves you, you realize, staring into Juyeon’s sparkling eyes. He loves you - truly loves you, loves you enough to turn against expectation, to chase you through the thorny maze of your emotions to show you his own heart beating for you. 

Just as your own heart beats for him. 

You nod once, twice, three times. Juyeon’s eyes light up as you do, relief shattering over his expression as you open your mouth to speak. 

“I will, Juyeon,” you whisper, kissing him softly. “I will marry you.” 

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[quietwhispersofaffection]

This is not like any of the other pieces I have written before. This is a story that I hope to continue one day if time permits. For those who might have been wanting to read something anime related, this is not what you are looking for though I would appreciate it greatly if you decided to read anyway. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read my stories posted and have decided to follow me. I hope to post something within the week and next upcoming month before I take a two month trip out of the country.

Happy Reading <3

~His God~

God was supposed to be someone fair, someone worthy of holding the people’s dreams and giving them the lives they searched for if only they put the work in.

Yet to him, this was not accurate. To him, there was no god because if there was, he would have been pulled from this torment far longer ago. This god that stood before him was one that only desired bloodshed and lust, nothing more and nothing less. This god did not wish for real devotion and passion, it only wished to seize it from him. It wanted to destroy his being, break him until there was nothing left but a fragile husk of who he had, at one time, been.

And as he lay there, staring up into the abyss that was the god’s eyes, slowly losing consciousness, he could no longer find it within himself to despise it. He no longer coddled the hatred that had festered within him because as he watched its pupils expand as they met his gaze, he felt as if he could no longer run from it, and he no longer wanted to try.

It had devoured his soul whole, and he didn’t do anything to stop it.

It had been dim on that night, and he knew he should have never left the house. Idiotic Riley, how had he let that stupid asshole convince him in the first place that clubbing would be an acceptable idea? Perhaps if Riley had put forth the idea when he was younger, he would have pondered it. He would have agreed wholeheartedly, wanting to drown his sorrows in the drinks and flashing lights that were bound to give someone a stroke. At one time, it had been a perfect distraction from the fact that his father had died and his mother had left in the twilight. But he was older, and he could understand why his mother did it, and why she condemned him for it.

He just wished Riley hadn’t asked, especially since he knew how much he detested nightclubs. They crawled with the souls that could no longer stand the lives they lived in. The ones who craved the rush that could only be felt when they downed a shot, eventually falling shitfaced to the ground. The ones who, if they weren’t prudent, could find themselves in a life that was far more ominous than the one they were trying to flee from.

He couldn’t accept that he used to be someone like that, and he hated himself for it. He wished that he could take away the miserable memories of the times laughing with only alcohol and not blood in his veins. Yet he was forced to live with his errors.

Shutting and locking his door, he lifted his head to peer at the house before him, making sure that all the windows were closed and shutters pulled tight. He couldn’t deal with his roommate screaming in his face again if he forgot to close the windows. It was almost as if he could hear the echoes of her vociferous voice piercing his eardrums again if he thought hard enough. That was the first time he had ever seen her furious, and he did not desire to pull that from her a second time.

As he began to walk down the street, he was already acutely aware of eyes peeking at him through their windows, shutters being closed with clunks whenever he passed them by. He had never lived in an exceptionally well-off neighborhood, and the actuality that he was a poor university student didn't make it any easier. He had no money for a car, nor the shuttle or bus, and mysteriously every single shop in town was devoid of a working bike. His part-time job was the only thing keeping him alive and safe in a warm bed. His roommate had been forgiving enough to not force him to pay rent and live as a freeloader as long as he bought the groceries. Which was something he was far from opposed to.

So he was forced to walk everywhere, and though it was good for his health, it had become problematic in all facets of his life.

Riley had told him that they would be meeting at a club about five blocks away from his residence, a strange place he had thought because he had never seen anything even resembling a club on his thousands of walks down the neighborhood. Although he had wanted to ask why this place had been chosen, he didn’t have the intrepidity to even remotely go against Riley’s wishes. He had seemed so enthusiastic over the phone when he had invited him to go, and if he pulled out now, he didn’t think he could live with himself when faced with Riley’s disappointed face.

As he walked, he became so lost in thought, unaware of the sounds and the people moving around him. He never noticed the person slinking in the shadows paces behind him, holding their breath and avoiding large chunks of gravel and dirt that could alert him to their presence. He supposed no one could have noticed them unless they had been incredibly acute and susceptible to the presence of others.

Which he, painfully, was not. And that had been the start of the living hell that he found himself in years after.

He couldn’t ever make sense of the efforts being put into trying to kill him, he had been such a gentle person that he couldn’t fathom ever trying to end someone else’s life.

He remembered it hurt like hell and the only thing he could feel along the intact parts of his skin was warmth like none other. He would have been soothed by the feeling in an ordinary circumstance, but he knew this was not one, and he knew that heat was coming from his own body.

He let out a bloodcurdling scream, feeling his throat go hoarse from the pressure being applied to his vocal cords. He remembered that scream had been the loudest he had ever let out, yet that was the only thing he could do before he began to see white and to feel as if he was plunging into something soft, like in a sick dream.

Even though he hadn’t remembered much, there was one aspect of his death that he did remember, one that was so brutally etched into his brain that he could never forget it and it had left him pondering his existence within death’s clutches.

“Tell it that I sent you. It told me that if I sent it your heart, it would reward me!”

“Who are you, little one?” A gentle voice called out to him from the sea of white light. “How has a human stumbled within my realm?”

He whimpered, feeling the blood continuing to gush from his stomach, though trying to speak but finding he was incapable. Where was he? Who was he?

“Oh my, oh dear, you are a fragile little one I see,” the gentle voice cooed to him, words becoming distorted in low mumbles and whispers. “Let me help you.”

As the blood flowed, it slowly ceased into small drips, too little to make him bleed out and die. Die.

“You must be wondering where you are, you cute little human,” the voice echoed with a melting chuckle. “Do not fret, my domain is one of quiet, though since you seemed to have arrived I must spruce up the place.”

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice around him that reverberated through his bones and head. What was speaking to him, was it a god?

“I am no god, though to you small creatures I am sure that I would be considered one. I hold more power than one could imagine, yet I have no use for it anymore.” The hum within its words began to vibrate within his soul, forcing his eyes to feel heaving with sleep. Where was he?

“Oh my,” it cooed again, a giggle echoing within the space of this reality. “Are you sleepy, do not hold back. I will look after you, I bring no harm to such a cute thing.”

This did nothing to quell the fear within him, but he slowly began to slump to the ground. Perhaps the blood that he had lost drained him more than he knew. Why was he bleeding in the first place? He couldn’t remember a thing.

“I’m sure you have many questions, and I do apologize my dear that you can not voice them. I’m afraid if you even tried, your vocal cords would explode,” it giggled, rambling on. “You took a nasty fall from what I saw, falling from Earth's realm to mine own is taxing on the body though I have never seen it happen before you. I promise to make your life relaxing and happy. You’ll let me won’t you?”

‘But I have to know where I am,’ he whispered.

“Oh don’t worry sweet one,” the voice murmured eerily. “I'll tell you when you awake from your slumber. I will make it the best one you have ever witnessed.”

He felt his eyes flutter shut yet the voice began to hum a gentle tune, feeling it rumbling through his whole body. The pain in his body began to melt away and he sank into the clouds under his feet, feeling a sensation he had never felt before, nor feel again.

“You will come to love this place, and me, I’m sure of it.”

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I do not condone copies or rewrites of my work. Reblogs are greatly appreciated and allowed, with credit of course. I own all the characters within this piece as they were created by myself.

© Whispers of Affection

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[giogiogays]

Modern vento aureo au where Mista tells Trish her father is trying to murder her because he “can’t stand to see a girlboss winning”. Abbacchio pushes him out of the boat.

#it’s 2:40 am and I have class tomorrow #but the idea would not stop tormenting me until it was written down #narancia asks if mista thinks he’s also a girlboss #either answer gets him shot by aerosmith #jjba 5 #guido mista #trish una

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

Newsflash: Dazai cares for Chuuya

Before reading any further, I will be talking about stormbringer, so spoilers ahead!! Translation credits go out to: @popopretty on tumblr, make sure to give this kind human some love and appreciation<3

Also if you want to read the first few chapters of stormbringer: @buraihatranslations is currently translating it, give them much love and appreciation as well, they deserve it!!

Honestly, I have been so obsessed with Soukoku lately and I think the reason behind this is because when it comes to Soukoku, their feelings for each other are not as easy to grasp as love or hate, it is much more profound than that. There is care, hurt, trust, resentment, companionship, bitterness, and consideration...And ironically enough, thats just the tip of the iceberg.

If we break down their individual feelings towards each other, it will be easier to understand their bond.

On Chuuya's end, his feelings are much more clear due to his expressive personality. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, he can try and hide what he feels towards Dazai but his true feelings tend to unravel easily.

He sometimes tries to mask his feelings towards Dazai by throwing insults, but his facial expressions are enough to contradict what he is saying.

Chuuya's feelings towards Dazai can be easier to comprehend. He obviously feels this certain betrayal due to the fact Dazai left the Port Mafia. Not to mention, he and Dazai have always had a rivalry relationship.

In the Soukoku wiki page, it is stated that Chuuya is aware of Dazai not experiencing a proper childhood, therefore allows him to act as childish as he can and lets him tease him relentlessly. I don't know how reliable this source is, but either way I think its worthy enough to add.

In the Dragon head conflict when Dazai was out of sight, Chuuya told Mori to forget about Dazai. That was until Hirotsu mentioned a microscope, Chuuya quickly realizes it was code language because he remembered a previous conversation where Dazai says he needs a microscope to be able to see Chuuya properly.

The moment he figured out it was a tracker, Chuuya did not hesitate to jump in and rescue Dazai. But here is the catch: No one but Chuuya knew about the microscope, if Chuuya really didn't care for Dazai he wouldn't have mentioned the microscope and kept all this under wraps, leaving Dazai in a mess.

Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life. He never hesitates to leave his life on Dazai's hands when it has to come to it. Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for years, for Chuuya to be able to trust Dazai that much is because Dazai also cares for him too, right?

The answer here is yes, Dazai cares for Chuuya. In a superficial level, it doesn't seem like Dazai truly cares, but I can assure you that he does care for him. Weather you like to think of his care in a platonic or romantic manner, the care Dazai has for Chuuya is undeniable and extremely significant for Dazai's character.

I think that stormbringer establishes this idea even further. There is one specific moment in this light novel that shows his genuine concern towards Chuuya's well being:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right, the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

This section in stormbringer is personally one of my favorites, this is a very rare moment between both of them, but especially for Dazai. Like I stated earlier Chuuya wears his emotions on his sleeves, therefore even if he tries to mask his care with insults, its still painfully noticable that he genuienly looks after Dazai. Chuuya also sometimes show a vulnerable side of himself to Dazai, especially after using corruption.

Dazai on the other hand is extremely unreadable. Its hard to understand his true intentions and if he really cares for people or only sees them as a pawn. In this moment though, Dazai was being painfully genuine. Dazai literally prioritized Chuuya over the mission. He was already thinking of coming up with an alternative plan just in case Chuuya refused, obviously the sucess rate of the alternative plan would be lesser than the actual plan Dazai had in mind, he choose Chuuya's wellbeing over a mission.

In this section, Dazai wasn't throwing jokes or witty remarks, he was being serious. Because Dazai knows how desperately Chuuya wants to be human. He knows how important being human is to Chuuya.

Dazai wasn't manipulating Chuuya by giving him the chance to decide, we can see that Dazai was literally showing a lot of hesitation when mentioning this to him, we also get to see what Dazai was thinking, and we can tell he wasn't thinking about manipulative his movements in any way. All of this wasn't coming out of manipulation, it was coming out of pure care.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounded like the metal was kicked by the sole of someones shoes. The moment Dazai realized what the sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

"Trying to act cool, huh?" Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned on his radio and sent out his order. "Chuuya has sallied, everyone get ready for battle."

I personally love this part so much, relief washed over Dazai the moment he noticed that Chuuya was going to go through with the first plan, which proves my point that he wasn't manipulating him and how Dazai was under a lot of stress because he wasn't sure if the alternative plan would be as effective as his original one.

Yet he still was willing to go through the alternative plan if Chuuya refused, because Dazai values him and regards his wellbeing.

Dazai was being surprisingly gentle in this section, he was being honest. There was no ulterior motive behind his actions here, just a boy looking after his partner.

"So i'm going to send an order to my men to prepare for action... Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Chuuya turned to Dazai. "Why are you asking me such a thing?"

Dazai didn't answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It's like he was trying to say something, but he had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression he rarely shows.

This was right before Dazai drops the bomb to Chuuya about the memory erasure command. He was even asking for Chuuya's opinion on sending his men to get ready, this was the first time Dazai ever showed actual concern without masking it with witty remarks. You can tell that Chuuya isn't used to this.

And when you think about it, when Dazai and Chuuya have missions together, Dazai always uses corruption as a last resort and he always allows Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not.

I personally belive that the main reason Chuuya trusts Dazai with using corruption is because The Sheep used to exploit his powers too much, but Dazai leaves the decision to use corruption up to Chuuya. Dazai understands the physical and mental toll corruption takes on Chuuya and therefore leaves the choice up to him.

Theres another section in stormbringer that I really enjoy, it doesn't necessairly show solicitude but I still think this should still be taken into consideration:

"You seem pretty confident that Chuuya is human, don't you?"

"I am," Dazai laughed with a sigh. "There is no way a man-made code could create such a personality that I detest so much."

Throughout the whole story, Dazai is more than determined that Chuuya is human. The main reason Dazai finds Chuuya so intresting is because of how frighteningly human Chuuya can be, because of the fact that he always wears his emotions on his sleeves, something Dazai rarely does himself. Thats personally a nice sentiment from Dazai's end, even when Chuuya struggles completely when it comes to believing in his own humanity, Dazai still can't help but see him as a human being.

Also I am aware that Dazai literally said he detests Chuuya here but he also sighed and laughed while stating this, showing us that he isn't being serious about hating him.

And its not only in stormbringer were he shows his concern towards Chuuya. In fact, in this following manga pannel Dazai is telling Chuuya that if he is willing to listen him, he will stage his own escape so that Chuuya doesn't get punnished.

Honestly, if Dazai didn't care enough for Chuuya, he wouldn't have mentioned this to him. Chuuya didn't care enough to realize that he literally unwillingly freed Dazai which would get the pm mad at him, so the fact that Dazai is literally helping him out is no doubt out of care for him. If Dazai didn't have any regard for Chuuya he would've not staged his escape or mentioned anything to Chuuya, eventually incriminating him.

There are many misconceptions when it comes to Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya, people think that he doesn't care for him due to the fact that he left the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. But heres the thing: Dazai's intentions had nothing to do with Chuuya. He left the organization for his own good, he left it to fullfill Oda's wish.

"If Dazai cared for Chuuya then why didn't he take Chuuya with him?" the reason is simple, he knows how much the PM means to Chuuya. In stormbringer it is shown that Chuuya feels as if his humanity is attached to the people he is loyal to, in this case its the port mafia. Verlaine wanted to get rid of the pm because he believed that the pm is what kept Chuuya's humanity, eventually making Chuuya believe that he is only human if he stays loyal to the pm. Dazai knows this. Thats exactly why he didn't take Chuuya with him or even explains to Chuuya why he left, he knows it would be selfish to basically rip Chuuya's sense of humanity apart.

I have a feeling that if Dazai told Chuuya about the real reason he left the Port Mafia, Chuuya will not only feel conflicted about being in the pm, but he would also have an inner conflict with himself as a human.

People also think Dazai may not really care for him because of the fact that after the fight against Lovecraft he actualy deserted him, maybe that part was truly just supposed to be seen as simple humor, but either way I want to talk about it. Chuuya's only request to Dazai was to take him back to base safe, so why did Dazai leave Chuuya behind?

I mean he has carried Chuuya back to saftey before with no problem, for example in stormbringer when Chuuya uses corruption for the first time Dazai carries him back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so that he could say goodbye to his passing friends.

The reson behind this is because Mori needs to know that unlike Dazai, Chuuya is absolutely loyal to him. Leaving Chuuya the way he did will make Mori believe that these two really are at each others throats and that Dazai is insignificant to Chuuya. Making it seem that for Chuuya, the mafia comes first before anything else.

Therefore Dazai established Chuuya's saftey within the mafia since not only does Mori want these two to be hostile with each other, he doesn't want Chuuya to eventually turn against him if he truly found out more about Dazai's true reason of departure. Then again, this isn't canon but it is a logical assumption.

Not to mention that although Dazai did leave him behind, he folded Chuuya's coat and hat before taking his leave. There is also an an extra chapter where Ozaki Kouyou was talking with Chuuya but when he left he forgot his coat, which made Kouyou came across the coat; where she noticed a badge sewed inside saying "Name: Hatrack", she smiled fondly thinking to herself that some things just never change, in this case, Dazai and Chuuya's bond.

Dazai literally took his time to sew this into his coat just to tease him, it was a simple gesture but it shows us how their dynamic will never change. No matter what these two go through, they will always share a bond that consists on teasing, trust and underlying care.

All of this actually makes that theory of Dazai planting a bomb under Chuuya's car for the sole reason that the PM doesn't find Chuuya as an acomplice who aided Dazai on his escape much more feasable.

For Dazai to just plant a bomb under Chuuya's car with no motive makes no sense because if Dazai's true intentions were to simply mess with Chuuya, he would've most likely made it clear at that time. Dazai always has an underlying motive behind his actions, and in this case it is very likely that he did that for Chuuya's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I am aware that the bomb incident could've just been a comedic moment and I shouldn't look too much into it, but there is still a posibility, right?

These two hold so much trust and care for one another, yet they also hold a lot of bitterness and resentment. In the end the good aspects of their dynamic outweighs the bad.

Either you see these two in a platonic or romantic way, you can't tell me that their bond isn't significant.

Thank you so much for reading!! I wanted to talk about this for a while because I feel like people misinterpret Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya a lot so I hope this clears up things a bit<3

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[of-house-atreides]

Under the Veil | Part 8

Summary: House Atreides doesn't get the rest they so desperately need

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x OFC

Words: 3374

A/N: Please do remember that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there, also I wrote this at work and was quite distracted so I hope this isn't too bad/weird

Warnings: mentions of death

Masterlist

Tags: @karolajnx0yep @partypoison00 @beepboopyoda @cute-baby-ducks @theliterarybeldam

The greenhouse was dark and chilly, but Sierra enjoyed the calm and quiet of the empty garden. The events of the day had given her a burst of energy she couldn’t safely let out within the walls of the castle. The gardens were the perfect place for it, she could just give it all out to the plants and the flowers and focus on her recovery undisturbed. Leto had given her way too much potion, and although it did manage to restart her heart and allow the regenerating ice to cleanse her system from the poison, she still suffered from the overdose of strong medicine that was causing her incessant pain.

Leto found her sitting at the fountain, her hands tightly gripping at the cold grey stone, her head bent down, her eyes closed shut, pain written all over her face. He approached her slowly, unsure if she was aware of his presence, wondering if his accusations had made her physically sick.

“Do you have more questions about my father’s plan to have me killed?”

She spoke up as he came to a stop before her, not moving an inch as if her pain had paralyzed her. He clenched his jaw as he held back his frustration. He had offended her, and he knew it, but he needed to be certain, he needed to know if Caladan still stood a chance. He sat next to her, leaning over as he rested his elbows on his thighs.

“Are you in pain?”

“My stomach is on fire,” she replied slowly, quietly.

“I gave you too much potion, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll pass.”

“I…” he paused. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“You saved my life.”

“You died. In my arms.”

His tone startled her. She opened her eyes as she heard the heartache in his voice. She hadn’t realized he had witnessed her death. She hadn’t realized it had affected him so. She looked up at her husband and saw the sorrow in his gaze as the tormenting memory replayed in his head.

“You did everything you could.”

“I couldn’t do enough. I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t protect Paul. I failed you today.”

“You did fail me today,” she agreed, and he looked down in shame as he accepted the blame, “but not in the way you think.”

He frowned, puzzled by her comments, until he realized she wasn’t talking about her death. As if the implied insult to her father had pained her more than her own demise.

“I need to know how to protect my people, my House. I can’t do that if I don’t know who my enemy is.”

“My father is not your enemy,” she stated, her anger returning to meet her pain.

“I need you to really think about this…”

“Leto…”

“No, Sierra. I need you to really think about it. Is he capable? Would he even entertain the idea? Because our other suspicion is Dr. Yueh and if you can look me in the eyes and promise me your father could never, ever, do this, I will have him arrested and tortured until he gives us answers he may not have.”

She gave him a confused look.

“Why Dr. Yueh?”

“He was in a position to do it. All of it. I need you to be sure, Sierra.”

She tilted her head to the side, winced at the pain traveling from her liver to her stomach and back, and waited for it to fade away before she managed to look back at her husband once more and lock her eyes with his.

“We are a proud people, Leto. We are strong and loyal. That is our honor. The Harkonnens have none. The Emperor has none. They work in the shadows to better their own interest, they don’t care about anyone else. My father meant every word he said to you. He respects you. And I know he despises them. Their own people hate them. There is no honor in treating with people like that. My father wants to be part of the Great Houses, yes, but he wants to be respected like you are. The Harkonnens are known for their evil ways. My father is a smart man, he knows not to trust the Emperor’s word. But he also knows to trust yours. Because you are House Atreides. And there is no faith that you betray. And the least you could do is have faith in us in return.”

Leto listened carefully to her every word, studied every well-reasoned argument, and judged the honesty in her eyes. He had dealt with Abel Valen in good faith, despite his advisors’ doubts. He had cast away every bias for one reason, and one reason only: Sierra. He thought he could trust Lord Valen because he was giving him his daughter, trading her for legitimacy. His marriage to Sierra had opened doors for Valentia they had been trying to open for centuries. But Gurney was right. It seemed too good to be true, and perhaps that had caused Leto to doubt Valentia in this moment of crisis. If Sierra died, it could potentially give Valentia a good excuse to walk back on their word, but, if Sierra died, murdered by the Harkonnens, then siding with them would close all those doors back. If only the other Great Houses knew what the Harkonnens were playing at with the Emperor.

“Alright,” he nodded as he stood up. “Gurney will arrest Wellington now.”

“I am not wrong about my father.”

“I know. I trust you,” he said as he crouched down before her, placing a hand on her knee. “You need to rest now. It’s been a long day, I’m sure you could use a few hours of sleep.”

“Actually, I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

“Do we have a steam room here?”

***

Although Leto had found her request quite strange, he was relieved to hear the baths had helped her recover speedily. She had left the sauna feeling anew, the heat and sweating allowing the potions to dissipate quickly. She was happy to find Edward waiting for her outside looking seemingly unharmed, and to her relief, not afraid of her. She wondered if Nesta would be as brave. She didn’t have the chance to find out as her chambers were empty when she returned to them. She was relieved to see the mess had been cleaned, and the Harkonnen agent had been removed from the wall in the hallway. There was no trace of blood and the sheets she had died in earlier in the afternoon had been changed. Sierra made a mental note to thank Nesta for it in the morning. She took a long relaxing bath before sliding into her bed, wondering if Leto had gotten any answers from Dr. Yueh yet, hoping he was really to blame. Not that she doubted her father, she hadn’t lied to Leto, but if Dr. Yueh wasn’t responsible for the recent gruesome events, then not only was an innocent man being tortured, but the real traitor was still roaming around the castle, perhaps planning another attack.

The sunrise filtered through the windows and reflected on the silk sheets of Sierra’s bed as she enjoyed a well-deserved rest. Someone came to disturb her at dawn, unfortunately, for them. Sierra woke up to a hand on her shoulder she couldn’t recognize. It wasn’t Leto, no, it was a woman’s hand, but it wasn’t Nesta either. And perhaps she would have reacted differently if it weren’t for the day she had just had, perhaps the terrible amount of stress she was under had her overreact, but she seized the stranger’s wrist as her eyes shot open and pulled, bringing the woman close enough for her to grab her throat with her free hand and pin her against the mattress.

“Sierra!” the woman choked.

Her eyes grew big as she realized she had trapped Jessica under her firm grip. She released her immediately and jumped off the bed.

“Sorry!”

Jessica coughed as she sat up, raising a hand as a way to let Sierra know she was fine.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” Sierra sighed as she went back to the bed to sit by her side. “Did I hurt you?”

“You’re strong,” Jessica answered honestly as she brought a hand to her throat. “I’m sorry to wake you so early.”

“What’s happened?”

“I have news.”

“Dr. Yueh?”

“He confessed immediately upon his arrest. The Harkonnens have his wife.”

“Oh,” Sierra’s face fell. “Did he think they would release her?”

“He knew better. He just wanted to make sure she didn’t suffer for too long.”

“What’s going to happen to him?”

“Leto hasn’t decided yet.”

“Treason is punishable by death, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jessica nodded sadly, although Wellington’s actions could have led to her son’s death, she didn’t know what she would have done had she been in his position. “There’s more.”

“Really?” Sierra complained, feeling too exhausted for any more surprises.

“A Valen ship has requested permission to enter Caladan. It will land in half an hour. You need to get ready.”

Sierra’s heart skipped a beat. A Valen ship? What did it mean? Valen soldiers? Valen diplomats? Could it be – and she didn’t know why the thought made her so anxious – her father?

“Due to the unexpected nature of the visit, Leto doesn’t want you to dress too formal. Nesta is on her way to help you.”

“What about you?”

An amused smile appeared on the concubine’s face.

“My presence would be an insult to you before your people. I won’t be there.”

Sierra opened her mouth, but said nothing. She had always considered herself the insult to Jessica and Leto’s relationship, but as a concubine, Jessica was the constant reminder of Leto’s infidelity to his wife, the insult to their marriage. But she didn’t care. The last thing she wanted was for Jessica to be cast aside. But she knew she was right. If her father was coming to visit, Jessica shouldn’t be present. Jessica shouldn’t be anywhere near him.

“I’m sorry…”

“What for?” Jessica chuckled.

“I don’t know,” she whined, running a hand through her face. “I’m too tired for this.”

“Yes, the timing is unfortunate. Hopefully, they’re bringing good news.”

Sierra scoffed. Could they really bring them more bad news?

***

Sierra was nervously picking at her dress as she stood in the hall, waiting for her husband. She had to be presentable – she had to be perfect – if her father was the one to step off that ship. Nesta, whom, to her relief, hadn’t seemed too wary of her, had done her best to conceal the traces of the previous day from her face. She was fidgeting when Leto joined her. Her heart broke as she saw him. He seemed tired, and weak. Exhausted, both emotionally and physically. He gave her a small smile as he approached her and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

“How are you?” he asked, his voice quiet and breaking?

“Tired,” she answered quickly, dismissing his worry, as she would rather focus on him. “You look…” she paused, unable to find the words as she found herself concerned for her husband in a way that was unfamiliar for her, for them, for their relationship.

As she wondered what could be upsetting him so, she remembered the two attempts on his son’s life, her own demise followed by the uncertainty of her survival, and the betrayal of Dr. Yueh, who was a trusted member of his House, all in the span of sixteen hours. However awful the recent events had been for her, they had been as hard on him, and she wished they had had time to rest and gather their strength for future potential threats, rather than dress up and welcome potential more bad news.

She brought a hand to his face and gently stroked his cheek with her thumb as she locked her eyes with his and gave him what she wanted to be a reassuring and encouraging smile. He placed his hand above hers as he smiled back, standing there with her, just enjoying the moment together, just the two of them, understanding each other without saying a word.

She wished she had some strength left to give him some energy, to cheer him up, to make it a little bit better, but she was drained, and even standing on her own two legs was a struggle at that moment.

“I know,” he merely said before he placed a kiss in the palm of her hand.

He positioned himself on her right and straightened his uniform one last time before nodding at the guard before him. The doors opened, letting the sunlight shine on the Duke and Duchess of Caladan. He intertwined his fingers with hers, surprising her. He nodded at her as she looked up, making her a silent promise. She hadn’t said it, and had barely allowed herself to think about it, but if her father was the one to step off that ship, she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to handle it. What should she say? How should she act? Should she be his daughter, or Leto’s wife?

He let go of her hand as they walked out onto the platform where they were to wait for their guests. Soldiers and officials were already waiting all around the landing area, positioned behind them and before them on either of their side. Only a few minutes left before the ship was to touch ground. The knot in Sierra’s stomach grew more painful as the seconds past and she started pulling at her fingers as she prayed for everything to go alright. Leto took her right hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles, turning the knot in her stomach into butterflies in her chest. He winked and smirked at her, and she held back a giggle. She squeezed his hand as a way to thank him for making her laugh, as a way to thank him for knowing her so well. The ship slowly came into view, and she released a sigh of relief as she recognized it to be an Explorer.

“It’s not my father.”

“Are you sure? Who is it?”

“Sentries, emissaries,” she shrugged. “Those ships carry soldiers but also mind fighters, they’re led by an ambassador. They’re meant to seek planets who could potentially treat with Valentia.”

“Why would your father send them here?”

“I have no idea.”

The ship was thin and rectangular shaped, the white color had turned a dirty mossy green which told Sierra they must have been under heavy rain for a certain amount of time for such deterioration to happen. It came to a stop in silence, the doors opening quietly after a few minutes, the walls crumbling down and turning into stairs. Sierra tried to remember exactly how many envoys were sent on an Explorer. Four mind fighters – one of each – an oracle, a weatherman, a telepath and a telekinetic, and an ambassador, someone of high rank, a good fighter, a leader to make them a team.

They came out together, the oracle and the weatherman on one side and the telepath and the telekinetic on the other, following their ambassador before them. They were wearing the same colors, white and gold, although their outfit was different. The ambassador was all dressed in white, the sunlight reflecting on the gold medals on his chest.

Sierra gasped as she recognized him, a grin forming on her face. All her troubles disappeared, the events from the previous day almost forgotten, as she brought a hand to her chest, trying to stay calm and keep her excitement to a minimum.

“You know him,” Leto stated, wondering if it was some general’s boy she had known as a girl. He studied him from where he stood, a blond, young man, tall and strong, wearing his planet’s colors with pride, and his medals with irony.

“Jason,” she breathed out, her smile somehow growing even bigger.

His eyes moved from hers to him, a frown appearing on his face as he wondered who exactly he was to her, as he could tell she was trying very hard to stay put and not run to him. But, obviously, he didn’t have her restraint. He transposed himself from the other side of the landing field to the bottom of the stairs, right at their feet, catching them by surprise.

“Sierra!”

“Jason!”

He jumped up the stairs and opened his arms to her, expecting her to launch herself at him, which she did, with an ease that told Leto they had done this a thousand times before. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and swirled her around.

“Oh, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he told her as he put her down.

“You’re so pale!”

“Haven’t seen the sun in months,” he complained, “but I don’t look nearly as bad as you. You look awful! Caladan not treating you well?” he teased as he looked up at Leto.

The duke raised an eyebrow at him, trying to remain calm and not respond to the insult made against him, his wife and his planet. Sierra rolled her eyes as she playfully slapped his arm.

“Caladan’s been treating me very well,” she assured him.

“I know, I know, Sophie’s told me all about it. Actually, that’s the reason why we’re here, we tried to warn you about yesterday, but found ourselves unable to make contact,” he said, finally looking straight at Leto to whom he held out a hand. “Apologies, I’m not a diplomat, my father would be terribly ashamed of my manners.”

“Leto,” Sierra said with a proud smile he had never seen on her, “this is my brother Jason.”

“Your Grace,” Jason grinned as he gave an exaggerated bow.

“Lord Valen,” Leto nodded as he shook his hand, and any animosity birthed out of jealousy (that he might have felt for a second) vanished away. “Welcome to Caladan.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances,” he said with honesty, before he turned to Sierra. “Sorry I missed your wedding, sis’.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, at least you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

“Nor have you lost your vigor, I hear.”

“You said you tried to warn us about yesterday?” Leto questioned.

“Yes,” Jason sighed, all traces of amusement vanishing from his face. “Valentia hasn’t been able to contact you for a few days now. We think the traitor in your midst tampered with your comms.”

“I’ll have them check now,” Leto said as he gestured for one of the uniformed men to his right to take care of it.

“My father is happy to learn the spies have been neutralized,” Jason said, eyeing his sister, “and very glad to hear your son is safe.”

“I thank you.”

“We have a few ideas on how to proceed from now on. I know you’ve had a short night, but would it be possible for us to sit down and talk about a plan to put your Harkonnen problem to rest?”

Leto tilted his head to the side, carefully guarding his hope from a promise too good to be true. The four mind fighters caught up to their ambassador and bowed to the Duke and Duchess of Caladan as they came to a stop before them. Leto politely nodded at them before returning his focus on his brother-in-law.

“Put it to rest?”

Jason smirked, then stepped forward as he put a hand on Leto’s shoulder, invading the duke’s personal space, something he only allowed three people to do. He raised an eyebrow as he met Jason’s arrogant eyes, seeing nothing there that reminded him of his sister. But the words he said next shattered the walls he had built around his hope, and he allowed himself to believe them, to believe him, to believe his wife when she said her father only wanted the best for House Atreides, because that meant the best for Valentia.

Jason spoke quietly, only allowing his sister and her husband to hear him.

“Put the whole Arrakis problem to rest.”

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hello, my request is for Niragi ✨ Y/N was popular in high school and always protect him when he was bully. When they saw each other in Bordeland, she saw how much he changed and keep her distance from him (which he hates), and she have an attitude that make one of the militants wants to attack her but Niragi protect her like she did with him bc he would never admit her but she's his only weakness

Yessss I’ve actually been wanting to write something for Niragi that sounds very similar so I’m glad you requested this! Thanks so much! 💕

You’re Everything You Once Hated | Suguru Niragi

PART 1 | PART 2

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. The guys that bullied Niragi, Ann, Hatter, OC’s)

Summary: You and Niragi were best friends in high school. When you arrive in the Borderlands, you notice he’s not the person he used to be, causing you to avoid him. But unfortunately, he’s not happy about it.

Warnings: swearing, bullying, smoking, drinking, violence, threatening, bullet wounds, implications of sexual assault

Word Count: 7.1k

*reader is female

Niragi gif credit

4 Years Earlier…

The young boy grunted out in pain, having been hit with another rock right between his eyes. This one managed to crack his glasses, making his vision go all distorted.

His classmates around him roared with laughter. His heart filled with both anger and sorrow, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into the wind and out of his current situation.

“Aww, little Niragi has become quiet. Where’s those sarcastic remarks from earlier, they seemed to have left you,” his attacker mocked, adding a mean tone to his voice.

Just the usual. ‘Maybe they might end their target practice with me earlier today,’ he hoped.

He had grown used to it. He now expected to be dragged under the bridge each day on his way home from high school, being pushed around and roughed up. It’s not like he could’ve defended himself anyway. It was six guys against one, he never had a chance.

A short jab to the back of his neck broke him out of his thoughts. He groaned and doubled over, feeling as he was going to throw up. “Come on Niragi, fight back! It’s no fun when you just stand there,” the blonde student complained, striding over to the weakened boy. He gave him a quick kick to his side, making him fall on his hip harshly.

“Fuck off,” Niragi groaned under his breath, half hoping his tormentor didn’t hear it. But unfortunately, the small remark reached his ears.

“What was that? Did you just try to defend yourself? You’re going to have to use a lot more than just a few words you fucking loner,” the boy poked, giving Niragi another harsh kick to his stomach, making him become winded and choke on air.

He laid there taking their harsh words and hearing their mocking laughter ring in his ears. What did he ever do to deserve that?

“Hey Haru!”

The blonde turned his attention from his target to the direction of the voice that called his name. There you stood, by yourself with no one else. You obviously didn’t think the situation through before throwing yourself into it. You remained near the stairs that led down to below the bridge, holding something behind your back, but Haru seemed to not notice it.

Your heart skipped a beat when the group of high school boys all locked eyes with you, confused about what you were doing interrupting them.

“The fuck do you want Y/N?” the blonde, Haru, asked you in an annoyed tone.

You gulped before answering him, trying to sound as threatening as you could without your voice cracking. “Let him go! He’s done nothing to you, why are you giving him a hard time?” you spat at him, taking a few brave steps closer to the scene in front of you.

Niragi slightly lifted himself off the ground to look over at you. He recognized you from his social studies class. You both sat together at the back, and he always thought you were too nice for your own good.

Niragi sat up and shook his head, trying to warn you to stop what you were doing. He didn’t want to drag you into his own problems. He would’ve felt awful if you happened to get hurt while trying to help him.

Haru rolled his eyes and groaned at you. “Why are you getting involved? This is none of your business,” he retorted, walking closer to you with the baseball bat in hand. You watched with fearful eyes as he swung the bat around, obviously to threaten you.

Your heart quickened and you felt it pound against your ribcage dramatically. As Haru got closer and closer, you stood your ground bravely, still holding your hand behind your back to hide your weapon from him. You weren’t stupid enough to get yourself involved without having some kind of way to defend yourself.

“Well? Are you going to answer me or just stand and shake like the pathetic girl you are?” Haru tormented, a confident smirk growing across his face.

His comment made your blood boil. “Do you have a saviour complex or something? Why did you think you could help this son of a bitch?” he pressed, gesturing towards Niragi who was slowly rising to his feet with a worried expression on his face.

That was it. He was getting far too close to you for your own liking, so you decided that comment was the final straw. You rushed towards him and pulled out the large can of pepper spray from behind your back, aiming directly at his smug face.

He cried out in pain the moment the spray hit his eyes, dropping the baseball bat and covering his face with his hands. He tried desperately to rub the stinging liquid out of his eye with his school blazer sleeves, but it wasn’t worth the effort as it only made it worse.

You moved quickly and picked up the bat that he dropped, running past him towards the other boys that were still gathered around Niragi. They all held shocked expressions on their faces.

“You want some too?” you bluntly asked, thrusting the pepper spray towards them. They all flinched and stumbled to get away. You smiled, feeling empowered.

Haru and the others ran, thinking that beating up Niragi wasn’t worth being blinded for.

You turned towards the bloodied boy standing against the wall looking at you in shock. You glanced at him, giving him a friendly smile. He returned it.

After that, you two became inseparable for the rest of your high school days, spending every waking moment together. With your tough attitude and Niragi’s shy demeanour, you were a strange friendship to have been made. You thought you would always stay together, until one day Niragi went missing.

You never guessed where he may have ended up, until you were sent there yourself a few years later.

*************

You breathed in a huge gulp of oxygen as the black bag was harshly pulled off your head. You tried to wiggle your hands to shield your eyes from the blinding sunlight seeping through the windows but struggled as you saw that your hands were tied to the armrests on either side of you. You groaned in frustration.

As the curtains closed so you could see probably, you saw a young woman with short black hair dressed in blue shorts and a white button up that was tied at the waist. “Sorry,” she began. “I forgot to close that before removing the bag.”

You looked around at your surroundings. You noticed that there were several more people in the room. The room was large, stretching down further until it came to a stop at the end where a large wall stood, conveying a huge spray painting across it that consisted of every card from a deck of cards. Some were crossed out, while a few number cards and all face cards remained untouched.

You whipped your head around, feeling restless from the number of eyes staring at you. You don’t remember how you got into this situation. All you remember is walking to a large light in the distance from your position on a bridge, being curious as to how it seemed to be the only building with electricity. Before you knew it, someone had grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved something over your head, making your vision go black and suddenly passing out.

You moaned in pain as you felt the back of your head throbbed, probably from when they punched you to knock you out.

“What’s going on?” you asked, struggling in your restraints more, trying to break free. An older man with glasses scolded you. “Stay still, Hatter will be here soon.”

Just as he promised, two large doors on your left burst open, revealing a man with a long decorative robe and dark glasses on. He had two other men beside him, both holding revolver guns.

“Ah! A newcomer!” he exclaimed excitedly, taking a big sip from his drink.

You froze, watching as he strides into the room further, making himself comfortable on a table in the centre of the room.

“A few of my militants tell me they found you sneaking around nearby The Beach,” he accused, pointing his finger at you.

You stared at him; confusion written all over your face. Militants? The Beach? What was he talking about?

After you didn’t answer him for a moment, he let out a big sigh and jumped off the table onto his feet, beginning to talk himself.

He explained the current situation to you. About how the dynamic at The Beach worked, and that considering the number of high-level cards you had on your person, you seemed to be the perfect candidate to add to the ranks of everyone there.

“And remember, death to the traitors,” he said, spite filling his tone. He had listed off the three main rules to you, each one adding more dread for you.

“Okay, all good. But I just want to say. If you want people to help you collect cards, kidnapping them isn’t the best idea. If it hasn’t hit you yet, that would make people want to help you less,” you smartly said, trying to stop your lips pulling up into a smirk.

All the heads in the room turned to Hatter. No one has ever questioned his motives to his face before, especially a newcomer.

Except, he didn’t get angry like everyone expected. Instead, he chuckled and held his drink out towards you. “Cheers to that, I guess. Have fun!”

************

The Beach was a lot more crowded than you expected. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you walked down to the bottom floor to the pool. People were everywhere; dancing, swimming, drinking, talking, smoking. It honestly couldn’t have been more chaotic than it already was.

You spent most of the remainder of the day becoming familiar with the layout of the hotel. You found the room that you had been assigned to. You managed to score a room that was a little above average. Hatter decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and gift you a higher number due to your high number cards. He thought it was only fair.

You were sitting at a table nearby the bar. The sun had gone down but the party continued on through the chilly night air. You shivered, not being used to being dressed in a bathing suit twenty-four seven. You were annoyed that you weren’t even allowed to wear some sweatpants to bring you some kind of warmth. You guessed you would just have to grow used to feeling the cold on your skin.

The warm beverage slipped down your throat, bringing you at least a little bit of comfort. You had made yourself a coffee inside, not in the mood for alcohol just yet. You honestly didn’t like drinking without having anyone you trusted around you, just in case something was to happen.

You looked around the area, taking in everyone’s faces to see if anyone appeared friendly enough to be nice to you. You needed to make some allies before the next game, otherwise you would be the first they would sacrifice.

As you scanned the crowd, your gaze landed on a particular male, who was sitting in a more done up booth nearby the pool. He was wearing a black and white checkered shirt with black skinny jeans. He had several piercings in his face, making him seem more threatening.

You squinted your eyes. Why did he look so familiar? You swore you’ve seen him before.

You kept your gaze locked on him, watching as he communicated with the people sitting near him. You noticed that a huge sniper rifle was tucked behind him. He must have been a high-ranking militant, being able to carry a weapon like that around.

He suddenly flung his head back and let out a roar of laughter at something the guy next to him had said. You froze in your spot.

You could recognize that laugh anywhere. That loud, obnoxious laugh that used to come from your old friend Niragi from high school. Your best friend that randomly disappeared.

You blinked a few times before looking back at him. His facial features did match and the way he smiled seemed way too familiar to not be him.

How could he be here? Is this where he disappeared to a couple of years ago?

Your heart filled with joy and a wide grinned grew on your face. That had to be Niragi! Who else would it be?

You quickly stood to your feet, almost tripping on your chair in the process and began making your way towards his position.

Although, as you did so, another man approached him from behind, leaning over the seat and tapping his shoulder. Niragi turned with an angered scowl on his face, but it turned to a smirk once he heard what the man had to tell him.

You stopped in your tracks and watched as he leaped over the backrest of the couch suddenly, following the man with his rifle slung over his shoulders. They were headed to the door that led inside, so you quickly followed, wanting to reunite with your old friend from so long ago.

“Niragi!” you yelled out happily, trying to get his attention. A few heads turned at your voice around you, but he didn’t manage to hear you over the sound of the music blaring through the speakers.

“Niragi!” you tried again, but this time you were blocked by a few people in your way. A small crowd gathered in front of you, not noticing you trying to get past.

Niragi turned his head at the mention of his name but couldn’t see anyone calling his attention. He shrugged it off and kept following the man. He had told him that a young guy was causing some trouble inside one of the halls, so he was going to take care of it.

As you finally managed to force yourself through the small crowd that interrupted your path, you saw the Niragi and the man had already made it inside. You ran straight after them. You were feeling ecstatic, ready to throw your arms around him and give him the biggest hug ever to make up for all the days you’ve been apart.

As you quickly made your way inside, you caught a glance of his checkered shirt turning the corner a bit ahead of you. You moved your legs as quick as you could, trying to catch up.

You turned the corner, about to yell out to him again, but your voice got caught in your throat when the sight in front of you met your eyes.

“You really thought you could get away with this?!”

Niragi had a young boy pinned to the ground, pressing his boot against his upper back and shoving the barrel of his rifle against his skull violently. The boy below him was crying and begging for his mercy.

You had a small flashback to high school, when you saw Niragi’s main bully Haru shoving a baseball bat against the back of his head, him lying on the ground battered and bloodied.

It was the exact same scene. Only this time, Niragi was the tormentor himself.

“Niragi, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” he cried desperately, clawing at the floor trying to get away.

Niragi lifted his other boot and stamped it down roughly onto the boy’s hand. You covered your mouth as you heard a few bones crack.

He leaned down closer to the boy’s face and lifted his head up his hair, making him whimper in pain. “If I ever see you stealing from one of the executives again, this rifle will go down your throat and I won’t hesitate to blow the back of your skull out,” he hissed, sticking out his tongue and revealing the ball piercing he had.

The boy nodded, leaning away from Niragi as best as he could.

The man who led Niragi to the scene tapped him on the shoulder. “Alright that’s enough. You don’t want to give him PTSD,” he said calmly.

Niragi let out an annoyed groan. “But I was just getting started with him!” he whined, letting the boy out from under his boot and watching as he scuttled away like a bug.

You couldn’t move. You stayed put as the boy pushed past you, accidentally smacking into your shoulder in the process. Your eyes remained wide, staring at the tall man with fear written across your face.

This was not the Niragi you knew. It was not the Niragi you defended from those bullies. This was not the Niragi that used to be your closest friend, possessing a shy and timid personality. No, that Niragi was dead now. This was a devil standing in front of you. Nothing but a violent jerk that struck fear in anyone that he came across. What happened to him?

Unfortunately, you took a little too long to gather your thoughts and before you knew it, a rough grip was on your shoulders shaking you out of your daydream. You flinched in a panic as you saw Niragi’s angered face appear in front of yours.

“What are you looking at? You want some too?” he growled, shoving the barrel of his gun against your temple. You froze, staring into his dark, evil eyes, not knowing what to do.

You watched in confusion as his hard and angry facial features softened, rage turning into surprise, and even concern.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, taking his hands off your shoulders and backing a way a bit in shock. You kept your eyes on him. You wanted nothing but for him to recognize you a few minutes before, but now you weren’t so sure.

“Y/N?!” he exclaimed suddenly, causing you to jump as his tone. A large smile grew on his face, only you viewed it as nothing but sinister and evil.

“Oh my god Y/N! Since when did you get here?!” he asked excitedly. He quickly moved towards you again and held his arms out to give you a hug, but you backed away and shook your head, making him frown.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me? It’s me! Niragi! Your best friend!”

You shook your head again, trying to get the message across that you didn’t want him near you. “Sorry Niragi,” you mumbled, trying hard to keep your tears in.

You quickly darted around the corner, making your way to the staircase to run to your room. You felt overwhelmed. After everything that happened today, finding out that your closest friend was now a murderer was the last thing you needed.

Your stomach dropped as you heard heavy footsteps following closely behind you.

“Wait Y/N! Please let me explain!” he tried to stop you, but you weren’t going to give him any time after that performance with the young boy.

“Piss off Niragi!” you yelled, climbing the stairs as fast as you could, trying to get away from him.

You turned onto the floor that your room was located on, sprinting down the hallway. You glanced back over your shoulder to see that Niragi wasn’t that far behind you. He had dropped his rifle, now trying to catch up to you empty handed.

You quickly busted through your door and immediately pressed your entire body weight on it. You silently cursed Hatter for not letting you have locks.

You heard him arrive in front of it, immediately trying to open it, but you stood your ground. He may have been tall, but there was nothing but skin and bones on him. He had no muscles to help him push through.

You held the door shut with your leg and reached for a chair to put against the handle so we wouldn’t be able to open it. You managed to secure it underneath the handle and stood back, watching as Niragi tried to open it again, but failing.

“Y/N please just let me in! Let me explain! I didn’t mean for you to see that!” he cried. You almost felt guilty, hearing as he started tearing up behind the door while still attempting to let himself in.

“Please Y/N! Let me in! I missed you!”

You covered your ears with your hands. You didn’t want to listen to his pleas, it would do nothing but make you feel bad for him.

That wasn’t Niragi outside your door, that was a cold-blooded killer that you wanted nothing to do with.

**************

The next few days you spend on alert around The Beach, looking around every corner for Niragi. As much as you’ve missed him the past few years, that event that occurred with the young boy obviously showed that he was no longer the nice and caring friend that you used to have. If anything, he now has become what he hated most in his high school days, a selfish and careless bully.

Who wants to be associated with someone like that? Not you.

Although even though you managed to avoid him in person, his name was brought up wherever you went. A few people would approach you during the day and warn you that Niragi was looking for you. It only would make your anxiety spike, causing you to scatter off to a more secluded place somewhere at The Beach. Most of the time you would hide in your room, but on the few occasions you climbed to the roof or hung around Alice and Usagi (who you had befriended), you managed to keep away from the psychopath.

One day, you were sitting out on one of the tables out by the pool. It was still quite early in the morning, so there wasn’t a lot of people around. The air was quite nippy, making you shiver against the cold breeze. You rubbed your arms up and down, trying to warm yourself up. Unfortunately, you hadn’t grown used to the ‘always wear bathers’ policy yet.

You felt a gentle hand lay itself on your shoulder, making your eyes widen and your head whip around to yell at whoever had dared to touch you, but you held in your harsh remark when your eyes met with Niragi’s.

“Finally! I found you!” he exclaimed, a sickening smile spreading across his face. You leant away from his touch, scooting your butt along the seat of the table, trying to make distance between the two of you.

Niragi obviously didn’t like this.

“Why are you avoiding me like I’m some kind of disease? I just want to talk to you! I haven’t seen you in years!” he said annoyed, taking a seat at the table.

You eyed his sniper rifle closely, watching as he placed it down on the table in front of him. You felt somewhat relieved that the barrel was pointing away from you. Who knew when he would decide to use that vicious weapon against you?

You blinked, not daring to say anything. You wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. It was unbearably uncomfortable.

“Sorry Niragi, I have to go,” you stated, standing up out of your seat and moving to turn away.

Niragi gripped the back of your hoodie and pulled you so you sat down again, making you yelp in surprise. “No, you don’t. Stop avoiding me,” he growled, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

You closed your eyes tightly in discomfort. You swore you were so close you could hear his heart beating. With a short shove to the side, you got out of his grip and stood up again.

“No, I do. I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you,” you bluntly said, becoming agitated from his insistent behaviour. Why did he think he could just tell you what to do?

He frowned, standing up as well. “Fine then, I’ll just come too. I don’t care if you don’t want to talk to me. You don’t get a choice.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly started walking away from him, hoping to at least get a head-start to stay away from him. You heard him jog up to you as you kept walking, seeing his shadow appear right next to you.

You became more and more anxious the longer he followed you. He started to get a little too comfortable in his movements, even having the audacity to touch your hair and comment on how much it’s grown.

It got to a point where you had walked all the way to the lobby about three times, realizing that he wasn’t even focusing on where you were going. You turned around just as he was reaching to grab your hand, looking him in the eye with anger written all over your face.

“Can you not take a hint?! Leave me the fuck alone!” you yelled, watching as his face contorted into shock at your tone.

“I don’t want to have anything to do with you Niragi! You’re fucking insane and sadistic! Has it not occurred to you that you’ve literally become the soul thing that you hated in high school?!” you sassed, anger ripping from your words and smacking him in the face.

The few people in the lobby turned their heads at the sound of your arguing, being curious due to not seeing anyone ever dare to yell such vulgar words towards Niragi.

He tucked his hand into his jeans pocket and readjusted the rifle on his shoulder, almost looking bored. “Yeah? And what would that be?” he asked, licking his bottom lip while staring at your menacingly.

You cringed as his movements. “A fucking asshole! A little bitch that preys on those weaker than him just so he can project his own hatred for himself onto them! You’re pathetic Niragi, and it’s a real shame that no one has in this shithole has told you so. Because no one knows you like I know you, and I know that on the inside, you hate yourself more than anyone could ever hate you.”

You took in a deep breath, regaining your strength. You suddenly saw the irony in your words. You accused Niragi of projecting his anger onto others when you just did it yourself.

Niragi rolled his eyes, bringing his rifle down off his shoulder and fiddling with the bullet canister. You felt your heart stop from his actions, being afraid that he was going to use it on you.

“Don’t act like you don’t miss me Y/N,” he laughed, glancing his eyes back up to you.

You grunted in annoyance. “Just leave me alone, please,” you begged, turning around and leaving Niragi to the peeping eyes still staring at you both.

He turned his head to everyone in the lobby. As he did so, everyone turned back to what they were doing, being afraid of being caught staring and yelled at by him.

“That’s right. Mind your own business,” he shouted out across the lobby to make sure everyone heard.

He watched you as you walked away, eventually turning the corner to go search for Alice and Usagi. At least they would give you some kind of security after what just happened.

He chuckled to himself, sticking his pierced tongue out and running it across his lips once again. “Just you wait Y/N, you’ll come running back to me soon enough. You can only keep that tough façade up for so long. Just wait until people find out that you’re all bark and no bite.”

************

You stumbled your way to the entrance of the hotel, head throbbing in pain and legs aching from the muscle strain you’ve put on them. You had arrived back from your game, being the only one that managed to survive. You didn’t feel well, both physically and emotionally, so you were planning on slipping into a coma for a few days to sleep off the pain that you were feeling at that moment.

It felt like a huge effort to even lift your feet. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone, so you weren’t even thinking of checking in on Alice or Usagi. You said to yourself you would look for them tomorrow. You were in too much of a bad mood to engage in conversation. You’d probably end up snapping at them, which wouldn’t be fair on them since they just completed a harsh game themselves.

As you were just about to enter through the large glass doors before a young militant woman with short blonde hair pushed through before you even had the chance. She managed to even knock your shoulder during the process, making you hiss in pain.

She looked you up and down with a disgusted expression on her face. “Watch where you’re going,” she spat before continuing walking inside.

You rolled your eyes. “Bitch,” you mumbled under your breath.

Her head quickly whipped around to meet your eye, an angered scowl on her face. “Excuse me?” she said in disbelief.

Your words got stuck in your throat. She wasn’t meant to have heard that. “I-I…”

“I-I..” she mocked you. You felt your adrenaline skyrocket. You’ve heard of this girl; she doesn’t take things lightly.

“Look I’m sorry, it just slipped out I promise,” you stammered out, putting your hands up in a surrender. You weren’t in the mood for dealing with her shit, you were grumpy and tired. You hoped she would let you off with just a warning.

But she had different plans.

She grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, dragging you outside again and brought you over to a small alleyway that ran along the side of the hotel. You struggled in her grip and protested the whole way.

Although, you stopped fighting against her when she shoved you against a brick wall and pulled a revolver out of her jacket pocket, pushing it underneath your chin. You froze and looked at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to have mercy.

“You’ve messed with the wrong person you bitch,” she growled, giving you a quick jab to the ribs. You yelped in pain, clutching your side. It hurt ten times more, considering you’ve already faced a horrific game that same night.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eye sockets.

She scoffed and smirked at you. “Wow, all bark and no bite huh?” she teased, throwing a kick to your shin, making you cry harder.

Her words angered you, making you see red for a short moment. You forgot about the revolver against your chin and gave her a quick punch to the jaw, making her head whip sideways.

She groaned, clutching her face and slowly turned back to you. You felt yourself fill with regret when you saw the look on her face. She looked like she was ready to kill you.

“Is that how you want it? Fine, have a hole in your foot. Maybe it’ll manage to get you and your attitude killed off in the next game,” she snarled.

Your stomach dropped at her words. Before you could even protest, she pulled away and aimed the gun towards the ground and blew a quick bullet in the top of your foot.

You cried out, kneeling and grasping your foot in your hands in pain, biting your tongue so you didn’t scream too loud. The pain of the bullet seeped from your foot and up your leg, spreading across your body.

The militant girl stood above you, laughing at your pathetic body lying on the ground. Your screams of pain brought her pleasure.

“Didn’t think this would happen when you bad mouthed me, didn’t you?!” she laughed, leaning down and pushing the gun against your head to threaten you more.

Another gunshot rang in your ears. For a moment you thought it was her and that she had put a bullet through your head, killing you. But then you heard a cry and saw the girl fall in the ground holding your shin with her head thrown back in a silent scream.

You were about to attempt to stand up to take this opportunity to run, but quickly jumped back down to the ground when another loud gunshot filled the air. You heard the bullet colliding with flesh as the girl flinched violently and cried out again.

You heard a menacing male laugh fill the air, and you glanced down the alleyway to see where it came from.

There stood Niragi, holding his sniper rifle out towards you both with smoke protruding from the barrel of it. A psychotic grin was painted across his face and you swore you saw his eyes shine red.

“Why are you giving my poor love a hard time?! Maybe think twice before you put a bullet through my property,” he exclaimed, chucking and walking up to the girl giving her a harsh kick to the ribs.

You felt like you were about to throw up and hearing some of her ribs crack from the collision of her chest to his boot did not help your nausea.

You rubbed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the ground. You wanted to wake up, like this was all some bad dream. Before you knew it, you were silently sobbing on the floor, tears rolling out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

You felt two arms wrap around you, lifting you off the cold stone floor and into a warm chest. You winced and whined as the bullet wound in your foot shot a searing pain through your leg. Niragi shushed you quietly.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, placing his cheek on top of your head.

His behaviour was giving you whiplash. One second ago he was acting like a maniac, shooting holes through a young girl, but now he was carrying you by under your knees and your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck.

You were exhausted, your body not even listening to you. You tried to move your leg to force yourself out of his grip but didn’t even have the strength to lift it. Your head was throbbing, and you could’ve passed out easily in his arms, but forced yourself to stay awake.

As Niragi walked past the lobby to get to the medical room, he attracted a few worried faces. Some even stood up to walk over and ask if you were okay. Everyone was terrified he had bad intentions with you, knowing how he was.

He ignored the few that approached both of you, rushing down the hall to escape them. He had to get there quickly so Ann could treat your bullet wound.

When he arrived, he pushed through the door harshly and called out to Ann with a worried tone. She stopped what she was doing and turned to the door to see Niragi holding you close to him protectively, blood dripping into the ground from your shoe.

“Shit, bring her here.” She gestured towards an empty table in the middle of the room. Niragi rushed over and placed you gently on the metal table, letting you lean your upper body against him.

Ann brought over some large tweezers, a cloth, disinfectant and a bandage. You flinched at the sight of the tweezers, moving to get away from her. “No, no!” you begged, trying to crawl up the table to get away, but Niragi grabbed your waist and pinned you against his chest.

“We have to get the bullet out Y/N, we can’t just leave it in there!” he argued, brushing your hair out of your face to calm you down.

You struggled against his grip as Ann held down your foot and carefully removed your shoe and sock. You looked down and saw a small hole in the top of your foot. How could such a small injury cause so much pain?

“Alright Niragi, keep her still. This is going to hurt,” Ann said shallowly, picking up the tweezers to try and remove the bullet.

“Yep.” You felt his grip on you tighten and he tucked his chin on your head. “Please just keep still Y/N, I’m here. It’s okay,” he cooed. His reassuring words didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.

Niragi turned your face so you were nuzzled into his chest. He knew that making you watch Ann take the bullet would do nothing but freak you out more, so he wanted to protect you from the sight.

You felt fine until the pain in your foot suddenly skyrocketed, making you let out a piercing scream. You bit your tongue to try and quieten yourself, but it didn’t do much.

Niragi frowned as he suddenly felt you go limp against him. He looked down at your face to see you had passed out, eyes shut tight and letting out soft breaths.

He smiled and brushed his fingers across your face. “So cute,” he mumbled.

“Well, that’s better. Maybe if we just knocked her out with a quick jab to the head, it would’ve saved us the headache of trying to keep her down,” Ann stated bluntly, causing Niragi to laugh.

“You know how this happened?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

“A bitch shot her just outside the hotel,” he said with an angry tone.

Ann didn’t seem surprised. Events like that occurred a lot. She had removed a lot of bullets the time she had been there.

“What happened to the girl? Did she run when she saw you?”

“I didn’t give her the chance to. She copped two bullets into her body for doing that to Y/N.”

“Did you think maybe Y/N was the one giving her a hard time?”

“Doesn’t matter. I only saw her shoot the bullet, nothing else.”

“Fair enough.”

***********

You cracked your eyes open to a room that most definitely wasn’t your own. You groaned and sat up, wincing when the pain in your foot shot through your leg. Memories of yesterday filled your head. “I must have passed out in the medical room,” you said to yourself.

You scanned the room. It was much bigger than yours. The bed you were in was three times the size of yours, and this room even had a huge balcony. As you looked around more, you noticed that a bag of your stuff was placed near the closet.

You frowned. Why was your stuff from your room here?

Suddenly the door opened to reveal Niragi, walking in with a plate of a bread roll and a bottle of water. He saw you awake and smiled.

“Aw little mouse is awake. How’s your foot?” he purred.

You cringed at the pet name. “What’s it to you, dickhead,” you growled, getting out of the bed and standing up. You were wearing the same clothes that you wore to the game yesterday, minus the shoes and the jacket.

Niragi smirked and placed the food on a small table in the centre of the room. “Have you forgotten who saved your pathetic ass yesterday?” he asked, approaching you. “And also, don’t stand on that foot. It’s injured, you have to rest it.” He pushed on your shoulder lightly to make you sit on the bed again. He sat himself next to you and leaned towards your face.

You moved away from his face, hating how close he was to you. “Yeah, but how did you know I even needed help? And don’t tell me you were just going on a short stroll through the alleyway at eleven at night,” you said, scooting up the bed and leaning your back against the wooden bedhead.

Niragi chuckled. “What if I was? Are you accusing me of stalking?” he suggested.

You shook your head. “Why is my stuff here,” you asked, changing the subject.

Niragi glanced over at the bag full of your stuff on the ground near the closet. He turned back to you with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah! I forgot to say, you’re moving in with me,” he said excitedly.

You felt your stomach drop. “What? I didn’t agree to this.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand again. You could only place pressure on one foot, so you stood on one leg.

“Oh, baby. I don’t care if you don’t want to. You’re in here with me now, whether you like it or not,” he growled, reaching out towards you waiting for you to place your hand in his.

You stared at him, trying to see if he was joking or not. But from the serious look on his face, you didn’t think he was.

“I’m not staying in here with you. You’re a fucking psycho.”

You attempted to limp over to the door, wanting to escape Niragi as soon as possible. But you didn’t expect him to be so insistent on you staying.

A sudden arm around your waist spun your around and Niragi pinned you against the door, his face far too close to yours for it to be comfortable. “Did you not just hear me? You don’t get a choice love. You’re stuck with me,” he rasped into your face with a scary smile across his.

Your breath hitched and you turned your head away as he moved his face closer, trying to force his lips against yours. You felt helpless.

“Niragi please. Let me go, I’m sorry if I ever angered you,” you begged, pushing on his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “I promise if you let me go, we can go back to how we were in high school.” You were trying to do anything that would get him off you. Your heart was racing, and you were becoming more frightened by the second.

Niragi licked a long and slow stripe from your collar bone to the back of your ear. You cringed and sobbed at the feeling of his tongue and saliva on your skin. “Maybe I don’t want it like it was back then. Maybe I want more Y/N,” he whispered.

He tucked his face into your neck and nipped at your skin. He had your arms pinned either side of you and his leg was holding your good foot against the door. You couldn’t do anything to defend yourself.

“What have you become Niragi,” you sobbed after a short moment.

Niragi removed himself from your neck, leaning back to look at you. You stared into his eyes, seeing the same dark and beautiful orbs that used to make your heart race with love in high school, only now, they made your heart race with fear.

“I’ve become the real me Y/N, and you’re going to love me, whether you want to or not.”

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[binxyu]

Jungkook was meant to be just a guilty pleasure. Not your guilty pleasure, but a guilty pleasure. You knew never to fall in love with a man that thought loyalty was showing up on time. He was everything you never needed, but here you were. Your fingers pressed on the trigger that would start the flame of pain.

>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader

>>Word Count: 7.5k

>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, cum play, disloyalty, degrading, exhibitionism, fingering, hair pulling, marking, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, and witchcraft

Jungkook was too beautiful for his own good.

From his pouty lips and sharp jaw line to his starry eyes. The man was perfection.

Even you had fallen for him, a woman that stopped believing in love.

But, all you could do now was remember the times you had together as the fire slowly burns in front of you.

As your love for Jeon Jungkook disappeared into nothingness.

Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, writing the second of three essays you had due. It was nearing the end of the semester and, while you were ecstatic at the mere thought of summer vacation, the stress of exams was looming over you.

“Can you look over this paragraph for me?”, you peeked up over your laptop and nodded, moving your own device out of the way to make room for Namjoon’s. Kim Namjoon was a journalist in the making, a man that knew exactly how to put events into words. He was quite different from you, but study sessions together were always eventful. You were the perfect person to correct his grammar mistakes or to help add detail to his work and he was the perfect person to help explain a certain historical detail you may have missed.

Studying religions was what you had decided was your interest considering your unique practice. You enjoyed learning about the beliefs of people centuries ago but the facts could get scrambled in your brain and that’s where Namjoon came in. He almost seemed to have a never ending timeline in his brain.

“I’d add more emphasize on Jungkook. He did beat the record after all”, you quickly realized when you read the paragraph that he was writing for the school paper again. Despite your attempts to persuade the man that he could do much better with his time, he continued to write for it.

“That’s true. Wait, how did you know about that?”, you let out an amicable chuckle. Of course Namjoon would assume you did not know. Just because you despised sports did not mean you were deaf. The whole school had been talking about the student since the track meet. While you couldn’t remember the exact record he beat, it was still a record.

“People talk”, you shrugged and Namjoon nodded. It was peaceful for a moment as you went back to typing, managing to push aside your emerging migraine. Your body was begging for a good nap, but you had to get this done. You were, among less appealing qualities, a hard worker. Perhaps it was due to the pressure put on you as a child or maybe it was because that diploma was just out of reach. Either way, nothing was going to get in the way of your future.

And, like the biggest fuck you from the universe, Jeon Jungkook walks in.

Yet, you hadn’t realized and kept typing until Namjoon cursed loudly, drawing you out of your world.

“Are you okay?”, your voice was soft before your eyes met the issue. Oh, poor clumsy Namjoon.

He had spilt his coffee all over his shirt, staining the freshly new white blouse he had worn. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dug in your bag for a napkin.

“Don’t bother, it’s too much for a napkin. I’ll go to the restroom. Be right back”, you gave him a brief nod and a thumbs up. Still, you got up with your little pack of napkins and tried to clean up the remaining coffee staining into the table. The librarian is sure to kill you both if it does end up staining the wood. Standing back to examine your work, you almost screamed.

Standing by your laptop was a tall figure with the most sinister smirk you’ve ever seen.

Jeon fucking Jungkook spilt your coffee all over your notes and laptop.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before fury overtook the shock. You stomped up to the broadly built man and yes you didn’t believe in violence as a solution but all you wanted to do was slap the smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“Why did you do that?”, you also wanted to yell but the librarian was already eyeing the table and you couldn’t draw attention to the mess.

“Because I like to watch you suffer, sourpuss”, how have you not killed the man in front of you? You had no idea. Because that name infuriated you.

You knew it was the student’s way of messing with you, wanting to strike that minuscule nerve inside of you. No one else believed you could get angry but Jungkook knew you could. Mostly because he had caused that anger.

“And why is that? Because Jimin told you another lie about me?”, Jeon Jungkook was so impossibly similar to Park Jimin that it was uncanny who he had learned his traits from. Truth be told, you had the smallest crush on the man in front of you during freshmen year. He was so affectionate, caring, and friendly back then.

But, instead of ending up with the sweet heartthrob, you had ended up with Jimin for that year and the next.

Starting out, he was simply a popular boy and loved you with his whole heart. But, time went by and his true colors shun through like the sunlight through your irritatingly useless blinds. He was a playboy. An awfully good one at that for you to have never noticed the extra pairs of undergarments that laid on his floor when you slept over at his dorm.

He cheated, but he blamed it all on you and even Jeon Jungkook hates your guts because you were sure Jimin had told him exactly what he had told most of your friends. That you had broken his heart with your “horrifying” witchcraft and that you were dangerous. It explained why so many students asked to see your devil shrine the next day or tried to barge into your dorm to look at what Jimin talked about.

The most ironic thing was that you had never used magick around the man and you barely used it to begin with. You supposed it was for good reason considering that happened the first time you told someone about it.

“Jimin doesn’t lie. He’s never lied to me and I’m sure you’re well aware of what you did”, his finger jabbed harshly above your breast, just slightly lower than your collarbone. Among many things, Jungkook was dense and forgetful. You noticed that quickly when you started spotted reminders written on his fingers or palm. Just like the little note saying “library 7pm” was written on the finger jabbing you.

Unless the track star had another reason to be in the library he never visited, he wrote that down just to catch you in time.

“Tell me, Jeon. What did I do?”, you tilted your head and moved away from him, realizing the coffee was now leaking onto the floor. You desperately wished Namjoon would hurry up and get back to help you.

“You broke his heart. Using magick or something”, you bit your lips in annoyance and turned around to face him.

“Or something? Jungkook, I never did anything to Jimin. I know you won’t believe it because you look up to him like some god, but he cheated on me. He broke my heart”, you jabbed back, hitting the same spot he hit you, “and, if you haven’t noticed, Jimin doesn’t seem heartbroken, does he?”. If he dared to say yes you may have to use that horrifying magick Jimin lied about because your ex was anything but heartbroken. He was with a new woman almost every night and, even with this knowledge, they lined up to be with him. Who could deny the charming Park Jimin?

Finally, Jungkook shook his head, his curly black hair bouncing as he did the movement. If he wasn’t such a nuisance, you might’ve wished you could run your fingers through it. It looked so fluffy.

“Then, leave me alone. It’s been years of your torment and I’m tired of it”, you sighed and slung your bag over your shoulder after shoving your slightly wet laptop into it, walking out of the library after sending a text to Namjoon that you had felt bad because no one really knew about your fights with Jungkook and Namjoon would surely try to beat his ass if he found out about it.

Leaving the coffee on the table was a bold move but a part of you hoped that the asshole would clean it up. It was his mess after all. Not your’s.

“You’re coming to the track meet, right?”, the voice startled you and you sat up on your bed, making direct eye contact with Kim Taehyung. The only guy with a key to your dorm.

“Tae, I love you but you know I do not do sports”, you grumbled and flopped back onto your bed. Your classes had you beat and the need for a nap was too great to give up. Even if it was for your best friend.

“I know but it would mean so much if you were there”, don’t do it. Don’t do it.

You did it.

You made direct eye contact with those big puppy eyes Taehyung always used to get his way. You had fallen victim once again.

Which was why you had ended up in the cold, shivering as you watched the team run around the track for what felt like an eternity.

Taehyung had done great considering he barely moved before the season but who really stood out was Jungkook. His back muscles were only moments away from ripping through the flimsy shirt he was wearing and sweat was coating his hair. He was aware of how good he looked. He always was. He even was ballsy enough to wink at one of the girls screaming his name in the crowd.

Thankfully, the pleasant bliss that was drinking kept your mind off how irritated you were. You had snuck in a beer to drink (not that everyone else didn’t) and the alcohol loosened you up a bit.

After the meet was over, a sweaty Taehyung was clinging to you like a massive koala. He was high off adrenaline and couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or jump around.

“Tae, take this before you pass out on top of me”, you handed him a water and he gratefully took it, still leaning against you as he chugged down the drink.

Taehyung and you were polar opposites. He was an athlete, quite dorky, a great singer, and was overly optimistic. You, on the other hand, liked to keep to yourself, was not the best of singers, and always stuck to the reality of things. Even if you could manipulate that reality the tiniest bit.

“Let’s get you home”, you let the man lean his weight on you tiredly as you started to walk towards the exit of the field.

“Sourpuss, I need to talk to you”, that voice was definitely not the one you needed to hear when you were this tired and already agitated. What does a girl have to do to spend time in her bed?

“I’m a little busy if you haven’t realized”, you gestured to Taehyung, who was breathing directly on your neck and nuzzling his nose against the skin. It wasn’t an odd gesture considering your close friendship but his face was so cold it send goosebumps down your spine.

“I’ll help”, Jungkook offered, quickly coming to your rescue by crouching down and getting Tae on his back. The man grumbled but was happy to take the ride considering it was less soreness for his legs to endure the next day.

The Jeon Jungkook helping? What a trip.

“What do you want?”, you winced at how rude it sounded. Sure, Jungkook most definitely deserves said rudeness, but he was helping you.

“I’m sorry”, you legitimately thought you were hearing things and turned your head to look at him, stopping in your tracks.

“Can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly”, the athlete groaned before turning to look at you, frustration evident on his face.

“I’m sorry. You were right about Jimin. He’s been talking shit behind my back for months and I had no idea”, if it wasn’t for your “told you so” attitude, you would’ve felt sorry for him. Jimin was one of his closest friends after all.

“Hate to say I told you so but”, he glared at you to shut up and you quickly did. His glare was so cold that a shiver went up your spine.

“Sorry, it was a joke. Jimin is really manipulative so don’t let him bring you down”, you reassured him, even bringing your hand up to pat his shoulder. By the way he flinched away, you would’ve assumed your hand was made of lava.

Noted. Jungkook hates being touched.

“I assumed so much about you and that was immature of me”, the man smiled softly at you. It felt like arrows pierced your heart. He had such a cute smile for an asshole. Like a bunny.

“It’s fine. Lots of people assume things about me”, you shrugged as you both started walking again, Taehyung looking down at you to make sure you’re okay. He was like your protective older brother and you couldn’t be more thankful to have him around.

“But they shouldn’t. So what if you follow a different religion? It doesn’t mean you’re evil”, that was probably the first time someone agreed with your practices besides Taehyung and Namjoon (mostly because he understood it better than others).

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot”, you finally smiled back at him, sending his heart right into his chest as his heartbeat picked up. Needless to say, he adored your smile.

“I hate to ask this of you but could you tutor me on Epidemiology? I regret ever taking it and I’ll pay you”, you were wide-eyed with shock to say the least. You didn’t expect Jungkook to go out of his way to learn. Especially, not with you.

“Sure, you can join Namjoon and I in the morning”, you nodded before you saw the way Jungkook’s nose crinkled up in displeasure.

“What? What’s wrong with that?”, he sighed in response to the question as you both reached your dorm building. You’d just let Tae stay with you for the night.

“Namjoon hates my guts. We’re way too different. Besides, aren’t you two dating? I don’t want to be some third wheel”, Jungkook almost sounded disgusted at the idea, probably imagining you making out with Namjoon in front of him.

“I’m not dating him. He’s just the only other intelligent male I can tolerate”, he seemed to relax once you finished speaking but there was still tenseness evident in his shoulders which wasn’t due to the large man on his back.

“I still don’t get along with him despite the fact that he writes about me all the time. He once yelled at me for cheating and wrote an article about it”, that was a slap right to your face. Right, Jungkook was a player and he could throw your feelings aside like one of his cigarettes. Do not get attached.

“Well, don’t cheat”, you said because, let’s be real, it’s the truth. You unlocked the door and helped Taehyung off of his back.

“Bye Koo, thanks again”, your words were quick and you kicked the door closed with your shoe, your hands full thanks to the oversized man child clinging onto you.

Koo. He liked that.

Weeks had ticked by and, somehow, Jungkook had managed to get your number. Honestly, Namjoon probably slipped it out or Taehyung gave it to him. According to Tae, the man had been oddly friendly to him and they were (borderline) friends now. They played video games together, practiced together, and even barged into your place for snacks together.

Great. Now you had two man-children to take care of and feed. It was definitely taking a chunk out of your paycheck each week to get extra snacks for the two. They ate like starving animals whenever they came over. A small part of you even thought it was just to piss you off even more.

Jungkook finally managed to get you to agree for a tutoring session with him. Just one. If this one went well then maybe you would agree to more.

The only sad thing about the session was that it was scheduled to happen right after your last class on Friday in your previous dorm. The dorm you had just finished cleaning up since the last time the two adult toddlers had destroyed it.

Surprisingly, when you had woken up one morning, Jungkook was still there. You assumed he and Tae were too drunk to get back to their own dorms and had decided to just sleepover at your’s. It was quite annoying if you were to be honest, but the way Koo looked actually interested in your religion was enticing.

He didn’t look scared or disgusted when he looked at your little collection of crystals on your desk or the jar resting on your end table sealed with candle wax. If anything, he actually looked amused or even impressed.

“I’ll pick you up after class. I can’t believe you don’t drive and walk to your dorm every day”, Jungkook shook his head as he walked beside you. Coincidentally, your last classes were next to each other but you were shocked to hear him offer to give you a ride.

“Don’t judge me, Mr. Playboy. I just have a fear of hitting someone. Have you seen the lunatics at this campus? They will run out into traffic for fun”, the man chuckled wholeheartedly at the pout on your lips. Plus, your joke was actually pretty accurate. Even he had almost hit a drunk idiot when trying to get back to his dorm late one night.

“Okay, that’s fair. So, you okay with me driving you?”, you nodded cautiously. While Jungkook was guaranteed to know every path to your dorm by now, you were still guarded. Being in that tight of a space with him was going to be difficult.

No, you don’t get those so-called “butterflies” when you were with him. Honestly, those butterflies were typically a bad sign to you. Feeling sick because you loved someone sounded a bit odd and almost contradictory.

You actually found yourself with more powerful emotions than anything. If Jungkook made you angry, you were angry. If he made you happy, you were happy.

Everything just felt so much stronger when you were around him. Thankfully, he almost always made you happy. He made you laugh because, once he discovered that beautiful sound, he couldn’t get enough.

So, after your class, you met him out in the hall and he walked you to his car. Now you realized how such an undetermined man got into college.

He was filthy rich.

Sitting there in the parking spot was a brand new Mercedes Benz. Its black color almost matched the distinct leather jacket that he decided to wear today. It very much screamed Jeon Jungkook.

However, it did not scream you whatsoever. You were almost afraid to get near it.

“Hop in. My grade isn’t getting any lower”, he opened the door for you and you weren’t sure if it was because you were friends, or whatever the fuck you two were, or if it was because he wanted a discount.

That’s not fucking happening. He’s already stolen plenty of money through snacks from your cabinets.

Meekly, you got into the vehicle, immediately buckling your seatbelt as if it was going to hurl itself into motion at any moment. Jungkook shut the door and went around to get into the drivers’ seat. Apparently he trusted his own driving so much that he never wore a seatbelt (Namjoon would’ve had a stroke if he was told that) and he drove with one hand (scratch that- make it two strokes).

Despite those things, he was an actual good driver. You felt safe and he drove the speed limit. Maybe it was just because you were in the car with him?

Getting out of the luxurious leather seats proved to be a hassle considering you knew your seats in your dorm were no where near as comfortable. You could sleep in that passenger seat without a care in the world compared to your own bed. Still, you forced yourself to get out and you two went up to your dorm. Jungkook is way too familiar with the place now considering he barely talks to you. It’s your place and, yet, he comes here for Tae.

“Alright, what unit do you need help on?”, you asked softly as you took the needed supplies out of your bag. You actually already took Epidemiology. It had nothing to do with your major but it was interesting to you. Who wouldn’t want to learn about the science of the world’s biggest killer: disease?

Jungkook simply looked at you, blinking a few times and pressing his tongue into his cheek in that nervous habit you realized he had.

“Oh- for fucks sake, Koo”, you grumbled as you realized how long of a process this was going to be.

It had been months since you began tutoring the student and, finally, there was progress.

Standing proudly with his shoulders back was Jeon Jungkook holding a test with a big number ‘92’ on it in red ink. Your heart swelled with pride.

“I passed! This was the exam review test so I’ll pass the exam, right?”, you smiled brightly as you looked at his excited eyes. You never thought Jungkook would ever be excited over passing a class but you can’t judge people by their covers, right?

“Yeah! Just keep up with the studying and you got it”, you nodded quickly, looking away from his puppy eyes when you felt happiness engulf you like a fire.

Ironically, you were actually playing with fire. Your hand tugged on the trigger and a flame flickered from the end of your lighter. You brought it down and lit the candle in front of you. To be honest, you were a bit of a goodie two shoes but you did break one rule.

No fire in the dorms.

“Hey, I really wanted to thank you. I’m actually passing all my classes now and it fills like my life has purpose again”, woah, didn’t expect that.

“No problem, Koo. Your life always has purpose. What do you mean?”, you looked up from what you were doing, noticing he was leaning against the frame of your door.

“All I did was party and drink. Sure, I was a good athlete but that can only take you so far”, you nodded in understanding and stood up, walking towards him.

He followed your every move like prey waiting for the predator to attack them.

But, instead of an attack, he was met with a warm, genuine, and, all around, great hug.

“Do you think of me as everyone else does?”, you looked up at him, meeting his starry eyes.

Oh, you hated them because of how much you loved them. They held the galaxy within them and you could stare into them for hours if given the chance.

You were many things but, tragically for Jungkook, a liar wasn’t one of them.

“Honestly, I did before. I’ve seen you do some of the things the rumors talk about-“, smoking, cheating, fighting, “but now I know that’s not all you are. There’s more to you, Koo”.

All Jungkook had been able to think about was your words. Sure, he didn’t care about your opinion before but it truly did make him happy to know you thought better of him.

“Jk! Where have you been?”, oh no.

“Jimin? I’ve just been at the gym a lot”, lies. He had been with you a lot.

“Ah, I see. How’s the bet going?”, the shorter man asked, running his fingers through his precisely cut hair. What a born model.

The bet. The bet you had no clue about. The bet Jungkook was too dense to refuse.

“It’s going. She hugged me yesterday”, Jimin scoffed and then chuckled, vastly different sounds that almost made Jungkook double over in fear. Truth be told, he despised Jimin. He despised him because he scared him. The only other man more influential than him was Jimin and that meant Jimin could ruin his reputation in a matter of seconds.

“That’s all? Damn, she really is void of love”, the bet Jimin was referring to was the one he made with the younger at the beginning of the year.

“I bet you can’t make her fall in love with you. She didn’t even love me, Koo! Me! I’m telling you, if you make her fall in love with you then I’ll get you anything you want”.

Time was running out with exams coming up and Jungkook needed to hurry if he was going to win such a bet. But, was it worth it if it meant disappointing you? Jimin may be scary but you made him feel so happy and so proud.

The only time he had seen you disappointed was when Taehyung broke one of your jars, resulting in a mess of coins, herbs, and wax on the floor. That’s the day he decided he never wanted to be on the receiving end of one of those looks.

“Yeah, she’s guarded which is understandable-“, wait- did Jeon Jungkook just grow some balls? “I’d be void of love too if everyone judged me for something I believed in”. He did.

“Where is that coming from? She deserves it, doesn’t she? Come on, JK. Keep that head in the game!”, Jimin patted his head like he was a child with all A’s on his report card, which, for once, was actually true thanks to you.

What game? You? Were you truly just a game to him?

“Alright, I’ve got this”, damn. Maybe you were.

Most nights you found yourself at the library now. It was the only place that was filled with peace and quiet. Especially on a Friday. Not even the librarian was here.

“Guess who”, hands covered your eyes and you would’ve punched the man behind you if you didn’t immediately recognize his husky voice. It was soothing with just the perfect mix of roughness. You couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when he just woke up.

“An asshole who thinks it’s okay to sneak up on women in a deserted place”, you grumbled and Jungkook immediately removed his hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, oh here we go. Argument number two thousand.

“I wasn’t scared. I was just saying that, one, you’re an ass and, two, don’t do that to women”, he nodded in agreement and you thought that was the stopping of an argument. Boy, oh boy, were you wrong.

“I won’t anymore but you’re so weak. I’ve scared you so many times now”, you glared at him. Thanks to months of being by Jungkook’s side, you had become a bit more out of control. The feelings you used to keep caged up were now more out in the open. You cussed more often, even tried drinking (and almost spit it out on him), and your frustration was no longer hidden from the world.

“Jungkook, you are a menace to society and I would like it if you leaved”, it was a pointless threat. You didn’t really mean it. You adored his company but you wouldn’t admit that with a gun to your head.

“Liar, you love me”, shit. Did you? No, don’t ask that. It was just a joke.

Damn you and your overthinking.

“No, I hate you. Shut up”, that was also a useless threat. Jungkook never shut up. He was quite the talker and shutting up was not in his vocabulary.

“No, you hate me. Shut up”, he sat on the table you were previously working on, knowing this would take a while. Your arguments always lasted between thirty minutes to two or three hours. You both hated to back down.

“No, I love you. Shut the fuck up”, wait a second-

“As you wish”, he smirked victoriously and leaned closer, his face so close to your’s that you could smell his musky cologne.

“That was wrong”, you glared at him and he shook his head, “don’t open your mouth aga-“ you were cut off as his lips connected with your’s. He kissed you so intensely that your mind was fogged up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Finally, with your brain still hooked on adrenaline, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping his well defined face as you kissed back. You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled away, leaving a spark traveling down your body. Now, that’s a good feeling.

“Ah, I love when you shut the fuck up”, you were so close to beating him with your bag.

Everything was weird after the kiss. Life wasn’t some fairytale where you both lived happily ever after in some old palace somewhere.

No, you were both actually stuck in that “fuck, what are we?” mess.

Love wasn’t something you could control and that was why you never let it get that far, but, with Jungkook, it felt uncontrollable, spreading like wildfire.

So, you avoided him.

Of course, it wasn’t the most humane or easiest form of dealing with your feelings but it worked.

Well, for a little bit until Koo decided to block you off in the library, cornering you into the back section of the religious books. Oh, how ironic.

“What’s wrong?”, his voice made your knees want to give out. It was early and you assumed he woke up early just to catch you. His attire said that enough from his sweatpants to the tank top hugging his upper body. He obviously just threw something on before he left.

“What are you talking about?”, you tilted your head and tried to act innocent, but, once again, a liar you were not.

“Oh please, you’re obviously pissed off or scared of me or something”, bingo. You were horrified of what you were feeling and, in tune with it, Jungkook.

“I don’t know! Why do you even care? You’re obviously going to pass your exam so what am I needed for anymore?”, you winced at your own words, watching as the man’s usual bright expression turned into a sorrowful one.

“It’s much more than that, y/n”, that was probably one of the first times he had said your name. He usually called you nicknames like princess, sourpuss, or whatever else he came up with depending on his mood.

“Then what is it?”, the stare he gave you made you want to hide further into the corner. It was so predatory that your body was trying to fight its own instincts to run away and avoid the problem. You were always a flight over fight type of girl.

“You”, the one word made your eyebrows furrow, racking your brain for a response or understanding of what he meant. Jungkook shook his head as you watched your face twist in confusion.

“You’re so dense. Why would I kiss you if it wasn’t all for you?”, he leaned closer to you, hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase behind you. You silently thanked the universe that no one else was in there yet.

“Discount?”, it was the first thing you thought of and it caused a low chuckle to rumble out of Jungkook’s chest. He looked up into your eyes and it almost knocked the air out of you.

“Hmm, unless it’s a fuck buddy discount then I don’t think I want it”, he raised an eyebrow cockily and your eyes went wide. Little did Jungkook know that he just complicated your relationship even more.

“And what if I’m okay with making such a discount?”, the student practically groaned at the words, free hand finding its way on your hip, squeezing it. You don’t know where your new found confidence came from but you had gotten rather blunt since hanging out with Jungkook.

“Then I’d say you’re not the person I thought you were”, he hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The way his breath tickled your ear sent sparks through your body.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you here against these books?”, yes you did. Looking around, you were met with many versions of Bible and other holy books of all religions. It was absolutely filthy and wrong to do it there which was why it was perfect.

“Yes, I want that”, your nails dug into the wood behind you, trying to ground your emotions down. It had always been an escape tactic to you.

“How naughty”, now you understood why he had chosen today of all days to corner you. He loved the skirt you were wearing and how easily it gave access to everything delicious underneath. Plus, your legs were perfect to him.

His fingers danced along your thighs before he pushed up your skirt, revealing the black lace panties underneath. Oh, you knew what was going to happen today and you definitely knew Jungkook liked his black.

“So pretty. Just for me?”, the question took you off guard, your own questions flooding your brain. Ultimately, after a few moments of silence, you decided he probably had a possession thing. Who didn’t like to feel powerful?

“Just for you, Koo. Fuck, touch me please”, so you decided to feed his little ego, edging him on until he pulled the panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

The dim light of the library truly didn’t do it justice but he couldn’t help himself from finding it to be also perfect. He was in deep shit now.

His long fingers ran down your slit until they reached their destination: your pussy. He rubbed around it before he slowly plunged his middle finger into the wetness, curling against your walls.

Fuck, you always hated that finger but with it inside of you? Maybe you could make an exception.

Your body shook in response to the stimulation since you hadn’t been touched in so long, your hands gripping the wood tighter to keep yourself steady. Jungkook smirked when you clenched around his finger before he added another, stretching you out wonderfully as he scissored you open.

And that was when Jungkook found his favorite sound in the world.

“Jungkook! Oh god”, you moaning his name sounded like music to his ears and he couldn’t get enough. The only thing he hated was how quiet it was since you were still conscious of the library around you. He wanted you to scream it.

“You like that, princess? You want more?”, you obediently nodded, not in the mood to be denied an orgasm (which you were sure Jungkook would do if you didn’t obey). The man chuckled and leaned down, still pumping his fingers steadily as if it took no effort at all. If you had done this yourself then your fingers would have been cramping by now.

Your body jolted when Jungkook’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly on the nerve as if he was starving. To be fair, he had skipped breakfast.

You feared for the books behind you as your body spasmed, orgasming on the man’s fingers. You took deep breaths once you were finished and watched as Jungkook pulled away, pulling his cum covered fingers out of you.

With prolonged eye contact, he slipped the digits into his mouth and sucked the juices off of them. A new wave of arousal went through you when he tapped your lips with them, making you open your mouth. You gagged briefly when they hit the back of your throat but you sucked on it, licking your way up his middle finger.

“Good girl”, now that was going to haunt you forever. You whined when he pulled his fingers away and he smiled teasingly at you.

“I’m going to need to see these”, your eyes went wide when he gripped the collar of your shirt and ripped it clean down the middle, tossing it aside as if it didn’t cost you a fortune.

“Jeon Jungkook! That was expensive”, you huffed but he paid you no mind, just reaching behind you to remove your bra too so it can join the rest of your clothes.

“What if someone sees? I can’t cover these up quickly, Koo”, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking around cautiously. Jungkook just laughed and pulled your arms away, pinning your wrists above your head so he can press his body against your own.

“Take my shirt off and you can put that over you for the day. It’s fine, sourpuss”, oh you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so turned on. He let go of your wrists and you quickly removed his shirt for him, revealing a muscular chest you could’ve never imagined.

And he never imagined how beautiful you’d look with your hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He grabbed them immediately and you failed to see the spark in his eyes as he squished them together.

“That was one of my favorite shirts. What a di-“, you yelped when he pulled your leg up over his shoulder, yanked his pants and boxers down, and pulled your panties aside to rub his angry tip against your folds. Your head rested back as he rubbed against your clit, covering his cock in your juices.

“What a dick indeed”, Jungkook chuckled deeply, arousal blurring his world into nothing but you. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling you.

His lips attached to your neck and you were so out of reality that you didn’t realize he was littering the skin with his marks, a silent claim on you as he pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh shit, it’s exactly as I imagined. So tight and warm”, and he was just as you imagined. So very big. You didn’t think anyone else could stretch you out as much as Jeon Jungkook and that thought made you groan.

“You’ve been imagining it?”, it was your turn to smirk and, for the first time ever, the man in front of you blushed.

“Oh please princess. I know you’ve been thinking about it too”, and you had been. Not that you’d ever admit that after he just basically friends with benefits zoned you.

“Just move you asshole”, Jungkook gripped your hair, tugging on the soft strands as he finally kept pushing, bottoming out inside of you perfectly.

His big hands moved to grip your hips, a little help to keep you up as he started to snap his own into your’s. He was mildly uncomfortable at first but, as you adjusted to his size, bliss filled your body.

Finally, you were doing something to make yourself happy and pleased. Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best man to do it but he was making you feel so so good.

The man snapped you out of your thoughts as he brought your hand down to your clit. You understood and started to rub it, happy knowing that Jungkook was also looking out for your own pleasure too. Not that you’d know he had been thinking about you creaming on his big cock for months now.

“Keep doing that”, he whispered despite the heavy groan that threatened to come out. He was referring to the uncontrollable clenching you were doing around his dick, sucking him into your walls with each muscle movement. You listened and (despite knowing you were going to keep doing it anyways) clenched once again.

“Can I cum inside?”, you whimpered at the idea of Jungkook’s cum filling you up and, knowing you’re on grade A birth control, you nodded. While Jungkook was effortlessly attractive, kids were not part of your plans by far.

“You close too, princess?”, you nodded, a small moan spilling past your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. With that knowledge, the man orgasmed and you could feel his seed start to coat your insides. The feeling made you tumble over into your own orgasm, coating his softening cock with your release.

“I think that’s the best sex I’ll ever have”, you praised him as you tried to put your cramping leg down off his shoulder. Instead, he held it tighter and pulled himself out of you. He watched as his cum started the spill out of you, dripping down your thighs beautifully.

So, he’s a man who likes to admire his work.

You almost screamed when he pushed it back inside of you with his finger due to the sensitivity.

“See you later, sourpuss”, Jungkook smirked and put your panties back to their original position before he pulled his own boxers and pants back up. He walked off and you were left gobsmacked with his cum dripping out of you onto your panties.

As the weeks passed by, the world became more vibrant and cheerful but also more chilling and worrisome.

Exams were over and you were free to go wherever you pleased but, somehow, you always found yourself wanting to be with what was supposed to be your secret guilty pleasure. Now, he was your everything. He truly brought color into your world; sadly, color always comes with black and white.

“I won the bet, Jimin. I want what I asked for”, you listened intently from the other aisle of books. The library had become your go to spot to find Jungkook. Surprisingly, the once unmotivated student was more frequently in here because of the sheer relief he got when you stood before him with a proud smile. What a softy.

“Really? She fell for you? Damn, you still got it. I can’t believe you asked for this though”, the disgust in your ex’s voice was evident and you so desperately wanted to see what he was referring to. You truly thought Koo had stopped being friends with Jimin after he apologized but apparently you were wrong about a lot of things. Most of all, you were wrong to love again.

Feeling your tears start to spill down your cheeks for the first time in years, you forced yourself out of the library. You should’ve seen it coming. What would a playboy want with you? A woman looking for a serious relationship? You’re an idiot and you’ll fix it.

Said playboy must’ve spotted you because you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you rushed out of the library, hurrying into a run with the safety of your dorm in mind. It was time to end this.

So, here you were. Remembering everything from the past few months as the candles in front of you burned, getting so desperately close to the string connecting them. You had carved an evident ‘JK’ on one and your initials on the other, bonding them to the people who needed to be apart from one another.

Watching his candle, you noticed the wax dripping down the long wick and you knew they were tears. You knew because of the loud banging coming from your dorm door, the man on the other side screaming and sobbing for you to let him explain.

Your candle, however, burned strongly with vengeance. It stood so tall compared to Jungkook’s and, as the fire finally burned through the string tying you both together, you felt free. It was like Jeon Jungkook had never affected you before and his name slowly slipped from your mind.

Eventually, the banging stopped as the candles reached their ends and the fire flickered out under your gaze. You felt so blissfully numb as you walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a confused Jungkook looking up at you.

“What did you do? It’s like-“, you cut him off with your hand, pulling him up rather roughly.

“You never knew me. That’s how I want it, Jeon Jungkook. You never knew me and I never knew you. Now, get your prize and leave me alone”, you slammed the door in his face. You felt pure relief but Jungkook could still feel a pang of want in his body.

You had failed to notice the little wax left of his candle that stood strong as you dumped it in the trash and he failed to notice that he had left his “prize” outside your door as he rushed off.

A gorgeous rose quartz necklace.

What a way to declare your love to a witch who just cut it all off.

#binxyu #btsghostie #lsn.works #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jungkook smuts #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshots #jungkook oneshot #bts jungkook smut #bts smut #bts imagines #bts oneshots #bts scenarios

[starrconch]

LOSING A FAMILY MEMBER

★ Includes: Diluc, Thoma, Childe / Tartaglia, GN reader, mentions of a member of the reader's family dying, hurt to comfort

★ Word Count: 1743

★ Master List

★ Notes: Request information can be found here :)

DILUC

★ Diluc knows how it is to lose a family member, having lost his father not too many years ago, so he would have an inkling of an idea of what you were going through.

★ He would be at your disposal throughout your time of grief. If you needed anything, it would be brought to you without a moment’s hesitation. If, by chance, the person you had lost had been killed by another person’s hand, your partner would dispatch them at your request.

★ All he wanted was to see your smile again, but he also knew that dealing with all the emotions that came with losing someone couldn’t just be brushed aside.

Diluc found you sitting on the steps of the Dawn Winery as he came back from being Mondstadt’s famous Darknight Hero. It broke his heart to see the way your body silently shook with the sobs you attempted to keep inside, the way you held a crumpled piece of paper in your hand for dear life.

He rushed over to your side, leaving his claymore on the ground, and embraced you in his arms. One of his hands gently held the back of your head and pushed you into his chest, while the other rubbed circles on your back in hopes to ease your pain.

“It is okay, my love. Let it out.”

“They're gone, Diluc. They’re gone.” Another piece of his heart shattered at the wobble of your voice. You clung onto his jacket, letting go of the paper, and sobbed into him, finding the warmth he emitted a solace in a moment of torment.

Keeping you close to him, he picked up the paper to read the words written on it that caused you to suffer. It was a letter informing you that a member of your family had just passed away and that the funeral was to be held in a week’s time. The letter included no clue as to how they had died, but it offered the sender’s condolences.

“Y/N, I-”

“I’m not going to be able to make it to the funeral,” you stated through your sobs. “They lived all the way in Fontaine! It takes more than a week to get there without even stopping for breaks.”

He pulled you away from his chest so he could see your tear-stained face. “Would you like to go to Fontaine? Even if you cannot get there in time, would you still like to pay your respects to them?”

You nodded, curiosity replacing your saddened expression for the slightest moment.

“Wait here one moment then, my love.” Diluc quickly headed into the Winery, leaving you for only a few minutes, before returning and sitting next to you on the steps once more. “A carriage has been requested to arrive as soon as possible to take us to Liyue. From there, we shall exchange horses so we do not have to take any unnecessary breaks, and also in Sumeru too so we can get to Fontaine in a timely manner.”

His plan only made you break down even more and reach out for his hand so you had some sort of anchor to ground you. “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me, I-”

“Do not worry about it, Y/N. Anything you need, you shall have.” Diluc brought your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I know how it is to lose a family member so suddenly, that it is not easy in the slightest. Please remember that I will always be here with you throughout your grief if you need or want me. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

★ Your partner continued to hold you until you had gotten through your initial tears. Afterwards, he carried you indoors and ran you a warm bath where he stayed with you to help you wash. He’d let you sleep (if you could) until the carriage arrived where the two of you would travel to Fontaine.

THOMA

★ The Kamisato Estate’s Housekeeper had seen people around him grieve for lost loved ones before, but he had never experienced it himself. He imagined it would be heart-shattering, however.

★ At first, Thoma would need to process your emotions as seeing you so upset also made him tear up. As soon as he had done that, he would dive straight into comforting you, assisting you with anything you needed.

“Hey, my love, why do you look so down?” He walked over to where you sat in Komore Tea House, sat next to you, and cupped your cheeks in his hands. The tears that streamed down your face had some welling in his own. You looked so broken, so defeated.

You, your partner, and some other friends were meeting here to enjoy some hot pot together, but you had received some tragic news on your way to the tea house.

“Thoma,” you cried between hiccups of sobs, “they’re gone. They passed away. How- I-”,/p>

Thoma cut you off by removing his hands from your face and placing a kiss on your trembling lips. Your own hands found their home on his chest, bunching up his shirt as they balled into fists. “I know it hurts,” he began, pushing you gently so that you rested on his shoulder, “But I’m right here with you. Cry and let out all of your pain.”

“They’ve been gone for a while now, and I didn’t even know. I was just carrying on with life without knowing any better. I only just found out because the letter came all the way from Mondstadt.”

His eyes widened in shock at the mention of his home town. He never expected people from the City of Freedom to be so unorganised with a matter this urgent and important.

“Would you like to go to Mond to visit their place of rest? I have a few favours that I can pull to get us out of Inazuma hopefully by tomorrow. Is that something you think would help you, my love?” With the utmost care, he gently placed kisses on your cheeks, absorbing the tears that rested there.

You nodded, resting your forehead against his. “That would be great.”

“If there is anything else that you need, know that I am here for you, Y/N. I won’t hesitate to get you whatever you may need.”

★ Your partner asked you if you still wanted to stay to meet up with your friends for the hot pot, sending short letters to the people who were indebted to him. No matter what you answered with, Thoma would stick by your side to keep you company and make sure you were doing as well as you possibly could.

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

★ Childe couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a family member. He was so close to his family that losing one of them would be like a limb being ripped from his body.

★ His first instinct to comfort you would be to hug you as that was what he usually did. Your partner wanted to shelter you from the world and protect you any way he could.

★ But if you needed him to do anything specific, all you had to do was let him know and it would be done.

As soon as your partner returned home, hanging up his coat by the door, he could hear your faint sobs coming from the dining room. Without bothering to take off his shoes, he followed the heart-wrenching sound to find you sitting at the table with your head in your hands, furiously wiping at your tears as you noticed him approach you.

“Oh, Childe!” You smiled in surprise. “Welcome home.” Your voice broke as you spoke, too troubled by whatever was causing your sorrow.

The harbinger frowned, pulled out a chair next to you and tugged you into his arms. His hold could have potentially crushed your ribcage with the strength, wanting to protect you from all that brought you harm, but it was also the most gentle thing you had ever felt by the way he cradled you carefully.

“What’s the matter? Who hurt you?” Childe placed his chin on your head and stroked his hands through your hair.

“I- They’re gone.” You couldn’t help but break down even more at the crushing reality of your words. “They’re gone and there was nothing I could do about it. Nobody even came to tell me in person, they just sent a letter.”

Your partner eyed the folded piece of paper on the table that was sat atop its envelope. When he picked it up and read its contents, he discovered that another one of your family members had written to you to inform you of them passing away. Their funeral was to be held in a few days, but as the letter was sent from Natlan (Childe could tell from the stamp), the funeral had most likely already arrived and ended already.

Anger rushed through his veins at the fact that they had held the funeral without you, especially as you were really close to them, but he restrained himself from sending a fatui agent over there to sort things out. “Did they live a good life?” He whispered into your ear, soothingly rocking you back and forth.

As you paused to think for a moment, Childe pressed soft kisses to your neck and cheek, hoping it would ease your pain. “They did, I think so anyway.”

He hummed, sending calming vibrations throughout your body. “That’s good. Would you like to visit their place of rest in Natlan? I can arrange for the fatui to organise something to take us there as soon as possible, that is if you would like to.”

When you nodded into his chest, he held you even closer. “If I’m to be honest, I’ve never experienced something like this before myself, so I don’t know first-hand what you’re going through. However, I will be here at your disposal if you need anything. Let me know and it will be done for you.”

★ While Childe waited for some of his agents to return with your transport to Natlan, he made you some of his special Prize Catch Soup to eat. Even if you couldn’t seem to find the motivation to stomach anything at that moment, he made sure you at least had some water as he knew crying would make you dehydrated.

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[adorerdraco]

Malfoy’s Gone Soft! ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Draco, your boyfriend, is mean to everyone until you call him out for it.

Warnings: mentions of bullying :( and a couple profanities :0

Words: 2K 

A/N: omg i wrote this on a whim while listening to the euphoria score soundtrack in like an hour idk if its all that but i have no idea what i’m going to do next for Healing Heart so for now i’m just going to write other things for Draco until i get inspired ! & feel free to send me requests ! also thank you for 100 followers you guys are amazingggg !!!!!!!!!!! *insert pouty emojy*

The sound of arrogant and boisterous laughter filled the courtyard, the Slytherin Prince and his minions were tossing around a book bag that a helpless 2nd year Hufflepuff was chasing around every time it was thrown to another boy. One of the boys yelled a foul, “mudblood!” that made the boy tear up as he reached and jumped up for his bag that was in the air every few seconds. It was nothing new to the school, Draco and his band of bullies would bother anyone who they found as an easy target just for the fun of it.

Unfortunately for Draco, you had been passing by through one of the corridors with a group of friends when you had seen the fiasco. As much as you adored your boyfriend, you couldn’t deny the sometimes nasty persona that he had and how much it bothered you. He would always swear up and down that he would stop his antics, but you often encountered him or heard from other people of him being in the same situations that he had promised would stop. 

You marched your way over to the group, a fire in your step and your eyes fixated on Draco who was laughing like a fool. You watched as Goyle rushed to elbow Draco’s side, earning him a look until he had pointed in your direction. All joy in the blond’s face quickly drained once he saw your vexed expression heading towards him.

The book bag had dropped from his hands onto the stoned courtyard ground, the young Hufflepuff hastily grabbed it and ran off in tears back into the castle. You stomped up to Draco, noticing how he had visibly swallowed in fear at what your reaction would be.

“What happened to, ‘I swear I’ll stop being a git to everyone!’” You asked him incredulously, mocking his voice as you quoted him. 

“Malfoy said that?” Blaise chuckled as if it were a joke. Both you and Draco turned to give him a frenzied look.

“Y/N, I...” Draco trailed off, looking around at his friends who were awaiting his response with smug smiles on their faces. Then he looked towards you, a hope glittering in your eyes that he would reassure you and be the sensitive boy you knew behind closed doors and away from his every day reputation. “I...”

“So you have nothing to say for yourself?” you deadpan, a scowl making its way onto your face when you realized he wasn’t going to apologize.

“Why do you care what I do to a stupid little Hufflepuff?” He snickers. Whatever hope you had left went up in flames, he had chosen his reputation.

“Because it’s mean,” you sneered. “Why would I want to be with an arse like that?”

With that, you turned on your heel, walking out of the courtyard and back to your friends where you walked to your next class without turning back to look at the group of shocked boys.

“I think you just got dumped, mate.”

“Merlin’s sake, do you ever shut up Zabini?” Draco fumed, his heart breaking at the question and his mind running a million miles per minute. He began walking towards the entrance of the castle to head into the common room, bumping shoulders aggressively with Blaise as he did.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You weren’t sure whether or not you and the Slytherin Prince were broken up. Of course, it was the last thing you wanted but you were sick of the endless excuses and empty promises. You knew of the package deal Draco Malfoy came with when you started dating him, but there was a point when it all became too much. You were hoping in a last ditch effort, that if he genuinely really cared for you and respected your wishes, this would be the final push he needed to change.

It’s not like you were asking him to completely stop being himself. You were only asking for him to stop with the unprovoked teasing and pushing around of innocent bystanders. His friends especially, were a big reason why he continued to do it as he loved being the leader of the group and all that came with his positions as; the funniest, the most attractive and charming, the smartest, the wealthiest, the strongest. It was all just a game to him but he never saw the aftermath of his tormenting and how it could really affect someone or their day. You were like a broken record, repeating to him over and over again the same wish you had for him but he never absorbed it.

So now here you were, furiously writing your Potions essay in the library as your mind ran with thoughts of the aggravating platinum blond and nothing having to do with Calming Draught. 

“Write any harder and you’ll break your quill,” a certain timid voice said from in front of your table. You didn’t look up, already knowing it was Draco. You didn’t want to give in so easily to his intoxicating nature because the second his scared gray eyes were to meet yours, you’d melt. “Y/N, I’m sorry. For what happened in the courtyard.”

You sighed, setting down your quill and shaking your head, eyes still trained on your parchment. “It’s not just what happened in the courtyard, Draco. It’s that you do this to someone new every single day.”

“I’ve been this way all my life, I can’t just change who I am,” he argues. You finally look at him, the both of you silently seething at each other.

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Shh! Quiet down, the two of you or you will be asked to leave,” Madam Pince exclaims angrily from her desk. You turned back to Draco, hard eyes trained on him as he glared back at you with the same irritated look.

“I would just like to know why my girlfriend feels the need to suck the life out of all my fun,” he says lowly to you. Your face goes scarlet as you try to contain your wrath from being let out on the whole library, and on Draco who wouldn’t even know where to begin to handle it. But as angry as you were, it was quickly replaced with anguish and pooling tears as you thought of the main reason why you had wanted him to be nicer.

“Because your ex-girlfriend knows how it feels like to get bullied and targeted every day for no reason,” you spit sorrowfully. “I know what it’s like to live on the opposite end of what you think is fun and I promise you it’s nothing near that.”

You hurriedly grabbed all your things and rushed out of the library with tears streaming down your face as Draco only stood there feeling like the biggest most insensitive idiot and asshole in the world. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a week since the incident at the library and the both of you couldn’t be any more miserable. It had gotten to the point where Draco felt ashamed and gross if he was even accidentally rude to someone, let alone on purpose. The blond boy watched you intently from his Slytherin table in the Great Hall, his friends and their conversation sounding like a distant incoherent buzzing as he focused onto your sad and defeated face and figure from afar. 

He had tried everything he could think of to get your attention, to get you to hear his apologies, but you wouldn’t give him the time of day; you refused to. You were beyond hurt. Not only because of Draco, but also because of the painful memories that had resurfaced that you spent so long trying to get over. It was all just a mess and Draco regretted everything he had said to you and everything he didn’t do for you.

“Just give it a rest, Draco,” Pansy sighs exasperated at the boy’s longing stares. “She broke up with you, stop pouting about it and move on.”

“Shut up, Pansy,” Draco sneers. “Mind your business why don’t you.”

“I’m just saying, if I was her, I would never do or say anything to ruin our relationship,” she shrugs, peering up at the frowning Slytherin through her eyelashes.

“You’re not her though, are you?” Draco snarks, his eyes squinting at her as he shoots the mean remark her way. All the surrounding boys give an “oooh” at the interaction, cackling as they watch Pansy go red in the face before abruptly standing up and leaving the table in a rush. 

Draco did the same and removed himself from the table to dart out of the Great Hall and towards an empty corridor near the courtyard where he liked to hide on an large windowsill. He had enough of his despair and enough of sitting around and doing nothing to win you back, so he got to work on something that would be his last and this time big gesture, to get you to listen.

A few hours had gone by, it was sunny and there was a nice breeze that was perfect for Draco’s plan on winning you back. He especially knew that when the weather was like this, you enjoyed sitting on a bench in the courtyard, the sun caressing your face with warmth as you read a book. 

He walked out of the corridor and towards the courtyard, and just like he knew, he spotted you sitting at your favorite bench angled towards the sun and deeply entranced in whatever book was in your lap. He took a deep breath before nearing you, stopping a few feet away to where you didn’t notice his presence just yet. His hand reached into the pocket of his robes, picking out the small and large variety of origami birds notes he had written and charmed to fly over to you and around you in a pretty and gentle circle. A bouquet of red and y/h colored flowers had appeared in his hands behind his back, all he was waiting for was for you to accept him.

You looked up from your book, eyeing all the paper birds that were fluttering around you and across the way was a frantic looking Draco with his hands hiding something behind his back. You let out a deep exhale, reaching out to grab one of the birds and unfolding the note to read his perfect cursive.

I’m sorry.

Then you grabbed another.

Please forgive me.

Then another.

You are everything to me.

And another.

I promise to change my habits.

And then the final one, the biggest bird of the bunch.

I should have listened to you from the beginning and I’m sorry I haven’t been more sympathetic. I’m also sorry that you had to go through that in your past. You are so beautiful and strong and deserve everything good in this world.

You placed your book to the side and stood up, opening your arms in a hug for Draco before he bolted towards you and enveloped you into his arms with a sigh of relief.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he apologizes again into your hair as he nuzzled into you. He pulled back, handing you the large bouquet of flowers that made you blush as red as the roses that were mixed into the assortment. “I can’t promise you I’ll be perfect, but I swear on everything I love, I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Dray,” you chortle. “All I’m asking is for you not to be such a terrorizing little git.”

“Done,” he grins, throwing himself into your arms again as you giggled and ran your hands through his hair.

The two of you plop onto the bench below you, Draco peppering kisses all over your face in glee and gratefulness that you gave him another chance to prove himself. He didn’t even dare remove himself from you when he saw his friends strolling by, snickering and pointing to the nearly snogging couple.

“Malfoy’s gone soft!” Blaise yells across the yard, the rest of the boys laughing in response as usual like the mindless bozo’s that they were. Draco rolled his eyes, throwing them the middle finger before nuzzling himself back into your embrace.

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[peachbear88]

The Greatest Love Story

A/N: Inspired by this lovely image I saw. I'm making this into a high school angst AU that takes place in like the 1900's. For the record, I know Steve isn't a bad person but this is an AU and I need one of those... You know, guys for this story so.... Yeah! Sorry! BTW, the second poem is not written by me, it's written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I stole some quotes from Shakespeare.

Warnings: Angst, homophobia, swearing, character death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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You scale the ancient wooden stairs of your small school. avoiding eye contact with anyone. The stares you receive from others are painfully obvious as you speed walk towards the library, seeking shelter from the judgmental glances from your peers.

"Hello dear," the kind librarian greets you as you walk past her towards your corner of the library.

You don't respond, quickly ducking behind the massive shelves, hoping to spend as much time as possible in your safe space before the classes start. Placing back your old books, you scan the shelves, until a particular title catches your eye.

"Love Poems by Women?" You murmur, flipping through the worn pages.

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A giant dusty book lands on the librarian's desk, making her look up.

"May I take this out?" You ask, your tone emotionless, cold yet tentative. The librarian smiles gently at you handing you back the book.

"Of course dear. Happy reading." You give her a small, thankful smile before dashing out of the library door. The halls are partially empty, save for the kids that skip class, hanging around in the hallways and dark alleys after school.

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact as you pass the group leaning against the lockers, most importantly, the hazel eyed beauty that could snap your neck in half, Yelena Belova.

"Hey!" Your head snaps up. Big mistake. You lock eyes with the famed blonde and you drop your head immediately, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Y-Yes?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She snaps. You peek at her from the corner of your eye, her sleek dress pants catching your eye.

"Interesting outfit choice," you note before you can stop yourself.

"What did you say?" She demands and you gulp, backing away.

"N-nothing." She slowly steps towards you, backing you into the lockers.

"Get to class. And don't ever let me see you again идиот (idiot)." You hurry down the hall towards your classroom, tripping in the process as you repeatedly look over your shoulder, watching as Yelena turns back to her friend group.

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"She was cute," Natasha points out as Yelena reclaims her spot leaning against the lockers. "Why do you feel the need to tease her so relentlessly?" Yelena rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask of vodka back from her sister.

"She's annoying. I don't like her." Natasha smirks.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

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You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

Your classmates flood out of the classroom, jostling each other aside in their rush to get home. You quickly sprint out the door, eager to get home, safe and sound when a hand grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark alley behind the school.

"Hello there girly..." A deep voice says. You gulp. The boy steps into the light to reveal Steve Rogers. One of those people that take pride in hurting others, a bully, your tormenter.

"W-what do you want?" He smirks, stepping closer to you.

"Well, a little birdie told me that someone had an encounter with a specific blonde this morning." You flinch when he grabs you by the throat, pinning you to the wall. "You wouldn't happen to be... I don't know, one of those dykes would you?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously as he laughs. "Oh man," he sputters, choking through his laughter. "Wait till the school gets ahold of this-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because a fist connects with his face, sending him reeling backwards.

"What the-" A strong hand wraps around his throat, pushing him backwards till his back connects with the wall.

"Listen to me you маленькое дерьмо (little shit), if you ever even think about coming near her again, I will sneak into your house at night, gut you like the fish you are and paint the school with them." Yelena warns in a surprisingly calm voice. Steve's eyes widen and he nods his head frantically until she lets go.

"Crazy bitch!" He spits, backing away quickly. You shuffle your feet, looking down at the ground as she watches him run.

"T-thank you." You mutter, not daring to look her in the eye. She sighs.

"This better not become a daily thing Y/L/N." You nod feebly. "Get out of here." You quickly pick your bag back up and sprint out of the alley, leaving Yelena by herself,

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"I'm home mom!"

"Welcome home sweetie!" Your mom pokes her head out of the living room.

"How's your book going?"

"As great as a woman writing a book can be." She chuckles forcibly. There's an awkward silence before she continues. "Your father came by today." She pauses as you swallow, feeling like something lodged itself in your throat.

"And what did he want?" She frowns at your tone.

"Sweetie, I know you don't like him but he's still your fa-"

"I don't have a dad," you growl, picking up your bag. "My dad died when he chose to abandon us." She watches as you climb up the stairs, sighing and rubbing her temple.

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You flop onto your bed, dropping the thick dusty buck onto the bed. You spend the rest of the afternoon reading through the poems until your mom calls you down for dinner.

It's an awkward dinner, quiet, only the sounds of dishes, chewing and utensils filling the room.

"I'm going to bed." You say after washing the dishes, not bothering to wait for a response.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"Love poems by women." You mutter, an idea popping into your head. You quickly sit up, flicking on your lamp and pulling out the book and a pen.

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"Good morning dear," the librarian greets you like she does every morning.

"I'd like to return this book." You reply coldly, passing her the book once again. She smiles gently at you.

"I hope you enjoyed your reading." She says while passing you, returning the book to its original shelf.

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"Hello hon, can I help you with anything?" The librarian asks the dirty-blonde haired girl.

"No, thank you." The girl sends the librarian a tight lipped smile before returning her attention to the shelves. A ripped leather cover catches her attention. Love Poems by Women. She smiles, pulling the book from the shelf. Flipping open to the title page, a neat cursive catches her eyes.

Love flows between beings Gift from the gods Curse from the demons The missing part of every person Destined to be opposites Love is flexible Yet some seek to objectify love Love is not for the weak willed. - Aristophanes

The blonde haired girl hums, pulling a pen from her jacket's pocket and discreetly writing in the book, right next to the poem.

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Terrible.

That's the only way to describe your day. You received your essay back, ecstatic to see that you had received an A. Steve on the other hand had absolutely flunked. Instead of dedicating his time to studying, he decided to beat you up as a way of taking out his frustration.

You ended up limping out of the women's toilet, your leg flaring up whenever you moved, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Hi sweetcheeks," the librarian murmurs, her eyes trailing down your injured leg.

"'Ello." You quickly duck behind the shelves, pulling out the book you were looking for. Your brows scrunch together in confusion as you see a messier scrawl next to your handwriting.

Reality hits hard

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

- Orpheus

You smile letting a light laugh slip from your lips. A sweet titter revealing the little girl underneath your cold, traumatized exterior.

Quickly, you grab your pen from your pocket and begin scribbling.

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The air is knocked from your body as your back makes contact with the floor.

"Listen here dyke. I don't like you alright," Steve growls into your ear as Tony cracks his knuckles. "So here's what's going to happen: Everyday you're going to meet us here and," he pauses, cracking his neck. "Help us relive some stress." He smiles wickedly before punching you in the stomach, making you double over in pain.

Your eyes flutter shut as they deliver blow after blow 'till they finally stop. You tentatively open your eyes to see Yelena tackling Steve to the ground as Tony stares at them, eyes wide.

"I. Told. You. To. Leave. Her. Alone!" She screams, pummeling Steve with her fists. He groans, unmoving. You watch in terror as Tony picks up a trash can lid, sneaking up behind her as she punches Steve in the face.

"Watch out!" You scream, taking Tony as well yourself by surprise. She looks up to see you slamming into Tony sending him flying into the nearby wall of the alley.

He crumples, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, limping towards Yelena, who's clutching a blood gash on her arm.

"'M fine,' she grits out. You shake your head, grabbing her wrist. She flinches but doesn't push you away.

"You're not okay. Let me help you." You plead. She stays silent and you quickly take her silence as a yes, leading her to the front steps of your home. You rummage through your back pack, finding a large wrap of bandages that you kept after your daily beating from Rogers and his friends.

She winces as you wrap her wound swiftly.

"Gentle!" She growls and you stare back at her defiantly.

"Well maybe if you would stop moving, it'd hurt less!" You retort and she shuts up, staring off into the distance. You dab the cut with a small bit of alcohol before wrapping the bandage all around her arm.

"Thank you." She whispers, giving you a small smile. Reaching out, she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you flinch back. You quickly, shovel the bandages and medicinal alcohol back into your pack, not noticing the hurt look on her face.

"No problem. The least I could do since you saved me." You reply bluntly, swinging the bag over your shoulder and slipping through the door.

"Wait-" She sighs as the door slams shut in front of her.

You exhale, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath.

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Yelena sighs exasperatedly, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt.

"What's wrong little sis?" Natasha smirks, plopping down next to her.

"I got hurt and Y/N patched me up." Natasha jumps up, eyes wide.

"You stained your new shirt?" She groans shaking Yelena violently. "God I'm going to kill you!" Yelena grabs her sister, stopping her.

"You're missing the point!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Nat challenges, flopping back down on to the couch.

"She patched me up!" Nat's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh." She inches closer to her sister, nudging her playfully, much to Yelena's dislike. "So are y'all like," she winks at her sister insinuatingly. "A thing?" Yelena scrunches her brows in confusion.

"A thing?" Nat rolls her eyes, sidling closer to her.

"Yes. A thing. An item? Lovers?" She shrugs, missing the way Yelena blushes.

"In her dreams," Yelena snorts, leaning back into the couch.

"If you say so..."

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"Morning pumpkin!" The librarian chirps.

The blonde girl ignores her, breezing past her towards the the shelves at the very back, peeking over her shoulder quickly before pulling an old, leather bound book from the shelf.

She flips the leather cover aside to reveal the title page. Next to her messy, distorted scrawl was a neat, distinctive cursive once again.

Speak low if you speak love

- Aristophanes

She smiles gently, chuckling as she shakes her head.

"Shakespeare of all people," she whispers, her accent thickening. Pulling a forgotten pen from the shelves, she begins writing,

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The highlight of your day became going to the library and reading the little messages scrawled in between the margins of the book by Orpheus. Like:

If music be the food of love, play on

Or

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

They made you smile on a daily basis, sometimes even eliciting a rare light laugh.

"Good morning sweetpea." The librarian greets you, not expecting a response. To her surprise and yours, you muster a small smile and a wave.

"Hello." You can feel the librarians shocked eyes following you as you round the bookshelf corner to find Steve, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as he stares down at something in his hands.

Your heart plummets. A book with a soft leather cover, yellowed pages. The book of poems.

You lunge for it but he step sides you swiftly, raising the book above his head.

"Speak low if you speak of love huh? I'm not surprised you know Shakespeare, you're such a nerd." He sneers, waving the book above his head.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stutter, backing up. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air.

"Don't fuck with me!" He growls, dropping the book and kicking it to the side. "Who's Orpheus?"

"G-Greek hero. Musician." You stutter and he slaps you, hard. You can feel your cheek swelling under his fiery gaze.

"Don't even try me. Who. Is. Orpheus?"

"I don't know, I swear!" You mutter, wincing when you accidentally bite your cheek.

He drops you, watching as you scramble to your feet, backing away.

"This isn't over you little shit. I'll be back for you," he warns, giving your book one last kick for good measure before storming out of the library with Tony and Bucky on his heels.

You fall to your knees, silently sobbing as you crawl over too the book, dusting it off and hugging it to your chest.

Yelena sighs, her heart breaking as she watches you curl around the book protectively, lying on the floor.

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"Where are you going?"

Yelena turns to find Nat, leaning against the school stairwell doorway, watching her.

"Just up to the roof. Need some fresh air," she lies, avoiding Nat's gaze. Nat lifts Yelena's chin up, staring into her eyes, boring into her very soul. Yelena squirms under her gaze until she finally lets go.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles sadly at her little sister. "Just-" Her voice cracks as she pats her sister's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry. I won't." She gives Nat a brief hug before hiking her pants up and starting up the stairs.

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"Ah, well look who decided to join the party!" You look up from the ground to see Yelena, your eyes clouded with pain.

"No..." You croak but Steve pays no attention to you.

"Come to save your love Yelena?" He sneers, dropping you to the ground. "Or should I say... Orpheus?" Your eyes widen as you watch him advance towards her, pushing her closer to the edge of the roof.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She deadpans and Steve chuckles.

"Sure. If you won't admit, I'll just have to settle for destroying you from the inside out instead." He grabs her by the arm. "I haven't forgotten what you did to me." He points at a long thin scar along his jawline.

You watch as Tony sneaks up from behind Yelena, striking her with a metal bar. She crumples, falling to her knees.

"Hold her." Steve directs and Bucky dutifully grabs you by the arms. He holds Yelena's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Now you watch as I destroy the one thing you love the most." Tony tosses his the metal bar and Steve prepares himself before swinging it like a baseball bat.

There's a sickening crunch followed by your scream as the bar makes contact with your ribs.

"Stop!" She struggles, her eyes never leaving your broken body as he hits you over and over again. "Please! Leave her alone!"

Steve smiles evilly, locking eyes with her before swinging the bat again. Another scream. Blood trickles down your face from your nose.

"Is that right? Did the famous Yelena Belova just beg me?" He smiles cruelly before pushing you down on your back, his foot on your chest. You scream as he increases the pressure, your broken ribs digging into your lungs.

Yelena screams, kicking Tony's legs out from under him before punching Steve in the jaw. She grabs the iron bar before it hits the ground, clobbering Bucky in the stomach before kicking Steve in the stomach.

"ты сука (you bitch)!" She steps on his face swiftly, taking satisfaction in the groan of pain he emits before turning to you, gently cradling your face.

"Wow... That was pretty badass," you mumble and she laughs, tearing up. You reach out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry." She frowns.

"I'm not crying."

"You are too." You smile, wincing in pain. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen." You frown, caressing her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." You attempt to smile reassuringly but it comes out as more of a grimace. "Listen, if I don't make it-"

"Don't say that! You can't leave me!"

"Shush, listen you thickheaded poet. If I don't make it, go back to the book." You instruct her. She frowns but you can her off. "Promise me."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

"Good." You smile at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your eyesight blurring. "Wait for me okay?" Your eyes flutter shut.

"No! No Y/N! Come back!" She shakes you roughly, sobbing when you don't respond.

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Yelena watches as your body is carted off under a white sheet. Nat stands to the side, watching as her sister stares off into the distance, all life drained from her body.

Go back to the book.

She stands, slowly trailing towards the library, her eyes bloodshot, cheeks caked with dry tears.

"Hi dear," the librarian greets her, discreetly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "What a shame. She was a lovely girl."

"She really was the best." Yelena agrees quietly, giving the librarian a small, comforting pat on the back before moving to the back of the library where she finds the book, lying on the floor.

Yelena,

I believe that we are the greatest love poem ever written. I love you always,

Y/N

A choked sob escapes her lips as she stares at the page. You knew. You knew the whole time and you didn't even say anything. A pair of soft arms wrap around Yelena's stomach as she lets go of the dam, her cries echoing throughout the library.

"I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry...

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Chapter 5 - Edge

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Edging, Basically Sex with Gojo lol is that enough of a tag? 

Summary: After breaking your first rule, you and Gojo give into your desires. 

A/N: I haven't written smut like this in a while lol so I hope this chapter turned okay, I am getting back into writing smut after a very long time away from writing lol- I know things seemed kind of rushed but I promise I am building up to something.

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Gojo carried you in his arms, your tee had been tossed aside leaving you in just your bralette and jeans. He made his way over to his bedroom, your legs wrapped securely around his torso as your fingers gently trailed along his strong jawline while you continued kissing him. Gojo didn’t miss a step as he entered his private quarters, holding onto your back as he gently laid you down on his comfortable mattress.

His duvet enveloped you, the material soft against your skin. When he released you from his kiss, a smirk spread across that handsome face and you realized that his mouth was stained in red.

The sight of you beneath, your lips swollen and rouge lipstick smudged, prompted him to bite his lip with satisfaction as he proceeded to bring his hands up to your chest.

“You look so fucking hot right now…” he complimented, nodding with approval as he kneaded your tits.

You tilted your head away, a shy giggle escaping you, not wanting him to see your flustered  reaction. The response was enough to make his dick twitch from underneath his pants. He buried himself back to the crook of your neck, his tongue tasting your skin, moving down to your collar bones and peppering you with kisses.

You wanted to feel his body on yours. You clung onto his shirt, tugging it to grab his attention.

“ Take this off .”

Gojo obliged, removing the piece of clothing and giving you a perfect view of those muscles. You reached for him, pulling him back in for a kiss while your hands trailed down his chest and over the lines of his hard abdomen until you reached for the button of his pants. You could feel how hard he was and you moaned into his mouth as you began undoing the button to let his cock spring free.

Gojo grabbed both your wrists with one hand, before pinning them above your head and stopping you from moving on any further.

“Patience, angel,” he stated, his free hand tugging at your bralette and exposing your breast for him. “You’re not ready for me, yet.”

You groaned in frustration, rubbing your legs together because you were already wet for him. You hated how the man got a kick out of making you come multiple times before even letting you have a chance at him.

Hands still pinned above you, Gojo began flicking his tongue along your nipple before biting down with his teeth. He tugged at it gently, before sucking and traveling around the soft skin, ready to mark your chest. He brought his knee between your legs and separated your thighs, pinning himself into you and indicating that you could rub against him.

You rolled your hips into him, grateful for the pressure as your body desperately rocked against his knee. The stimulation was enough to help you relieve yourself but just as you felt the momentum building up for your release, Gojo stopped what he was doing.

He straddled above you, adjusting his position so he was on top of you and leaving you with nothing to grind against. He let go of your wrists to remove the bralette you were wearing instead, all before bringing his hands to undo your jeans.

“I think we should take these off, don’t you?”

You nodded your head, lifting your hips up as he slipped off the material from your legs. His hands roamed along your waist, down your stomach until it reached your underwear. He hooked his fingers around the flimsy string of your panties to take it off so you were naked beneath him. His mouth watered at the sight of your legs, your slick stringing onto the discarded lace material and painting your inner thighs, practically coaxing him to dip his fingers into the honey pot.

Gojo dropped your underwear onto the floor, “ look at you …you are already so wet for me,” he purred, bringing his hands to your knees and spreading you wide for him.

“Mhmm, just for you, Satoru…” you replied, your voice breathless as you watched him plant kisses on your legs.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that,” he groaned as he settled his face at your entrance and you could feel his hot breath between your sex as you lifted up on your forearms to stroke his white hair.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?” he questioned.

“Do that thing you did the last time…” you whispered, biting your bottom lip at your request.

Gojo loved hearing the way your tone changed when you were in bed with him. Everything came out softer, more sensual and your neediness only fueled his desire to please you in any which way he can.

With one long stroke, Gojo flicked his tongue along your slit. You felt him slide one of his fingers inside you, inserting painfully slowly as his mouth proceeded to find your clit.

You hummed with pleasure, your fingers clinging to his hair as he sucked on your swollen pearl. Then he slipped in a second finger, adding more pressure this time as he curled his digits upward and increased his speed.

Gojo had a very specific way he liked to eat you out. He never rushed when he did it, making the process unbelievably torturous. He always worked your clit first, while his fingers would stretch you from the inside. He did this until you trembled against him and then he would switch things around. Those big hands and slender digits  were a definite plus when it came to pleasuring you. He can’t even count how many times he’s had you come undone by his touch. Releasing his fingers from inside you, Gojo then buried his tongue between your legs to fuck you with his mouth. The hands that were working your sex were moving in quick circular motions over your tender bud instead.

Your back arched, the pressure winding you up to the point where you were gasping to catch your breath. Your hands reached behind you, clutching onto the pillow as you closed your eyes. You felt a shiver run up your spine, sending goosebumps down your arms as you wailed. With Gojo’s tongue probing into you and lapping up your juices, you found yourself rolling along with his movements with your legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he continued working his divine magic.

“Oh, fuck , fuuuck… that feels soo good! Mmm don’t stop, I’m so close…I’m so close…”

A dark chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. Then he began slowing down his pace, a wave of disappointment rushing through when you realised that he was pulling away from you.

“ Noo… ” you begged, but that shit eating grin on his face indicated that he had no intention of getting you off easily.

You were shaking beneath him, eyes darkening with despair as he hovered his body over yours. His mouth glistened with your arousal and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel your body burn at the sight of him watching you. He brought the fingers that were deep in your pussy to his mouth, where he cleaned himself off which didn't help your riled state.

“ Satoru… ” you begged but he interrupted you with a kiss.

You moaned with frustration as you tasted yourself on his tongue, pulsing between your legs as you were desperate to have him finish what he started.

“I can’t get enough of this pussy, you know that?” he murmured into your lips, continuing to wind you up. “I could eat you out for hours…”

“ Please…”  

“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you, baby? I guess that’s what happens when I’ve been spoiling you this whole time…”

He proceeded to take off his pants, tossing them to the side along with his boxers until he was sitting in front of you in all his naked glory. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his erection but rather than return to his position, Gojo leaned back and proceeded to wrap his fingers around his long member.

“You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he said with a smirk.

You got on all fours, crawling your way to his lap and placing your hand around his.

“You’re such a tease…” you groaned, as Gojo released his hold on himself to tuck his fingers under your chin.

He tilted your head up slightly, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look who's talking. Now put that pretty mouth of yours to good use…”

Your pussy ached but you knew if you played along to what he wanted then he would give you the release you were dying for. You pumped his cock gently, your thumb stroking the pink head before bringing it down to the base. You leaned forward to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip before sucking it gently.

Gojo closed his eyes, a blissful groan escaping him as he reached for the back of your head to gather your hair, keeping it away from your face. He hissed when you started taking in his length, inch by inch, reciprocating his torment by slowly moving up and down his member.

“It’s like my dick was made for you,” he murmured, his grip strengthening as he held you close to him.

Your cheeks hollowed and you felt yourself dripping down your legs thinking about him inside you. You bobbed your head up and down, as one hand stroked the base of his cock. Meanwhile, your free hand naturally trailed down your stomach, reaching for your clit as you slowly began taking care of your own needs. Gojo’s eyes were hooded but when he noticed you moan into your own touch, he pulled you away from him with slight force, nearly making you gag as he released his dick from your throat. His other hand latched onto your wrist, pulling it away from between your legs as he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Now who said you can touch yourself?” he questioned before pushing you onto your back.

“I’m- I’m sorry …” you mewled, not enjoying the fact that he was denying you of your orgasm.

“That’s not going to work on me right now,” he rebutted, inserting two fingers back inside you as his thumb pressed against your clit.

You squeezed around him, he wasn’t making any movements just frustrating you even further by drawing out this evil game.Tears pricked your eyes, glossing over your hazy view as you looked up at your devious friend.

“Touching yourself in my presence, that’s a fucking insult…” he repeated, speaking sternly as if he was scolding you. All the while you felt his thumb slowly circle your zone, his fingers retracting to his knuckle before pumping back inside you. “You can fuck yourself silly when I’m not around but there is no way I’ll allow you to deny me the pleasure of making you scream my name… ”

With that statement, you felt Gojo slide himself out of you, his hand palming your sex while his thumb worked your clit. You were getting dizzy, the intensity building inside your core was more than you can handle. You needed to come so bad, you couldn’t even think straight. You were so sensitive to his touch that you knew you could barely hold on if he kept working you this way. A tear streamed down your face, your lips parting as painful gasps escaped you. You would much rather have him leaving you weak by giving you orgasm after orgasm than have him do this.

“ Satoru, unhhhh…I can’t - I can’t wait any longer, please, fuck…please, I need you in me…”  

Your body was glistening, trembling from the sheer pleasure he was putting you through. The man reached for his side drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth.

He saw the relief in your eyes as he slid on the rubber material, before returning his attention back on to you. He placed his fingers around your throat, his thumb stroking the same place he kissed you earlier when the two of you were sitting in his living room. He spread your thighs, lubricating himself with your wetness as he slid his dick between your folds.

“There’s a good girl, you’re almost ready for me…” he said with a pleasured laugh, his other arm circling behind you as he adjusted position.

He drew your body into his so you both were laying side by side. Your leg was thrown over Gojo’s hip as his body melded into yours, your chest pressed into his torso as he worked his length between the lips of your drenched cunt. Gojo was barely hanging on now. You were panting in his ear and the electricity coming off of your writhing body was sending him over the edge. The tip of his cock found your entrance and he held your hips as he thrust himself inside you.

“ Ohhhhh… .” you sang, a moan escaping you as your nails dug into his back. He was only halfway in when he paused to capture the sight of you in front of him, before pushing a little further so you could feel him pulsing against your walls.

“Ready?”

“I’m going to lose it if you don’t fuck me right now…” you spoke, your voice trembling as your hands gripped onto his shoulder and you felt him roll you onto your back.

A cocky grin plastered his face. This was feeding his ego in a way that you wouldn’t even comprehend. You were insatiable, and he was the only person who can gratify you at this very moment.

With one hard thrust you felt him push his way inside you.

A gratified reply escaped you, “Fuck, yeeees …”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you…” Gojo replied, his words raspy and dripping with lust.

Your back arched off the mattress, squealing in response as he started fucking you. One of his arms reached for the headboard behind him, his muscles tensing while his other hand held down your hips. His knees were keeping you open for him as he thrusted deep into you. Something primal began taking over and his movements became more erratic. Your legs were growing weak, the pressure in your lower abdomen causing your entire body to throb for him. You hooked your fingers around one of his wrists, gripping onto him for support. You were moaning his name and he quickened his pace, his hand dropping from the headboard and moving to ground you by the waist. The sounds of your mutual pleasure surrounded his room as he fucked you deep and so, so good.

“ Come for me…” he ordered, rolling his hips around you and eliciting a whimper in response.

You’ve never felt like this before, your whole body electric as you lost yourself to the passion of this intimate moment. Your orgasm erupted through you hard and fast, bursting between your legs as you coated his dick with your arousal. You can tell he was close because he was losing his momentum. After a few more thrusts, you felt him groan, holding your hips up for him as he finally came inside you.

Gojo pulled out of you, taking a second to catch his breath as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. He rolled over on his back, the two of you lying naked next to each to gather yourselves. You were trembling, the muscles in your legs twitching from your release. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this, since you’ve had someone inside you, and Gojo…

The sorcerer rolled onto his side, his hand cupping your face as he turned you towards him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, his voice slightly hoarse but he was studying you with curious eyes.

You were a beautiful mess in front of him; lipstick smudged across your chin, lips swollen from his kisses, your neck marked by him and your legs glittering with your arousal.

You nodded your head, “yes…”

Gojo kissed your cheek before making his way over to the bathroom. You could hear the tap running, and took a minute to close your eyes as you allowed your body to relax.

When he emerged, you noticed that his face was clean and he had a wet towel in his hands as he approached you. He sat in front of you, lifting the towel to your face as he gently wiped your mouth and chin before proceeding to make his way between your legs.

“Well, I’ve never done that with you before…” he said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he cleaned you up.

You giggled, your heart warmed by his sweet gesture.

“That was… wow ,” you sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder as he finished wiping you down. “I can’t remember when I last had fun like that…”

He placed the towel on the table, his arm circling around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“I know, I’m good…”

You rolled your eyes at him, seeing him return to his usual self.

“But you,” he continued, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. “You are a goddamn sight to watch, angel…”

You parted your lips in response, deepening the kiss as your hands roamed to the back of his head.

“How about another round before dinner?” He requested, his fingers already moving to your aching core. “I’d like to have my dessert before my meal…”

- CHAPTER 6: FESTIVAL - 

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