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[thehighladywrites]

— “Still wanna fuck me, Azzie?”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor az x bimbo/ditzy/popular reader

☀︎ — summary: you invite your tutor to a movie night and somewhere along the way it ended up with him giving you a facial

☀︎ — warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral (m. receiving), bimbo reader, virginity loss, making out, daddy az showing you what he has learned, getting your pussy pounded, possessive thoughts, jealous thoughts, az telling reader he wants to eat her out, rhys and cass make a cameo!

☀︎ — amara’s note: sorry for the wait, the smut was killing me but i hope you enjoy hookers!!

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”Ahh, yes, oh my god!! Fuck me harder daddy, I’m gonna cum!!! Yes, yes, yesss!!!!”

Azriel slammed his laptop shut and stared at the wall, his face burning with a deep flush, dick stirring, and heart pounding.

Was this really how sex was supposed to be like? He had looked up ‘sex tutorial’ and clicked on the first link, which led him to a dark and inviting porn website. A million flashing signs about nearby milfs and pills to enlarge his dick by atleast 5 inches decorated the screen.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the situation felt incredibly sketchy. Especially with the video he was currently watching; ‘cute next-door-neighbor gets fucked by handsome mailman.’

The theatrical moans and exaggerated expressions felt forced, fake and unreal. Even tho Azriel had never had a women under him, he wasn't naive enough to believe that any of it was genuine.

He huffed out a sigh and undressed to take a much needed cold shower. Your movie night plans were later this night and he wanted to make sure he atleast knew how to please you.

You had only sat in his lap and he had practically melted. While he loved that you knew what you were doing, he also wanted a sense of control and knowledge. Azriel always figured something out if he really put his mind to it, and best believe he would learn how to proper please you.

The line between what you two were had become increasingly blurry. Were you just tutor and student or could it be possible that you were both experiencing the same fluttering feelings?

Azriel kept thinking about how had he wanted to be with you, even though he had only known you for a few weeks. You were an absolute sweetheart to him, always clinging to him during the tutoring sessions and being a light in his life he didn’t want snuffed out.

After the shower, he made a decision to meet up with his friends for some advice before heading over to your apartment.

—

Rhysand's spacious living room suddenly echoed with Cassian's booming voice. “Holy fuck, you're finally going to raw-dog a girl?”

The surprising statement grabbed Rhysand's attention, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Just who had Azriel finally taken an interest in?

Azriel shot Cassian an unamused scowl, rolling his eyes as he sipped on the expensive scotch Rhysand had decided to test out.

“No need to scream, Cassian. Yes, I'm going to have intercourse. And don't call it raw-dogging. It sounds disgusting.”

Rhysand raised an amused eyebrow at Azriel's response. “Don't call it intercourse. It sounds too clinical.”

Azriel shrugged. “Fine. I'm getting laid, happy?”

Cassian chuckled. “That's more like it!”

Rhys rolled his eyes playfully. “Just be safe, Az. And have fun.”

Azriel slowly nodded, looking down at his glass, swirling the amber liquid around.

Cassian narrowed his eyes, studying Azriel's every move. Azriel lifted his eyes and met his gaze with equal intensity.

“What are you looking at?” Azriel demanded.

Cassian grinned mischievously. “Do you even know what to do? I mean, you haven’t fucked anyone before, so, do you know how to fuck properly? How to make a girl cum?” he teased.

Azriel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shifted uncomfortably under Cassian's scrutinizing gaze.

“I, uh... did some research,” he admitted, his voice slightly muffled as he avoided eye contact.

Cassian and Rhys exchanged a knowing glance, a smirk playing at the corners of their lips as they both realized what Azriel was implying.

“What do you mean research? Like you watched porn?”

Azriel's blush deepened, his ears turning pink as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah... something like that,” he muttered, hoping the ground would swallow him whole.

Rhysand and Cassian exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter, their chuckles echoing in the spacious living room. Azriel pushed his glasses up so they held back his hair and rubbed his eyes, stressed. After a moment, Rhysand clapped Azriel on the back with a grin.

“Don't worry, brother. We'll teach you all the tricks the ladies go crazy for,” he assured him, his tone laced with promising advice.

—

After a few hours of vivid explanations, videos, and personal advice on how to please a lady, Azriel was more than ready to make you happy.

Azriel stood in front of the snack aisle, feeling the pressure to choose the perfect treats. Snacking was usually his thing, but why was it so damn hard this time? Determined to get it right, he debated between chips that could leave him with sour cream and onions breath and popcorn with an overwhelming variety.

Opting for salted popcorn, he moved to the sweets section. Rummaging through his memory for your favorites, he snatched up two packs of your sour strawberry candies and tossed in a blue raspberry pack because it was his favorite, and he wanted you to try it too.

Finally reaching the counter, just before he paid, he glanced at the condoms on the wall. The old lady at the counter followed his gaze.

“You need some, boy?” she asked, her voice surprisingly loud in the quiet store.

He quickly looked around to make sure no one else had heard, then, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks, he grabbed a packet of extra-large condoms.

—

With your hands on your hips and a narrowed gaze, you looked at the options in your massive closet, feeling on the verge of screaming bloody murder.

None of your clothes seemed good enough for tonight, and despite the fact that it’s supposed to be just a movie night, you knew it was likely to lead to something more.

You'd rather die than be unprepared for what tonight might bring. Your overflowing walk-in closet wasn't cutting it at all, so you had to leave on a last-minute emergency shopping trip. And let's face it, running around in Saks with six-inch heels is no easy feat.

“Alice, it’s an emergency. I need to see the latest collection of lingerie from Agent Provocateur. I know they’re not out in shops until November but is there a chance you can let it slide? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly, flashing your signature smile.

Your usual sales assistant, Alice, whom you've gotten to know well from your frequent visits, returns your smile and gestures toward a private showroom, handing you a flute full of Moët as she leads the way.

A few minutes later, Alice returns with a whole rack in tow, each piece of beautiful lace underwear causing your jaw to drop in awe.

The collection was absolutely incredible, featuring intricate lace, luxurious silk, and sparkling Swarovski diamonds adorning the bras. Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as you watched her pull out each piece, unable to contain your excitement.

As Alice presents each set, her voice filled with enthusiasm and admiration for the craftsmanship, you watch attentively, absorbing every detail.

“This one features hand-stitched lace imported from France,” she explains, holding up a delicate bralette.

You nod, impressed, as she continues to another blue set, “And this one has intricate embroidery along the edges, giving it a touch of playfulness.”

When she mentions another set with sparkling Swarovski diamonds adorning a particularly stunning bra, you can't help but gasp in awe. You reach into your handbag and pull out your black card. “I need the entire thing,” you declare with conviction, your tone leaving no room for doubt as you're already envisioning yourself in every piece.

“Are you sure you want the entire collection, Ms. L/n?” she asks, a hint of surprise in her voice.

You meet her gaze with unwavering determination. “Absolutely,” you reply without hesitation. “I need to look hot tonight.”

“I'll wrap them all up and tell Pierre to put them in your trunk while you finish your drink. I just know you will look amazing in them,” she says with a wink.

You squeal with excitement, giving Alice a hug that almost knocks over a display. “Thanks, Alice! You're a total lifesaver!” you exclaim before darting out of the boutique.

—

Azriel thought he had prepared himself for everything, but nothing could have prepared him for how beautiful you looked when you opened the door. The wind was nearly knocked out of him as his lips twitched into a shy smile.

You flashed him your adorable grin as you looked up at him.

“Hi Azzie!! Come in, we’re gonna have so much fun. I’ve been looking forward to this forever.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand and closed the door behind him. The moment he stepped inside, you enveloped him in a long, warm hug, nestling into his sturdy chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I missed you so, so, soooo much. Oh, I also passed my math test. Oh but only because I remembered your lame technique and used it.”

Azriel looked down at the top of your head and wrapped his tattooed arms around your shoulders. He was sure his heartbeat was dangerously quick, but he still pulled you in closer.

“That's fantastic news. I knew you could do it. I’m proud of you.”

He was bummed when you let go of him, but his mood improved when you took his hand and led him to the living room. You guided him to the sofa and playfully pushed him backward until he landed on the mountain of pink fluffy blankets.

“Make yourself comfy. I’ll be right back,” you said, grabbing the bag filled with snacks. Leaning down, you kissed him slowly, loving the way his lips felt against yours, before getting up and leaving.

Azriel grinned, feeling a rush of warmth as he watched you go. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on your body, admiring the way you moved. Absentmindedly, he licked his lips, his thoughts consumed by what was coming.

Azriel leaned back, stretching his legs out on the cushions as he debated how to position himself. Should he leave one arm on the back of the sofa, inviting you to cuddle in beside him? But then he wondered if that was too forward and presumptuous, maybe you wanted some space.

He put down his arm and crossed them against his chest, but then realized he looked angry or something.

“I look like an idiot,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes in frustration. Finally, he decided to be bold and put his arms behind the sofa. After all, he did want you close to him.

He jumped slightly when you came back and had a tray filled with all the delicious snacks he had bought.

You but the tray down and sat on the sofa, crawling closer and closer to him as you put on the movie.

—

Obviously, neither of you were paying attention to the movie as you were both busy with feeling each other up and making out only 8 minutes into the movie.

He had started out by slowly rubbing your back. But you decided to speed things up, gently placing your manicured hand on his abs and lightly scratching. That seemed to be enough to set him off, as he immediately got hard and started kissing you needingly.

You pivoted, sitting on top of him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Azriel swallowed at the feeling of your soft boobs pressed against his chest.

His hands traveled further down your back, slipping into your shorts and starting to massage your ass with a firm grip. Meanwhile, his mouth moved to start making bruises on your neck, each kiss leaving a mark of his desire.

Your eyes widened at his confident move, noting how he had become more forward since last time. It was quite the change from the last time when he couldn’t even look at you without a shirt on.

It piqued your curiosity. Did he have someone else on the side? How was he already making you feel so weak? All he did was squeeze your ass and kiss your neck, yet here you were, grinding in his lap. So, you asked, your tone a bit pouty and filled with uncertainty.

“Hey, are you like, fucking someone else on the side?” you blurted out, your perfectly shaped brows furrowing dramatically as you pouted your glossy lips. You were feeling a whirlwind of emotions, and your over-the-top, dramatic ass reaction was a mix of concern and hurt. Even though you didn't have any evidence, the mere thought of him with someone else was enough to make you feel like you'd just die.

Azriel's cloudy, lustful eyes cleared up real fast, and he sat up straighter, a hand on your back to keep you from falling as he panicked at the sadness in your glossed-over eyes.

“No, no, no. What makes you think that?” he asked gently, his voice tinged with concern. Subconsciously, he rubbed your thighs in comfort, his own brows furrowing in worry.

“Because, like, you're really good now. And you’ve never even touched a girl before me, so what’s up? How did you even learn how to do make me wet?” you exclaimed, your voice high-pitched and filled with drama. Your glossy eyes were wide with emotion as you awaited his response, your lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

Azriel wanted to kiss that pouty look off your face but he wasn’t that bold yet. Just the thought made him flustered.

But wait, he made you wet? Cassian had said that girls getting wet was a very good sign because it meant he was doing something you liked.

“It’s not like that. I have not spoken to another girl, I assure you. But I did some research because I wanted to make you feel good. Do you feel good?” he asked curiously, with hungry eyes.

“Oh, okay, well that’s perfect! No other girls, okay? And yeah, I mean, I feel super good. Like, really, really good.” you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of airheadedness as you flashed him a bright, bubbly smile.

“Can I blow you, pleaseeeee?” you asked, your hands softly caressing his chest, your face hovering just inches from his. He chuckled, his fingers fidgeting nervously behind your back.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he said, and he meant every word. It was official – he was totally head over heels, over the top, painfully in love with you.

You gave him a quick peck before sliding down to the floor and on your knees before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling the material off his body. His physique never failed to make you drool. You traced his abs, his muscles, his tattoos, and kissed on the tattoos down his body.

You played with the buckle of his belt, raising your head to meet his eyes before unbuckling it. You smiled giddily at his reaction, he had a look of extreme pleasure on his face as he nodded for you to keep going.

As you unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, he grabbed your hair and held it up for you, just the way he saw guys do when they we’re about to get head.

The move surprised you but not as much as when you pulled down his underwear. His dick was perfect in size, not small but not painfully big, girthy but not uncomfortably large. And the best part was the fact that it curved a little to the right. Fucking perfect.

“Big,” your ditzy mind couldn’t process more so you dipped and gave his tip licks before sucking on it.

His grip on your hair tighted as he gasped lowly when you started swirling your tounge around the sensitive tip. Azriel’s throaty whines and tighter hold on your hair made your eyes roll back.

Your tongue swiped across his tip, and it was warm. The sensation was even warmer when your lips wrapped around the head. God, and it was all so fucking wet and warm. Especially when you gathered the spit in your mouth, coating his cock as you pushed him deeper down your throat.

His stomach was on fire, face burning as he locked eyes with you — your mouth stuffed with his cock, big, doey eyes slightly watering when he was only halfway in. He had never really acknowledged how big he was, how the thickness of him would stretch out your lips like that.

And when you stuck out your tongue, dragging it along the vein on the underside of his cock, he nearly lost it. What little control he was desperately hanging on to. Because you on your knees before him, looking up at im with lustfull eyes was something he only ever thought of in his wildest dreams, but even then, nothing could compare to this feeling.

The feeling of your hand pumping what couldn’t fit into your mouth, spit drooling from the corners of your lips. Azriel was hyper focused on how your eyes never left his, his cheeks were on fire, the tips of his ears in flames, as he burned with every suck, lick, and stroke you gave.

And he was going to come, right down your throat if he didn’t warn you. The need to release raged in his lower stomach, his muscles worked twice as hard to reign it in. So, he cupped your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head so that your neck craned up at him. Through gritted teeth, he managed to bite out, “y/n, m’gonna cum.”

Your eyes widened with surprise because you hadn’t been sucking him off for long, but he was completely overwhelmed. Instead of pulling off like he expected, you only went back to it. Your motions quickened, your rhythmic pace abandoned as you worked him to the back of your throat.

You were determined to make him finish on your face. The thought excited you, imagining the sensation of his cum dripping down your cheeks.

And fuck if he didn’t finish. With your pleading doe eyes and sinful mouth, he succumbed to the pleasure, letting out a gasp of your name that pitched into a whine. He shuddered as his hips bucked upwards in jerky moves.

“Hah–holy shit, so-so good,” he whined, as he finally let go, busting ln your face, painting it white.

He collapsed above you, breathless and spent before he sat up immediately, his fingers tracing panicked circles on your stained cheek. “That was... incredible, and i’m sorry about your face. I-I’ll get something to remove it” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction wash over you.

You gave him a sultry look, your finger gliding across your face before you sucked on it. Then, with a seductive smile, you rose and settled into his lap.

“Still wanna fuck me, Azzie?” you whispered huskily, your voice dripping with desire.

The playful glint in your eyes ignited a primal desire within him, and he wasted no time in pulling you closer, his hands roaming eagerly over your body. “More than anything,” he whispered huskily, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

The kiss left you feeling a bit dizzy, your hands falling to your sides as you soaked in the intense sensation. Mid-kiss, he gently guided you onto your back, his lips pressed together in concentration.

He got on top of you, kissing your neck and chest, looking up at you and your expressions as he lined his cock up to your entrance, teasing and tapping your clit before pushing in with a groan.

Azriel was really fucking grateful that he had already come once, because surely with him sinking in slowly, your tight walls enveloping him in delicious heat, he would have come on the spot. Which would’ve been mortifying. Even more embarrassing than the needy moan he released when he bottomed out. It was louder than he intended, his eyes rolling back when you wiggled your hips to adjust to his size.

“Your dick feel amaaazing, m’sooo totally baking ya a cake after this,” you moaned, your eyes going crossed with pleasure as he pumped into you.

Azriel flashed you a shy smile as his brain went fuzzy with desire, body blushing from the heat coursing through his veins. His grip on your hips tightened, his movements finding a comfortable rhythm.

“So fucking tight, so good,” he whined, his forehead slumped against your shoulder as you wrapped your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck, reveling in his warmth.

Your nails scraped against his back, creating scarlet streaks as he kept rocking you into bed. Azriel felt like he was in heaven.

Azriel pumped into you, holding eye contact as he remembered everything he had learned, everything that allegedly made a woman go crazy. He brought down his thumb to circle your clit knowing it was something a lotta women liked. He just didn’t expect you to go absolutely stupid on him as he did.

You were moaning and writhing in pleasure, lost in the sensations Azriel was eliciting from you. He couldn't help but think that you looked much prettier than all those actresses with their over-the-top performances. Your pleasure felt real and genuine, and he loved seeing you like that, completely lost in the moment.

“mm-my goddd — harder, please,” you whined, nails digging into his back.

Azriel didn't dare to close his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours as he whispered about your beauty. A pressure built up in both of you, a shared desire that seemed to consume the room.

Azriel never swore. He thought it was a disgusting way for people to express themselves, and that only people who couldn’t use their words had to resort to it but he was breaking his own rule. You felt too good.

“You’re gorgeous, so fucking beautiful” he moans, hips thrusting at an unforgiving pace as you finally reached your high, moaning loudly, nails dragging across his back.

“Fuck, gon’ cum.” he panted, spilling his cum into your cunt. Azriel gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out.

Azriel slumped next to you, eyes shut as he rolled onto his side, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. You released gentle sighs, snuggling closer to him, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

“Did you… finish? Was it any good?” he asked as he kissed your neck tenderly

“Yeah, I came, like, really hard! You did a super good job, Azzie!! Totally the best i’ve ever had!” you said giddly as you crushed him in a hug

Azriel chuckled softly at your enthusiastic response, his lips trailing kisses along your neck. “I'm glad I could make you feel good, next time, I want to eat your pussy,” he murmured casually, returning your hug warmly.

Your eyes widened as your body warmed at his sudden and wish.

“Okay, only if i can ride,” you negotiated back with an exhausted smile.

Azriel nodded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before gently bringing you closer to him. He then reached for one of the nearby blankets and carefully wrapped it around you, ensuring you were snug and warm in his embrace.

You turned on the movie, snuggling close under the cozy blanket as it played softly in the background. With the comforting glow of the screen illuminating the room, you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

—

“So? Are you just going to sit there, Az?” Cassian asked, practically on the edge of his seat

Azriel took a sip of his drink, unfazed by Rhysand's scrutinizing gaze.

“Yeah, we did it. Yes, it was good. Now stop asking,” he said, his tone casual yet firm.

Rhys leaned forward eagerly, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, come on, Az! We need more details,” he urged, his curiosity piqued.

Azriel chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you fuckfaces don't. But thanks for the tips. We had a hell of a good time,” he replied, his tone carrying a playful edge as he stood up and left them with their jaw dropped.

“Did he just swear? Am I dreaming?” Cassian asked bewildered, looking over to Rhys with raised eyebrows.

“He did,” Rhys confirmed with a chuckle, raising his glass in a mock toast.

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[angelkhi]

lavender haze - a.a

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

summary: you find yourself at abby anderson's house party, turns out she's a really attentive host. (no outbreak au)

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of alcohol (they both have like 1 beer, 2 max) and smoking, abby (she's a warning), owen (he's a trigger warning let's be real), fingering, pet names (pretty girl, baby), semi-public sex, biting, slightly mean abby but like in a hot way.

word count: 2.5k

a little note: first abby fic, low-key nervous👀 not beta’d cause i’m sleepy. part two to little miss sunshine is coming but also i’m being lazy. anyways this is for my fellow girl kissers, love u bye x

A heavy beat thumps through the floor as you move through the crowded kitchen. Flashing lights and grinding bodies envelope your senses and you grip your bottle a little tighter, pushing through the crowd until you're practically tumbling out of the back door.

You round the corner, finding comfort in the shadows and take a deep breath. The evening breeze and cool brick soothes your warm skin, the slight drip of condensation from your bottle dripping down your fingers.

You hadn't expected to spend your Saturday evening amongst a sea of sweaty bodies and smoke, but Ellie had forced your hand, refusing to let you spend another weekend cooped up on the sofa.

The same Ellie who had conveniently ducked out on you the second she saw Dina.

You're no stranger to this type of thing, but recently the solitude of your home has outweighed any desire to go out partying. Even now, in the throes of it all, a minute alone away from it feels good. You tilt your head back, eyes closed trying to extract just a moment of calm from the screeching and playlist of 90's throwbacks.

"Hey stranger."

Even in the dim light you can tell she looks good. A tight black tee stretches across her broad shoulders, moulding to her trim waist. Her arms bulge slightly when she takes a sip from her beer, eyes never leaving yours.

"Hey Abs."

Abby Anderson. Friend by proxy, craved by default. She'd worked her way into your silly little brain the day she met you with her coy smiles and rasping voice. You still remember her knocking at your bedroom door, her body taking up most of the frame as she asked for the code to the wifi.

Why Ellie couldn't just give it to her you don't know, but you couldn't complain. She'd hunched over your shoulder, repeating every digit bsck to you as she typed it into her phone. Then, before she left she gave you a simple friendly pat on the thigh and said “thanks pretty girl” with one of those half tipped smiles.

You spent the nights following face down in your pillow, riding your fingers imagining it was her strap pushed deep inside you.

She continues watching you, skin tinted purple and half concealed by the shadows. The silence stretches to an almost uncomfortable width between you and you clear your throat.

“Nice party.” Maybe you should’ve stayed silent. Abby just shakes her head and smiles, clearly amused by your futile attempts at conversation. For a while she just stands there, nursing her bottle, always watching you.

“You’ve been avoiding me?” She speaks after a moment. Abby loves this, making you squirm. Making statements and disguising them behind questions. You take a special interest in your scuffed shoes avoiding her gaze, because beneath her insufferable cockiness, she’s not lying.

Being in her presence alters your brain chemistry piece by piece until all that swirls around you there is Abby Abby Abby. Still you don’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, settling on shrugging your shoulders instead.

She takes a step closer and suddenly the brick against your back feels icy rather than soothing. You’re trapped beneath her gaze and her slow approach.

“C’mon pretty girl, you not gonna give me an answer?” There she goes again with that pretty girl. Questions that aren’t really questions. Maybe if she was less everything you’d be able to function like a regular human being around her.

“No apologies? No sorry for making you miss me Abby, huh?” She’s so ridiculously close to you now, making her demands. She’s putting her cards down on the table, waiting, pushing until you pull and unravel the thread between you two.

“What are you doing Abs?” You feel the ghost of her knuckles tracing your arm, leaving a burning fire in their wake. She takes another step closer, until your shoes bump one another.

“Tell me to stop.” She puts her bottle down, resting her now empty palm against the brick, inches above your head. “You tell me right now to turn around and walk back into that party and I will.”

“I-“

She’s everywhere. In your dreams when you sleep, on your mind when you wake. And now she’s here. In the flesh. She smells like pine and alcohol, sweet with a bitter edge, grounding you in what you’re struggling to believe is reality. Your words die on your lips. Of course you don’t want her to leave, you’d do just about anthony to make her stay.

“Hm, that’s what I thought.”

Her broad nose nudges your cheek, cold against your burning skin. She presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, a taunting smirk lighting up her features as you keen for more. Her forefinger and thumb grip your chin ever so lightly, eyes trained on your lips, making you stew in the unrelenting tension.

Finally, her lips touch yours, slow and exploring at first, as though she wants to savour the moment as much as you do.

Her hands grip the glass bottle as your hands go lax at your sides, placing it next to hers on the old rusting barbecue.

Then her hands are on your hips, rough yet soft, commanding your movements and giving you the chance to back away all at once. You don’t.

Abby has never been a patient person. She always takes what she wants when she wants it. You can’t complain though, she does it do damn well. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your body. Abby Anderson is kissing you, not in some dream where she evaporates into the harsh morning sun, not in some shower time fantasy that runs up your water bill. She’s here. Tangible. Kissing you.

She tastes faintly of mint and cheep beer, her soft tongue moving harshly against yours as she all but claims you in a kiss. Her thumbs stroke the soft skin of your stomach, the rough pads of her fingers a source of electricity.

You rest your hands in the nape of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Her soft blond hair tickles your fingertips and when she nips your lower lip, your back arches, moulding you perfectly into her.

Her thumb strokes just above your bellybutton, small torturous circles sending your stomach into spasms and your thighs clenching. It’s impossible to stay as calm and collected as her, especially as she pops the button on your jeans, taking her sweet sweet time to pull down the zipper.

Her lips suckle on the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a pretty purple mark. It’s so visible, unable to be hidden by your shirt. No matter where you go tonight, everyone will know that Abby Anderson has claimed your body. Not that she didn’t already own your mind and soul.

Her rough fingers, tracing the your damp cotton panties, not giving your enough pressure to truly feel her. But she’s there. So close to where you need her.

“Please.” Your voice is quiet and hoarse, every function of your being focused on getting Abby to touch you. You desperately push your hips into her, gasping from the small bit of pleasure that’s not nearly enough to give you relief.

She pouts at you, removing her hand entirely and you wonder how she could be so cruel and give you so much at the same time.

You’re surprised you don’t fold there and then, that single touch enough to have you needling against her lips. She presses her fingers against your sensitive clit, rubbing in small circles, trailing down to your sipping hole and back up. She keeps you like that for a while, on the edge of pleasure, desperate and doe eyed all for her.

Maybe it’s the way you whisper her name like a prayer, or the soft dazed glint in your pretty eyes, but she relents sliding a finger inside of you right to the knuckle, pressing her lips against yours to quieten your soft sounds.

You grip the tight material of her shirt, anchoring yourself to her as you get lost in her taste, her scent, her sounds.

“More. Please Abs. Need to feel you.” She didn’t think it would take so little to get you babbling like this, half way to sinking into her like a rag doll. She presses another of her digits into you, groaning as your tight wet channel greedily sucks her in.

“You’re so good for me baby.” Her lips are warm and soft against your cheek when she pecks you, a stark contrast to the images she has of you floating around her head, or the way her hand moves between your legs.

“Gonna let me stretch you open, ruin this perfect little cunt?” Another demand. One that has you clamping down on her. You nod, the only words on your lips her name. Abby Abby Abby over and over.

The pads of her fingers nudge something inside of you when she curls her fingers, palm smacking your clit with the force of her thrusts. She actually chuckles when your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth opens. You look so pretty like this, bent to her will.

She alternates her thrusts, keeping you panting from her unforgiving pace one moment and whining from the slow grinds the next.

But it’s not enough for her, for either of you. Her hands make quick work of helping you yank your t-shirt up and bra down, exposing you to any prying eyes.

The image would startle anyone, Abby’s build frame hunched over you, her hand down your trousers as she sucks at your exposed breasts, barely concealed by the shadows, not even 10 steps from the porch.

"Such perfect tits." The light breeze picks up slightly, brushing over your sensitive nipples, wet with Abby's spit.

“Abby, fu-uck” Your voice breaks off into a harsh moan when her teeth sink into your flesh. It’s barely enough to hurt, but it leaves a small mark, like her own personal claim on you. You buck your hips further into her hand, almost buckling when the rough callous of her thumb presses against your clit.

She has some type of power over you. The kind where your brain takes a while to catch up with the rest of you, leaving you to blurt out stupid things.

“Imagined you fuckin me dumb on your strap, making me take it.” Your breath catches in your throat when her wrist flexes, changing her angle slightly. “Feels so good.”

A triumphant grin breaks out on her face and she tilts her head slightly, swallowing down her own moan.

"You think about me when you're playing with this pretty cunt of yours?" She whispers, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “Don’t go all quiet on me now.”

You’re a babbling incoherent mess, bent to her will. Your body moves as one with hers, your lips move when she tells you, your brain turns to mush as she wishes. In this moment you’re hers. All you can do is nod.

“Did you leave your door open on purpose? You want me to catch you lookin so pretty with your ass in the air, huh? Whining my name like a bitch?” There’s a condescending edge to her voice that spurs you on more than you’d like to admit.

Any initial embarrassment you’d felt is washed away the instant you realise that she had enjoyed it just as much as you. Abby Anderson enjoyed perving on you as much as you enjoyed the thought of her using you into the mattress.

“You love it don’t you, knowing I watched you fuck yourself.” You can’t contain the whine that bubbles up and out of your throat, paying no mind to the fact that someone could be listening.

She laughs again.

“Yeah, you fuckin do.”

You rest your hands on her stomach, her muscles rippling beneath your fingers with each precise movement. You let your hands roam, wondering if she'd let you pin her down and rub your puffy clit against each perfectly sculpted ridge.

"Abby!" a voice calls from somewhere around the corner, "Abs where are you?"

Your head turns quickly, seeking out the disembodied voice in the dimly lit garden. You should push her away, maybe pull your shirt down and have some decorum. But of course she’d never let you, instead pressing her body closer to yours, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

“No no no, eyes on me, thats it pretty girl.” Her fingers grasp your chin, forcing your eyes away from where the vaguely familiar voice had called out to her.

The sound of her fingers fucking into your messy cunt is downright filthy, drowned out only by the spike in music when someone steps outside. You grip her braid when she hunches over, tongue flicking at your nipples again. Her lips are soft yet torturous when she suckles on them, pulling wanton moans from you.

She hooks her fingers, grinding her palm down on your clit, shifting her other hand from your chin to your lips, muffling your cries.

“He doesn’t get to see you like this.” Your nails dig into her biceps when her pace becomes bruising. “C’mon baby, use me, cum all over my hand.”

You have no choice to comply. There’s no way you couldn’t when you’re practically riding her hand, her thick fingers so perfectly hitting every spot you need them. She pushes her palm flat against your sensitive clit, teeth scraping lightly over the marks on your tits and you’re done for.

You press your hips into her hand, riding out your orgasm as the world becomes a little hazy, a slight ringing in your ears as you all but gush all over her palm.

Gazing up at her barely illuminated face, she looks about as wrecked as you feel. Her pretty cheeks are tinted pink and her lips are a swollen cherry red. She looks so pretty like this. A slight bit of jealously sets in your stomach when you consider anyone else seeing her like this. It’s stupid but it should be for you and you only.

She presses her sweet lips to yours, letting you grind down on her once more and removes her fingers from your wrecked panties. The kiss is messy, the two of you moaning into each others mouths like there isn’t a party going on a few feet away.

She pulls back, only slightly, enough to take in your half lidded gaze and swollen lips. Her thumb traces your bottom lip as she mutters under her breath "fucking Owen," listening to him call out her name but making no effort to move.

When his voice grows closer she steps away from you, sighing. He's not going to let up. She tentatively pulls your shirt down and helps you fix your trousers, pressing small kisses to your cheeks.

"Come find me later, yeah?" It's not so much a request as it is a command. One you find yourself easily obliging to.

Then she's gone, stepping into the glow of the purple lights, surrounded by tendrils of swirling smoke from someone's cigarette. She follows Owen for a few paces and pauses.

She's nonchalant when she turns to you and presses her fingers to her tongue, sucking your slick from them with a barely there smirk.

You watch as she follows Owen inside, leaving you slumped against the wall, jeans unbuttoned, body just as hot as when you stepped outside.

in conclusion i love my wife 🫶🏾 (also hc/drabble recs are open for now 😘)

#abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #tlou smut #tlou fic #dina x ellie #ellie williams #tlou

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

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[lixie-phoria]

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everything is a blur. the flashing lights are blinding. your head pounds as the walls vibrate with the bass. redness pools in your eyes as your surroundings blink at you.

you can't remember a time when you've been this drunk. you don't think you've ever been this drunk before. but you've never needed it this much either.

yeonjun is across the room from you. even in your inebriated state you can recognize the lush black of his hair, the lean of his figure and his laughter that cuts through the noise of everything else around you.

and your blood boils. he looks so fucking happy you have half a mind to stride across the room and plant your fist on his infuriatingly gorgeous face.

but jeongin has a firm grip around your waist, holding you in place.

"patience, yn, please."

his breath is warm against your skin as he leans down to whisper into your ear, and you shiver as his fingers accidentally brush against your skin that peeks out from the hem of your top. his long fingers.

"we spoke about this. you have a plan and we're going to follow that." he reminds you, gently tugging you away from the entrance of the living room and deeper into the crowd. it's almost like you're in a club, the music vibrating through the air and lights flashing. jackson wang sure did know how to throw a party.

you hum, stopping close to where yeonjun was but far away enough that it doesn't seem too obvious.

"are you ready?"

technically, jeongin should be asking you that because if anything, this would end badly for you. not him. but he nods nonetheless, gently turning you away from him and pulling you flush into his figure, back facing him.

you've been to a fair share of parties. yeonjun always loved them. and slowly, you grew to love them too. you could get lost in the frequency of the bass and those few hours where anybody could be anyone. no judgement. and that's exactly what you do now.

you try to ignore the fact that you're grinding on another boy while yeonjun is in the same room as you. you lean into jeongin, relishing in the way his face dips into the crook of your neck and his fingers grip tighter at your waist.

his body heat lights your skin on fire, and you arch your neck slightly, your hair grazing his shoulder. you're so glad you had all those drinks because if you had been sober you would have fled out right about now.

"tell me if you're uncomfortable." he whispers, his breath tickling your skin and chest vibrating against your back. combined with the muddled haze of your mind, it's so overwhelming. you love it.

"Okay," you agree, turning around, hands immediately wrapping around his neck and sliding down to his shoulders.

oh wow. he was broad. you can feel hard muscles rippling under the thin fabric as he leans back slightly to look at you better.

his skin is smooth, and you can just see the small dip of his dimple. for the first time you notice the specks of light brown in his eyes and the way his tongue darts out to wet the plush pink of his lips.

he's so pretty it hurts. what you wouldn't do to have eye lashes like those.

now that you're facing him, the scent of his perfume has gotten a lot stronger, and it doesn't help your dizziness. it's a mix of vanilla and pepper, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into him.

it feels good. you've been cooped up in your room for way too long, sobbing into your pillow most of the time. sorrow has permanently resided itself in your heart, but right now, you can almost forget about it. you feel alright.

you see jeongin's mouth twitch, opening to say something to you, and you watch in a trance as it immediately shuts too.

"what's wrong?"

he doesn't get the chance to reply. one minute you're in jeongin's arms and the next minute someone is tearing you away from him, yanking you back by the shoulder.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

that voice. that goddamn voice jars you into reality as you stumble behind the familiar figure that is now pulling your date to the party closer by the collar.

fuck. yeonjun had found you. and he was livid.

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[adventuringblind]

Heyyyy

Is it possible to have more autistic reader X Oscar like something happens at the race weekend and it's the rest of the grid helping her out as they also try find Oscar. Or anything really.

If not totally fine.

Also LOVE your writing!!!

Grid Panic

Oscar Piastri x Autistic Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort and fluff

Summary: a photographer is taking pictures during a night race and gets in readers face with the flash on. She panics and Oscar is nowhere to be found.

Warnings: cameras and autistic meltdowns

Notes: Okay, so this is MY experience with meltdowns. Please remember that everyone is different and experiences things differently. Also, this is HC format.

Masterlist

Night races are your favorite

The weather is more mild at night

It's easier to hide away from the crowd

The journalists don't spot you as easily

It's perfect

Currently, you're waiting for Oscar to come out of the media pen

Meandering around the paddock with headphones in as you wait

Oscar is protective yes

But not overprotective

He lets you lead the way, and if you get uncomfortable, then he'll step in

He can read your signals like it's clockwork

But he's not here

And a photographer has decided to make you his muse for the moment

He begins snapping shots with the flash on since its dark

You've never been on for bright lights

It's been the cause of many moments spent tucked away under tables and desks

He's saying things to you about smiling for the camera

But your not listening

Desperately trying to shield your face from the onslaught of flashing lights.

You’re lucky that Lewis is walking by

It’s not like you were trying to screech his name

But volume is harder to control when you feel like this

Needless to say it gets his attention

He gets in between you and the photographer

His arm slung around your shoulders protectively

Eventually you register the darkness of the alley between buildings

“Are you alright?”

Everything in you wants to say yes

But the urge to slam yourself into the ground and stay there says otherwise

No words

Just breathe

Physical contact is to much right now

“Can we go to Oscars room?”

You nod yes

Then you’re journeying to the McLaren motor home

You run into Charles on the way

He trails behind you

Mildly panicked because you aren’t speaking

Never a good sign

He waits with you in Oscar’s room

He plays soft piano music to drown out the noises from outside the room

You hide in the corner and curl yourself into a ball

Meanwhile Lewis is running around the paddock

He wishes he hadn’t put his scooter away

He runs into Lando during his search

“Need…Oscar…”

“Why? Am I not good enough for you?”

“Girlfriend is having- a thing.”

“A thing?”

“Ahhhh- what’s it called- a meltdown!”

Lando joins in on the search

At this point it feels like they’ve looked everywhere

Then they see Max

“Max!”

The Dutch does a spin and smiles when he sees them

“Have you seen my teammate?”

“Zak dragged him off somewhere, I think.”

*internal screeching from the two Brits*

“Can’t you show us where they went?”

Max drags the two along

They end up back in front of the McLaren motor home

They head inside with Lando leading them to Oscars room

Charles is watching from outside the door

“Took you long enough.”

They all collectively roll their eyes

The photographer got a warning

The boys (Lewis in particular) fell asleep as soon as they hit their respective beds

Oscar covered you in his jacket and drive you two home

Taking back ways and using the back entrance of the Hotel

He laughs to himself after he manages to get you to fall asleep

It’s a miracle they didn’t send the whole paddock into a panic

You fall asleep knowing your have good friends who can listen to your needs

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[joongbin]

Okay so this request is going to be based around the same m!reader from the abs request, how do you think skz would overall act around this m!reader? Like on and off camera/concert/stage, skz talker, fan meetings, fancalls, interviews, live streams, filming m/v's, airports, etc... like just headcanons around him generally and how they act around him/with him/when he is mentioned. With or without the members or even around other idols which i think would be very interesting to see.

always with me. - SKZ!OT8

summary › basically how they act around you.

genre › fluff?? i think

pairings › ot8 x 9th mbr!m!reader (seperate)

warnings › none.

a/n: sorry for the long wait on this request!! tried to write it as best as i could!

BANG CHAN

Chan would act a little more affectionate towards you as a crush. But on camera, he tries to not do this behaviour too much or people will start catching on. He only does this off camera.

He's always clinging on to your arm or hand or waist to just feel your bicep or abs, while he tries not to make it too obvious. I mean, he doesn't want other members to catch on..

Whenever you're mentioned, he immediately perks up, wanting to hear whatever comes right after that. He'll correct any misinformation about you because he doesn't want STAYs to misunderstand! Totally not because he just likes you or anything and doesn't want anything to happen to you .. no..

Around other idols, he's the same as he is off-camera with you, all clingy and stuff. Other idols don't mind the behaviour, they find it pretty endearing actually! I mean, he tried to kiss you so many times already, but let's keep quiet about that.

I think this behaviour would sometimes come out at airports. He can't help himself! You're just so cute and buff as hell, he just wants you to know how much he cares for you.

He can be spotted looking at you from afar in SKZ-TALKERS while you're talking to the mic, you always point him out with a chuckle, but you know it's just a little joke that he likes to play on you.

Other idols state that he just loves you alot. And you're probably his favourite stray kid of them all!

LEE KNOW

Lee Know would be the same on and off camera. He's not afraid to show the world that he likes you! He loves touching your abs

He would always be spotted trying to kiss you. Facing you with duck lips. And always points to his cheek, indicating that he wants you to kiss his cheek. Pretends to be whiny of you refuse to kiss the man's cheek.

In airports, he just makes sure you're not uncomfortable or anything. He knows your strong, so safety really wasn't a problem for you.

Around other idols, with him is always like handling an actual child. He holds your hand like the entire night you're there. It's like he super glued his hands to yours.

During concerts is where it's a bit .. wilder, since in SKZ-TALKERS, MAKING FILMS, interviews, etc. can be edited, concerts can't. Always slapping your butt, touching your abs when you're not looking, saying that you look like Doongie when you have ginger/blond hair, saying that you look like Soonie when you have brown hair. And many more.

People just say he's fucking whipped and he is.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is also like Lee Know, but more .. affectionate and aegyo-y. He has said many things about you that you wish to forget. On one of the MV FILMINGs, he said that he would sell his soul to the devil just to have your abs. You .. didn't really know why.

Watches every TikTok you make. And literally begs the manager to dance with you whenever a comeback happens. The manager would usually let you guys collab, but on some occasions, they wouldn't do it because of allegations.

At airports, he likes matching outfits with you. You wear a dog shirt, he has one too! A cat shirt? He has one! Bear shirt? You guessed it, he has one too. STAYs like it, so he continues doing it and holds your hand since he knows that you didn't exactly like the lights flash on your face.

He also likes sitting on your lap. On every SKZ-TALKER, you will always see him on your lap no matter what or his arms wrapped around your waist, or he's checking out your arms. Or he's just around you doing stuff. He's clung on to you, what do you expect?

At concerts, he is 100% going to try and kiss you. Any couple questions? He is asking you to answer them with him. Headlock questions? He's asking you to do it for him. Also probably has your bubble. And saved every picture you sent.

Around other idols, he's gonna cling on to you and tells you to dance to multiple GG dances by bumping in to you. You enjoy it, and it doesn't disturb your interactions with other idols.

The other members tease him about it when you're not there or busy, but it's not like you'd know he liked you .. or?

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin is NOT brave enough to do any stuff that would expose him. He just admires you from afar. Though, that doesn't mean he isn't affectionate toward you.

Also likes laying on your lap, usually sleeps on it, though. He needs rest, and you're the only pillow he wants to sleep on.

Everytime you say something about him, instead of the usual laugh or weird look, he'd respond by agreeing with you and try give you what you want. You want his lips? He's gonna try to kiss you. You want his hair?

He really likes hugging you. Everytime you just stand at an interview or just standing doing something, he's always gonna be behind you with his arms around your waist while he moves you side to side.

Arm is always over your shoulder. Like he's clingy but he doesn't show it alot. It's more subtle.

Around other idols, he's not gonna try anything. Like anything. He wouldn't even try to do that. He's scared of what will happen if people catch on that he likes you. His reputation would be ruined.

At concerts, he's a bit more braver, singing your parts with you, or rapping your parts. Making a few adlibs about you, his arm usually around your shoulder as you bop your head to the music.

People don't really know that he likes you, and he wants it to stay that way.

HAN JISUNG

Also another one that tries to kiss you 24/7. Every single time he gets the chance, you will see him face you with duck lips. There's times where you tease him by trying to kiss him back, and there's times where you push his face away to face the camera.

Oh you thought he was babygirl enough? Nope. He's even more babygirl around you. He literally loves being around you. He likes sleeping on you, he likes eating with you, he likes doing everything with you basically.

Also soothes him whenever he's having an anxiety attack. Whenever he does, he clings on to you while you comfort him until he's fine.

Calls you Lee Know's 4th cat because you act like one. Probably mistook you for Soonie one time when you had brown hair.

Around other idols, he's like half of what he is. He does not want his idol friends to know how he is like you off camera. He still likes to be around you though.

On concerts, he wants you to sing or rap his parts alot. Of course, he does that on his own, but hearing his parts in your voice makes him absolutely whipped.

During the reaction of Your Eyes or There, he's not gonna react like how he reacts with other members. He's gonna scream x10 louder when he sees you rizzing up the camera, and stream your part on 400 different devices.

Whenever you're mentioned, he has a giant smile on his face, like stupidly big. That's how much he likes you.

LEE FELIX

Felix just outright stares at you. Or well, your arms whenever you flex them in SKZ-TALKERS. I mean, can you blame the man? He loves them.

Bites his lips everytime he squishes them. Like, it's so incredibly obvious that he likes you but he thinks he's so slick. It's fucking hilarious.

Also saves your pictures on every single social media. And also favourites edits of you. His whole FYP is probably just you. It's not creepy, he just likes you.

At concerts, he really likes to touch your abs. Like, you can't stop this man. I mean, everyone thinks it's funny. And kinda cute?

Likes being affectionate around you. Cheers you on, also matches clothes with you. He buys matching clothes for you whenever he's out shopping. And also buys you keychains to match, and always sees one of the keychains on your bag, the others are usually on your wall just hanging.

Around other idols, he just sits from afar while talking to some other idol, but he does look at you, just wanna make sure you're safe .. even though you could probably bodyslam anyone who even tries to hurt you.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Teases you just a little more than he does with other members. He just likes how you laugh at his jokes about you or other members. Your laugh is like music to his ears.

Not bold enough to try anything. But does lay on your lap or sit on it. That much he will do. Also sometimes squishes your biceps when he feels like he wants to.

In SKZ-TALKERS, the most you'll see him doing is sleep on your lap. He doesn't wanna try anything that will raise suspicion about his crush on you.

At concerts, he tries to be subtle about touching you or teasing you but really, every STAY that's there can see him know that he likes you.

Listens to your covers in the SKZ-PLAYER or your songs. In interviews, when asked what's his favourite song, it's always a song written by you. Like always. And he listens to that dong on repeat.

Around other idols, he's like Felix. Just sitting and looking at you interact with other idols. Just looking at you ... And how the cloth just wraps around your biceps .... And sometimes when you wear a bodysuit .. your abs show .. and .. okay, getting distracted.

YANG JEONGIN

He's still so shy around you. Everytime you speak to him, he stutters alot. Your voice is just so nice, he can't help it. And he can't really pay attention whenever you talk because he's paying attention to your abs.

Also likes teasing you a bit for being like a cat, calling you Soonie/Doongie/Dori.

Likes singing and listening to your songs! Whether it was a cover or not, he sings it regardless. Maybe in some SKZ-TALKERS, you can hear him sing in the background!

Buys you skincare. Like, he wants you to take care of your skin! Loves whenever you mention his gifts to you in your vlogs! It makes him kick his feet and giggle.

Actually kisses you on the cheek whenever you ask for it. Like genuinely does it. I mean, it's a chance to kiss you so he might as well take it, right?

With other idols, he's just like Seungmin and Felix. He's too shy, so he's just sitting there while talking to his members and his idol friends.

At concerts, he sings with you. He can't really rap, but he tries and STAYs think it's so cute!

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[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; when they ask for a kiss genre ; fluff & romance warnings ; cute bf alert, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, bokuto, oikawa, semi, ushijima 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; idk tbh thinking about sakusa being clingy makes me blush fr and i'm so proud, i finished this in 2 hours LOL, reqs r open!

SAKUSA shifts around uncomfortably as you keep your nose stuck in a book. you flip one page after another and he continues to watch you intently. he frowns and pouts but you don't notice.

"baby can you look at me?" he pouts. you turn to him, finally acknowleding him.

"what is it, love?" you sigh, flipping another page. he frowns at your clear dismissal.

"could you- i mean uhm- can i-" he stumbles over his words, frustration taking over. he's never been one to ask for things, but he can't help it when it's you.

you place your book down, not before bookmarking where you left off. you shift your body to face him completely, and he seems to stutter even more.

you smile, "what is it, baby?"

he doesn't know how to ask, he panics internally before fiddling with his hands. you sense his shyness, and put your hand over his to calm him down.

as if he's under some spell, he calms down almost instantly.

finding some bit of courage in your touch, he lifts his index finger and points at his lips.

you stare for a moment.

then you burst into uncontrollable giggles.

sakusa only watches as he deflates, turning away from you in a fit of irritation. "okay, be like that then, i don't care." he huffs.

you place your hands over his face, forcing him to face you.

you flash him the smile he adores so much, before giving him a kiss.

it was light. feathery, even. and it left sakusa craving for more.

he huffs before a shade of red tinted his ears, then he pulls you in for a few more.

SUNA sits beside you as you study in the school library for an important test coming up. he lays with his head down, facing you, eye boring into the side of your face.

you roll your eyes, "rin, stop staring, i can't focus."

he snickers before pulling out his hand to catch yours. "you're so pretty, how can i not?"

you cheeks flush with red as he finishes his sentence. you snatch your hand away to cover your face in embarrassment.

"you piss me off, hope you know that." you groan. he only chuckles at your remark, returning to his old position.

you then go back to studying. scribbling notes in your neat handwriting every few minutes.

you don't realize it, but your lips jut out in a small, unnoticeable pout.

it sends suna off the edge, wanting to lay his lips on yours.

he watches and watches, but you don't notice the stare he's giving you.

he grows impatient. the fact you clearly don't seem to glance at him makes him rolls his eyes and huff. you hear the little grunts of irritation and turn to face him.

"i can feel your bad energy radiating right now," you deadpan, "what's up your ass now?"

suna shoots you a glare, side-eyeing you in the process.

"what's up my ass is the fact you keep pouting your lips," you look at him in confusion, "you're practically begging for a kiss so c'mere."

you dodge his lips, and he sits there dumbfounded. you break into a series of giggles as he pouts and mutters a little "damn brat" under his breath.

"fine, come here baby." you say, before tugging him lightly. his lips landing right on yours.

he savors the taste of your lips, keeping you there a lot longer than intended.

once you pull away, you're out of breath, and suna's only smirking at your appearance.

you turn away with all shades of pink tinting your cheeks.

and suna knows he'll have your lips on his once again.

ATSUMU whines every five god damn minutes, hoping that it'll catch your attention. the attention which is on your phone, and you're scrolling carelessly on tiktok.

atsumu grunts once again before speaking, "can ya give me like two minutes of your attention, am dyin' over here and ya don' giva shit!"

you roll your eyes playfully, finally turning to your man-baby of a boyfriend. "okay 'tsum, you got two minutes."

"babe!" he yelps, basically sobbing dramatically at this point.

"what?" you say defensively, with a smirk plastered across your face. "you said two minutes, so i'm givin' you two minutes."

he frowns, showing you his infamous puppy eyes. you stare.. and stare.

but you don't budge at all.

"babe, am beggin' ya." he huffs, arms crossing defensively over his chest.

you couldn't believe that this six-foot blonde was pouting like an absolute child.

"fine, what is it, you big baby." you say, placing your hand on his thigh.

this only fires him up even more, craving the touch he hasn't received.

"kiss?" he pleads.

you decide to tease him a little. just a little.

"hmm? sorry, i didn't hear a please." he gets even more impatient as you test him further.

"please, ma angel, i wanna kiss ya." he frowns again, but you finally decide you comply with his wishes.

pushing his hair back and caressing his face, you pull him in for a kiss. it's a little peck, but he only wants more.

so..

he does.

pushing your head down lightly, but just enough to deepen the kiss further.

you push him away lightly.

"there, you got your kiss baby." you giggle.

he craves more, but chooses to wait a bit. leaving his hand on your plush thigh, he stares at you lovingly.

BOKUTO deflates as he witnesses you being quite busy chatting up your best friend.

he was hoping that you'd spend the dinner with him.

he knows it was a team dinner, but he didn't expect your best friend to be at the same restaurant.

he felt ignored, and a little neglected. but, he genuinely wanted to be with you at that moment.

it took a bit, but you finally slide into the booth your boyfriend was in. it didn't take long for you to notice the gloomy mood bokuto was in.

"somethin' wrong, honey?" you coo. bokuto swears he melted at the sound of your voice.

he scoots closer to you, nudging his head into the crook of your neck.

you allow him to, your hand moving up to play with the soft locks on his head.

"missed you." he whispered, scattering light kisses around your collarbone.

you smile, looking down at his cute face.

knowing him all too well, you whisper, "you craving something from me, baby?"

he sits up instantly, staring at you with neediness.

"mhm!" he perks. he waits patiently.

"tell me what you want, honey, i'm listening"

he takes your hand and allows your finger to brush lightly over his pretty lips.

"want a kiss," he says, "please."

you hum in satisfaction, guiding his face unto yours where his lips find yours.

his mouth molds against yours, almost as if he was entirely made for your existence.

he craves you more and more, hands sliding up and down your waist.

you pull away, pecking his forehead after.

bokuto sighs with content as he cuddles up impossibly closer to you.

OIKAWA lingers around in your bedroom, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.

you're too busy scribbling things he doesn't bother to care about in your notebook.

he waits..

and waits.

and waits...

but doesn't get a hint of your attention.

he was growing agitated at the lack of attention. he could even go as far as saying that you were neglecting him.

he finally gives in, choosing to tap you lightly on the shoulder.

it was only then when you realized he was home.

"oh! tooru, hi babe!" you chirp. you don't even seem to notice the slight furrow of his eyebrows and the pout on his lips.

"i've been here for an hour, y/n." he states. your face contorts into disbelief.

exhaling, you spoke, "i didn't realize.. did you need something?"

yes, he needed something.

he wouldn't say it though. opting to wait until you're needy for him.

he's greeted with disappointment when you don't give him what he wants, turning away from him.

"okay cutie, i'm quite literally going to die here." he exclaims.

you turn to face the little drama queen behind you.

groaning playfully, you ask him, "okay, what is it my love."

"kiss me," he demands, "i haven't received a single one since my arrival."

you roll your eyes, standing up and dragging your feet towards his tall figure.

tip-toeing to reach his lips, you tug his shirt to pull him down.

finally, your lips rests on his, giving his the satisfaction he craved.

SEMI strums his guitar again and again, hoping it would catch your attention.

you don't look at him, because youre busy playing with the cute puppy named bear on his bed.

you baby-talk the sweet creature, scratching behind its ears.

"y/n can you put bear down, i'm literally right here." eita sighs.

you giggle at his remark, looking back at him for a split moment.

"i know, honey, but a few minutes without my attention shouldn't kill you." you deadpan.

he only shoots you a disappointed look that you obviously didn't see.

after a few minutes, you finally get up and sit beside your grumpy boyfriend.

your entire body faces him, "babe, i want a kiss."

he side-eyes you, "okay, go kiss bear then."

furrowing your eyebrows, you just shrug before getting up once again.

you're immediately stopped by semi grabbing your wrists lightly.

"jesus woman, you were supposed to stay here and beg." he rolls his eyes.

"too bad, bear likes me more than you since you didn't wanna give me a kiss."

he blinks, clearly dumbfounded. "i've been sitting here for 30 minutes waiting for a kiss myself."

you shrug again, trying to release yourself from his hold.

"whatever, eita." you pout.

he only tugs your arm gently before you're landing flat on his chest.

he lets out a hearty laugh before lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger.

staring into each others eyes for a few moments, he finally places his lips on yours.

you deepen the kiss, hands moving up to caress the nape of his neck.

then you push him away.

with a pout, he stares at you. "not in front of bear, honey."

you snicker as he only huffs and looks away. his hand unconsciously coming up to caress your thigh.

you both, in fact, still madeout in front of poor bear.

USHIJIMA wasn't one to ask you for affection.

moreover, it was definitely you who asked him.

but for some reason, the way you were busy chatting up his close friend, tendou, sent him over the edge.

he craved your touch more, and it's almost like he needs it to survive.

he comes up beside you, while you don't even notice his presence. thanks to tendou greeting him, you probably would've taken awhile to even acknowledge him at all.

"heyyy wakatoshi!" tendou exclaims.

your head snaps up at the mention of your boyfriend's name.

you smile warmly, "hi, love."

that was all you said before you become completely immersed in your conversation with tendou. tendou being equally immersed as you were.

ushijima hated to admit it, but he actually felt neglected.. maybe even ignored.

he doesn't know how to steal your attention, and seeing his best friend have what he wants makes him antsy. he feels nervous, fiddling around with the hem of his shirt.

he holds back the urge to wrap his arm around your waist, pull you closer to him, and just kiss you in front of everyone in the room.

he itches to have his lips on yours, but he just doesn't know how to ask.

he taps his fingers impatiently on his side, hoping that you'd turn to face him at some point.

yet, as if luck was on his side, tendou excused himself for a moment, leaving you entirely alone.

and boy did he take that chance.

he stood beside you, snaking his arms around your waist. you look up at him, being quite familiar with his touch, you leaned into him.

he leans down to whisper in your ear, "chatting up my best friend instead of being with me kind of stung, my love."

his deep husky voice had your legs feeling like jello. you motion for him to lean low enough for him to hear you whisper back.

"jealous, honey?" you smirk.

he clenches his jaw before he feels your soft lips kiss it.

he softens at the contact, melting from your touch.

he quickly maneuvers your chin to connect your lips with his.

god, he never knew how addicted he was to you. youre the only thing he'll never get enough of.

you pull away, leaving one last peck on his jaw before leading him back to his teammates.

safe to say ushijima will definitely start asking for more of your kisses.

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[nenestansunsthings]

"Hey. You're Joe Hills, right?"

The man who turns to him to looks far too normal, a casual guy with long hair and green glasses and gloves. Quackity can't imagine why they beat Wilbur. Why her people campaigned so hard for him, why they had hundreds in the lead for hours upon hours until the polls closed and Wilbur lost to her. When the guy smiles cheerfully towards him, the question only becomes more poignant.

"Yup! That's me! Joe Hills, from Nashville, Tennessee." He offers their hand to shake, and in a flash Quackity takes it. Her grip isn't strong, and he blinks in surprise when Quackity's own is firm. "And you're Quackity, right? Good job with your poll!! That was a real close win, but your people pulled through right where it mattered!"

Quackity waves it off. "I never had a doubt. Of course my fans wouldn't let me lose! I'm the sexiest red bird around here, after all!" Unbidden, his wings flutter. "But heyyy, that's not what I came here for. I came here for you! We had an alliance, didn't we? Come on, hi-five, amigo, we did well today!"

Joe blinks. "We had an alliance?"

"Uh, yeah? What, don't tell me you didn't know." He scoffs. "Your fans didn't tell you? I heard you were out there campaigning yourself. Posting shirtless videos and everything! Just my kinda guy." Cheerfully, he slings an arm around Joe, pleasantly surprised when the guy doesn't even flinch. "I thought you agreed to the alliance yourself!"

"... Oh, that alliance!" Their eyes light up in recognition. "Yeah, I saw a few people talking about that. People get really excited in my chat, y'know? Though they were pretty torn." He shrugs. "I mean, Grian's a friend of mine, even if I have no clue how he thinks. But yeah, that was all them!"

Quackity can't help but stare. "You didn't know they were allying against a friend of yours?!"

"Nope! They just kinda do what they want." Joe laughs, the sound tinged with fondness. Something in that makes Quackity's gut churn uncomfortably. They just… do that? Ally against friends? Work with people who they think will stab them in the back later? And all in the name of someone who doesn't even know what they're planning? "I think it's great that they all got together to support you! But hey, there's only one person I'm hoping will win, and you know who it is! I wouldn't be campaigning for myself if I didn't want that win."

"Ha! Yeah, I know how it is." He grins back, golden tooth gleaming brilliantly. "Don't feel too down when I thrash you, alright?"

"We'll see about that!" Normally, Quackity would be on edge from that kind of declaration, but there isn't a shred of hostility in her vice. There's only delight, friendly competition. "I have faith that my viewers will pull ahead, and that I can campaign hard enough to convince people! I've been working really hard, after all. Even bought some new rainbow eyes, just for the occasion!"

"Wait, what."

Joe blinks, and when their eyes open again they are joined by a hundred others, flickering with a thousand colours and all seeing- staring- beholding. Just before he can think the word watching, they flutter shut.

"That's not the right word for me, just to be clear," Joe chastises him. "Watching. I'm not a part of that group."

Quackity has no goddamn idea what she means. So after a moment of stunned silence, he continues.

"... Do your fans think the eyes are hot?"

"I think they're sexyman enough to win the contest," he says, which clears up nothing. "But, most importantly, I think they'd vote for me anyway! Even without my beautiful, glowing, rainbow-checked eyes. Which are, by the way, divinely beautiful, and should be appreciated."

"Hey, man, if you're the kind of guy to buy new eyes for a competition, they'd better vote for you." Quackity shakes his head. "What, did they bribe you for it? Say they'd vote for you if you blinked in rainbows? That's not a healthy relationship, man, you gotta get out of there."

Joe snorts. "No, this is all for me. But thanks for worrying! If my people ever start demanding I grow new eyes before they tip me, I'll just find new people." He waves a hand nonchalantly. "I don't think my viewers would do that, anyway."

"... Hm." Quackity hesitates, settling a few feet away from Joe. "... I dunno, man. I mean, they made that alliance without you, didn't they? Hard to think you could trust 'em after something like that. Not a lot of unity in that kind of campaign, especially if there was some kind of in-fighting about voting me over your friend."

Some tiny, tiny part of him feels a little sick at the thought. But it dies down quickly enough. This isn't the first time he's brought people to blows over loyalty, after all.

But Joe looks unbothered. "They're good people. They'll figure it out for themselves. And they understand why people would vote you over Grian, or why their friends would support you."

"Oh?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "You talk like you've seen it yourself. Did they shake hands and make up and write songs about their reconciliation? I'd love to see that- you encourage their poetry, it looks like. They've gotta have some skills."

"Nah, nothing like that. You're thinking too big, Quackity HQ." Their sunny smile shifts, softening at the edges. "They're just friends. They don't hate each other for wanting a different person to win. If this was something important like politics- which is very important, remember to vote on both a local and national level to support what's best for your community!- then it might be different. But this is fine."

He scoffs. "Please. I've seen the posts. Some of those guys came out swinging against me."

"And they know it's an exaggeration!" she assures him. "Just look around. All across this great land of Tumblr, there are people reminding each other to be kind. To be civil. To watch whether their feelings are turning into hate, and to take a step back and breathe if things go too far. Sure, things have gone too far. But that happens in all kinds of events, not just this one. And mostly, our viewers want to be kind."

"Man. You're a real ray of sunshine, aren't you." Quackity looks away. "But that's not really what I mean. It's more…"

He's not sure the words are right on his tongue. He says them anyway.

"They're supposed to be united," he tries. "I know you all wanted a Hermitsweep. Your people rule the polls. Doesn't it scare you, that they can split so much behind your back? Isn't it weird, to trust them with this?"

For a second, Joe is silent. Quackity grits his teeth, turns- but the faint green glow of his checkmarks is dim, and there's a twinge of honest fear in his eyes.

"... To be honest, it feels weird." He rests his head on their knees, fingers wrapped tight around her arms. "Just a little bit. I didn't expect this much. And the competition last round was a lot, let me tell you."

Quackity snorts. "I was there, man. No need to tell me. So much voter fraud…"

"And bribery! Don't forget bribery." Joe laughs. "But I do trust them. Whatever they do. I'll be disappointed if I lose, obviously, but it happens. It's hard to really be angry when you think about the core of all this."

"Popularity?" he jokes.

"Well, a little. I've been told Scar is not a sexyman, just a sexy man. Still not sure what criteria people are voting by. But mostly, I think it's love."

"Love?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "What made you think that?"

Joe sighs. "I dunno. It's just… it's the only thing that it could be, really. This contest doesn't mean anything. There's no prize. All it is is just people wanting the entertainers they love most to win. And look at everything they've created for that goal."

Quackity knows. He's seen the swathes of art, the stories, the people getting out drawing tablets or phones or paper and camera to thank people who voted in their favour. He's seen old artworks shared years after their making. He's seen silly powerpoints, walls of text, analysis and promotions of videos from the starts of careers. It's a little terrifying, really, in the same way angels are.

He's pretty sure Joe would know, too.

"Yeah, not every one of my viewers joined your alliance. Even with my personal campaigning, none of them brought it up to me. But whoever they voted, whether it was Grian because he's someone they fought to see this high up or you because they wanted to share the support your people offered me, they voted out of love. Because they love me, or they love you, or they love whoever else they wanted to win."

"... They love you, huh?"

It's an odd thought. Quackity's well used to heartbreak, to abandonment. To people only staying because he had something to offer. But in this silly contest, with tens of thousands of people cheering for him…

"They love you too," Joe says with a smile. "So I'm happy you won. I'd say you're a pretty worthy opponent."

Quackity barks out a laugh, turning to Joe with fire in his eye. "A worthy opponent? You'll be taking those words back when I win. My people love me, don't they? So I'm sure as hell they'll put their money where their mouth is."

"Oh, we'll see." A thousand eyes open, turning a rainbow gaze upon him. He meets their stare head-on. "After all," Joe Hills says, "You were right about one thing. We want a Hermitsweep."

#quackity #quackityhq #joe hills #joehillstsd #quackity fanfic #joe hills fanfiction #mcyt sexyman propaganda #mcytblr sexymen poll #sun art #hi guys. guess who is SO normal about the quackity joe poll #i have. emotions #also im so sorry if theyre not written right i did my best

[lostfracturess]

【 ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ 】 6

x PAIRING gojo satoru x fem!reader (main); megumi fushiguro x fem!reader x WORD COUNT 8.6 k x SUMMARY you never wanted to become part of the world of jujutsu sorcerers, yet fate had other plans when the one and only satoru gojo took you under his wing at jujutsu high. as the lines between student and teacher begin to blur, hidden powers surge to life, and a deadly target is set on your head. x WARNINGS + NOTES this story contains partly abusive and possessive behavior, explicit content, graphic depictions of violence, injury, combat and angst. you can also read it on wattpad or ao3. pls like or repost if you enjoyed ♡

➸ part one; part two; part three; part four; part five

Laughter once again filled the air as you all sat around a high-top table in a bustling bar, the earlier altercation with Satoru pushed to the back of your mind. The dim lighting and the clink of glasses created a cocoon that made the outside world seem distant.

"I'm telling you, the spicier the food, the better the night," Yuji said, slapping Megumi on the back. Yuji took another hearty bite of the burrito, which the bartender had boasted to be the spiciest thing he'd ever tasted.

Megumi shook his head. "Your taste is really awful."

Nobara rolled her eyes, sipping her drink. "Yuji, the only thing you're going to attract with that fiery breath is a dragon looking for its lost sibling."

You chuckled along. "Well, I guess it's time for another round of drinks. Yuji, shall I get you a shot of pure chili with a side of vodka? Or just milk?"

Yuji feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "I'll have you know, my palate is refined. I am a connoisseur of all things spicy and adventurous."

"Which is why you cried at the last hot wing challenge?" Nobara teased, her eyebrow arched in amusement.

"Those were tears of joy, a tribute to the spice gods."

Nobara shook her head with a grin. "Sure, Yuji. We'll put that on your tombstone."

The group erupted into laughter, and you took the opportunity to head to the bar for another round of drinks. The lively chatter of the bar guests created a soothing backdrop as you squeezed through the crowd.

Reaching the bar, you signaled the bartender and waited, idly watching the colorful array of bottles lined up. That's when you felt someone sidle up next to you. Too close.

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" A man with a hopeful smile leaned against the bar, trying to catch your eye.

"No, thank you. I'm with my friends."

He persisted, inching closer. "Come on, what's the harm? One drink."

You shifted uncomfortably. "Really, I'm fine. Please excuse me."

Unfortunately, the man took this as a challenge rather than a dismissal. "Come on, don't be like that—."

Before you could respond, Megumi was standing behind the drunken, tipping on the man's shoulder. The guy turned, meeting Megumi's unyielding gaze. "She's not interested, buddy," Megumi said.

In a flash, Megumi's fist connected with the man's jaw, the sound sharp in the din of the bar, sending him staggering backwards. You hold your breath. Your eyes widening as the man in front of you tumbled from his chair and crashed onto the floor.

The bar erupted into chaos, but Yuji and Nobara were quick to intervene. "We should've stuck to the milk plan," Yuji muttered as he stepped between Megumi and the unfolding scene.

Nobara nodded, pulling Megumi and you back. "Yeah, because apparently, it's the cure for more than just spicy food."

With a mix of urgency and stealth, you all made your way out of the bar. The evening's earlier laughter now replaced by the adrenaline of a quick getaway.

You spilled out of the bar into the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, the cold night air filling your lungs as you sprinted away from the commotion. Laughter and shouts faded into the distance behind you. Your group weaved through the bustling crowds, blending into the sea of people until you were sure you'd put enough space between yourselves and the bar.

Finally, breathless and far enough away to be safe, you all collapsed onto a park bench under a large, sprawling tree just beside the Sumida river. Yuji bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Nobara was the first to break into laughter.

"Well, that certainly took a turn," she gasped between fits of laughter.

Yuji added with a smirk, "That was either the best or the worst post-dinner entertainment I've ever experienced."

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. 

"And here I thought the evening's highlight was going to be the dessert, not Megumi's right hook," Nobara joked, slapping Megumi's shoulder playfully.

Your eyes landed on Megumi's hand. The knuckles were red. "Your hand," you reached out, taking his hand gently in yours to inspect it. "Does it hurt?"

Megumi flinched at your sudden touch. "It's nothing. Just a bit red," but the grimace that followed told another story.

Nobara, still chuckling, teased, "That's some punch you've got there, champ."

Yuji couldn't resist adding his own commentary, "At least now we have a new story to tell."

Amidst the laughter, your attention remained fixed on Megumi's hand. "Seriously, Megumi, this isn't 'nothing'," you insisted, holding his hand up to the light for a better look. "We need to get this checked out or at least properly iced. It could be worse than it looks."

"Okay, okay," he conceded, "We'll take a look at it later."

Nobara stepped closer. "You'd better follow her orders, Fushiguro, or she'll be the next one to throw a punch," she warned with a grin.

Megumi nodded, accepting the inevitable fuss over his well-being. "Alright, no arguments here."

Your eyes briefly met Megumi's and your lips formed a silent 'thank you'.

Yuji's jesting continued, "Next time you want to show off for her, maybe just try flowers, Fushiguro."

Nobara laughed, and even Megumi cracked a smile. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."

Nobara stood up, clapping her hands together. "Alright, team, where to next?"

Reluctantly, you released Megumi's hand, glancing at his face to ensure he was truly okay. "Perhaps somewhere with fewer jerks, considering the state of Megumi's hand—"

"Gojo's little treasure, so exposed."

A curse.

Before you could react, the curse lunged, its hand outstretched towards your head. Time slowed. Your breath caught in your throat.

In a blur of movement too quick to follow, Satoru appeared from nowhere. His kick slamming the curse into the wall of a nearby building with a crash that echoed through the stillness of the night. The building collapsed, burying the curse beneath the rubble.

Another curse, charging straight at you. But Satoru was faster. His arms wrapping around you, pulling you into the shelter of his protection just as the force of the curse struck both of you, throwing you several metres back into the structure.

The impact reverberated through your body as you slammed into the wall, air forcefully expelled from your lungs. Satoru's embrace barely cushioned the impact. Still, you felt his warmth. His familiar warmth. His cursed energy blazed around you like a shield. Debris rained down, crashing against Satoru's infinity.

"Are you hurt?"

Pain stabbed through your chest, making it hard to breathe. "No, I'm not," you lied, coughing through the dusty haze. Your hand hastily covering your mouth. Your fingers came away bloody. "Oh, fuck."

"Well, I hate to say 'I told you so', but—."

"You actually want to have this conversation right now?"

"You really don't want to learn, do you?" he challenged.

Satoru's hold on you loosened. "Stay down," he commanded, shifting to cover you. In an instant, Megumi's Divine Dog lunged towards another curse that materialized beside you, pinning it down and tearing its head off. Simultaneously, Satoru charged forward, engaging in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with the curse that had targeted you.

Shockwaves rippled through the air. Their movements were a blur. Strikes and parries too fast. Each exchanging multiple blows per second. Dodging and weaving. They moved with such incredible speed and precision that it was nearly impossible to keep up with their fight.

Adrenaline surged through your veins. Nobara and Yuji quickly rushed over to you.

"We should get going," Yuji said, but in that split second, Megumi's Divine Dog lunged at another approaching curse, catching you off guard. The alcohol had dulled your senses, causing you to react a moment too late. However, you weren't the only one struggling—Nobara was barely able to stand herself.

Fuck, at this rate, we're easy prey.

"Retreat!" Megumi shouted over the chaos as he fought another curse. At least he appeared to be somewhat sober and focused. However, in an instant, another curse emerged, splitting your group and forcing all of you to step back. Yuji wasted no time in confronting it, driving it away from Nobara and you.

But these were no ordinary curses. They were so fucking fast. And you too drunk.

Yuji's stamina faltered, his precision waning under the relentless pace. Sweat beaded and flung from his brow as he swung with diminishing accuracy.

Each of Yuji's strikes a beat behind the curse's lithe dodges. Exhaustion clawed at Yuji's stance. With a final surge of energy, Yuji lunged, aiming for the curse's core. But the creature dodged with mocking ease. It bounded against the building's wall, defying gravity, and launched itself in a lethal arc. Its foot struck Yuji on the side of the head, sending him flying backwards. He was knocked unconscious before the curse landed before him.

You sprinted toward him but were halted midway by a sorcerer—an enemy. 

How many of them were there? Where was Satoru? 

A sudden strike from the sorcerer snapped you back to reality. You barely managed to dodge it, stumbling to the floor before hastily regaining your feet. The persistent alcohol haze continued to pound in your skull, impairing your coordination. 

Then, another strike came, and you had to summon all your remaining strength to evade it. The sheer force of his blows that followed stunned you for a moment. You managed to raise your katana just in time, blocking a blow that could have knocked you cold—the impact sending shockwaves through your arms. 

Wait a second.

You weren't at school. You weren't on a mission. You didn't have your katana with you.

The realization dawned on you. The effects of the alcohol began to wear off. But it was already too late. Blood trickled down your arm and across your face, leaving a warm, crimson trail.

What the hell am I doing?

Nobara quickly rushed to your side, hurling nails into the sorcerers head and ending his threat. You pulled your arm back, sharp pain ripping through you as you saw the gruesome wound.

"What are you doing?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice.

You did not know either. You did not know anything anymore. 

But there was no time to think.

In a split second, you witnessed Satoru's cursed technique painting the sky red, followed by the howling of Megumi's Divine Dog. Your gaze darted from the unconscious Yuji on the ground to Nobara. 

Behind her the sorcerer. 

Your cry too late. 

She crumpled to the ground.

In the very next moment, the sorcerer lunged at you, causing you to stagger backward. The sorcerer's strikes landed with ruthless precision. The first two sending waves of pain through your body. Then came a barrage of blows that left you numb to the pain, a relentless onslaught you could no longer distinguish or feel.

Your vision clouded, making it difficult to see. Your other senses dulled by the alcohol. You knew you couldn't rely on your cursed technique in this state. All that remained was your physical strength, but even that was wearing thin.

Fuck. Think.

With a final, devastating strike, the sorcerer sent you hurtling backward. He seized you by the collar, effortlessly lifting you before flinging you at the remnants of the wall. Your head collided with unforgiving stone. Your vision erupted into darkness. Blinking slowly, you managed to regain some semblance of sight, just in time to witness the sorcerer looming over your limp form.

"You really aren't as special as you think, are you?"

Blood spilled onto the floor as you retorted, "Special enough for you to come all this way, didn't you?"

He chuckled. "And quite the big mouth, too."

Think. Think. Think. Think.

Suddenly you became aware of the river streaming a few metres away. In an instant, driven by adrenaline, you sprang to your feet. With all your strength, you lunged at the sorcerer, forcing him backwards and over the edge. The two of you hurtled headfirst into the river.

Upon impact, your senses abruptly shut down. You were completely engulfed by the biting cold; couldn't breathe, couldn't hear, couldn't see. Attempting to swim proved futile as the powerful current and your aching limbs defied your commands. Involuntarily, you choked as a torrent of water rushed into your mouth.

You didn't know how long you were in the water. 

How deep you had sunk. 

The neon lights slowly fading on the surface.

This is it. I'm going to die.

But strangely, it didn't feel as bad as you expected. There was no pain—your entire body had gone numb. Your mind blank. It wasn't such a terrible way to go. At least it was peaceful.

Suddenly, someone seized you firmly, and your eyes shot open.

Satoru pulled your head close to his, sealing your lips with a deep, urgent kiss. A small bubble of air passed between you. It wasn't much, but it cleared your vision, eased the burning in your lungs. Adrenaline surged through you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you both towards the surface.

Satoru hoisted you over the edge and out of the water. You collapsed, coughing and choking on the river water. Satoru, too, was trying to catch his breath as he collapsed beside you. You briefly glanced at your right arm. It was a gruesome sight and you couldn't bear to look at it. 

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

You didn't respond. You didn't know how to. For a moment, you had considered that maybe dying wouldn't be so terrible—it might solve all your problems and keep the others safe. 

Keep Satoru save.

"Hey, look at me," he insisted.

But you couldn't find the energy. You were too drained to feel much of anything. Satoru grasped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze. He wasn't angry. He was scared.

"Promise me this," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of your cheek, "—when we make it through this, you'll marry me."

Huh??

You blinked a few times, caught off guard by his words.

His gaze, unwavering, held you captive. "And promise me," he continued, "—that you won't pull any more reckless stunts that might get you killed until then."

You opened your mouth, but your voice betrayed you. Piercing sounds tore through the air. Sirens blared, so loud and close that it felt like they were ringing directly in your ears. The world around you seemed to spin. And then everything went black.

****

Dawn filtered through the windows, casting a soft light across the quiet room where Yuji lay resting. You were slumped in a chair beside him. Your sleep uneasy and shallow. The gentle touch on your shoulder stirred you awake, and you blinked into the morning light, finding Satoru besides you.

"How are you feeling?"

You stretched, feeling the stiffness of your muscles, the ache in your bones. A deep, sharp pain in your arm. "I've been better," you murmured, your fingers tracing the edge of the bandages around your arm. He pulled up a chair and sat down, facing you, his gaze resting heavily on you.

"How's Nobara and Megumi?" You asked.

"They're fine." He tilted his head slightly. "I'm more concerned about you."

You averted your gaze, fingers tugging nervously at the edges of your bandages. "I'm sorry, Satoru," you said after a pause. "I was so fucking stupid."

"You're young. It's ok to make mistakes."

You shot him a narrow-eyed glance. "Don't say that. I put everyone in danger."

How could you have been so foolish? With everything that's been happening, it was only a matter of time before someone seized an opportunity to attack you. Again.

"That's why I'm here," Satoru replied, reaching for your hand. His lips brushed against your knuckles in a tender kiss. "—to protect everyone, and your reckless ass."

It was meant to be light, to draw a smile from you, but the humor fell flat. Your heart felt heavy. You saw the strain behind his eyes, the unspoken fear that he masked with a joke. It was the look of someone who had seen too much, who bore the burden of keeping everyone safe—even from themselves.

You pulled your hand back. "You know, you could stand to be a little stricter with me."

Satoru leaned back. "Stricter, huh? I've tried, you know. But I guess I've accepted the fact that I'll spend my life chasing after you, protecting you from the world."

"Sounds exhausting."

He grinned. "Not if it's for you."

Your gaze drifted to Yuji, whose features were softened in sleep. Soft rays played upon his skin, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each steady, rhythmic breath. You leaned forward slightly to take his hand and stroke it gently.

"You know," Satoru's grin disappeared. "I have to apologize as well."

"For what?"

"I may have gone a bit overboard with my protectiveness."

You sighed, the adrenaline from the night still lingering. "Not really. In the end, you were right, and I was wrong. Maybe I am just too naive to handle things on my own."

"Naive? No, I'd say you're just unpredictably spontaneous. It keeps life thrilling."

"Thrilling, huh? Is that what we're calling near-death experiences these days?"

"Absolutely," he retorted with a chuckle. "And as for being too naive to handle things on your own—well, let's just say if being naive means charging headfirst into a river to drown a sorcerer, then I'm not sure 'naive' is the word we're looking for. Maybe 'fearlessly impulsive'?"

"Fearlessly impulsive? Only you would turn my stupidity into a compliment."

"Well, I have to find some way to make sense of your antics. Otherwise, I'm just the crazy guy running around Tokyo trying to save a girl who doesn't seem to want saving."

You met his gaze again. "Maybe that's exactly what you are."

"Ah," he said with a theatrical sigh, "—the crazy guy with the even crazier girl. Sounds like a perfect match to me."

The room settled back into silence, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of Yuji's slumber.

"So, what's your answer?" Satoru asked after a pause.

"To what?"

"My proposal," he said with a dry tone.

A sudden tightness enveloped your chest, making each breath feel shallower. Your gaze shifted to a distant point outside the window, focusing on anything but the seriousness in Satoru's eyes. "You wouldn't want to marry someone like me."

"Because you think you're broken?"

"Because I am a mess," you turned to him. "—and certainly not suited for the Gojo clan."

He leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. "Do you really think that matters to me?"

Your silence was answer enough.

"I want you," Satoru said. "All I'm waiting for is you to stop fighting it."

Satoru's gaze was patient, unwavering, as if he could afford to wait a lifetime for you to lower the walls you'd so meticulously built.

"You don't know what you're asking," you said finally.

"But I do," Satoru countered firmly. "I want you, with all the chaos and battles you bring into my life. Even though you push me to the brink of madness sometimes. You're the person I love, and I won't hesitate to remind you of that every day."

He reached out, gently sweeping a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm asking for you—all of you, for all of time," he continued. "Even if it means facing hell itself, I want to face it with you."

You found yourself leaning into the caress. His hand warm against your skin. His expression held a sincerity that made your heart race, a sincerity that made the idea of a future together seem not just possible, but real. 

Yet, you were at a loss for words, unable to answer. The confession he longed to hear remained trapped behind fear. Even though every fiber of your being yearned for him to claim you as his own. Still, the vulnerability of uttering those three little words felt like stepping into the abyss.

"I've never said that I love you," you said quietly.

Satoru smiled faintly. "No need to. I see it in your eyes."

Before you could respond, a groggy voice sliced through the silence.

"Hey, if you guys are getting married, can we have one of those chocolate fountains?" Yuji mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes blinked open, unfocused, as he tried to sit up, looking from you to Satoru with a dazed expression. "With, like, an infinite supply of strawberries?"

Satoru turned to him, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, we'll have that. And not just strawberries—let's throw in marshmallows, cookies, everything."

You tried to interject. "Wait, we're not planning the—" 

But the conversation was already spiraling out of control. Yuji building on the momentum, sitting up with an excitement that made you question how 'asleep' he had been. "Oh, and we need one of those bouncy castles! No wedding is complete without one. And can I be the best man? I've got some killer moves for the reception!"

Satoru laughed. "You're in, Yuji. But only if you promise to keep your shirt on during those 'killer moves'."

"And don't forget the ice cream truck! Every epic wedding needs an endless supply of ice cream," Yuji declared, sitting up straighter, his energy infectious.

Satoru nodded enthusiastically. "And about the venue—why not the Edo Castle? We need a place that can handle our kind of crowd."

You sighed. "This sounds more like a child's birthday than a wedding."

Yuji's eyes shone with a mischievous glint as he leaned toward you. "Come on, imagine it! The bouncy castle will be the hit of the night, and you, soaring through the air in your wedding dress—it'd be legendary!"

You couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled up at the image he painted. It was ludicrous, utterly fanciful, and yet—oddly charming in its way. Turning to Satoru with a playful roll of your eyes, you conceded, "Well, it seems you've got everything planned out. You just need a bride then."

Satoru met your gaze, his eyes alight with a challenge. "I'm working on it," he replied, his voice tinged with confidence. "But I've got my sights set on the best one out there. She's a bit stubborn, but she'll come around." He winked, and the promise in his words was clear—he wasn't one to back down.

Pain.

"Fuck," you cursed as you crumpled over, clutching your arm.

The playful banter was abruptly replaced by a merciless, searing agony in your arm—the same arm that had been wounded the previous night. Shoko had tended to it, and it should have been healing, but the pain intensified, surging like wildfire through your veins.

You hastily began to unwrap the bandages, a sense of dread gnawing at the pit of your stomach. As the last layer came off, the room fell into silence. Your arm was an unnatural, disturbing shade of purple and blue, the discoloration spreading ominously from the wound.

"What the—" Yuji gasped, leaning in for a closer look.

Satoru's expression turned grave as he swiftly seized your arm, carefully examining it. His fingers gently probed the discolored skin.

"This doesn't seem like a normal injury," Yuji added. "Could it be some kind of poison or a lingering effect from a cursed technique?"

"Poison??" you echoed.

"Is it spreading?" Yuji continued, his voice rising. "I mean, could it get worse?"

"Worse??"

Satoru remained uncharacteristically silent. He studied your arm with an intensity that was almost unnerving, his brows furrowed. The absence of his usual confident demeanor was more alarming than any of Yuji's anxious questions.

"Satoru?" you asked, your voice trembling. His silence was unlike him, and in that moment, it was the loudest thing in the room.

Satoru finally raised his head. His eyes locking with yours and you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—was it fear? Terror? It was hard to tell, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"We need to get you to Shoko," he said. "Now."

****

The violet hue had spread further.

The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic. Harsh, clinical fluorescent lighting cast stark, sterile shadows across the crisp white walls.

Shoko examined your arm, her gloved hands carefully assessing the discolored and painful area. "It's definitely a cursed technique," she confirmed. "The discoloration and pain are typical of a curse's influence."

"How do we stop it?" Satoru asked.

Removing her gloves, Shoko glanced up, her expression grave. "The only way to reverse this is for the caster to undo it." 

Satoru's jaw clenched.

"That's going to be a problem," Yuji remarked. "She... she drowned the sorcerer in the river."

"—along with herself." Satoru added the grim detail as if it was just another piece of information.

You shot Satoru a sharp glance but his expression remained cold.

"Drowned him?" Shoko moved to her desk, her mind working through the implications. "If he were dead, the curse should be gone. He must be alive somewhere."

Yuji chimed in. "But we have no idea where. He could be anywhere by now."

Shoko exhaled heavily. "Then we have a serious issue. Without the caster, this technique will keep spreading. It could be lethal."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Your heart raced, panic setting in at the thought of the cursed technique slowly killing you—a ticking time bomb.

At that moment, Megumi burst into the room. "How bad is it?" 

His wide eyes scanned the scene, locking onto your arm, where the unnatural color stood out even more under the harsh, clinical lighting. Megumi crossed the room and took your arm, his fingers carefully exploring the discolored skin.

Satoru, standing just a step away, observed the interaction, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. You didn't need to look at him to sense it. His hands tensed at his sides, a clear sign of the effort it took to restrain himself.

"It's spreading," his fingers traced the edges of the discolored skin. "We need to find a cure or a way to extract it."

"We guessed as much," Satoru replied, his voice tinged with a hint of irony. His gaze remained fixed on the spot where Megumi's hands touched your skin.

After a brief silence, Yuji spoke up. "Is there any way we can locate the sorcerer? Or break the technique without him?"

Shoko gently shook her head. "Breaking the technique without the caster's intervention is nearly impossible. Cursed techniques are bound by their users, and only they have the ability to undo them."

Megumi's gaze shifted to Shoko. "So, we're just supposed to wait around while this curse eats her alive?"

Somehow you regretted trying to drown the sorcerer. Or perhaps that you had not drowned yourself successfully.

Shoko empathized with his urgency but remained practical. "I'll do my best to alleviate the symptoms and slow down the progression, but I can't promise a complete cure without the caster's cooperation."

"Wait, she can manipulate cursed energy. Why not this curse?" Yuji asked.

All eyes turned to you, the weight of their expectations heavy in the air. "I don't know if this will work."

"Try it," Satoru commanded.

The room fell silent.

You took a deep breath and focused on the cursed energy coursing through your veins. The ominous colour that had stained your arm seemed to pulse in response, as if mocking your attempts to control it.

Gritting your teeth, you tried to manipulate the curse, to command it to recede, to dissipate like smoke in the wind. But the harder you concentrated, the more the pain intensified, surging through your entire body like a searing fire. Every nerve screamed in protest and your vision blurred from the agony.

"I can't," you gasped, your voice strained as you released your hold on the cursed energy. The violet hue on your arm remained as stubborn and unyielding as ever, if not more pronounced. 

Satoru's expression darkened. "I'll start looking immediately for that bastard sorcerer."

"I'm coming with you," Megumi declared firmly, with Yuji nodding in agreement.

"No, wait," you attempted to interject, but Megumi, Yuji, and Satoru were already poised to leave. Megumi turned to you. "We'll fix this. Just hold on."

Panic surged through you as the reality of their departure set in. 

No. 

No. 

This can't be happening.

Your voice cracked as you shouted their names. 

"Come back to me, you hear?"

But they left without a second wasted, their steps echoing down the empty corridor, and you remained alone in the now silent room. 

So stupid. 

Seconds stretched into minutes. Each passing moment added to the growing void that enveloped you. The weight of your choices pressed down, and you wished you could turn back time. But you can't.

So fucking stupid. 

Your fists clenched tightly, nails digging into your palms until they started to bleed. 

How could you be so fucking stupid.

Shoko unfolded your clenched fists, revealing the crescent marks your nails had left in your skin. "Easy, sweet girl," she soothed.

"It's all my fault," you murmured, barely audible. "I keep putting them in danger."

"They are sorcerers. This is the life they chose. Don't carry the burden of their decisions."

As she spoke, she applied her reverse cursed technique to your hands. The sting of the cuts faded away as swiftly as they had appeared. You clenched your fists a few times to relieve the tension.

"How long do I have left?"

Shoko hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. The pause was enough to tighten the knot of fear in your stomach. "A week, maybe."

The room felt colder—emptier.

A week. 

Each tick of the clock felt like a countdown now.

Tick.

A constant reminder that time was slipping away.

Tick.

And you had no idea if you could find a solution before it was too late.

Tick.

****

Christmas at Jujutsu High was far from the festive celebration one might have hoped for, especially under the current circumstances. With Satoru and the others out there, risking their lives to rectify your mistake, the holiday spirit was the last thing on your mind. Instead, you were left in the company of Nobara and Maki, each dealing with the situation in their own unique way.

The school was quieter than usual. You sat in the common room, a half-hearted attempt at celebrating Christmas. Yet, the festive decorations appeared out of context. A small tree stood in the corner, adorned with a mess of decorations—its cheerful sparkle felt cruel.

"Well, at least we've got the place to ourselves. Who needs a bunch of noisy guys around, right?" Nobara tried to sound upbeat, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

Maki chimed in. "Yeah, enjoy the peace and quiet. It's not every Christmas you get a cursed technique as a gift. Talk about unique presents."

You couldn't help but wince at the joke. It was too close to the bone. 

Over the past two days, the sinister purple hue of the poison had crept insidiously beyond the confines of your arm, now tracing a chilling path up your neck and across your chest. Each morning revealed a further spread of the discoloration.

The thought that you might still have a week suddenly seemed optimistic—the reality was unfolding much faster and more aggressively.

The conversation drifted to attempts at normalcy, discussing plans for New Year's Eve, but your thoughts kept circling back to Satoru and the others. Were they all right? Had they found any leads? The worry gnawed at you, a constant reminder that time was running out.

"Hey, lavender girl. You're with us, remember? They're strong; they'll be fine."

You ignored the 'lavender girl'.

"Yeah," Maki added. "Besides, if it's anyone's last Christmas, it's probably yours, right?"

You ignored that too.

The afternoon wore on, filled with half-hearted attempts at festivity. Nobara and Maki came up with one bad idea after another. Now you decorated gingerbread cookies. It was Nobara's idea. Fucking gingerbread cookies. Each sugary smile you piped felt like a mockery of the situation.

"Look," Nobara picked up a gingerbread man. "I made a cookie version of you—starts off sweet but ends up cursed!"

A dry chuckle escaped your lips as you inspected the gingerbread man with its half-violet coating and two X's marking its eyes. It was a dark yet fitting joke. "I guess that makes it the most authentic gingerbread man here."

"And here's mine," Maki held up a gingerbread figure that was missing an arm. "It's Gojo after he comes back from saving you."

Nobara laughed. "Oh, we're terrible. This is what happens when you leave three sorcerers alone on Christmas with a bunch of cookies."

Nobara picked up another gingerbread figure, this one decorated with wild icing patterns. "And this one's Yuji, right? Looks just as confused as he does half the time."

"Yeah, but at least the cookie doesn't scream as much," Maki quipped, earning a snort of laughter from Nobara.

What's wrong with them? 

Should you be seriously concerned about their mental health?

You continued to pipe icing on the gingerbread figures. But it became increasingly difficult to move your right hand. It was now fully violet, poisoned from the curse, only the fingertips retaining their normal skin color. The discomfort grew more evident with each squeeze of the icing bag. A sharp twinge shot up your arm.

"This all sucks," you slammed your hand down on the counter, the pain momentarily overshadowing. "What are we even doing here?"

Your voice echoed in the room. Maki and Nobara looked at you. In the midst of your frustration, your phone buzzed, breaking the heavy silence that had settled in the room. You glanced at the screen. It was Megumi.

"We're all okay. Might have a lead on the sorcerer. Don't worry too much."

Reading the words, a wave of relief washed over you. They were safe, for now. But at the same time, a surge of frustration and anxiety welled up within you. Why hadn't he said more? Why hadn't Satoru called? Where were they even? Did they sleep enough? Eat enough?

You hated that you couldn't do anything for them. That you were left behind; unable to do anything. The idea of baking gingerbread cookies for their return now felt like a cruel joke. Your arm throbbed heavily. You grabbed it and wished you could rip it off.

"That's it. We're going outside," Nobara announced.

Before you could protest, she was already ushering you and Maki out of the room. The cold air hit you as you stepped outside, the school grounds blanketed in a thick layer of snow. Nobara led you both to the training ground; the snow crunching under your feet.

There, she hastily thrust bows into your hands. "We're going to let it all out," she declared, setting up targets across the field. You looked at the bow in your hands, then at Maki, who seemed equally surprised by Nobara's sudden initiative.

Nobara had quickly sketched out caricatures of curses on pieces of paper. She diligently hung them on the targets, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Should I draw a Gojo target too?"

You had no idea if it was a joke or if she was serious.

"Or maybe Megumi?" she continued.

"Neither," you responded just as your first arrow whistled through the air, narrowly missing Nobara and embedding itself in the target. "Yeah," Maki's bow followed closely. "Let's just focus on these," she urged.

You took your position. Drawing the bowstring back, you felt the tension in your muscles despite the pain, the cold air biting at your cheeks. Releasing the arrow, you watched as it flew across the field, striking the target with a satisfying thud.

That was much better than making fucking gingerbread.

Draw. Aim. Release. Again. Draw. Aim. Release. Again. After several rounds, you all paused, catching your breath in the crisp winter air. Nobara, retrieving her arrows, turned to you with a smirk. "You're pretty good at this. Sure you don't want to put a Gojo target up there? Might be therapeutic."

You couldn't help but smile. "No, thanks. I think I'm good without imagining I'm shooting at him."

Maki chuckled, joining in. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind a few rounds at a Gojo target myself. Just for stress relief, of course."

"You know," Nobara said as she nocked another arrow, "—this could be our new training regimen. Anger management through archery."

"Seems effective," you agreed, feeling a bit more relaxed as you lined up another shot.

Maki nodded, releasing another arrow. "Definitely better than meditation or whatever else they try to make us do. I prefer action."

Arrows flew, one after the other, finding their mark with satisfying thuds. The rhythm of drawing, aiming, and releasing had become almost meditative—a much-needed distraction. In a fleeting moment between one arrow's release and the next, you paused. The bow lowered in your hands. "Satoru asked me to marry him."

The statement hung in the air. Nobara and Maki froze. Their jaws might as well have hit the snow-covered ground.

"What? Fucking Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer on earth, proposed to you?"

Nobara blinked a few times, as if to clear her vision or perhaps to make sure she hadn't misheard. "Wait, wait, wait. Are we talking about the same Satoru? The one with blindfold and white hair? That Satoru Gojo??"

You raised your bow again and aimed. "Yeah, that very Satoru Gojo."

A moment of silence passed before both of them burst out laughing. "Wow," Nobara managed to say between giggles. "This is—I mean, congratulations, but wow!"

Maki shook her head, still chuckling. "I guess this means our little archery session here is technically your bachelorette party, huh?"

"Wait," Nobara halted. "You did say'yes', right?"

You paused, your bow still raised. "I—I didn't get the chance to answer. We were interrupted."

Nobara's eyes widened. "You left Satoru Gojo hanging? Now that's something I'd have paid to see."

Maki cocked her head. "But you're going to say yes, right? I mean, it's Satoru Gojo we're talking about."

"I guess I should," you said, lowering the bow. "Shouldn't I?"

"You'd be stupid not to," Nobara shook her head in disbelief. "He's been mooning over you with those puppy eyes. I swear, I've never seen him like that with anyone else."

"True," Maki agreed. "Even I noticed it, and I usually don't pay attention to these things."

Curiosity gleamed in Nobara's eyes as she leaned in closer. "Okay, but you have to tell us how he did it. Satoru Gojo proposing must have been something out of the ordinary, right?"

You hesitated. Remembering that he had literally asked you to marry him, to stop you doing stupid things. Like trying to kill yourself.  "It doesn't really matter how he asked," you said. "At this rate, with the poison spreading, I might not even make it to the end of the week."

Nobara stopped smiling.

A sudden wave of powerful cursed energy sent shivers down your spine. You turned.

"Are you the one afflicted with the curse?"

Yuta Okkotsu approached you, a figure you recognized only from photos and the stories told by others. His presence was commanding, his gaze intense but not unkind. 

You nodded.

Yuta's eyes briefly scanned the visible violet hue on your skin. "Gojo-Sensei and the others might have cornered the sorcerer responsible. I'm heading out to back them up," his tone suggesting urgency.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. "I'm coming with you."

Nobara and Maki immediately tensed. "You should stay here," Maki said firmly, looking at you. "It's safer, and we can't risk the curse getting worse."

But you were resolute. "I can't just sit here and do nothing while they're out there because of me. I need to be there."

Yuta observed you closely. His expression unreadable as he surveyed your exposed, discolored skin, now riddled with pulsing veins. Anticipating his words, you cut in firmly, "Don't pity me. I can still handle myself."

Yuta paused, considering the situation. His gaze met yours. "I'm not in a position to give you orders," he finally said, a subtle nod indicating his acceptance of your decision.

Maki exhaled sharply. "This is insane. You know that, right?" She crossed her arms. "You can barely stand without faltering every few steps."

They were right. The poison coursing through your veins was taking its toll, sapping your strength and clouding your judgement. But the harsh reality was that, with the poison's relentless spread, it might already be too late to make a difference, no matter what actions you took. 

At that moment, a sharp, icy sensation shot through your face, as if a cold spear were tracing a slow, deliberate path along the right side of your jaw. The curse crept with an unnerving stealth; silently marking its territory on your skin.

"I know the risks," you replied.

Yuta regarded you for a moment longer before turning towards the exit. "We should move quickly then. Time is of the essence."

As you followed him, Nobara and Maki reluctantly fell into step beside you. "I now know why Gojo always says you're stubborn,"  Nobara said, a small smile played on her lips. "But I like that about you."

****

You were adrift in a sea of thoughts, unaware of your surroundings or the passage of time. The journey's duration—whether it was an hour or twenty—blurred into a haze. Is Satoru even still alive? Are Megumi and Yuji all right? Are they hurt?

Stepping out of the car, you mechanically followed Yuta. Smoke and ash filled the air.

It was strange.

As you moved closer to the site, the poison within you seemed to spread more rapidly; weaving its way through your veins with a newfound urgency. Each step felt like it stirred the curse to life, hastening its spread. The world around you tilted and swayed, blurring the lines between reality and haze. The surroundings felt surreal, almost detached from reality.

Step.

The curse spread further.

Step.

The pain intensified.

The curse's relentless spread soon reached parts of your face, its insidious presence clouding your vision. It enveloped your body to such an extent that walking became an excruciating effort.

Maki and Nobara were quick to notice. They came to your aid, each taking an arm to support you, to help you—to help you walk. It's pathetic.

No got for anything after all. 

So stupid.

Breathing became torturous. Your lungs seared with every breath, as if scorched by the curse itself. How much time remained for you? Hours? Minutes?

Spilled blood traced marble patterns into white snow.

Amidst this turmoil, one hope clung tenaciously to your heart—the desire to see Satoru one last time. To lay eyes on him, if only once more.

"What the hell—" Nobara stopped.

You found yourself on the precipice of what used to be a bustling part of the city, now reduced to a desolate battlefield. Buildings lay in ruins. Debris littered the ground. Smoke curled into the sky. Nothing human moved. The only sounds were the wind rustling through shattered glass and the soft falling of snow.

It smelled like burnt flesh.

For a long time, none of you could speak. You looked at Yuta, but his face was a mask.

"What the fuck did happen?" Maki inquired, her voice edged as she surveyed the destruction.

Yuta remained silent, his expression grave. Somehow, you felt that he knew only too well what had happened. When he turned to you, his gaze confirmed your thoughts without a word.

"Did Gojo do this?" Maki pressed.

"Do you know someone else, able to erase a whole city?" Nobara said dryly. She covered her nose, trying to shield herself from the acrid stench of burnt flesh that permeated the air.

"The civilians were evacuated in time," Yuta remarked, as if he sensed your unspoken fear of seeing corpses.

You remained motionless. It was a long time before you remembered how to breathe. The devastation before you too horrific to fully process. Your eyes watered. The stench was overwhelming.

Maybe it was the poison, maybe it was your mind—clouding your senses—trying to protect you; protect you from the harsh reality of what Satoru Gojo—the man you loved—was capable of.

You always saw it. Always knew that he was ruthless when he had no one holding him back. He loved the fray. Just as much as you did.

Suddenly, cutting through the haze, a familiar voice called out your name. 

Then a face. 

Then a smile.

Megumi.

Megumi.

The pain seemed to vanish. 

You rushed towards him; heart pounding like a wildfire. His eyes widened in shock at your appearance, but you barely registered his reaction. All you wanted in that moment was to feel the warmth of his presence against your increasingly cold skin.

Your nearly caused him to stumble as you desperately clung to him. "Easy," he managed to say, his voice strained with effort. He was wounded, more severely than you had ever seen him. The sight of his injuries almost made you cry.

"Are you okay? Are you fine?" you asked quickly, your words tumbling out in a rush of worry and relief; his presence a painfully missed sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

"I'm fine," he reassured you, pulling you closer, his arms around you. You could feel the steady beat of his heart—feel the warmth of his presence—smell his scent. It felt like home. You wanted to stand forever in his embrace.

"I'm more worried about you," he said. Gently, he pushed you back just enough to take a closer look at your skin. His eyes darkened. "Fuck, why is it spreading so fast?"

"It started accelerating as soon as we got closer," Nobara added, her voice close behind you as she moved nearer.

Megumi's gaze shifted sharply to Yuta, his expression hardening. "We have to finish this now. We need to take him down."

What?

"You haven't killed him yet?" Maki echoed your thoughts.

Megumi averted his gaze. His arm still securely around your waist. You looked up at him. "Gojo has him cornered. He believes this sorcerer knows something crucial, something that could end all of this."

"And that's worth more than her life?" Nobara shouted.

"We didn't realize the poison had progressed this far," Megumi admitted, his tone laced with regret.

"You never thought of asking?" Nobara accused Megumi.

Wait.

If he's still alive, that means—

"I need to see him," you cut Nobara off, addressing Megumi. "Take me to that sorcerer."

"Are you out of your mind? We should just call Gojo and have him take care of it. In your condition, you might not even get there."

"I don't care!"

Megumi shook his head hastily. "We can't take that risk."

"Don't treat me like fragile glass, Megumi. Not now."

"Hard when you look like you're dying."

You paused for a second.

Leaning in closer, you lowered your voice so only Megumi could hear. "Megumi, If you have even the slightest feeling for me, you'll take me to him."

He looked tired. He looked sad. He looked scared. All at once, as he looked down at you. "You're asking too much," he said, his voice hoarse.

"And I know you hate me for it."

It was unfair of you. You knew it. You saw it.

However, the urgency of the situation was clear in your mind. If they killed the sorcerer, you might never get the answers you needed. You weren't stupid enough to think that Satoru would wait a second to kill the sorcerer when they called him—when they told him what state you were in. You had to be there first.

Megumi's eyes searched yours for a moment. "Then let's go."

****

The screaming was the first thing you heard. 

Then the sound of punches. 

Then blood spitting onto the ground.

It hurt—seeing him like that fucking hurt. 

Blood stained his clothes. His white hair tinted red. Scratches across his arms. His frame marred by injuries that seemed impossible.

Amidst the debris and the remains of the battle, Satoru Gojo stood, his presence dominating the space. He was interrogating the sorcerer—no, torturing the sorcerer. His voice cut through the din with a sharp, merciless edge as he landed another bow on the sorcerer's face. Bones gave way to his force.

You, too, had lost yourself in battle. You had gone further than you should have, had hurt others when you should have stopped.  But this—

You tried not to cry.

It was odd. It was odd that Satoru did not seem to be aware of your presence as you approached. He always had an uncanny ability to sense you, often joking about being able to detect your 'reckless ass' even if you were on another continent.

The fact that he hadn't noticed you yet was unsettling. He was so lost in madness that it eclipsed everything else—even you.

And then Yuji. 

Yuji looked defeated. As if he had seen death himself. He sat on the remains of what looked like a building, his head down, staring into nothingness. It broke your heart to see him like that. He didn't deserve this. Not him. Not Megumi. No one.

It was your fault. Your battle. Not theirs.

"Satoru," you whispered, blood slowly trickling from the corner of your mouth as you spoke. Megumi's hand was still around your waist, supporting you as you felt the last grains of your strength slipping away. Time was running out. You felt it.

In an instant, as if jolted from a trance, Satoru's head snapped in your direction. His eyes wide in terror with a color you'd never seen before. He was by your side in a heartbeat. Swiftly, he took you from Megumi's supportive hold.

"Oh love," he pressed you tightly against his chest, as if he feared you would vanish at any second. It almost hurt. The usual barrier of his infinity seemed to falter, his cursed energy swirling chaotically around him. His fingers trembled as they brushed against your skin, tracing the path of the poison that marred your skin. 

"What happened here?" you asked.

"There were so many—too many." His words quivered in the air, a tone of vulnerability you had never heard from him before.

Your heart ached at the sight of him. "I'm sorry, Satoru—," you said gently. In that moment, he seemed more in need of saving than you. You struggled to maintain composure, the pain in his eyes nearly derailing your resolve. "—but you need to help me now."

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours. But your attention was swiftly drawn to something behind him.

Behind Satoru, amidst the wreckage, the bruised sorcerer's gaze lifted to meet yours. He sat propped against the remnants of a building. Nanami beside him, holding him in place. Despite his bruised and bloodied state, the sorcerer's bloodshot eyes gleamed with a disturbing glee. His lips curled into a smile. He smiled. He mocked you.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. You clenched involuntarily.

Satoru's gaze flickered briefly to the sorcerer, then back to you. 

"Kill him!" Satoru shouted over his shoulder at Nanami.

Nanami, poised to deliver a fatal blow.

"No!" you screamed, louder than Satoru, pushing yourself out of his grip. You tried to run towards the sorcerer. But Satoru was quick to stop you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back.

Nanami's arm cocked back, ready to strike at any second.

"Don't!"

"What are you saying?" Satoru abruptly swung you around, yanking at your shoulders, nearly making you cry out in pain. "You're dying!" he shouted. Then he turned to Nanami again. "Kill him!!"

You struggled against Satoru's grip. Fingers digging into his skin. "Fuck! Satoru, let me go!"

Nanami's arm snapped forward with blinding speed.

"There's a mole in your school."

Nanami froze. Everyone froze.

The sorcerer spoke. His teeth were stained red.

"There's a mole in your school, leaking every move you make," he rasped.

You tried to push Satoru desperately aside, but it was in vain. "Who is it?" you demanded of the sorcerer.

It was a trap. Of course it was. Every second he gained was a second you lost. But you played along. Either it was the poison that will kill you, or these people who were after your head. It didn't matter.

"Kill him, Nanami!"

Yet, Nanami hesitated.

Satoru moved to end the sorcerer himself. You reached out. Your hands grabbed Satoru's collar. "I swear to God, Satoru, if you won't let me have my way, I'll never marry you!" Your voice cracked, spilling blood as you screamed at him.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock. It was unfair. But right now, you had other worries. He cursed under his breath. His hold on you tightened as you almost fainted in his arms. Yet you persisted. "Who is it?"

The sorcerer coughed. "You're looking in the wrong direction."

He's trying to buy time.

"Nanami!" Satoru yelled again. His gaze sweeping over Yuta, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Maki. They stood motionless. Either terror or tears filled their eyes.

"Who the hell is it?" You shouted as you clung to Satorus' arms, which held you back.

"You should really pay a visit to—" The sorcerer, choking on his own blood, struggled to answer.

The venomous curse within you was killing you. You could feel it. Your lungs burned as if filled with molten lead. Your vision started to dim, the edges darkening, closing in like the final curtain of a tragic play. Still you pushed further.

"Say it, you asshole!"

Then everything went black. 

But it wasn't the poison. 

Satoru had knocked you out.

The last sound you heard was the slicing of flesh.

➸ continue reading part seven

a/n: thanks for reading and have a lovely day or night! <3

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IMAGINING. . . SOOBIN W TATTOOS !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — suggestive asfff, slight fluff, s2l!au kinda, | w — sexual tension type like a lot, pool scene, mentions of reader wearing revealing clothing (again it's literally a pool scene), mention of cigs somewhere + not really proofread

A/N — based on a thirst trap I saw on ig you have me on chokehold for the rest of the month <3 idc if the concept doesn't fit I needed it.

🖇️ READ PART TWO HERE !!

PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY ARIANA GRANDE'S “BREAK UP W/ YOUR GIRLFRIEND” MV & SONG

you've been friends with soobin for quite some time now— you kicked it off at a cafe when your friend wanted to meet up after coming back to town. she had a few other friends there with her, choi soobin being one of them. “dude, you have to meet soobin,” you recalled your friend telling you, that you he was this fun guy with a great fashion sense, and you'd just brushed her aside, not paying too much attention.

but now, you kind of wished you did. soobin wasn't anything like you imagined. you probably pictured an average looking guy with a personality that reached depths, maybe wore a few fashionable pieces here and there. but you didn't expect him to have wear the simplest outfits, and yet look like— well, the way he did.

you eyed him in a white t shirt covering all of his arms, the thin material subtilty revealing dark outlines on his skin, a delicate pendant around his neck and fluffy hair brushed aside to make room for his glasses. and when he smiled at a joke your friend made...shit. he was kind of cute.

and soobin made his efforts to talk to you, but you couldn't help but focus on his body language— his fingers gripping his forearm, his jacket riding down to show a few tattoos on his shoulder— and you'd mask a smile at him when you'd hear him repeat a question he asked you earlier, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on his thigh.

and you'd see soobin when your friends hung out often— usually sitting in one of the corners of the table where you could observe everyone talk, and then driving people home in his car. but, despite his appearance, soobin was a sweet fucking guy. always offering you a napkin at dinner or lending you his jacket on a particularly windy night.

and everytime he stretched while he silently watched everyone talk at the table, you noticed there was something scribbled on his soft skin underneath his full sleeve shirt. and he'd catch you staring sometimes, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bent over to tap you on your knee, asking with a small smile if you're lost in thought.

so maybe, soobin had been growing on you. just a bit.

and the night you left a party after arguing with your ex about how you don't want to “try again,” some back and forth between bittersweet, blaring music & heated expressions flashing through shifting lights— your relationship had come to an end as abruptly as it had started, and you intended to keep it that way. refusing with a harsh pull, you rubbed your bare arms as you walked away, sliding between sweaty bodies in the tight room.

and you remember taking a seat outside, trying to wrap yourself in a shawl as cold wind nipped at your bare legs, muttering curses to your ex. the uncomfortably irritating sound of a couple making out in the corner was making your headache worse, as blaring music from inside muffled with the blowing wind.

you glanced down at your phone, knowing it'll offer you better entertainment than whatever was inside, when you saw a couple of texts from soobin a few hours ago.

SOOBIN

[11:12 pm] hey, y/n, how's the party?

how was the party? you scoffed to yourself, cigarette smoke wafting around in the air as you twiddled your thumbs hovering above the keyboard, trying to think of a response— when you reached over and pressed the call button, not really expecting him to pick up. “hey, soobin. I know it's super late, but can you pick me up?”

and soobin's response was a bit delayed, as if he was shocked you called, but he replied with something that sounded in-between a ‘sure’ and a hum, his voice hoarse. “oh, soobin. did I wake you up?”

“no, no. I was wide awake,” then you heard him yawn. your cheeks flushed as you tapped your foot to the ground, “sorry about that, soobin.”

he ignored your apology, mumbling at you to send him your location with another yawn. maybe you should have thought twice before calling him at nearly 4 in the night. but you didn't know that soobin was secretly over the moon at you calling him, he was just too sleepy to show it— every second he got, he had always picked to be your side. slowing down his pace to walk beside you, or discreetly allowing his fingers to brush against yours whenever he got a chance to, had his heart beating like crazy. you had his heart beating like crazy.

and when you finally sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car after a few more calls he made confirming your location— fuck.

you knew there was something suspicious about soobin always wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the hottest weather possible, but last thing you expected was him having an arm full of tattoos resting on the wheel, the other out the window. his designs slowly circled and disappeared behind the strap of his black tank top. and when your eyes trailed below towards his sleeping shorts, accidentally catching them riding up as he bent over to lower the aircon—

you snapped your eyes forward, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. your fingers clutching the end of your shawl tightened.

and little did you know, soobin did it on purpose. he'd seen the way you looked at him, your eyes slyly (or not) slipping down to gaze at his arm flex when he scratched the back of his neck or readjusted his hair, a guilty, dark shift to your eyes when you'd notice his fingers on his thighs. and was it that bad to admit he liked it when he saw the expression on your face lightly change when you noticed a tattoo peeking out? you'd slowly press your legs together, a hand moving to hide your face as you'd look the other direction, trying to focus at the conversation everyone else was involved in. but he'd see you slowly default back to him, and everytime, he'd feel a tingle in his stomach when you'd lick your lips, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

“how are you? how was the party?” he gave you a sleepy smile in the car, his eyes glazing over you. you looked towards him, pressing your lips together at the way his hair fluffed up, his hand rubbing his thigh as he leaned his head back to the headrest, revealing the shape of his jaw—“good. met my ex. not doing that again,” you nodded, earning a small chuckle from him.

and throughout the drive, you felt yourself slipping into sleep, accidentally focusing on your reflection in the windshield instead of the traffic. your eyelids closing, the soft bass of a summer song playing in the background, the fresh car scent wafting around you— before the car would jerk, shooting you awake. “sorry,” soobin would mumble, throwing you an apologetic look before he'd suggest you lay your seat back, allowing you to sleep in a more comfortable position. and you remember refusing, curling into a ball to sleep instead.

and occasionally, a speeding car would pass by an intersection, and soobin would lean his arm out to stop you from falling forward as the car came to a sudden stop, a serious expression on his face as he asked you, “you okay?” and the two of you would trail your eyes down to his hand on your bare thigh, hearts skipping beats. and he'd snap his hand back, apologizing and trying to clear his intentions, when you'd just giggle him an, “its okay!” thanking him for looking out for you. and the drive would start again, and he'd yawn after hearing you yawn yet again, eyelashes bearing sleepy tears.

and right before he dropped you off at your place, he turned his body to face you, scratching the back of his neck. he was telling you something about not hesitating to call him, but did he really think you'd pay attention? your eyes watched the way his detailed arms flexed when he ran his hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the material of his shorts. your eyes watched the stars sprinkled across his collarbones attentively, wishing you could see the designs that hid behind his clothes.

and when soobin held a small ‘get together’ as he called it— was really a party— you thought you'd really never lived. you weren't planning on going, but after being urged by everyone in your circle, there you were, wearing swimming clothes underneath your dress and holding hands with your friend as you walked into the venue.

and eyeing soobin in the crowd, soft giggles and hushed whispers as the bass snuck up your legs— and you felt your stomach tighten when he glanced over towards you, a hand gesturing to come closer.

and dipping your feet as you watched everyone urge soobin to jump in the pool— him shyly refusing with a shake of his hand as he backed away, trying not to glance at you, sitting sweetly as your legs tread in the water. and he didn't notice someone sneak behind him, pushing him in, earning cheers from everyone around. and when he came up to the surface— beads of water dripping down as he pushed his hair back with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows, his dimples suddenly popping out. and he noticed you giggling as he pulled his top off, your eyes glazing over the chain that hung in the dents of his shoulders and collarbones, and he broke out into a smile, slowly walking towards you. “come on, y/n, jump in.”

you refused without actually meaning to, but then, everyone started a chant lead by soobin— and the last thing you remember before your ears crashed against the surface of the water was soobin's chin coming to rest on your knees, tilting his head with a smirk as he snaked his hands around your thighs to pull you in.

and everyone followed suit, splashes of water against your cheeks as soobin held your arms, laughing as the waves hit your face.

and everything happened so fast, his arms clinging to you when someone splashed water on you, or him wiping the water out of his face with a soft gasp. his hand on your waist, your leg slowly wrapping around his waist as he pushed you into a corner when everyone left to grab towels— bending lower, almost underneath the water when you felt his breath hit the cold skin of your lips, a soft, “can I?” as he pulled your hair to the side, his lips against your own, pushing you against the cold walls of the pool.

the sensation of the ripples of water against your hips was sending you over the edge whenever he adjusted your legs around him, softly smiling when he'd hear you mumble something in between, feeling your hands around him. and it was almost horrifying the way you could hear him kiss you, despite the music in the back, despite the water rippling around the two of you.

and you remember you snuck your fingers to pull lightly at his hair, the other hand finding it's way to tug the pendant around his neck when he pulled away— hooded eyes and cute puffy lips, his cheeks pink as he whispered, dragging your hand down his tattooed chest.

“if you keep doing that, we'll have a little problem.”

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[peachyloveswriting]

Kyle x reader who has social anxiety?

CLUB CELEBRATION --- Kyle Brovloski

SUMMARY: Kyle drags you to the club for Kenny's birthday but you're not very thrilled.

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Stan and Kenny are standing outside waiting for Kyle and I when we open the front door. Kyle smiles and greets them with a hello while I softly wave my hand. Reaching back Kyle intertwines our fingers before tugging me along beside him. "We're ready to go now?" He asks as he makes his way to his friends sides. All turning, we walk down the sidewalk towards Kenny's truck. It's still on, waiting for us while snow falls all around.

"Yeah. Night out at the club for your birthday Kenny." Stan claps him on the back and smirks at him. "Hell yeah!" Kenny retorts.

We all pile into the truck, squished closely together while Kenny shifts gears awkwardly in front of Stan's open legs. I'm squished in-between Stan and Kyle, my thighs pressed tightly together. I'm surprised they wanted me to come with, especially to a club. Kyle didn't want to disrespect me by going alone which I would've been completely fine with. But he begged for me to go. I didn't want to go for a good reason, being around so many people is nerve wracking. Even just sitting with so many people now is enough to unsettle me. Of course I know these people so I feel comfortable being here and chatting, however the public part is going to kill me.

After the longest ride to the club in the next town over, we file back out onto the snowy streets and make our way towards the entrance. Kenny's the first to make his way to the door, holding it open to the rest of us. "Let's get fucked up tonight, yeah?"

The guys around me cheer before pulling me into the chaos that is the club. Bright lights flash all around and loud electro music rumbles in the background. All around is the loud chatter and shouts of the visitors all around us, their bodies all merged together on the dancefloor. I can feel the tension building, all the half naked women grinding against guys making me nervous. Kyle drags me to an empty booth table. "We're going to go grab a drink. Want one?" He asks.

"I'm supposed to be the designated driver. Remember?" I respond. He stares at me before nodding and leading the guys off towards the bar. I'm left alone in my seat, everyone's walking around the table with purpose. Each one of them eyes me strangely as they pass. It must be strange seeing me sitting here all alone. They probably think I'm weird cause I'm not dressed inappropriately or drinking. That feeling grows unsettling on my shoulders. Setting my hand on the table top I pick at my nails before eventually pulling out my phone as a distraction. It feels like Kyle should have been back by now but trying to get through a crowd would take a while. So I try to keep still, dating the urge to jolt up and look for him by bouncing my knee.

"Excuse me ma'am." I hear over the noise. I glance over to see a tall slender lady with barely any clothes covering her body. She's absolutely drop dead gorgeous. "Are you here alone?" She quires.

My stomach drops and I open my mouth stupidly to speak. I'm not here alone, I'm with friends is what I want to say but nothing comes out. "Ma'am?" She repeats.

"Ah. She's with us." Kyle scoots from behind her and slides into the seat with me, he holds a beer in his hand and takes a sip of it before smiling at me. She nods, observing the other two as they sit down.

"Right. Enjoy your stay." She moves along to the side and disappears from sight. Small chatter between the boys begins to pick up but I sit silent in my corner. The occasional laughter calls for even somewhat relevant smiles or fake huffs of laughter, otherwise i don't say a word. This whole situation is rather uncomfortable and being brought here with so many people watching is horrible. I'm not terribly focused on the conversation at hand until Kyle nudges me.

"You well them what happened babe." He urges me. My stomach churns and a cold cavernous hole opens up inside my chest. I feel so small, everyone's looking right at me while I look on like a deer in headlights. I give a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry. What are we talking about?" If only the floor could open and wallow me whole, I'd gladly never come back. Kyle's smiles falls and his brows crease. 'Well, ok. Let's move on shall me?" He suggests to the others. Very softly his hand slides around my waist and softly squeezes my side. I figure it's a way of reassurance, just to show not to be worried but my heart is already pounding in my ears. Suddenly it feels like the middle of summer and the moisture is choking every breath.

"I'm going to step out for a bit." I whisper into Kyles ear. He looks and smiles with a nod, sliding out of the seat to let me past. All three watch me as I rush around the corner, my small bag slung around my shoulder. Shoving past a small group of people and towards the door, sporadically I shove it open and step into the cold night's air. Taking a deep breath and looking up at the cloudy sky my eyes flutter. The streets are empty around me, save for the few stragglers. Walking towards Kenny's truck, I extend my hand to the door handle. It shakes harshly like a leaf in the wind, something I hadn't noticed until I stepped outside. Firmly gripping the handle I pull it open and toss my bag inside. The quiet around me is reaffirming that no one is watching, I'm alone.

I hop into the passenger side seat an settle in with my legs out the side. The wind blows softly around the truck, the wind somewhat finding it's way into the truck. I shudder. In my rush to get outside I sadly left my jacket inside and now that I'm out here I'm not going back in for a bit. Just the though of going back in makes my stomach churn with unease and nausea creep up my spine. The door to the club opens and a younger couple exits, I find myself hoping that it's Kyle coming to find me though I doubt he would try. he was already having such a great time with his friends and I don't want to ruin that. Pulling my phone from my pocket I stare at the blank screen, there's no notifications. It's always dry, but I want so badly to text him. Even just staring at our messages I can't gather the courage to bother or faulter his mood.

Nervous, I start typing the first words of what I want to say. Abruptly his voice startles me. Shouting, my phone slips from my hand and falls to the floorboard screen up. Kyle leans down and picks it up, carefully studying my words.

With a hand over my chest, I scowl. "Kyle, why would you do that? I nearly had a stroke!" I fuss. The scare makes my chest ache and body shake with adrenaline.Giving the phone back to me with a soft smile he chuckles. "Didn't meat to. You forgot your coat, I was coming out to give it to you before you got cold but, looks like I'm too late." He points out.

Turning the phone off and sliding it back in my pocket, I hum. "Well thanks Kyle, that's sweet." His gloved hands slide over mine, the warmth is stark in contrast. "Scoot over, let me get you warm." He takes the folded jacket from his arm and places it around my shoulder before sliding me over. I turn quietly while he slides in beside me, an arm eventually comes to rest around my shoulder.

"What if someone sees?" It feels weird to be so open about this sort of thing even with really no one around. Though my question might seem stupid just thinking of other people watching again makes my whole body ache.

Kyle looks at me inquisitively. "What would that matter?" he counters. I shrug and look at the floor board. I know it doesn't matter but my nerves are so shot already that I'm not sure I can handle much more. His arm slides down to my waist and pulls me closer before he grabs my other hand with his free one. "Why'd you come out here?"

I sigh and a white cloud leaves my mouth. I feel bad for pulling him away from his night out with his friends even though he came out here just because he wanted too. "I just needed fresh air." I raise my gaze to meet his. "I hate crowds."

A sympathetic frown tips the edges of his lips down. "Is there anything I can do?" He asks. Just like before when we were inside his hand reassuringly squeezes my side. I shake my head. "No. It's just social anxiety, I hate being in places like this." The though of all those people watching and judging me makes me shudder with discomfort.

'I'm sorry. I didn't know." He hums softly. his genuine disappointment bring amusement to my face. Chuckling, I shake my head and smile up at him. "Don't be sorry. It's not you're fault. I can't help it."

A glimmer in his eyes lights up and he grins at me, leaning forwards to press his forehead against mine. His warm breath fans my face as he speaks. "I know. I just feel responsible for you." Very quickly he kisses my forehead and engulfs me in a warm and safe hug. Smiling softly, I hide my face in his shoulder. "Thank you, for being worried."

Kyle pulls back to look at me again. "Don't, I'm supposed to be worried about you. we're dating." His reassurance makes the hold in my chest slowly closes, bringing with it the warmth of a fire.

I snort, resting my hand on his bicep gently. "I'm thankful anyway. I didn't meat to kill the mood though."

"Kill the mood?" He repeats. I nod sheepishly. "You didn't kill the mood. If anything you made it awkward without you there." He whines. 'You should come back inside with me, we can come back out whenever you like." He offers.

Looking down at his hand covering mine, I hum. "Sure." Knowing I didn't ruin anyone's night or cause any problems eases my nerves. AT least now that Kyle knows I won't be going in alone to deal with it myself. He'll be beside me to keep me grounded, so I'm not alone.

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[goosetheluce]

sugar and pine (gwen stacy x fem!reader oneshot)

summary: your spider-girlfriend takes an evening off to help you decorate the tree.

info: christmas fic, baking, decorating, fluff, clumsy reader, gwen is a mean gf, pretty short, not proofread

a/n: yes. it's been literal months. merry christmas and you're welcome

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"pass the icicles, please."

"yes, ma'am."

gwen gripped the box full of intricately crafted glass ornaments carefully, though the microscopic hairs on her fingertips meant she didn't need to. you chewed your lip absentmindedly and held out your hand for the box. you subtly danced along to the festive bells and 50s choir singing echoing from the stereo. you stared at the tree, lush and deep forest green. the scent of pine mingled with the sugar cookies baking in the oven.

the box pressed into your palm. you brought it to the front of your line of sight and admired the collection. you'd spent a pretty hefty chunk for these on your christmas haul, and for good reason. the glass felt heavy and thick in your grasp, swirling with risen patterns and shining in the warm glint of your classic white tree lights. they really did look like icicles.

"gosh, gwen. would you just look at them?" you murmured softly. you looked up and saw that she was staring at you. your cheeks warmed, and it wasn't from the heater.

"huh? oh, yeah. they're gorg. just don't drop any," she teased at the end. she knew how butterfingered you were.

"don't even say that. don't speak it into existence," you huffed, feigning annoyance. happiness prodded at the corners of your cheeks as she rolled her eyes and flashed her gapped smile.

"maybe the cookies will be the subject of your ridiculously severe case of clumsiness," gwen prodded further, turning her head to face the kitchen. "i'm getting notes of peppermint and...oh, is that a hint of charred christmas cookies?"

you gasped and clambered to your feet, speedwalking to the oven. you crouched to look in, thanking yourself that you had turned on the light before you walked away.

"you jerk! they're perfectly fine!" you yelled out to gwen, still giggling in the living room.

after you set the cookies out on a plate to cool, you and gwen had resumed the finishing touches to the tree. the icicles were the perfect addition to the warm-toned matte ornaments hooked throughout the branches.

you sat on gwen's shoulders, straining to get the golden bow on top of the tree. you indulged on a warm peppermint sugar cookie, coated with homemade buttercream and topped with chocolate shavings. the hot cocoa was heating up on the stove (gwen was in charge of watching it, of course). you cursed underneath your breath as you knocked one of the decorations off, watching anxiously as gwen caught it in her right hand.

"what did i say, y/n?" she sighed.

"told you not to speak it into existence," you grumbled, tying the bow and patting gwen's bleach blonde head to let her know you were done.

she hoisted the backs of your thighs up from her shoulders, her fingertips molding into the softness of your legs before bringing you down to wrap yourself around her waist.

"clingy tonight, are we, gwen?" you taunted, heart secretly racing in your chest as her breath fanned gently across your face. her eyes, cold and bright as the snow falling outside, pierced into yours almost uncomfortably.

"maybe i am. it's the most wonderful time of the year, after all."

you wrapped your legs tighter around her thin waist to avoid slipping and cupped her face in your hands.

"thanks for helping decorate, babe. it means a lot. especially since you took tonight off from patrols and all that."

all she did was smile faintly, a blush creeping across her wintery cheeks. she flung a web out from her wrist and grabbed something, attaching it to the ceiling. you looked up and scoffed.

"that's so damn cheesy-" you started, but were not allowed to finish as gwen leaned forward and pressed a soft but hungry kiss to your pout. the taste of peppermint sugar cookies lingered on her peachy lips and you closed your eyes in content. gwen's grip around you loosened as she let you down, breaking the kiss when your socks met the hardwood.

"sorry, that's the rules. we were under the mistletoe, what else did you expect?" gwen grinned, her height regained after she dropped you to your usual level.

"fair enough."

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[shewassaying]

1000 DOWNLOAD CELELBRATION PT 3

The final iteration of our 1k Downloads celebration!

I'm sorry it's taken so long, it's been a wild month for me personally and professionally and that definitely got in the way of finishing this in the timing I'd hoped, but finally it's here!

Thank you all so much for your interest in our game!

Gorgeous art by @minthe-drawings!

FINALLY

by Cath

You pace, retracing your path across your studio over and over, and over. The sun is setting, the light cast across the walls shifting to an orangey-pink, and casting long shadows that cast the room in an eerie, comforting glow. 

Waiting sucks. It's never been your strong suit, but for some reason that's eluded you, it's worse today. You feel antsy down to your bones, like your blood is caffeine and your muscles electricity, pushing you to keep moving. But still, no matter how you comb through the tangles of your thoughts, you can't find the source of this damned anxiety, if that's even what you're feeling. 

Your pacing continues.

You've been dressed for an hour. When has that ever happened? 

You check the time, again. 6:31 PM. 

It's not unlike Aster to come and go, and it's rare you truly know where it is he's gone, but he is undeniably a creature of punctuality. If he says he'll be there at a specific time, without fail he would appear between the breaths marking one minute to the next. He was never late. But now... He said 6:30 pm, so where--

"Searching for me, Little Scorpion?"

His voice, always so calm and smooth and dark as a frozen laze, makes you spin on your heel. You set your eyes upon him then, leaning against the wall, a slight smile curving his pale lips. His eyebrow is arched in a way that makes you briefly question how long he's been standing there, if he's been watching you in that quiet way of his, and you simply hadn't noticed. 

But it isn't possible. You always notice him. You feel him, a prickle on the back of your neck, whenever he's near. 

Aster's smile held a shark-like edge, the glint before a true smirk. It was masking something else, though, a feeling you had not seen before, and could not identify. 

"I was." You return his smile and adjust the collar of your shirt. The way he looks at you, his eyes fixed on your face like he can see nothing else, makes you feel uncomfortably warm. 

"You look lovely. Are you ready to leave?" He asks, pulling himself from the wall in one languid motion. You look around yourself, trying to gather your thoughts. 

"Uh... yeah, yes. I'm ready." You smooth down your front, pressing the wrinkles out with your hand. 

Aster's eyebrow quirks once more, and his smile grows. He takes a step towards you, gliding forward as if his feet didn't even touch the floor.  

"You seem nervous, darling." His voice drops into the purr he knows flusters you, the one he likes to use to get your heart racing. 

"I'm-- I--" You sputter for a moment, wanting to deny it, and Aster's smile stretches into a grin. A laugh escapes you, a nervous sounding thing much higher than your voice normally is. "I guess... I am? I don't know why." 

Aster takes another long step towards you, and as if pulled by a magnet, you mirror the movement so you stand only an arm's length from each other. Aster's smile, the wickedness of it, softens to something gentler. Kinder. He often looks at you like this when you're writing, or when you're trying to work out some complex turn of plot. 

You smile back, and the action soothes your racing heart. Your thoughts clear a bit, and you notice, for the first time, Aster's outfit. He's wearing a proper, honest-to-goodness suit, with a golden yellow bowtie that makes his eyes appear to glow. 

"You look gorgeous." Your words are more breath than voice, and although you feel a flash of embarrassment, it's immediately mitigated by the wash of pleasure you feel when pink colors Aster's cheeks. It's fantastically rare to see him blush, and you relish each moment. 

Aster schools his face into something controlled and predatory, his grin wide, but the blush doesn't fade. 

"Thank you, little Scorpion." He takes your hand and leads you in a slow, luxurious turn, so he can admire every angle of you. "I undeniably pale in comparison to you. You look..." 

"Delicious?" You ask as you come face to face with him once more, beaming. It's his favorite compliment for you, and his own expression morphs to something devilish as you finish his sentence. Sinful. Delighted. "Well, you asked me to dress up, so..." You gesture to your outfit, carefully selected to make your eyes stand out, although you can't hope to have the same illumination Aster manages. Not without his--

Aster's hand ghosts over your cheek before his thumb and forefinger latch onto your chin. He gives the slightest pull, and like a puppet on strings, you step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. 

"Indeed. Delicious." He murmurs. His other hand rests on the side of your neck, the fingers curling around to tickle against your nape. 

"Isn't our reservation soon?" Dammit, why did you say that? You don't want to go yet, you don't want him to let you go. You want him closer. 

"Not so soon that we can't spare just a few minutes." He leans in, bringing his mouth nearer to yours, so your senses are filled with the scent of him. Aster smells of an incoming summer thunderstorm, ether in the air and the promise of rain. His lips graze yours, and you step in further, folding your body against his, slipping your arms around his waist over his coat, your skin gliding against the smooth fabric. 

You press in closer to deepen the kiss and--

You freeze. You don't mean to, but you can't help it. Your mind stutters into silence, refusing to identify the source of your shock, refusing to seek further. Aster is frozen similarly,unmoving, not even breathing, his gaze locked firmly and unblinkingly on yours. His eyes mirror your surprise, which only serves to prolong your freeze response. 

The silence stretches, a rubber band over the moment. Then, just as quickly, your thoughts snap back into your mind, filling it with thoughts that all point to the same thing. 

The feeling of a box, small and square, perhaps the size of the palm, tucked into Aster's coat pocket. 

It couldn't be. It couldn't possibly be what you think it is...

But Aster's expression is shifting, narrowing, and his smile sliding to the left side of his face, crooked and daring you to say it. 

Go ahead, Little Scorpion. 

Say it.

You swallow, and your throat is dry, and you're trying your hardest not to look at the pocket to try and get a visual to confirm what you feel under your hand. And you know. You're certain. 

It's a ring box. 

"Do you wish to... discuss it? Or shall we go to dinner?" He asks. His voice has an odd warble to it, a cracking quality that sounds almost like... if it were anyone else, you would say it sounded like nerves. But this being before you has never shown signs of being anything close to uneasy before, let nervous. It gives you a thrill, to know you have that kind of effect on him. 

The power it gives you, however, disappears quickly when you try to speak again. 

"Y-yes. I mean. No. Um..." You clear your throat. Pull it together! You're already trembling, and although you have no idea how you'll possibly eat your dinner at this point, you shake your head. "Let's go to dinner."

He drops a feather light kiss on your lips, barely a brushing of skin, before pulling you into a hug. Your hand slides away from the ring box and fixes itself against his back. The embrace steadies you, ebbing the sharper edges of anxiety into a blooming excitement. He releases you sooner than you'd like, but it's always sooner than you'd like, and it leaves every point of contact feeling cold. Then he's taking your hand and tilting his head towards you, looking eager and mischievous.

"Then let's go. We wouldn't want to be late."

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[aokoaoi]

▎chapter three : raccoon police department.

▎content warning : gore, blood, violence, character death, resident evil 2 spoilers.

▎character pairing : leon kennedy x fem!reader.

▎taglist : @phoenix666stuff .

"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS;"

The sudden announcement from the radio catches everyone in the cars attention. Claire, who was at first slumped against the door beside her, the side of her forehead digging into the glass uncomfortably, was now wide awake– paying attention to whatever the man was announcing.

With one hand, you held up your fingers to the radio, turning on the volume as you reached the city.

"Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Raccoon City police station. Free food and medical supplies will be provided to everyone in need."

"God, this is unreal.." Claire mutters.

You bit your lip in worry as your eyes casted around the city's situation, feeling yourself warm up uncomfortably. If this outbreak was city wide, that means your family was no where near safe. Just the idea of your parents hurt or harmed made your grip on the steering wheel tighten. Had they perhaps turned into those.. things..?

"You two are headed to the station right?" You turned your head around to look at them, watching as they nodded as an answer. "The stations not much farther, I'll drop you both there."

Both looked confused as to what you were implying, "You're not coming with us?" Leon questioned, making you indistinctivly losen your grip on the wheel.

"I'm heading home, I need to know if they're safe." It was recklessly dangerous and stupid, but they're your family.

Knowing who 'they' is, Leon shakes his head. "It's too dangerous, come with us instead." He protests, shoving another plan right in your head instead. You shook your head immediately as soon as his words came out of the dirty blonds mouth, exhaling heavily.

The two newly acquaintances of yours only watched you from the back, noticing how you've tensed up and how you're mannerisms looked like you were beginning to get frustrated.

The car comes to a stop when you've reached a barricaded road, with cars lined up unorderly on the other side. You cursed under your breath, finding this whole thing severely frustrating. Your house was far from where you are, if you're walking there you might as well just kill yourself right now.

"Fucking hell. Looks like we're walking.." the two heard your exhausted sigh, watching as you rubbed your face with the palm of your hand.

"More like running." You turned to where the two were looking at, noticing two undead feasting on another human. You pursed your lips, brows furrowing in annoyance. You hear shuffling behind you, and you see the two pulling out their guns.

"Good call." Leon curtly nods before a yell comes out of his mouth as an undead bangs on his door, followed by Claire who gets the same fate. You watched as your car gets surrounded by undead, ignoring the rotting cannibal banging its head on your window while you tried to steady your breathing.

Claire yells out your name, "You gotta back up!" She orders you, nervously scooting away from the door next to her as she was now in between the passenger and drivers seat. You did as what you were told, revving the engine and trying to back up. The whole this was hopeless as those things were in all areas outside your car, soon if you don't thing fast they'll be inside.

"What the—!?" Claire yells, looking behind her when she noticed the lights flashing. You turned to look behind as well, noticing the large truck you passed by from earlier. And it was now heading towards you.

"Fuck! Get out!" You hissed out, unlocking the doors and shouldering your door to get it open. The undead were jamming their weights and strength on all your doors, leaving you and the other two stuck inside. The truck was getting closer and closer, and in the midst of your panicking Leon yells out a loud 'hold on.'

You did as what he told, bracing yourself the impact heading. The truck suddenly swerved in another direction, but it still crashed into the side of your car. You yelled a groan at the impact, your car getting flung forward at the impact. You crashed in another car, providing another impact that send you back to your cushioned seat, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Kicking your door open, you threw yourself out of the car, clothed knees scraping on the rough road. You stabilized yourself up, coughing roughly as you held your stomach. You notice Leon not so far from you, and upon seeing you he looks at the gas truck in front of you.

"Shit, get down!" He yells, running towards you and shielding you from the explosion the gas tank causes as soon as Leon reaches you. A pained yell escapes you when your back collides on the car behind you, grunting when you fall right on top of Leon who rescued you from getting barbecued.

Leon loses his hold on you, his arm falling to the side as you tried to regain your focus after your life flashed right before your eyes and blacking out for half a second.

"You alright there?" He pats your lower back, as if trying to snap you awake.

"Fuck no, I felt like that explosion took five years from my life." You groaned, putting your hands on his covered chest and pushing yourself up. You looked around slightly before holding your hand out for him, watching as he accepted your gesture.

"Claire?!" You called out, uncaring that the undead are slowly starting to get back on their feet, groggily walking towards you and Leon.

"Yeah?!" You heard her respond, followed by three shots ringing in the air. "You alright?!"

"I'm alright, how about you?!" She yelled out, almost sounding out if breath. You were about to call put to her again until the man behind you take a hold of your wrist, aiming his gun at the undead surrounding you.

"We can't stay here, it's not safe!" He yells at you, but also at Claire as if trying to inform her something.

"Go on ahead! I'll meet you at the station!" She responds, and Leon looks back at you, curtly nodding his head. You bit your lip, "But what—" he grips on your wrist tighter, looking into your eyes.

"She'll be fine on her own, she can handle herself." He mutters. You looked hesitant, but looking around you there was no need to be wasting anymore time. You nodded, easing up to him as Leon lead you to where his destination is.

You tugged on his arm when he goes another way, catching his attention, you dragged eachother to an alleyway, an easy way to the station that wasn't on the road. Stopping in your tracks when you come across an undead, it was still rising up from the ground, and Leon brutally kicked it back on the floor, giving you time to run from it.

Going up a set of stairs, the sight of the station makes him exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding. "There it is, the station." He mutters. You looked around you, noticing the amount of undead all over the gate.

"There's so much of it." A frown overtakes you, your voice low that even you barely hear yourself.

"Let's make a run for it, okay? I'll cover." Leon perked up, catching your attention while grasping your hand. You nod nonetheless despite wanting to break down right then and there, pushing back the bile rising up your throat.

Leading the way, he runs to a clear pathway, shooting behind you when an undead gets way too close for comfort. You flinch when blood gets on your exposed skin, not finding the strength to look back at the dead bodies left behind.

Leon notices your quietness, feeling guilty but in your mind right now your batting the heads of zombies while your brother is pitching. Everytime you hit the head, you'd be cussing out as if singing a song.

You both finally reached the large gates, with Leon letting you go in first as he trailed behind. He shuts the door, locking it. He turns to you, looking at you worriedly. "You alright? You're awfully pale."

The question caught you off guard, your little gorey fantasy world shutting off as soon as his voice reached your ears. You nodded, "Yep, just reeling in everything." You mustered up a small smile that wrote 'wtf' all over it.

Leon decided not to poke more into your situation nonetheless, he bobs his head to the stations wooden door, as if waiting for your signal. You turned on your heel, removing your eyes from the sight of zombies in front of you and took steady steps towards the door. Leon trails right behind you.

Cold hands rested on the large wooden doors, pushing it open. The station looked exactly like the museum you loved to visit once a year when you were still a little girl. Same interior structure, but now a difference purpose.

The lights were awfully dim, and while you were looking around Leon had already found some important stuff.. like ammos.

You snapped your attention back, now walking towards the wooden counter. You stepped to the monitor that was flashing a bright red on the screen. Leon is now beside you, looking down at the screen as you pressed on a key. The CCTV control service pops up on the screen and you bent slightly down to focus on the screen better.

"There has to be someone here." Leon mutters. On cam4, revealed a man being trailed by another undead, he was a police officer, of course judging by his uniform.

"God, that's not good." You hissed worridly, your face scrunching when he misses his shots at the zombie.

"David! Marvin! You there?" His voice was rushed and uneven from how his breathing was unsteady. He looked into the camera, showing something you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. "I found a way out, It's in here!"

You stood back up as he was cornered by the undead, not wanting to look at the scene unfold anymore. "Send reinforcement, east hallway!"

"We have to help him." You perked up, catching Leon's attention after looking at the cameras. He nods curtly, "I'll find him, but you stay here and check anything that seems valuable." You furrowed your brows at his words, unhappy.

"Like hell I will—"

"Listen—"

"No, you listen, Kennedy. I am coming with you and I don't give a single shit if you say it's dangerous." You glared at him, watching as he only rose a brow. "Jesus Christ, alright." He huffs, lifting his hand up in surrender as if there was a fight in the first place.

You smiled, pleased by the outcome.

"Let's go."

"Heugh—!  hah.."

You watched from behind as the blond in front of you push back a toppled over cabinet, the action making the metal storage clank down in the floor.

Your whistle catches his attention, making him turn to look at you.

"What?"

He felt himself burn up at your little smug smile, and you just brushed off his confused question. You both resumed walking, the heel of your shoe softly padding against the tiled floor as you trailed behind Leon, holding the flashlight he found in the gas stations convenience store.

Both of you come across a bloodied corner after turning from where you came from, and your senses heightened at the sight. Your ears rang as you heard a man yell from another direction, and you immediately sprang into action without a single thought.

"Open this God damn door!" You heard the man from the camera yell, banging on the steel door I'm the process. Panicked, bent down and held on the steel doors handle, using your strength to pry the door open. The door seemed as if it was jammed as it didn't want to open up more farther, so when the man's hand came into view you had no choice but to pull him in.

"I've got you! Just crawl—" You bit your lip, hard, desperately trying to get the man on your side. You could see Leon try to get the door to open again, only for him to pause when the man whose hand you're holding let's out a gurgled scream as blood seeped through his uniform.

You could feel your heart thumping on your chest, the sight making your skin crawl. "Fuck— shit, hold on!" You sniffled, pulling him in again as he only cried out. The scream was agonizing, and it didn't help how you could hear his flesh being feasted on from the other side.

Falling back on the ground roughly, the man was now pulled on your side of the door, only to be revealed that his lower body is missing. His organs were out in the open, his blood rushing out and pooling around his body, soaking the back of his uniform.

Your breath hitched at his state, your hand coming up to hold your incoming scream.

"..Jesus Christ." Leon mutters, looking down at the body as the man loses his consciousness. Leon then changes his gaze to the steel door, the sound of your sniffles being silenced by the zombie on the other side of the door. He sighs before picking up the notebook of the officer, opening it.

Leon turns to you after inspecting the notebook, his lips pursing as a loud exhale escapes his nose at your state. He crouched down at your slumped form, squatting in front of you as you're back was rested on the bloody wall.

You trying to muffle your sniffles was absolutely destroying, just listening to you right now made Leon's heart burn. But you've gotta continue moving.

"Come on, we've got to keep going." He pats your shoulder gently, listening as your sniffles slowly start calming down. Your head was hidden in your arms, disliking the idea of the man in front of you seeing your tears, yet hear you are breaking down after a man gets torn in half.

Another zombie from the door you went from started banging on the wooden door, catching your attention. Your head snapped to look at the sound, and as soon as the zombie breaks into the room you stood back up to your feet.

Leon stands up, shielding you from the undead that just broke in. The undead staggers unsteadily before lunging itself at Leon. The dirty blond man grunts, holding back the zombie with his hand around it, choking it. He pushes himself and the zombie back to the wooden door, only to throw himself to the side when the zombie tried to bite his hand.

The zombie staggered back from Leon's throw, growling and gurgling blood admist the silence. It's white glare on Leon shifted back to you, and you could hear it's flesh mushing together when it twists its body to your direction.

Before the rotting cannibal could throw itself at you, your hand instinctively grabbed the nearest thing you could use to defend yourself on the desk beside you. Which was a desk lamp. It's light shuts off as soon as it gets plugged off from your sudden force.

When the zombie runs towards you, at a safe space, you brutally swung the lamp at its head. A chunk of rotting flesh of the zombies head gets chucked off from the pressure of your hit.

The zombie hits the side of the desk, and before it could even fix its balance Leon had already shot at its head, blowing it up. Blood gushed on the desk, and without wasting anymore time Leon grabs your hand, snapping you out of your somewhat shocked-state.

You both stepped out of the room, and you could see another zombie banging on the window of the hallway. It breaks in, and Leon cussed out loudly at it, but instead of defending both of you he holds on your hand tighter. "Let's just run for it!"

Letting him drag you through the hallways, your footsteps were loud and echoing through the halls. Your head is dizzy and you don't bother to watch where you're headed, as if you've completely trusted your life on the hands of the man in front of you.

He comes to a stop, putting a hand on your shoulder and you've realized the familiar place. You crouch down and laid your body straight on the bloody floor as Leon tried to make the gap on the gate slightly wider, but not wide enough for a zombie to crawl in easily.

"Hurry." You could hear him mutter. You've now crossed the main hall, and you see Leon getting down, crawling on the space of the door. A zombie suddenly let's itself known, reaching for Leon's leg before you could even realize.

"Damn it!" He curses, looking back at the zombie behind him. He could feel your hand on his arm, pulling him from the zombie despite his heaviness.

Then suddenly you notice a pair of black shoes and the same colored uniform pants those zombified officers were wearing. "Careful—" You started, reaching out your hand to the man as soon as you made sure Leon was safe from the bloody hands grabbing at him.

"I got it." He gruffly speaks up, pressing his foot down on the steel door, crushing it's body from the pressure. You looked down at the crushed zombie before looking up at the man, exhaling lightly.

His hand was pressed up on the bloody wound on his stomach, his breath heavy with his chest heaving up and down. His back pressed up on the steel door, slightly sliding down, "You're safe, for now." He grunts, face scrunching up painfully.

"Thank you." You perked up, your face showing nothing but genuine gratefulness.

"Marvin Branagh." He introduced himself, which followed by Leon doing the same. You stated your first name to the new acquaintance, his uniform reminding you of a particular death.

"..–there was another officer, and i couldn't save him– he–" You felt a hand on your shoulder, the same hand who held yours earlier. You trailed off your sentence, the officers death flashing and replaying in your head.

"I'm sure you did what you could, little one." Marvin takes a step towards you, bobbing his head in acknowledgement, his words providing some kind of comfort and reassurance.

"He died... for what?" Your voice was small, weak and fragile. With the bile rising up your throat, you found yourself having trouble trying to breathe again. God, you hated feeling like this, just breaking down in front of people. You disliked feeling weak. You disliked being seen vulnerable.

But you couldn't help it anymore. That one particular death would haunt you, especially because it was your fault. You could've saved him if you pulled him through faster. If you got there in time. If you weren't so weak.

Leon pulls out a specific notebook after those words escaped your mouth, flipping through the pages to find the little map that officer drew. He shuffles beside you, catching your attention.

"Died for this."

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(Handmade for me) E.M

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized friends to lovers

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

(Summary)is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

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You just stepped out of the shower and walked to your room to grab some clothes to change into. "so what should we do tonight y/n we could go get some snacks im kinda feeling snackyyy" you walked toward your drawer in your little white towel searching for your favorite loose t-shirt. Ripped jeans and bra and underwear.The dorky metal head laying on your bed throwing his arms in the air staring at the ceiling. "Well we could walk to the store after i get dressed since your snackyyyyyy" you giggle and his eyes shift towards you in that white towel your skin silky and your hip stretch marks slightly visible on your lower thigh then he quickly averted his gaze. Focusing on the ceiling instead of your curves. You pulled the clothing items out of your drawers and walk to your bathroom and got dressed. half dried your hair with a towel "ya ready edds?" He got up quickly. "Yepp! Letz gooo!"• He opened the front door for you and you started your short walk to the small store. Eddie walking next to you bumps into you slightly once and a while due to the small sidewalk him on the outer rim of the sidewalk remembering what he said the first time you two walked together -"look i would rather be hit by a truck then see you get hit because if you got hit id drop dead" his hand clenched his chest if he were dieing in a playfulness- "and we have arrived you first m-lady " he held the door his eyebrow crooked with his cute dimple smile the evening light making his eyes sparkle you walk through and he followed behind you. "So what type of snackys were you thinkin? Eddie" he hums thinking about what he wanted "slurpys and spicy chips! What do you think sweetheart?" You nodded yes "sounds good." Eddie and you make way to the slurpy machine waiting for Nancy wheeler and her little sister Holly to fill theirs. Eddie rocked on his heels waiting and looking at you he sticks his tongue out and then you do too. You and eddie were always dorks but dorks together ever since middle school. Nancy and Holly moved walking towards the counter to pay. Eddie hands you a large slurpys cup and you filled it with cherry and cola. And he filled his with the same and you stood there putting the lid on tightly when a hand hit the fat of your ass And a rough smooth voice says "well well well y/n Mickelson ya still look smoking!"You turn gritting your teeth "billy fuck head is that you?" Billy Hargrove this man child always made you uncomfortable in high school and when he sees you obviously he always asked you out then when you declined he'd call you a slut or bitch. eddie turns "Hargrove leave her the fuck alone man!." He says fist clenched stepping between you and Billy "maybe next time y/n" he flashed his stupid cocky grin as he threw cash on the counter and went out the door with his pack of cigarettes. "What an asshole.... thank God you're here edds or he wouldn't have left me alone that fast..." he puts the lid on his slurpy grabs the chips and two straws "yeah im glad i was here. Stupid asshole"You walk up to the counter to pay "doing anything fun tonight you two?" Joyce byers the mother figure of the town she watched you and eddie grow up since you two came there quite frequently and eddie has dnd campaigns that she drops will off at. "Mm we havent thought that far ahead yet.. eddie was just soo snackyyy. And here we are" you smile. And eddie laughs slightly "cmon i know you wanted some snacks also y/n " you giggle sliding the money towards Joyce "well dont have tooo much fun you two " she smiles and handed you the receipt.

Part two is out soon or now

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[ 01:11 ]

*Knock knock*

You slowly lowered your hand, eyes moving between the wooden floor and the white door in front of You.

Somehow you felt stupid knocking on your roommates door at one in the morning. On the other hand, it was him who had invited you to come to his room, after just minutes ago you had sent him a long paragraph on how you felt.

Mark, your friend, coworker and the person you couldn't stop thinking about.

For days you had the urge to text him to finally find out how he felt about you. Just last week you two had hooked up after watching a movie and then suddenly he went all cold and stopped talking to you.

It didn't make it any easier that you worked with him. At work though it was different, he was very bright and playful and you often caught him staring at you.

And so you found yourself knocking on his door after he returned from his shift late at night.

The door opened after a moment and on the other side stood Mark, dressed casually in sweats and a zip-up. Very different to his usual black slacks and white button up.

He flashed a smile and your heart almost dropped just at the sight of him.

"Hi", you whispered.

"Hi", Mark whispered back, his smile only getting wider. "Come in."

You carefully stepped inside, "I'm sorry."

You walked into his room, Mark chuckling behind you. "Don't be."

"But I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I overreacting?" You furrowed your eyebrows, turning back to him.

Mark walked over, still smiling a little. He sat down on his bed. "It's okay. Come here."

You swallowed, suddenly unable to move. "Huh?"

"Let's cuddle a bit."

"Oh."

Mark snorted, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Come here."

You felt strange, somehow nervous but also excited. You really needed a hug. You climbed into the bed and got comfortable next to Mark, who also laid down.

It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the bathroom, where the door was open a bit.

Mark lifted his arm so you could cuddle up against him. He wore a fleece zip-up, so he was even cuddlier than usual.

"This is nice", Mark said, after he pulled up the blanket to cover the both of you.

You hummed in response.

"So you're an overthinker", Mark whispered. A soft chuckle following.

You sighed, "yeah it's so bad. I'm really sorry." You felt bad, it was as if you had to force him to spend time with you - let alone hug you like this.

"No, why? It's a good thing."

"How so?"

"You care", Mark whispered, saying it as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "You're not shallow, but rather think about what you do and say. You have empathy and a lot of love to give."

You swallowed, your heart feeling strange in your chest.

"Thank you, Mark."

"It's only the truth."

He planted a kiss on your head, rubbing your arm slowly. A yawn escaped his lips.

Several moments passed without either of you saying something.

"I didn't feel well the past days", Mark began, still speaking in a soft tone, "I didn't have the energy to do anything. I didn't mean to ignore you or make you feel bad."

You nodded. "I think I just really really missed you."

Mark chuckled again, his chest vibrating. "I missed you, too. I will give you more attention from now on, I promise."

You smiled, feeling almost a sense of relief. You closed your eyes, melting more into Mark's arms.

"You know", he said very softly, "I feel so cozy with you in my bed, if I fall asleep now, I fear, you are forced to stay here."

"I'm gonna have to accept my fate", you whispered back at him, smiling faintly and feeling so safe in Mark's arms.

"Mark?"

There was faint hum in response.

"I really like you, you know and I hope you're not mad", you began, "sometimes it scares me a bit, how much I think about you and how intense my feelings can be. But then, at moments like this, I forget about all my worries."

You paused a bit, hoping you didn't make him feel uncomfortable with your subtle confession. "Thank you for that", you added.

A moment of silence passed between you.

"Mark?" You whispered his name. As you were about to continue talking, a soft snore was heard.

You lifted your head only to find that Mark had actually fallen asleep. You smiled, pecking his cheek, before you slowly lowered your head back on his chest.

You closed you eyes and whispered, " good night, Mark."

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