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jinkicake · 1 year

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YOUR ARRANGED/FORCED MARRIAGE IS SO GOOD OMG. if you’re up to it, i was wondering if you could write one for childe? ofc only if you want to <3

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope

Childe, Scaramouche x Reader

A/N: Hi, Anon, you're so sweet!!! Thank you!! I had to add Scaramouche too bc... I simply had to (it fits so well w him) so I hope that is okay~ I kinda got carried away and made Childe sorta yandere, im sorry I love him being unhinged and it scares me in the best way like somehow scara is soft but I made childe not…. Hmmm i love childe!!!!!!

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

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TW // SLIGHT YANDERE!CHILDE (NOT REALLY)

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Childe

“If you’re thinking about going back to that kitten outside I will tie you down to our bed.” Childe’s rather calm voice strikes you down on the spot, almost as if you’ve been struck with a flash of lightning. The original plan that you had was to make a stealthy exit through the front door, you should have known better. You try to keep your frantic heart sane as you slowly turn on the tips of your toes to face him.

Your husband is sitting in one of the couches of your front room as he thumbs through a book gifted by a friend of his in Liyue. It’s incredibly hard to not roll your eyes as he practically sits in the dark like some villain, tucked away and hoping to catch you lacking.

“Come here.” Despite his soft voice, you can tell that he is not in the mood to play with you. You clench your teeth painfully tight and wordlessly head to stand by his side. The harbinger doesn’t look up from his book as he blindly grabs your wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around the two bones. He presses his touch, imprinting his fingers, into your skin as his thumb rubs comforting strokes against you. “Be more careful wife, it’s too dangerous to go out late at night.” Through your leveled breathing, you can’t help but gasp as he tugs you closer toward him. “I would hate for anything to happen to you.”

You don’t have it in yourself to tell him that the dangers inside this house put any of those outside of it to shame.

“I know,” You settle for something that will please him, a kind phrase that will acknowledge his worries and provide him with a sense of understanding. By the narrowing of his dull eyes, you seemingly said something completely wrong.

“I don’t think you do.” Childe finally looks at you and the blank expression on his face causes a sense of fear to find root in your heart. He looks at you calculatingly as if he is planning his every move and the one that follows in his head. “How can I possibly make it clear to you?”

The vision that lights up on his hip makes your entire body freeze.

“No- I believe you, I won’t go out anymore,” In your panic, all you manage to sound is desperate. Childe ignores you.

“I really just want to protect you, don’t you understand how much you mean to me?” It’s so terribly difficult for you to focus on him as his voice is overcome with heavy emotion. Almost like a flip of a switch, the thought of losing you breaks his sanity and pushes him to a dark edge. “Oh, ангел (angel), you must listen to me,”

You’ll do anything if it means you’ll never have to see him in his foul legacy form again.

“I will, I will, I promise.” Despite all your troubles, you dryly swallow any anxious nerves down. You place your free hand over his own, slowly closing the book that Childe is reading. “жизнь моя (my life), let’s go to bed, please.” His native language sounds heavy on your tongue and you nearly twist the muscle trying to spit the pet name out. For once, you applaud your memory and mentally thank Childe for always calling you something other than your own name.

“Right,” Childe puts the book on the coffee table before rising to his towering height, he stands above you with a sweet smile on his face. Despite the warm expression, you nearly start to break into a sweat at the lack of feeling seen in his eyes. “I am rather tired. We can finish this in the morning.”

“Of course,” You struggle to give him a smile back and choose to instead place a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Childe greedily bathes in your affections as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest.

“You know that I love you, жена (wife),” His voice now sounds uncharacteristically vulnerable, it quickly smothers over any of your fear and hostility and causes your heartstrings to twinge with adoration. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you.”

Perhaps you are just as far gone off the deep end as he is because, above all else, you feel safest in his arms and sheer terror in his presence.

“I will always protect you with my life. If I must, I will kill for you, Родна́я (dear).”

Scaramouche

“You can’t be serious.” In all the years you’ve been married to Scaramouche, there have been multiple times when you thought him to be ridiculous. This situation is by far the most ridiculous of them all. Above everything else, the Harbinger is a drama king.

“I will not have my wife being accompanied by another man.” His anger is laughable, you’ve seen the true extent of it but, it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s glaring at you from under his too-large-of-a-hat.

“I wouldn’t have to be accompanied at all if you just let me go by myself,” Your reasoning does not get through to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He snaps and the bite isn’t even strong, you already expected this from him. “As if I could let you out of my sight for a minute,”

In the worst way possible, your husband is attached to you with no desire to let you go. Although he tries with his affections and will lovingly pet your hair with an awkward hand, he still stumbles over his own two feet when around you.

“I want to visit Mondstadt for their Windblume festival, you promised me that we would go.” You’re stubborn in your ways and are unwilling to let Scaramouche forget his first and foremost obligations to you. “I am going with or without you.”

Your husband glares at you, eyes narrowed in frustration as he clenches and unclenches his fists. All you do is stand patiently and wait for his fit to end.

“Fine.” He grunts and quickly writes a note on his desk, you excitedly wait for him as he hands the note to one of the guards outside his door. It’s only when he closes his office door again and it’s the two of you alone inside that you run to him with open arms.

“I’m so excited!” You gush and gush while squeezing your arms around his waist. Scaramouche pats you back as he tips his hat to cover more of his face, he quietly scoffs through your cheers.

If he had an ounce of courage to stand up to you the way he does the other Harbingers, the way he just told Dottore to fuck off through a simple note, then perhaps the puppet would have some control in his marriage.

Much to your delight, he does not.

“What is the point of all this?” The grumpiness that Scaramouche is exuding does not go over your head. All it takes is a simple squeeze of your hand, which is tightly held within his own, to make his grumbling melt away under the Mondstadt sun. Being tucked away in the forest, away from the cozy town and any of its people is something you’ve already become accustomed to.

Whenever you travel with your husband, the two of you can’t get too close to others because of his status as a Harbinger and everything else.

“We are supposed to strengthen our relationships!” You place your basket onto the soft green grass before pulling out a blanket with one hand. Somehow you manage to spread it out and sit before ushering your husband to do the same. “Don’t you want to improve your relationship with me?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“What is there to improve?” He turns to glare at anything but you, his hard eyes rest on the trees and then the blue sky all while you sweetly tuck his hair behind his ear. The soft action internally makes him flinch but, on the outside, all the Harbinger manages to do is blush. “You’re already perfect,”

“Aren’t you sweet?” You tease and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche pushes you away, hand resting on your shoulder before he throws the idea away and tightens his grip. The gentle smile on your face, radiating more warmth than the spring sun could ever provide him, makes the Harbinger feel a little nervous.

You are everything to him.

Just as he goes to kiss you, a lone dandelion flows through the air. He watches it carefully as it sneaks over your head and fades away into the distance. The entire time he is distracted, you lean over again and place a kiss on his lips.

“Happy Windblume, my love,”

Scaramouche can’t even fight the ridiculous smile off of his face as he makes a promise about your future together.

“We will have to do this again next year. We’ll return every year.”

#childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #yandere childe #scaramouche fluff #childe x y/n #scaramouche x you

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rosecoloreddesire · 7 months

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Not A Lie ~ Elvis Presley

Summary: You could never imagine THE Elvis Presley to show up in your little diner. How can you tell your parents that…he’s your fiancé??

Note: IM BACK! I’m going to be graduating in February so I’m hoping I can get some writing out! I’m so sorry if this is a bad come back? I haven’t proofread yet! But I think it’s good 💙 missed you all so much!

Warnings: FLUFF!

“Y/N, you gotta stop lyin’! You know how much your daddy loves Elvis!” You huff out as you chase your mom around the kitchen island.

“Mama! Just listen to me! I’m being honest! I am enga-“ she put a finger to your lips as you both hear the front door unlock, opening to your daddy whistling a soft tune of Blue Suede Shoes.

“Not a word in front of him, got it?” You sigh loudly not wanting her to put you down.

“But mama! He’s comin’ ton-“ she cuts you off with an ice cold glare. You finally let it go, walking past your father to your room.

“God damn it all! Why won’t anyone ever listen to me?” The small phone in your room begins to ring, picking it up you sit on your bed. A certain southern drawl cheers you up.

“Hey there, lil’ lady. How’s my girl doin’? I’ll be there soon I promise. My parents are wantin’ us to get together and do some photos here at Graceland for the family album.” He chuckles while you heard his grandma in the back.

“Hi grandma! Um, pictures? Like engagement pictures?” You nervously hum, twirling the phone cord around your finger.

“Well, I did get you that pretty rock on your finger. And I think that means your stuck with lil’ old me, baby.” Your cheeks flush as he lowly whispers.

“I’ll see you soon. Lest your flirtin’ make my face flush!” His giggles are cut off as you hang up. Your face aglow. Your phone rings once again.

“Elvis Presley- if you don’t stop-“

“Elvis Presley?! I knew it!” Your best friend Amelia was on the other line….her screams of joy influence you to push the phone as far away from you as possible. You wince as she continues.

“Amelia Jones! You needa keep it down! What’ll you do if your mama says she won’t be gettin’ you into my mama’s salon this Thursday!” The other line dies down.

“You know your mamas the only one you can actually do my hair and make it look good!” You chuckle as she tries to explain herself.

“Yes! That’s why when I tell you the boy I’ve been datin’ all year and last year is Mr. Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as she squees softly.

“That’s why you wasn’t impressed when we saw him for the first time! You were kissin’ him!!!” Her giggles and squeals made you roll your eyes. Amelia was always into the whole romance and love at first sight tropes in the movies.

“Y/N! Get down here! Your mother and I need to have a talk with you!” You grumble and hope your mom hadn’t told your father about the whole engagement.

“Gotta go, Ames! Bye!” You hung up, smooth your skirt and make your way down the stairs.

“You know the policy we have on lyin’, young lady.” Your daddy was sitting on the couch with your mother.

“Daddy, I ain’t lyin’ to you! I really am-“ your mothers laugh breaks you off again.

“We are supposed to believe that Elvis Presley is coming tonight to meet us after askin for your hand?” She fans herself. Your mom usually was so supportive but you do have to hand it to her. This was kinda crazy.

“I ain’t! He’s really sweet! His mama and daddy are arranging a photo shoot for us to be in the Presley family album! I’m gonna be a Presley, daddy!”

“I wanna believe you but how did you even meet?”

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“And will that be all for you today?” The man in front of you was clearly flirting as you wrote off his receipt.

“Uh actually this is gonna sound weird but are you an angel?” You rolled your eyes, waving your hand.

“Hm, I’ve actually never heard of that one but I am very aware thank you. Bye!” You spun around on your heel and grabbed a new pad and paper. You fixed your hair in the reflection of napkin holder.

“You handled that well, Darlin’.” You jump a little. The voice was low and oddly familiar. You turned with a flush to your cheeks.

“ yeah well creeps like that don’t like the word no so-“ you paused as you finally saw the person speaking to you.

“It’s a shame cause he ain’t wrong. But he forgot to say you look like a goddess.”

“You’re-“ you stuttered holding your hand to your chest.

“Your future boyfriend I hope.” You must have looked like a tomato with how warm your cheeks were getting.

“Uh- are you serious? Is this a prank?.”

“Here’s my number. Use it wisely.” And with a wink he was gone as fast as he came.

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“I’m supposed to believe he came to our family restaurant when your mama and I were gone?” You nod desperately. You take your mothers hand and show her your ring.

“Oh my god, Y/N. That’s a real ring! How did you-“ your doorbell is going off before you can explain.

“Do you want to get that, daddy?” You ask softly, praying to whatever god that Elvis was standing at the door. He huffs as he sits up, making his way to the door.

“Afternoon- OH MY GOD. You-“ Your father brings your fiancé into a bear hug. Your father squeezes the poor boy as you giggle. Your skin flushing at the display.

“It’s really Elvis! What in the hell?” Your mom grasps your hands tightly as the boy walks into the house, more like pulled. You giggle as he finally sees you, a bit frazzled. He detaches himself from your father as he makes his way to you. His lips soft against your cheek as your body warms.

“Uh, mom, dad, this is my fiancé.” You spout awkwardly as Elvis slips his arm around you. Your father gleams with excitement.

“I understand why you didn’t ask for my blessin’, son! You can marry my daughter!” You’ve never seen your father so ecstatic in your life. Except the one time he won a ticket to see Elvis. Or the one time he heard Heart Break Hotel on the radio in his car. Huh….you are sensing a running theme…

“I really do love your daughter. It’s jus’ been rough tryin’ to get a time together to meet y’all.” He smiles boyishly at your parents. Your mom still reeling in the fact that you were telling the truth.

“D-did ya enjoy our family diner?” Your mom stutters out. You stifle laugh placing your hand over your mouth. You look at Elvis awaiting his answer.

“Of course, ma’am! Great atmosphere, great food, and even greater waitresses.” He bumps you with his shoulder as you blush.

“Well, don’t be a stranger, Mister Presley! Come on, we were just gettin’ ready for our meal!” Your father pushes Elvis to a chair at the table. You shakily sit next to him as your nerves still haven’t fully settled.

“Why our daughter?” Your breath hitches as your mom starts to plate the food.

“Lord, where do I start? She looks as if she walked right out of a Hollywood movie. An absolute starlet.” Your skin flushes as his hand drifts to your thigh.

“I wish! We met up with some of his Hollywood buddies and they were super sweet! They think Elvis has a real shot of hittin’ it big!” You smile as he laughs. His gaze focuses on you the whole time. How could he have found the most amazing thing to have come out of him having to hide from fans in a local diner? His eyes never leave your lips as you continue to sing his praises.

“I really think it’s a great idea to see you two married! Can you believe it, honey? We’d be related to the Presley’s!” Your dad claps as he excitedly dug into his food. Your mother still seems a little hesitant.

“What’s gonna stop you from chasin’ other girls around town? My daughter hasn’t even dated before you!” Your eyes widen as you take a bite of your dinner. You hadn’t really had that conversation with Elvis yet…

“I’m your first boyfriend?” You wince at his surprised tone. You turned to face him.

“Uh, yeah. I, uh, never really thought about the whole dating thing. Until you kissed me at that charity concert…I-“ his lips are soft against your cheek. Your hand shaking in his hand.

“You don’t need to explain nothin’, darlin’. Thank you so much for the lovely dinner but I best be goin’ soon I only had a it of time to spare.” He began to get up as your father rose from his seat.

“How about you go with him, sweetheart? Your mom and I are gonna have a talk about all this.” You nod, hugging him quickly. You all but ran up the stairs to get away from the tension.

“How cute. Pink really fits you.” Elvis smirks as his fingers traced your bed sheets. You scoff as you pack a small bag.

“I haven’t gotten to change my sheets since I was like 10, E. Give me a break. Do you really want to do this?” Elvis’ hand caresses your face, pushing a few stray hairs out of your face.

“I want you. Every day. Afternoon. And night. You are all I think about.” His voice just a bit above a whisper. Your eyes were heavy as you stare at his lips.

“Can I be yours forever?” His lips were soft as he pulls you close. The kiss was delicate but passionate as he grips your hair slightly.

“If you’ll let me.”

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis movie #rosecoloreddesire #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #austin butler elvis #50s elvis #elvis x you #elvis 2022 #elvis fluff #fluff

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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When He Has Wealth And Riches

@/igorcampbell out here making amazing art that keeps inspiring me bvfbhifbv im sorry to be spamming you lol

Based on this post I wrote who versions of a fic

First Rating: Teen | warnings: none

Second Rating: Mature | Warning: prostitution

You arrived at the dinner reservation first, usually, Norton always is here first but not this time.

You go ahead to the arranged seating in the far back away from the view of most of the restaurants. That is kinda strange but okay, something different, maybe this is more romantic? The lighting is more romantic with red hues.

You just drink water for now, fix your makeup anxiously, and then play with the napkin. Oh, maybe this is too much, this place looks expensive… You never mind the local dates he would take you, in fact, you like those as it feels more personal. You feel watched here, judged, you know that is your anxiety talking but still.

You kinda want to go home.

“Aren't you look especially beautiful tonight?”

You perk up at the sound of his voice then look shocked at his outfit, “Norton?”

“What? Surprised I cleaned up well?” The outfit makes him look like a completely different person, which granted, you noticed he changed after coming back from Golden Cave. Things started looking up for Norton Campbell and he wants to share that with you.

Sliding beside you in the booth, he grins, “Sorry about the wait, I needed to put my best face on.”

“You look very handsome.” The claws are an interesting touch, “This place is different from the other place. Are you sure this is okay?”

He laughs low and smooth, “Pft, this place could barely make a dent in my pocket.” He taps the menu, “Order anything you want.”

You pick up the menu and then stare at it while is looking at you with a coy smile and his eyes wandering your handsome face.

“Norton?”

“Yeah?”

“I can't read Italian.”

“...”

Long story short: you did order something. It was small and tasty but not worth the price Norton had to pay for it along with the wine he drank most of (he did not seem to care though), but he did take you back to the old spot he used to take you for a better meal.

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The money is a case, tossed on the table with a loud clack as it busted open and money flies out and falls all over the floor. You get up from your position on the bed that was lazy and not bothered by him bargaining unannounced. The toss of the suitcase did make you jump though.

“Campbell?” Kneeling and picking up the wrapped stacks of American hundred dollar bills, “How in the hell?!” You look at him and the most arrogant grin on his face, as if he won the game of cat and mouse between you both. “Norton, please tell me you didn't rob a bank just because I fucked you good.” Rolling your eyes.

“Ha, you're good but you aren't worth prison.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god,” Sitting on the foot of the bed, “You'll be surprised what I heard people will do for another night of pleasure.” But you are still confused by the case of money, “What is all this for though?”

“I’m buying you out.”

You raise an eyebrow then laugh at him, “Norton, I told you already: you can buy me for as many nights as you want but I work here.”

“And I giving you a way out of this line of work.” Crossing his arms.

“‘Giving?’ That’s a rather strong word coming from you, Campbell.” Crossing your arms, “So let me rephrase that statement for you,” Clearing your throat as you then mock his voice, “I’m buying you to keep you out of the hands of other men.”

The grin is not faltering on his face, “I have the means and you always said diamond and money would be the only way to keep you,” He gestures to the money with one hand, “The money,” His other hand pulls out a diamond tear style necklace from his pocket, “The diamonds.”

“Norton,” Standing you awestruck by what you are seeing, “H-how? Norton, please, what did you-- My God, those are beautiful!” Walking past the table to him to touch the necklace. It is everything you imagined, shining in the light and cold to the touch, “Are these for me?”

“Of course they are! But…” Pulling them slightly away, “Only if you agree to be mine.” Serious in tone and expression.

“Of course! Anything! You have me!” Agreeing without thinking. This means freedom, money, and diamonds. You can be taken care of without worry! You know he is obsessed with you, miners get like that with pretty things but he kept to his word about getting you out of here. No more cat house, no more clients, no more wishful dreams. You will have a new cage and leash but will be in a proper luxury and your leash made of diamonds.

End

#idv #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv prospector #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #idv norton #identity v

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forsworned · 8 months

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a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warning(s). none

categories. f/m

relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters. yoriichi tsugikuni, surprise guest hehehe

author’s note. suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper short update and i know it's crumbs bc im totally breadcrumbing you rn but i will post soon. im just trying to rehash this whole story and make it make sense you feel me, anyways enjoy the little bone i threw ur way if you want to be included in my taglist for this story lmk!

chapters » one two three four five six seven eight ten eleven twelve

『♡』 chapter thirteen: nothing but crumbs

It had felt like months since you had seen Yoriichi. In reality it had been only a few days since he had departed. Nothing like a good ole cry sesh to really help you regulate your emotions. Contact between the both of you was choppy. Signal where he was at wasn't so great, so he would call you when he could but it seemed to break up quite a lot. That is until he purchased satellite phones for the both of you to communicate through. That had helped put your minds at ease knowing that one another were still alive.

The sound of Yoriichi's sigh made your stomach churn.

"What?"

"I miss you. A lot. I feel like I've broken my promise to you already."

"I miss you, too, but don't say that."

Yoriichi paces around his room. The sound of floorboard creaking beneath him is heard through the phone.

"Stop that."

"Sorry. Habit."

You laugh. "Just sit down. You're making me antsy here."

The line was quiet for a moment. You could tell he was drowning in his own thoughts. "So, how's the team coming along?"

Yoriichi cleared his throat. "It's a little harder than I thought. Ex-Hanafuda are a hana-ful."

You chuckled. "You're corny."

"I know." You could hear the smile in his voice. It made you hold onto the phone even closer as if it would provide any type of proximity to him.

"It's taking a little bit of convinving is all, but I'll be back home before next week. I promise."

You sighed. Yoriichi felt his heart twist with guilt. Partially for leaving you behind and partially for lying.

"Okay."

"You're never out of my sight, you know?" He peered down at the CCTV had installed in your room.

You glanced up at and raised a brow. He smiled as he watched you lay back against his bed and wave. "Yeah, it's kinda creepy to be honest."

"Well, this is the only way I felt comfortable leaving you." He said as he flitted through the other cameras, getting a look around the permitter of your room.

"It's still creepy."

He chuckled as he balanced his phone between his shoulder and skipped back to you. Your eyes drooping and your breathing getting slower. He could tell you were starting to drift off to sleep.

"No doubt. You should sleep. I know it's late over there."

"Wouldn't you know?" You counter rather quickly. "Sorry."

He chuckled at your swiftness. "Sleep."

"'Kay. Night. Miss you." You murmured as you half-heartedly blew a kiss to the camera with closed eyes.

"Good night. Miss you more."

And with that he watched as you hung up the phone and snuggled into his bedsheets wearing the last set of pajamas he had worn before he left. He frowned. Yoriichi's heart ached for you.

"Boss, are we heading out to meet the folks yet?" A head popped out from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'll be there, Haganezuka." His eyes never leaving the screen as he observed the way your chest rose and fell, fast asleep as cute as could be.

"Yoriichi."

He clicked his tongue. "Alright."

He put the monitor down and checked the app on his phone to make sure it was still connected to his home set up. He knew that Koshi was there along with more security guarding you at all times, but he couldn't help but feel worried. He sighed as he padded out the room and began to make his way to the front door.

"So slow. We don't have all day."

Yoriichi ignores Haganezuka as he put on his shoes and meticulously tied his shoe, taking his sweet time. This had only vexed his fellow clan member.

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

Yoriichi peeped up at him with a mischevious smile. "Maybe."

The man glanced down at him intently. "Brat."

"Tell me what's on the agenda today."

Haganezuka sighed as he pulled out his small notepad with a small schedule he had written out for the day. Reading out what he had set up for the day as Yoriichi had laced up his boots.

"...and obviously the most important part, meeting with [name's] parents."

Yoriichi's lips formed into a thin line at the mentioning of meeting [name's] parents behind your back. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell you but it would make things less emotional if they had kept you out out of it.

"Don't look so glum. I'm sure her dad will hate you."

"Is that suppose to cheer me up?" Yoriichi sat up to brush of his jeans.

Haganezuka beamed at him. "Nope."

Yoriichi sighed as he opened the door letting the light flood in. A new kind of resolve had coursed through him. He was the one who got you into this mess after all. It was now his turn to make it all worth your while.

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livin4mybabes · 1 year

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Just for you | nicola zalewski

request: yes | I really wanted one with Nicola Zalewski, where he's really whipped with y/n :) summary: nicola is completely whipped with you and neither you or he has even noticed until a friend makes you notice these details about him. pairing: nicola zalewski x reader —im so excited— warnings: none words count: 1.0 k author's note: kinda short but i hope you like it! —because I didn't like it that much— also just to let you know again, english is not my first language neither polish so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me—

From the day you and Nicola first met you really felt that special connection between you. Since you started getting to know each other and started having dates it didn't take you long to fall in love, and it was inevitable for you because the way he treated you, the way he looked at you, the way he talked to you, everything with him is practically perfect.

You and Nicola often went on dates and had even arranged double dates with friends of yours or teammates of his and it was there where his friends began to notice how in love he was with you, and how he was so dedicated to you.

It was common for him to sometimes get home earlier than you, so he would pick you up from work and what you would find when you got in the car was him waiting for you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Even when you got at home there was your favourite food on the kitchen counter or he would simply take you out to dinner at your favourite restaurant and then come home and cuddle together in bed to watch a movie or just talk to you about how he training was or how you were doing at work.

He loved the way you talked about your work, you sounded so passionate and he enjoyed seeing you smile and hearing your voice because it relaxed him.

He loved the way you cheered him on when he lost games, the way you held him in your arms and he automatically hid his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of the perfume he loved so much, the one he had bought you on your second anniversary. Also, when he managed to score a goal it was impossible for him not to dedicate it to you, whether you were in the stands or at home watching the match, he would dedicate it to you by making the sign you had agreed on even before you started dating.

"When I score a goal, I'll dedicate it to you."

"How will I know it's for me and not for one of your numerous girls?" You told him playfully, because yes, you knew he wasn't seeing anyone else, just you.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked you as he stood on his abdomen to turn to look at you.

"I'm playing; you don't have to do that."

"I'm not. I think I'll make the initial of your name, it's not that hard."

"Nicola..." You said blushing, it was inevitable. He kept surprising you.

"And you'll see that on Saturday I'll do it, just for you".

And yes, that Saturday at the match he had scored a goal. Quickly, he headed towards the stands where you were, avoiding his teammates who wanted to hug him to celebrate. He pointed at you and made the initial of your name, you inevitably blushed because of his action and because of the fact that people around you turned to look at you and from that moment on, he started to dedicate every goal he scored to you.

On one of your nights out with friends, you were all sitting at one of the tables in the club talking.

"Mate, you can't talk about how you wouldn't do anything for her when we travelled to Qatar you jumped out of a plane just because she wanted to”.

"That's not true" Nicola said looking offended.

"Man, don't lie do you want me to remind you". Indeed, it was true.

On a trip you had planned, you being the extrovert in the relationship and the one who liked to experience things, you had always wanted to jump out of a plane. One of your girlfriends proposed to do it, some of your friends refused and some others agreed and you decided that this would be the moment and your boyfriend... well he didn't agree at all, but he accepted.

"Will you do it Nicola?" Lorenzo had asked him.

"Jump out of the plane? No, that's crazy.

"It is, isn't it? But it looks like your girlfriend will do it”.

"Sorry, what did you say? I can't leave her alone on that, I think I'll do it too." He looks like his eyes would pop out from surprise.

"Nicola, do you consider yourself independent?" his friend asked amused.

Your boyfriend turns to look at you, and nods.

"Well, I wouldn't call it that."

"No? Then what would you call it?"

"Whipped." Lorenzo said laughing and Nicola punched him in the arm.

"And that's how Nicola jumped out of the plane just because of his girlfriend and he has the nerve to say he's not whipped." All your friends started laughing at the story he had told and so did you, but you also were surprised because you didn't know that.

Later that night when you were at home in bed and cuddling, you decided to talk about what you had found out today.

"Baby, thanks for everything”. You said to him as you stroked the hair on the back of his neck.

"What? Why?"

"You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for all the details, thank you even for doing things you wouldn't do just to make me happy, just like that time in Qatar."

"'Baby, no worries. Robię to, bo cię kocham. I do it because I love you. Because i care about you".

"I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend"

#nicola zalewski #nicola zalewski x reader #nicola zalewski one shot #nicola zalewski fluff #football imagines #football x reader #football x you #fotballer x reader

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x reader

Warnings: dom loki, sub reader, mild swearing, smut, light bandage (consentual), mentions of subspace, edging, orgasm denial

Summary: the weekend is finally here, and Loki introduces you to something new....

**yup.....another long one.......sorry.......not really though.......well kinda......but no.......🤣💚

Part Six-

It was finally Friday and your nervous energy was through the roof, Loki had told you this weekend he was going to introduce you to a few things and honeslty you couldn't wait. You had felt a bit better after your talk with a few days ago, but then questioned why you even felt that way. He wasn't your boyfriend, you weren't dating...so why did the thought of him sleeping with someone else bother you so much.....

You made it home from school deciding to call the one person who could help. "Hey y/n, everything ok?" Tanya asked on the other end "yes, I just..can I ask you something?" You asked sitting on your bed "shoot." She said. "Ok so, with my...daddy...is it normal to feel...like jealous?" You asked biting your lip. "Honestly for you, that doesn't surprise me." She said laughing "what does that mean?" You asked laughing. "Y/n, you are a very emotional creature, but you have to remember in your arrangement there are no emotions." You heard her say "you can't get attached to him because it isn't permanent, you have to kinda close off that part of your brain." She said. "Yeah, that makes sense." You sighed.

"Who else is he sleeping with?" She asked "he said no one, Just me." You told her. "Wait....just you?" She asked "yeah, he said he prefers only one partner." You said hearing silence on her end. "Hmm...well the best advice I can give you is don't get too deep, try to turn your feelings off and just enjoy it for what it is...hot sex every weekend" She said making you laugh "ok, I'll try." You said "I've gotta go, he's going to be here in a bit." You said standing up. "Ok, and y/n be careful. I don't want you to get hurt." She said "I will, I promise. I'll talk to you later." You said hanging up. You pulled off your uniform and headed for the shower.

You dried off slipping the green lingerie set on Loki had given you looking at yourself in the mirror. Flipping your hair to the side you practiced your best "fuck me" eyes, placing your hand on your hip trying to look sexy. Frowning you grabbed your robe "God im awkward." You said to yourself laughing as you made your way to the living room. You looked at your phone seeing you had ten minutes before Loki arrived you paced back and forth squeezing the tie of your robe as your nervous energy returned. What was he going to do, would you like it..you liked everything so far. You were pulled from your thoughts hearing the front door open.

You walked to the entry way seeing Loki smile at you "Hello pet, you don't have to meet me at the door." He said closing the door turning back to you "but...I wanted to." You purred walking up behind him grabbing the collar of his coat sliding it down his arms hanging it up. "Oh..is that so?" He asked turning towards you. You looked up into his eyes, they really were the most beautiful green, his long obsidian hair gently curling around his shoulders. Your eyes wandered over his features, his sharp jaw line..his flawless skin..his neck that you wanted to suck on. Your eyes traveled down to his broad chest, biting your lip wanting to run your fingers up and down chest and abs.

"What is going through that pretty head of yours pet?" He asked smirking. "C..can I touch you sir..please." You asked looking back to his eyes. "Well..since you've been good i will allow it." He said smirking. You reached forward slowly, grabbing his shirt you looked into his eyes as you untucked it, reaching up loosening his tie you slid it from around his neck dropping it to the floor. He reached forward, pulling the tie on your robe slipping his hands under the fabric he slid it down your arms "Mm pet...you do look exquisite in my colors." He smiled running a finger under your bra strap. You smiled reaching up you unbuttoned his shirt exposing his chest and abs. You bit your lip as your fingers traced the lines of his abs hearing him sigh.

You looked up seeing his Adam's apple bob up and down, stepping closer you reached up on your toes placing a gentle kiss on it as your fingers ran up. You laid your hands flat rubbing his chest as you placed an opened mouth kiss at his pulse point, sucking gently hearing him moan. One hand slid to the other side of his neck, the other slid around to his back, pulling him towards you moaning feeling his skin on yours. How was it possible to be warm and cool at the same time. He reached up lacing his fingers in your hair pulling your head back gently to look at him. "My turn pet." He smiled making you shiver. "Go to the bedroom, take these off and lie on the bed." He said sternly "yes sir." You said rushing off to your room.

You laid down on your back looking at the ceiling biting your lip. "Pet, how did you feel about being restrained?" He asked walking up to your side. "I..I liked it sir." You said looking into his eyes. "I am going to try something, what's the safeword?" He asked watching you "red sir." You said firmly "good girl, are you ready?" He asked. "Y...yes sir." You said as two pieces of green fabric appeared in his hands. "How did you.." you started seeing him wink "Magic pet...now don't move." He said sternly leaning over tying the fabric to the column of the bed frame, grabbing your wrist he tied a loose knot before going to the other side tying your other wrist. "Pull." He said as you attempted to bring your arms down with no success. "Comfortable?" He asked "yes sir im good." You said settling your head down on the pillow.

"Look at me." He said making you lift your head seeing a silver bar with two leather straps at each end appear in his hand. Since your arrangement began you had done your research wanting to be prepared and you remembered seeing one being used in a video you watched, a pleasure device used to keep your legs spread open for him while he dominated you. "Do you know what this is?" He asked "y..yes sir, I do." You said clearing your throat. He smiled leaning down he gently grabbed your ankle fastening the leather strap before doing the same to the other. He stood up holding the bar in the middle watching you, the look in his eyes making you shiver as he extended the bar out spreading you open for him. "How are you feeling?" He asked setting the bar down "g..good sir." You breathed watching him slide his shirt down his arms.

He kneeled between your legs, his fingers ghosting up your calves to your thighs. "You will not come until I say, understood?" He growled "y..yes sir, I understand." You breathed gripping the fabric in your hands. "Such a good girl..." he growled lowering himself between your thighs. You watched as he kissed his way up your thigh towards where you needed him, feeling his warm breath on you clit as his tongue circled it slowly. You layed your head back on the pillow feeling him lick from your entrance to your clit when his lips latched around it sucking hard. Your back arched off the bed feeling his teeth nip at your bud. You tried to rock your hips against him but his iron grip held you in place.

"Oooh god....sir...i..." you moaned feeling his tongue pressing harder on your bud. He gripped your hips harder growling vibrating your core. You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his as he licked and sucked, the site almost making you come on the spot. You threw your head back pulling on your restraints feeling his finger circling your entrance slowly sliding inside. You gasped as he added a second, slowly pumping in and out of you as he sucked hard on your bud. "Fuck...god aah...im..." you panted feeling your walls tighten around his fingers when he suddenly pulled them out making you whine. "I said you come when I say." He growled leaning back on his knees. He crawled up leaning over you pressing his fingers to your lips "open." He growled, parting your lips he slid the two fingers that were in you into your mouth "suck pet." He said as you sealed your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around them "Mm that's it, clean me up." He breathed pulling them out with a pop.

He leaned down pressing his tongue past your parted lips, tasting yourself mixed with him making you moan on his mouth. You felt his cock pressing against your entrance..when did he take his pants off?..he rocked his hips against you, his cock sliding through your folds as he claimed your mouth. You tried to lift your hips to nudge him where you needed him but he pulled back "did you need something pet?" He asked smirking "y..you sir, I need you...please..." you panted "your so pretty when you beg pet." He said leaning down kissing your neck. You turned your head giving him better access when he bit down on the skin under your ear making you yelp. "Remember what I said?" He asked sternly "not to come until you say." You panted trying to scoot your hips to meet his, your restraints stopping you "good girl." He growled as he thrust into you, bottoming out making you cry out.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth with long deep strokes, not near enough for you to reach your peak. You began lifting your hips to meet his thrusts when his hand pushed your hips down holding you there "patience pet, you take what I give you." He growled continuing his torturous pace. You panted feeling his other hand slide under your shoulder, his fingers gripping the back of your neck as he picked up his pace, thrusting into you faster, harder hitting that soft spot inside you making your toes curl. You felt your walls clench around him, the spring threatening to snap when he suddenly slowed to his previous pace feeling your orgasm slip away "pleeease sir...please let me come..." you begged feeling yourself get lightheaded. "Not yet pet." He said leaning down pressing his lips to yours feeling his hips rock against yours.

His thrusts began to speed up again, slamming into you hard "aaah sir...i..im...gonna..." you panted gripping the fabric around your wrists you were on the edge of release when he stopped entirely, your orgasm denied again your eyes began to water looking up at him "please....please let me come....i need to feel you....please daddy.." you cried out in frustration feeling him wipe your tears away "since you asked so nicely." He smirked kissing your cheek he leaned back on his knees gripping your hips he thrust hard and fast, jolting you up the bed as he snapped his hips against you. The sounds of your moans and his grunts filled your ears "are you going to come pet....ahhh fuck...I can feel you squeezing me life a vice..." he groaned hitting your cervix "y...yeesss...God im...aaahh..." you trailed off, your brain stopped working as you neared your peak.

"Come pet....aahhh come for me now!" He growled as your orgasm slammed into you, your walls clenching hard making him moan loudly "Gods y/n...your so...so fucking good....aaahhh..." he cried out slamming into you hard releasing inside you. He slowly thrust into a few more times riding you through your highs, leaning over you he gently grabbed your chin making you look at him. Your eyes met his, your head feeling light and fuzzy, your body tingling as your limbs went limp. You felt him grab your wrists guiding them down to your side "stay right here, do you understand pet?" He asked as you nodded "use your words pet." He said sternly "y..yes sir." You mumbled feeling him lift off you, doing something with your ankles as he laid your legs down.

You stared at the ceiling, your mind wandering when you felt the bed dip between your legs, a warmth touching your core making you hiss "I know, I just need to clean you up pet, hold still." You heard him say. You felt the weight on the bed leave, turning your head seeing Loki by your nightstand "sit up pet." He said pulling you up setting you in his lap wrapping a blanket around you "drink this." He said holding a glass of water to your lips. You drank slowly looking at him. He pulled the glass away setting it down. "Your so pretty." You said seeing him smile "so are you pet." He said tucking your hair behind your ear. "Your cock feels nice too." You said laying your head on his shoulder "well I'm glad you like it." He said laughing. You sighed closing your eyes nuzzling into his neck. "Mmm you smell nice too." You said "thank you pet, how are you feeling?" He asked "good, im.....good." you smiled feeling his hand rubbing your back.

A few minutes later the fog in your brain lifted, looking down realizing you were sitting in his lap you looked up at him "there you are, how are you feeling?" He asked smiling. "W..what happened?" You asked "You went into sub space." He said watching you. "What..what is that?" You asked "I'll explain tomorrow, right now you need water and rest. Are you hungry?" He asked "no, just exhausted." You said yawning. He lifted you off his lap pulling your duvet down he laid you down pulling it up around you "sleep in tomorrow, I want you to rest after tonight and we'll talk more when I come over tomorrow." He said sternly "yes sir." You smiled snuggling under the covers. "And plenty of water, I mean it." He said "I will sir i promise." You said "good girl, I'll see you at 6 sharp tomorrow." He said leaning down kissing your head turning off the light.

You closed your eyes vaguely registering the door opening and closing as you drifted off to sleep and the world around you fell away.....

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magnus-falafelking · 2 months

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OOC (fierrochase high school au fic im starting)

FIERROCHASE BAND AU

Chapter 1

Blue Jolly Ranchers Rock

“Come on, Magnus, it won’t be that bad. It’s just a school.”

“I was homeschooled my whole life, Annabeth. This is bad.” I crossed my arms.

Annabeth Chase smiled serenely, “I promise you it’s not. You’ll make new friends and stuff.”

“I thought you were gonna introduce me to your friends,” I raised an eyebrow.

“I am,” Annabeth hesitated, “But you should make other friends as well.”

“Hmph,” Was all I said to this. What I really wanted to do was ask Annabeth if she was embarrassed by her weird cousin with chin-length unkempt blonde hair. Oh right, I reminded myself, that’s me. I looked up at the big bricked building. I definitely did not want to be here. After my mom, Natalie Chase died, I went to live with my cousin Annabeth, her father, and step-family.

I was thankful for them of course, but I always hated the pitied looks from my relatives.

My mom was dead and that was that. End of discussion. Don’t feel sorry. It’s fine.

“Come on, Mags, we gotta get to the front office to get your schedule and meet your guide,” Annabeth said, starting up the sidewalk to the front door.

Her words sent panic flowing through my system.

“Wait, what guide?” I asked, stopping my cousin by grabbing her arm.

Annabeth sighed and yanked away from me gently, “I forgot to tell you, I’m not gonna be showing you around the place. I can’t, I’ve got an algebra test first period!” Annabeth looked at me with, sorry Magnus, work always comes first because I'm such a nerd, but you’ll survive!! still sorry though! grey eyes. Grey eyes were pretty much a Chase family trademark. Mine were the same shade.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. And maybe it was. Maybe the guide would be totally cool. I’d be friends with them and I would have a not-so-horrible first day. Or maybe the guide would be a total jerk and I would have a miserable day.

It was a 50-50 chance.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to take the chance.

Annabeth swung the door open and I saw an old lady secretary sitting behind a computer, typing away.

The lady smiled when she saw Annabeth, “Good morning, Ms. Chase,” she said to her.

“Morning, Mrs. Davidson!” Annabeth said and then whispered to me, “Get on her good side. She’s got a whole jar of blue jolly ranchers on her desk.”

“Uh,” I started my sentence in a very cool, impressive way, “Morning,” I said to the old lady.

“You must be Magnus Chase, our new student,” Mrs. Davidson glanced at me once before pulling open the desk drawer and pulling out a slip of paper—my schedule.

“Here you go,” she handed me the paper and peered at me over her glasses, “Welcome to Half Blood High.”

Chapter 2

Samirah Studies me Like I’m Her History Textbook

As a new student, I certainly did not get the fresh pick of classes for my sophomore year.

Biology, Algebra, Geography, English, PE, and Spanish

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, and boring.

And then for my elective, I got…art?

Art. Magnus Chase and art? I was sure the people who arranged this schedule were messing with me.

I would’ve much preferred choir or something. I liked to sing. And I was actually sort of good at it.

I didn’t have anything against art, I just kinda sucked at it.

I guessed I’d have to get over the sucking if I wanted to pass.

My mother, however, was great at art. She’d paint me pictures every birthday, and hang them on my bedroom wall.

By the time I was 13, 13 painted pictures were hanging above my bed.

And now there were none. All the paintings were burned in the fire. Along with Natalie Chase.

I turned to Annabeth.

“Where my guide?” I asked.

“She should be- “

The office door swung open.

A girl with dark olive skin ran in. She wore a green hijab, jeans, a dark purple hoodie, and black sneakers. She wore an exhausted expression.

“Sorry I’m late,” the girl panted, and then her eyes met mine, “You must be Magnus,” She sighed.

“Uh, yeah,” I cleared my throat, “Hey.”

The girl looked at me like she was trying to figure me out.

Good luck! I wanted to tell her. I can’t figure me out myself!

“I’ll be your guide. My name’s Samirah,” she finally said, “But call me Sam.”

“Cool. You can uh, call me Magnus,” I stammered.

Sam laughed, which meant she thought I was funny, or an idiot.

The second option was probably the one.

“Well Magnus,” Sam glanced back up at me, “I guess I should start showing you around.”

After about an hour of a tour from Sam, I got a pretty good idea of the place.

“Any questions?” Sam asked when we returned to the main foyer.

How do I get out of this? But I didn’t actually say that. I asked my brain, which didn’t have an answer. What an unhelpful brain.

“No,” I cleared my throat, “Thanks for uh, showing me around.”

“No problem,” She said, “It’s about to be lunchtime so we should get to the cafeteria,” Sam started down the hall.

“Oh. Yeah, okay,” I followed behind Sam.

I wondered if I’d get to meet Annabeth’s friends. From what I had heard, they were kind of popular at school and were really nice.

I had already met her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, who was super cool and was on the swim team.

But there was also Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Will, who were mysteries to me.

I also wondered if they were too cool for me. Which was cringey, but just how I felt. I wondered what Annabeth had told them about me.

And ultimately, if I were to join the group, 9 was an odd number.

Woah. I was kinda jumping the gun.

I hadn’t even meant them yet and I was worrying about being a ninth wheel?

Calm down, Magnus, I told myself.

“Magnus?”

Someone else said my name.

It was Sam, who had stopped walking and turned to face me.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I’m- yeah im good.”

I wondered why she cared. Sam was nice, but she’d only just met me.

Sam considered me, her brown eyes interlocking with my grey ones.

Now, usually if I were to make such serious eye contact with a cute girl, I’d be a complete mess. But Sam looked at me with eyes that were narrow and accusing.

“I’m trying to figure you out, Magnus Chase. This whole time, you’ve barely said anything to me. Are you sure you’re fine?”

I hesitated but quickly nodded. I jumped as the loud bell rang.

A look of realization came over Sam’s face.

“Are you nervous?” She asked.

Embarrassment washed over me.

“Uh, I don’t know,” I said.

“Ok. So you’re nervous. I get it. First day can be hard. But Half Blood High is a relatively open minded and friendly place.”

“Relatively?”

“You just…have to look out for the right people is all,” Sam’s expression softened.

I could tell she was one of the right people.

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Now let’s go to lunch.”

“Annabeth!” I spotted her by her curly blonde hair.

She was walking into the cafeteria with Percy and pretty cocoa haired girl with light brown skin.

Annabeth glanced at me wore a tight smile and gave me a small wave.

I told Sam thanks and bye, and waked up to Annabeth.

“Is this Magnus?” The girl beside Annabeth asked.

Annabeth sighed, “Yep. Piper meet my cousin, Magnus Chase. Magnus, meet my best friend, Piper McLean.”

“Sup,” I said to Piper.

“Sup,” Piper smirked.

“Sup,” Percy added in, giving me a fist bump.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. She grabbed my arm and led me into the cafe, Percy and Piper following right behind.

Annabeth led me to a circle table in the middle of the cafe where 5 other students sat.

She pointed her finger at each of them and told me their names.

The dude Piper sat next to was Jason Grace. He was a tall guy with short, straight blonde hair and glasses. He had a small scar on his upper lip and greeted me with a small smile.

Next to Jason, sat Leo Valdez. He had light brown skin and dark but wide eyes that seemed to have a spark in them.

“Uh uh uh,” Leo interrupted Annabeth, “Not just Leo Valdez. I’m Leo Valdez bad boy supreme.”

Annabeth just sighed.

“If Calypso was here she’d agree!”

Next to Leo was Will Solace, who seemed like a ray of sunshine with his tousled curly blonde hair and cheeks littered with freckles. He smiled at me and waved.

Nico di Angelo leaned against Will’s shoulder. He looked at me with dark calculating eyes. The look wasn’t so much hatred, as it was how Sam looked at me a few minutes ago.

Speaking of Sam, I wondered where she sat. My eyes darted around and saw Sam sitting with a red haired girl, an African American guy, and a muscular guy. They were laughing, joking and smiling and having a good time. They seemed nice.

But I turned back to Annabeth’s friends.

“Okay well that’s everyone. Hazel and Frank aren’t here right now. They’re at a Save Our Strays meeting. Bye now,” Annabeth told me.

Bye?

“I thought I was-“

Annabeth gave him a warning look but with a bit of exasperation.

“Go sit with Sam,” she told me.

A rush of irritation flowed through me.

I went to sit with Sam.

“Oh! Hey there Magnus,” Sam was surprised as I set my lunch bag down.

“Can I sit here?” I asked her.

“Of course,” Sam pulled out the chair for me and then turned to her friends, “This is Magnus Chase.”

“The guy you were showing around? Aka the reason you were absent in calculus this morning and I couldn’t copy off of ya?” The girl with curly red hair asked Sam with a smirk.

“Yep,” Sam replied and then introduced me to all her friends.

The red haired smirking girl was Mallory Keen.

The muscular guy who seemed to be close with Mallory was Halfborn Gunderson. He held up an hand and waved at me.

The African American guy with short girly brown hair and light eyes was T.J.

As I sat down and said hi to them, I noticed an object sticking out of Mallory’s book bag. It looked like a…

“Mallory,” I started, my eyebrows raised, “What’s that?” I asked.

Mallory looked from me to the knife.

“Oops,” she stuffed the knife in a different pocket so that it was hidden, “Silly me.”

Silly me?

“What were you gonna uh, use that for?” I pressed.

“Just a precaution,” Mallory assured me, “Sometimes us girls have to take certain precautions,” And she ended the conversation with a one syllable laugh.

“There’s so many people transferring to Half Blood High,” T.J told me, “First you and now Sam’s…”

“Brother.” Sam finished after a bit of consideration.

I thought about that. Why would Sam attend Half Blood High but her brother is just now transferring?

Sam seemed to read my mind.

“He’s my half brother. He just got out of a…situation and moved here,” Sam shifted uncomfortably.

I nodded. I understood situations very well.

“Anyways,” Sam cleared her throat, “We’ll get to that tomorrow.”

“Where’s your schedule?” T.J then asked, “We should see if you have any classes with us.”

I dug in my somehow already unorganized book sack and pulled out my schedule.

“Cool! We’ve got calculus together!” Mallory pointed at his second period class and glanced at Sam, who was also in that class.

“Thank god,” I muttered.

I really didn’t want to go through 10th grade calculus alone.

“We’ve got PE,” Halfborn noticed.

With his muscles, I would’ve assumed Halfborn was on the football team or something like that. But he wasn’t and that’s fine. That just meant I wouldn’t endure physical torture alone either.

“And we’ve got history together along with Sam and Halfborn,” T.J smiled at me.

“Cool,” I nodded and picked up my schedule.

I ate my sandwich as I watched Mallory and Sam get into a deep conversation about alternative bands.

“You like twenty one pilots?” I asked when she mentioned them.

“Yeah. I also like Weezer and The Killers,” I told her, unscrewing the cap on my Gatorade bottle.

“Me too,” Sam smiled.

“Oh great. Now they’re going to geek out.,” Mallory sighed.

“Now,” Sam looked at me with a glint in her eyes, “Blue Album, Green Album, or Teal Album?”

“Oh, Blue Album all the-“

The bell rang.

We groaned.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to English. You better hurry, Magnus. The art room is upstairs,” Sam informed me.

So I rushed to my class.

Chapter 3

Nico Di Angelo is a Dam Good Artist

“Sorry…I’m…late,” Magnus said between tired breaths.

“It’s only your first day, Chase. I’ll let it slide,

The teacher, Mr Blitz, told him. He was a stout man with dark skin, long dreads and an interesting fashion sense.

I studied the room and I found an empty seat next to one of Annabeth’s friends, Nico di Angelo.

He looked at me with the same dark eyes he had given me at lunch.

I sat down next to him.

It was the only open seat.

“Today, class, you will be continuing the portrait project,” Mr Blitz told them, “For those of you who have just joined us, you will draw a portrait of someone special in your life. Now, get started and get creative!”

I grabbed a sheet of blank sketch paper from off the counter and started to sketch the shape of a head.

Though, I wasn’t sure whatever shape I drew sufficed as a head but it would have to do.

I glanced over at Nico, who was working on two portraits. One was visibly a girl, the other a boy. If there was anything Nico was, it was a dam good artist.

He seemed to have finish the boy before the girl, because I could tell who the boy was— Will Solace.

From their body language at lunch, I wondered if they were together.

“Are you judging my art?” A gritted voice spoke.

I looked up. Nico was glaring at me.

“I- well- um- you see-“ I spluttered.

“I’m kidding,” one side of Nico’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “I like to joke.”

I couldn’t tell with the way Nico presented himself as dark and brooding. I guess all that “Don’t judge a book by its cover” crap pays off.

“Your portraits are good,” I told Nico, glancing back down at them.

“Thanks. I’m going to give this one to Will,” Nico said, gesturing to the finished product.

Nico had a slight Italian accent that was very prominent when he said his i’s, making “Will” sound like “weel”.

“Is- is Will your…” I left the words hanging, hoping Nico would finish for me. He did.

“My boyfriend,” He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. He is”

Nico seemed the defensive with these words.

I, personally had no problems with information. Boy dates a boy, girl dates a girl. Whatever. It didn’t matter.

But from how uptight Nico seemed about the subject, I assumed he’d gotten judged in the past.

So I said, “That’s cool.”

Nico relaxed. “Yeah. It is.”

As time in the class ticked by, I was busy with my portrait. I decided to make it of my mom. Surprise, surprise.

Nico ended up helping me with the head since I guess I did it wrong or something.

At the end of class when the bell rang and Nico waved bye, I had to wonder, were me and Nico di Angelo now friends?

The rest of the day passed by relatively quick. I had biology, PE, and Spanish in the afternoon.

When the bell rang, I met Annabeth at her car.

I wasn’t that happy with her after lunch, but she was my only ride home.

I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. Annabeth got in, turned the key, and pulled out of the parking lot.

…

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Sure, I believe that,” Annabeth’s tone was sarcastic.

“You should,” I told her.

“Is this about what happened at lunch?”

I shrugged.

“Magnus,” Annabeth turned to me when we pulled up at a stoplight, “I was just-“

“Are you embarrassed by me?” I had to ask.

“What? Mags, no. Of course not.”

“Then why'd you push me away from your friends? They're too good for me?”

“No!” Annabeth groaned, “You're taking this out of context. Magnus, I just want you to branch out. Have other friends rather than mine! Is that so bad.”

I shrugged.

“Would you stop that?” Annabeth said, “I'm trying to help you be independent, meanwhile you're stubborn.”

“I just thought you'd be by my side.”

“I'm not holding onto your leash or anything. I'm not your caretaker. For gods sake, I'm not your mom, Magnus!”

I don’t know why, but when Annabeth said this, something inside of me just snapped.

Not snap as in yell at her.

No. I just stayed silent, letting Annabeth’s guilt sink in.

Her face paled, considering her word choice, “Magnus, I-“

I shook my head. Hard. Tears threatened my eyes but I didn’t give in.

I stayed silent the rest of the car ride. So did Annabeth.

Chapter 4

Percy Mourns Over his Car

I woke up at 6 am to get ready for school. I ate breakfast across from my cousin in silence. But I was kinda tired of it.

Don’t get me wrong, I was mad at Annabeth, but I couldn’t stay salty forever.

It just wasn’t possible. Not when Annabeth was as kind and cool as she was.

“Uh,” I cleared my throat, “I heard there’s a dance next week. You taking Percy?”

Annabeth looked up at me with surprised eyes, “Yeah. The whole group’s going.”

I nodded. Personally, dances weren’t my thing. So I’d probably stay home.

“You could, um, tag along,” Annabeth offered.

I smiled. I really did appreciate Annabeth’s offer. And I was about to take it but, as I said, dances weren’t really my thing.

What can I say? I’m a homeschooled kid. Big events freak me out.

Annabeth smiled.

I liked the terms we were on now.

Even if they just covered up a problem. Better than having the problem stick around.

After I got ready and Annabeth finished up doing whatever takes girls so long to get ready, we headed out the door to Annabeth’s car.

“Oh, Mags, I meant to tell you earlier, we’re gonna pick up Percy,” She told me, sliding into the driver's seat as I got in the passenger side.

“Cool,” I nodded, “Why?”

Annabeth smirked, “His car broke down.”

“Oh.”

“So that kinda means you gotta move to the back.”

“Will I have to watch you two kiss?” I asked, moving to the back.

Annabeth scoffed but smiled, “Shut up.”

I just smirked and laid back in my seat.

When we pulled up to Percy’s apartment complex, I could see Percy jogging out. He got in the car and said, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Annabeth kissed his cheek.

I joked about a fake gag.

Percy turned to me, “Sup, Magnus?” He smiled.

“Nothin much. You?”

“A lot. I’m starting a job at the public pool to make some money to pay for a new car,” Percy grimaced.

“Yeah- how did that even happen?” I asked him.

“It just gave out on me!” Percy threw up his hands.

He sighed, “Man, and I liked that car.”

“There are other fish in the sea,” Annabeth smirked.

When we got to school, Percy went to walk Annabeth to class. I knew he loved his girlfriend, but the really advanced AP classes were at the far end of the school. If I were him, my legs would be screaming.

I made my way to first-period history, where I reminded myself I’d see some of my friends, TJ, Sam, and Halfborn.

Halfborn and TJ were already in the classroom when I walked in.

They came up to me and we started chatting.

“Hey, Gunderson!” A rough voice called to Halfborn.

Halfborn’s face twisted with exhaustion and frustration, “What do you want X?”

A big, strong guy with shaggy blonde hair walked up to them.

X’s lips curved into a sour smirk, “I was just wondering who this here is,” he glanced at me, “And apologize to him for having to join your pathetic band of weirdos.”

“Just leave us alone, Xander. Magnus chose to hang with us,” But TJ looked at me after saying that, his eyes asking: right?

“Yeah,” I said quietly, “I did.”

I wasn’t quiet because I was ashamed.

I was quiet because I was nervous about the guy looming over my friends and me.

“Hmph,” Said X.

“Whatever, X,” Halfborn glared at him, “You’re just salty because I left the team.”

X opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the teacher telling the class to quiet down. X grunted and went back to his seat while TJ, Halfborn, and I sat down in our seats.

I got worried when Sam didn’t show up to class. Was she sick? Was I allowed to worry? Were we, like, friends?

When class dismissed, I asked TJ about Sam.

“She’s showing around her brother, remember?”

“I forgot,” I said. But of course, Sam would be the one showing her brother around. I wondered what he was like. I wondered if we might be friends. Sam was in 11th grade. What grade was her brother in? Would he be in any of my classes?

Halfborn walked next to us, looking sort of dejected.

“Uh, you okay?” I asked him.

“I hate X,” He told me

“He seems like a jerk. Is he mean to you a lot?”

“Ever since we got into a fight and I left the football team.”

“Why’d you leave the team?” I wondered.

“Because I hated him. He talked about Mallory,” he replied.

“Really?”

“He was mad because she turned him down.”

“He liked her?” I asked.

“A lot. But Mallory was already dating me and she wasn’t interested. So she turned him down.”

“And he blamed you.”

Halfborn snorted, “He said I was “holding her back” Mals got mad at this of course, and wanted to murder him, but I handled it.” He said with a grin.

“But now he taunts you mercilessly,” I nodded.

“Every. Single. Day,” TJ said, frustration in his voice.

“Sorry,” was all I could think to say.

“No one's fault except that jerk’s” TJ assured me.

We stayed silent, the three of us walking side by side, until I had to go to calculus. So we parted ways and I made my way to the classroom.

I sat next to the apparently murderous Mallory Keen and pulled out my workbook to do the problems on the board.

We ended up working on our books all class. I watched the clock longing for the minute hand to just speed up. Would that be too much to ask? I ended up giving Mallory free answers because, you know, friendship.

When the bell rang I was glad to leave. Not Mallory, the class. In fact, I walked with Mallory to English and talked to her, asking about Sam’s brother and the jerk X.

Mallory sighed, “Did Halfborn mention this crap with X happened like, two years ago? When we were freshmen?” She asked.

“No,” I answered, surprised. Why was the dude so hung up on a 9th-grade unrequited love?

I went to English, where I found Piper McLean, Will Solace, and Jason Grace. They invited me to sit with them and I accepted their offer. I soon learned they were a fun bunch. I also learned they had some sort of loathing hatred for our English teacher, who was tight-faced and had a nasal voice that gave me a headache. Seemed as if everyone did. I assumed I would soon.

I practically zoomed out of that classroom when the bell rang for lunch.

Chapter 5

The New Kid Punches me because I am an Idiot

I met Halfborn, TJ, and Mallory at the lunch table.

“Hey Mags,” Mallory nodded at me.

“Have you seen Sam and her brother yet?” TJ asked me.

“No,” I replied, “I thought they’d be here.”

Halfborn shrugged, “Maybe she’s still showing-“

But he was cut off by Sam’s voice saying, “Hey.” Behind me. I turned around to face her, but when I saw the kid next to her, I forgot how the breathe.

The kid’s features struck me like lighting. A charismatic expression, wryly smile, green hair sprouting from dark roots, and two-toned colored eyes. The right eye was brown and the left one seemed to be a bronze-ish gold. There was a name for eyes like those, but I didn’t remember what it was. My mom always called them David Bowie eyes.

The kid wore a checkered sweater vest on top of a collared shirt, lime green jeans, rose-high tops, and a pink sweater wrapped around his waist.

“You can stop staring now,” The kid told me.

“I- I wasn't- you-” I blushed and looked away.

Sam whispered something to the kid, who went, “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll introduce myself.”

The kid turned to the rest of us, “I’m Alex Fierro. Nice to meet you I guess.”

Alex pulled out the seat next to mine and plopped down, making himself at home.

“Is he-“ Mallory started

“She,” Alex corrected.

“What?” Mallory asked.

“Call me she unless and until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yeah but-“

“She and her,” Alex said firmly.

“Alex is genderfluid,” Sam told the group.

A stuffy, uncomfortable filled the area.

Awkwardness.

I hated awkwardness.

Maybe a joke would make things less tense.

“Genderfluid? So you uh, switch between genders? Do you assign a gender for each day of the week? Monday you’re a dude, Tuesday you’re a girl?” I attempted to crack a smile.

And apparently, my joke was so unfunny and idiotic that I earned a punch square in the face from Alex Fierro.

It wasn’t a horribly hard punch that would result in my nose breaking or bleeding.

It still hurt like hell. I’d probably have a bruise.

I didn’t blame Alex for hitting me. It was a lame joke. But why oh why did she have to have such a good punch?

“Agh,” I held my head in my hands.

“Magnus!” Sam exclaimed and then turned to Alex, “Why’d you do that?” She asked her.

“I- well he was being sort of stupid,” Alex pointed out.

“Maybe, but you shouldn’t have punched him.”

“The guy can take it, Sam.”

And she was right, I could take it. But that doesn’t mean I wanted it.

“Fine- it’s fine-“ winced, putting up my hand.

“I should still take you to the nurse,” Sam said.

She glanced around the cafe. Everyone was staring.

“Get back to your lunch, people!” Alex announced.

And they did. Because Alex Fierro was the kind of person you wanted to listen to.

Sam sighed. “Come on, Magnus, let’s go tell the nurse you ran into a wall.”

The nurse gave me an ice pack for my supposed run-in with the wall.

“Sorry, Magnus,” Sam apologized as we made our way down the hall.

“It’s not your fault,” I said.

“I know. It’s Alex. She’s just-“

“No it’s fine, I was being stupid.”

“I won’t deny or confirm that but Alex shouldn’t have punched you.”

I just shrugged.

“She hates this whole thing, you know?”

“Hates what?

“Being at a new school. Getting judged,” Sam replied, “She’s been judged by everyone her whole life. Classmates, adults. Even her own family was…toxic.” That hadn’t seemed to be what Sam wanted to say at first but she left it at that.

“Oh. So she’s wary of people. That’s why she punched me,” I guessed.

“Probably. But maybe she just didn’t like your comment. I didn’t really like it either. You need to work on your humor, Chase.” She shot me a smirk.

I smiled, “Yeah, I do.”

The bell for 4th period rang before we could even get back to the cafeteria. Luckily, Sam and I had brought our things with us in case of this. So we just headed to class.

I had hoped to avoid Alex Fierro for the rest of the day. Not because I hated her for punching me. Because I wanted to give her time to cool off so that I wouldn’t need to go to the nurse for a second time.

But luck is never in my favor, since Alex Fierro was who I saw in my art class, chatting with Mr Blitzen.

Mr Blitzen pointed at me and Nico’s desks, which couldn’t be a good sign, and turned back to Alex and continued speaking.

The horror only got worse.

Alex sat down in Nico’s empty seat. Where was Nico? I silently cursed him, as his absence would most likely result in another bruise.

I slowly made my way to his seat, not saying a word to Alex.

That was until she slapped two crisp dollar bills in front of me. One was a ten, the other a five.

“Uh, what’s this?” I asked.

“Payment, duh,” Alex smirked.

“For-for punching my face?” I pointed to my bruise.

“What else?”

“You don’t have to pay for my face,” I shook my head.

Alex snorted, “That sounds weird.”

“It does.”

“Anyways, if you don’t want my money then I guess…”

I sort of did want it. I’d probably be able to get a new comic book with that money. But Fierro didn't need to give me apology money.

“You can take it back,” I told him.

“Whew. That's a relief. I kinda need that money anyways,” Alex said. I wondered why but decided not to ask. Maybe it had something to do with the “situation” she had gotten herself into.

We stayed silent. Alex had gotten a paper to work on her own portrait. I couldn't quite tell who she was drawing. A boy, but he wasn't familiar. Of course not, since I wasn't connected to Alex in any way except for Sam. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized. I had seen Fierro before. I wasn't sure exactly when or where, but I was pretty sure I might've seen her on the street or in an aisle at a store in my old neighborhood.

“His name is Adrian,” A voice broke my train of thought.

“What?” I looked up at Alex.

“The guy in my portrait,” she clarified, “His name was Adrian.”

“Oh, cool,” was all I could say. Because I caught the “was” and wanted to talk about it. But I didn't want to make Alex uncomfortable, or worse, earn another punch.

She looked at my paper, “May I give you a suggestion? Outline the proportions before you start on the features.”

I looked at the portrait. The proportions were out of place. That's why my mom's eyes looked so weird.

“Thanks,” I told her.

“Least I could do since I kinda gave you a black eye,” Alex shrugged.

“Is it that bad?” I asked.

“Nah not really,” Alex answered, “The bruising is only under your eye,” she said.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

And we were silent while working on our projects for the rest of class.

I didn't know what to do with Alex Fierro. She was intimidating. Intense. But at the same time, she was intriguing. I wanted to know Alex Fierro. I wanted to figure out what she was all about.

But how could I dig deeper without hurting her? (which would result in hurting me)

After class, when the bell rang, I decided to do something.

I stopped Alex Fierro on the way out.

“Can I have your number?”

Alex raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Uh, because I wanna text you,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what friends do?”

“We’re friends?” Alex raised her other eyebrow.

“I mean, do you want to be…?”

Alex shrugged. “I guess.”

She gave me her number.

Chapter 6

Sam lets me Have the Aux Cord

“Magnus!” Sam called to me.

I was walking in the student parking lot, heading to Annabeth’s car, when I spotted Sam and Alex standing by a blue Mazda.

I walked over to them.

“I didn’t know you could drive,” Sam said, “Are you sixteen?” She asked.

“No, I’m fifteen,” I answered.

My birthday was in January. It was currently March.

My mind went back to the time when I was thirteen. My mom promised me she’d get me a car for my birthday. She’d already started setting money aside when I started junior high.

“I want to get you a sports car,” She told me one day when we were on the road.

“Why?” I asked, “Aren’t those expensive.”

“Maybe,” mom sighed with a sad smile, “But you know, high school girls like riding in sports cars. With the top down, a cute guy next to her.”

“Ew,” I said.

My mom gave a soft laugh, “You might say that now, but that’s how I met your father.”

My mother’s eyes looked tired and sad. That’s how they always looked when she talked about my dad.

“Uhh, Magnus?” Sam waved in front of me.

“Oh, sorry,” I apologized and looked at her car, “Nice ride,” I told her.

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, “Alex and I were just about to head back home. You need a ride?”

I hesitated, but then said, “If it’s not too much trouble.”

I wondered if Annabeth would mind. Probably not. She was driving Percy home anyway and I really didn’t feel like being a third wheel.

“It’s not. And I’ll let you have the aux,” Sam smiled.

“But I thought-“ Alex started.

“Let the guy with the black eye pick the music,” Sam said firmly, “Besides I’m tired of listening to Odetari.”

Alex rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. But I call shotgun!” Alex slid into the passenger side seat.

Sam looked at me with exhaustion. Being Alex’s sister must be tiring.

I got into the back seat and Sam got in the drivers side.

After buckling up I pulled out my phone and texted Annabeth that I was riding with Sam.

Me: I’m riding with Sam. She’s gonna drop me off. Don’t be mad.

Annabeth: why would I be?

Me: idk tell Percy hi for me

Annabeth: k see you later

“Well, Maggie, ready to play us some sick tunes?” Alex asked, glancing back at me before opening the top mirror, pulling out a tube from her bag and touching up her eyeliner.

“Don’t call me Maggie,” I said, taking the cord as Sam handed it to me.

I plugged my phone in and opened Spotify.

I tapped on my main playlist that included my favorite bands. Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, Weezer, and The Killers.

The first song that came on shuffle was 505.

Alex put her eyeliner away and grinned, “I absolutely love this song,” she said.

“Is this…Arctic Monkeys?” Sam asked, “I have their AM record.”

As the song went on, I started singing quietly. Not too loud, or I’d probably ruin the song for Alex and Sam. But still, I sang. I loved singing this song. I felt a rush of satisfaction as I hit the notes perfectly.

My favorite lyric was about to come up and I sang my heart out when the singer sang: I crumble completely when you cry

When the song ended, I found Alex turned around in her seat, looking at me with a daring glint in her eye.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” She exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Sam looked at me in the rear view mirror, “Magnus that was…awesome!”

“T-thanks,” I told them. I didn’t know what to do with this compliment. I had a love for singing since I was little, but nobody had ever told me my voice was awesome.

“I wish I had my guitar with me. I learned to play that rift a while ago,” Alex told me.

“And I could totally learn that on drums,” Sam added.

We were all quiet for a second, deep in thought.

“Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked over Weezer’s Sweater Song.

Alex smirked, “We should start a band.”

“What?” I asked. I was thinking it too, but I didn’t know they were serious.

“We totally could,” Sam agreed.

“I’m in, obviously,” Alex said.

“So am I,” Sam looked at me, “You in Magnus?”

“I-“ I paused. Maybe this was good. Maybe a band would be the perfect way to get my mind off of things, “I’m in.” I made up my mind.

@imasimpdealwithit i think you wanted to read this lol

#rick riordanverse #pjo #mcga #alex fierro #fierrochase #magnus chase #samirah al abbas #fanfic

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love-toxin · 2 years

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I hate going to the dentist, they scare me and make me so anxious but I really need to go to one bc I have an issue w one of my teeth + gums in that tooths area. Im trying to distract myself w yan fruity four n imagine that theyre comforting me:(

IM HERE ANON!!!! i feel you so much i don't like the dentist either, the anxiety is so real 🥺 but the yan fruity four would so be on it with you!! ♡

i can imagine they're all clearly very supportive, but they're also keen on working together so they decide to tackle your problem in different areas. Nancy takes care of your more practical needs, like making your appointment for you, arranging your ride, taking down all the details over the phone for how you can prepare and in the case of needing work done, how to provide aftercare while you're healing. she's so on the nose that it kinda feels like she's your dentist which is a little more comforting to think of. except instead of giving you a toothbrush and some toothpaste as a reward for getting through the appointment, she gives you snuggles and praises you on doing so well and being so responsible. and kisses, lots of kisses.

Steve babies you soooooooo much--he probably tries to get you out of having to go until he realizes just how much you need it, and then he switches over to reassuring you and hyping you up to go in as the appointment draws closer. he's definitely the one driving you there and stroking your hair as he drives you back home, if he could have you in his lap as he does he would, but he just has to wait until you get home. curses. but at least when you arrive he doesn't let you do anything for yourself, even unbuckling your seat belt--he reaches over and undoes it for you with a click, before getting out and coming around to your side to pick you up and bridal carry you into the house. and then you're set, because if Steve catches even a whiff of you wanting or needing something, he's on you and bringing whatever it is as quickly and efficiently as he can.

Robin, surprisingly, is the one that goes into the office and into your appointment with you. Steve and Nancy will both wait in the car to make sure everything on the outside is safe (call them paranoid, but they have good reason to) while Robin helps you check in and sits with you as you're waiting. but it's mostly because she's the best at making you laugh, and she tends to be the least uptight of the group so she makes for a good "friend" to come with you and settle you down with a squeeze of your hand. plus, she's already got plans on what snacks she's gonna get to keep for you when you're feeling up to eating them--primarily things like icecream and softer snacks that'll be easy on those poor teeth of yours. she'll even make Steve stop at the convenience store on the way home so she can grab them all, along with some flowers as a special present for being so good and going in even when you didn't want to.

and Eddie, sweet Eddie, doesn't come to the appointment for the simple reason that he needs to make sure your recovery room is perfect for you. he'll decorate your room with strings of fairy lights and set up your bed like a huge pillow fort, he'll even drag in one of the smaller crts and stretch a blanket over the top of it, so you can cuddle inside and watch all the cheesy, scary movies you guys can get your hands on. he'll throw a bunch of his own blankets and pillows inside too so that it smells like him, and because he knows that cuddling with his things comforts you (and he loves it so much, phew) as well as his cassette player and some of the mixtapes he's made for you in case you want to play them to fall asleep to. so when you're carried in by Steve and he lays you down inside your new fort, Eddie's already so eager to comfort you that he just grabs you and clings to you like a little koala. the others'll have to wedge themselves in just to get their own cuddles in, and even Nancy and Steve will get in on the action and cram themselves in beside the others to make a big snuggle pile, even though they'll have to deal with the rather intense movies Eddie's picked. but at least they have you! that's all that really matters.

#yandere fruity four #fruity four #yandere fruity four x reader #fruity four x reader #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #anons

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meetbag · 2 years

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Mito Uzumaki headcanons

its mito’s birthday today, and because im too lazy to draw i will offer you all some of my mito headcanons. warning: kinda long lol

- mito is the second eldest of eight girls. yeah you read right, eight. it was utterly chaotic in that house (though she ends up losing two of them to one of uzushio’s violent summer storms/terminal illness.)

-the uzumaki are a matriarchal clan and most spouses marry in. hsrm is an exception because of his status and the senju clan’s prestige.

- mito was a tasmanian devil demon child with poofy rats nest hair that gave adult madara’s mane a run for its money. they’d try to make her sit prim and proper and do her flower arranging/sewing classes but she’d always weasel out of it or find a way to set something on fire. she grows up and does a 180, becomes one of the most calm and collected uzumaki in her clan (externally lol). mainly because she enjoys defying peoples expectations and fucking with them behind her mask of propriety.

- this woman has the most garbage sense of humour. completely nonsensical, tbrm/madara/izuna/toka... none of them get how hsrm can say the dumbest shit and shes on the floor. hsrm is equally baffled but basking in the attention.

- she has a massive crocodile summons and her main element is lightning. (electrically charged adamantine chains anyone? lets fucking goooo!!!)

- gets along very well with madara/tbrm. she&madara affectionately trash talk each other, her&tbrm talk science/jutsu theory. very big-brained lady.

- bit of a perfectionist and clean freak. will bite her husband in the neck if he trails dirt into the house after gardening/sparring.

- an absolute dom in bed-WHAAEEHHHOOEEEEYYUUGHH HEY who wrote that

i have so many more but i cant remember half of em atm so ill wrap it up. ty all for reading my deranged ramblings

#mito uzumaki #headcanons #naruto

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1000 kisses

Hey y'all 👋��. Im Melody but you can call me Mel. Im 19 and ive been an army since 2019.

So it's my first time posting here. I'm not new to the writing community. I have an Instagram account @ggukzashi where you can follow me though I've taken a break from posting on Instagram for now.

Anyway this is a pretty old post on my ig but I decided to post it here. I will post some of my older fiction and I'll try to write new ones as well so lemme know if you guys have any ideas.

Also sidenote if this storyline seems kinda familiar like you've read this sewhere, dw it's not my own creation entirely. It's inspired by the book "A Thousand Boy Kisses".

Tags/Warnings: ANGST!!!, relationship AU, death, heartbreak, SMUT!!, lil bit of fluff if you squint, slight degradation, soft dom/daddy jimin sub reader ( slightly), romance, flirty Park jimin (😩💦), swearing, slight praising if you will, female oral (receiving), nipple play, fingering, teasing, adult themes ♡-----------------------------------------------------------♡

“Mmm,” you moan into his mouth as his tongue roams around your mouth.

“990,” he says and you smile at him before running to your room. Jimin follows you as you sit on the bed and pull out a notebook from the drawer. He walks over to the bed and settles down next to you, wrapping his arm around you. He pulls you closer to his body. You rest your head on his muscular chest as you bring up the notebook to him.

Kiss 990

In our living room

It was magical

“I can’t wait for 1000,” he says and you smile. You look up to see him resting his head against the headboard. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. Feeling his steady heartbeat, you stare at how he bites his lips gently before swiping his tongue over them.

“Done staring?” he asks smirking at you. Your cheeks turn pink at his question and you bury your face in your arms. He giggles at your shyness before placing two fingers underneath your chin and lifting your face. As you meet his eyes you feel a sudden heat growing in your body. It was the kind of warmth that made you feel loved. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Gently bending forward he attaches his lips to yours and starts to nibble on your lower lip. You moan gently and open your mouth allowing access to your mouth. His tongue slips in as you tilt your head more, giving him full control over the kiss. He gently pulls away and places a peck on your lips.

“Two kisses in a day? You’re moving quite fast Park” you say and he smirks.

“What can I say? You’re irresistible my love” he says and you both burst into laughter.

A week later

“999” you mumble to yourself.

You hear the door open and Jimin walks into the room. You continue to stare at your notebook, a smile painted on your lips.

“What’s the count?” he asks and you look up.

“999”

Getting off the bed you walk up to him and place a kiss on his cheek. He bends forward but before your lips can meet you push him away. He looks at you, confused.

“I have a request” you state placing your hands on his chest and getting up on your tippy-toes.

“I want you to give me my last kiss while making love to me,” you whisper into his ear.

“That can be arranged,” he says brushing his hands through his hair before taking a step towards you. He gently pushes you onto the bed. You bite your lip in anticipation as he hovers over you.

His soft plumpy lips meet your neck. He starts sucking, creating hickeys all over your neck until he finds your sweet spot. “Oh my god,” you moan as he licks the freshly formed hickey on your sweet spot. He continues to kiss his way down to your collarbones. You grab fistfuls of his hair and tug at his roots as he continues to mark you.

Slowly pulling you up, he slides off the strap of your gown before placing a kiss on your shoulder. You pull your gown off your body and throw it on the ground. “Impatient are we,” he says, running his hands through his hair. You push him onto the bed before placing a kiss behind his ear.

You pull his shirt off him revealing his chest. You place a kiss on his chest right where you could feel his heartbeat and smile. Slowly moving upwards you reach his collarbones when you feel his boner brush against your clothed core.

“Fuck” Jimin hisses through his teeth, “You better not tease me, love”.

As you kiss his collarbones, you feel Jimin’s hands on your back. He quickly unclasps your bra. You sit on his stomach as he pulls it off of your body. You slowly lean back and let your hands graze over his boner. A hiss leaves his mouth and you smile with satisfaction. You run your fingertips along his clothed length and stop just before the tip. You hear him groan and you continue doing the very same. Gently tugging at the waistband you move your hand inside slowly. All of a sudden he flips you around and before you know it he is above you.

His gaze darkens sending chills all over your body. His fingertips graze over your nipples. You throw your head back as your mouth hangs open. His hands run along the curves of your body, his eyes twinkling as they scan your naked body. “You’re so beautiful,” he says and you feel your cheeks heat up. You immediately look away. He places both his hands on your cheeks and gently turns your head making you face him. He places a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You feel his hand move up from your belly button. He gently presses a finger on your nipple and you close your eyes. His other hand does the same and a loud moan leaves your mouth. He gently flicks your nipples until they are hard. “Jimin please” you breathe and he smiles at you.

“So needy for me” he mumbles before attaching his lips around your nipple and sucking on it.

“Mmmm” you hear him moan as he sucks on your nipple. The vibrations cause you to lift your hips and gently rub yourself against him. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and his fingers pinch your now, red and erect nipple. You hiss through your teeth from the pain.

“So pathetic. Can’t even wait until I'm done with your nipples huh” he says.

“J-Jimin I-”

“What is it sweetheart?” he asks as he attaches his lips to the other nipple. You moan as he lets go of the nipple.

“Fuck look at your nipples,” he says as he pinches them gently. You lift your hips and slide your body against his boner causing him to moan out loud. He pushes your hips down and holds them in place as he moves downwards and gently places a kiss right above the waistband of your panties.

“Is my baby so needy?” he asks as he pulls your panties down. He pushes your legs wide open as the cold air hits your core.

“Jimin please touch me” you cry out as your wetness drips down. He places kisses on your inner thighs as lewd moans escaped your mouth. “Please” you breathe.

“I am touching you aren't I?” he asks as he continues kissing your inner thighs. His hair brushes against your folds causing you to moan loudly. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, baby,” he asks, a smirk plastered to his face. You spread your legs open even more and look at him with puppy eyes,” Down there please”.

“You want me to play with your pussy?” he asks and you nod. You feel him place a kiss on either of your folds before using his fingers to pull them apart gently, exposing more of you to him. You almost scream out loud when you feel his lips touch your clit which was covered with your juices.

He licks and sucks on your bud of pleasure. You feel him push a finger in and you arch your back as your eyes shut close. He eats you out as his fingers thrust in and out at a very fast pace. Your toes curl as you feel wetter and wetter by the second. His fingers constantly hit your G-spot.

“Close” you manage to say as you feel the knot in your stomach build up rapidly. His fingers immediately halt their motion and he pulls away from you. Pulling off his pants, he gets up on the bed again. His hand works up and down on his length as he closes his eyes.

“Put it in Jimin” you beg as you see him pleasuring himself. “Are you sure?” he asks looking into your eyes and you nod. “I need you. Please,” you say and he smiles. You feel his tip rub on your sensitive clit. “Ahh” you moan as he continues to rub your clit. He slowly moves downwards and you feel him push in his tip. A loud moan leaves your mouth as he pushes himself in completely.

“Move”

He thrusts back in and you grip the sheets tightly as you bite your lip. You hear him groan and moan with every thrust. You were even more turned on than before now. He increased his pace and tilted your body, pulling u your hips a bit. You gasped at the feeling of the new angle as he could reach deeper now.

“J-Jimin I can’t. I’m close” you say as he hums in approval. His thrusts don’t slow down for even a moment. You hold onto the sheets as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

Jimin bends forward and places his hands on either side of his head. His thrusts became less harsh. You slowly opened your eyes to see him right above you.

Your whole body feels hot like it had been lit on fire. Your heart was warm. He looked into your eyes as he continued to thrust into you. His fingers brushed against your lips before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I love you, “ he says before bending forward. You didn't close your eyes. You wanted to feel this moment. His eyes looked into yours, a gaze that sent chills down your spine.

“Jimin” you breathed as a small smile painted on his lips. He laces his fingers with yours and pins your hands on either side of your face. His face moves even closer and you hold your breath for a minute as you feel your high approach. “I-I’m-” “It’s okay. Breathe love. Let it out,” he says, the pace of his thrusts quickening. Your mouth hangs open as you move closer and closer to your high. All of a sudden you feel Jimin place his lips on yours.

You move your lips against his soft, plumpy lips. You both release at the same time. He continues to kiss you as you both ride out your high. The euphoric feeling of being in his arms evoked emotions in you. Tears run down your face as you felt him tug at your lower lip. His thrusts stopped and he slowly pulled out of you.

Slowly parting the kiss he looked at you. Your hair was messy yet it framed your face perfectly. Your eyes were still shut from the pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your lips were pink and swollen from the kiss. A small frown formed on his face as he noticed the tears on your face. Gently moving away from you, he lay next to you and pulled you closer to him. His fingers moved your hair off of your face. Your eyes were still shut as you didn't want him to see you cry. He gently wipes off your tears with the pad of his thumb. You slowly open your eyes to see him looking at you with a smile on his face.

“1000,” he says and you smile back. You rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. “I love you” you say looking up at him.

All of a sudden you feel a weird feeling in your heart. It felt like you were being sucked away. A bright light lit up the entire room.

“Jimin”

There was no response. You closed your eyes letting your tears fall.

“It’s okay my love no need to worry” you hear a soft voice speak. A million questions ran through your head. The bright light now vanished and you were standing in the same room. Jimin was fast asleep on the bed, fully clothed.

“How?” you mumbled to yourself. Your clothes were now back on your body. The bed wasn’t messy. Everything was different. There were no photos of you and Jimin hanging on the wall. Your bookrack which used to sit on the corner of the room had a lace tablecloth covering it. You walked over to your cupboard to see all your clothes and jewelry just as you remembered them.

You saw a small folded piece of paper in your cupboard. You opened it and it had a date and time written on it.

10/13/20XX

5:30 pm

13th October but that’s Jimin's birthday. You pulled open the drawer and saw a bunch of certificates that you had never seen before. You picked one up but before you could read it you heard the voice again.

“My love” you turned around to see a lady standing right next to your bedside table.

“Who are you?” you asked as you walked closer.

“Don’t you remember my love?” she asked.

She took the certificate from your hand. You stared at her as her eyes skimmed through the certificate before handing it to you. “Death Certificate” “Choi ×____×” was all you saw. You immediately turned to see Jimin who was fast asleep. Your eyes brimmed with tears.

“H-How?” you mumbled and she smiled at you before placing her hand on your cheek. “Close your eyes, my dear”

You closed your eyes and all your memories flashed in front of you. The party, the accident, and the last time your eyes met his in the dull hospital room. The last vow he made to you that he would love you forever. Tears flowed down your cheeks as everything came back to you.

“I remember now,” you say as your voice breaks from the sniffles. “But how did I…” your voice trails off as you open your eyes to look at him.

“It was your last wish dear. Your love was strong. Even in death, your love remained strong. Your last wish was to have enough time with him to have your 1000 last kisses” she says as you walk closer to the bed. You slowly kneel down the open the drawer. You pull out your notebook and open a page.

Kiss 1000

After we made love

It was magical

You shut the notebook and brought it closer to your heart as tears rapidly flowed down your cheeks.

“I’m afraid we must leave now love” she speaks and you look at Jimin.

You stand up and turn to face her. “Can I do one last thing before we leave?” you ask and she nods.

You place the notebook on the table and lean over facing him. You look at him, eyes closed and his lips parted. You smile to yourself before you press your lips to his. Pulling back you move forward and press a kiss on his cheek. “I love you” you whisper into his ears before moving away. You move to the table and pick up the notebook and open it to a fresh page and begin writing down.

Soon enough it was time for you to leave. You looked at him one last time and smiled to yourself.

Soon after

“Y/n” Jimin yells.

Jungkook immediately rushes to his room and Tae follows soon after. “Hyung” jungkook says shaking Jimin who was yelling in his sleep.

“Jimin we’re here open your eyes please,” Tae says and Jimin snaps out of his dream. Beads of sweat on his forehead, he stares at the two people in front of him. Slowly getting off of the bed he looks around the room.

“She was here,” he says.

“Jimin she is gone,” Tae says walking closer to him. “You’re just imagining things”

“No Tae. She was here. This wasn’t one of my dreams. It was real. I felt her” he says breaking down. Tae immediately wrapped his arms around him. Jimin broke down crying as his head rested on Tae’s shoulder.

He slowly pulls out of the hug and walks over to the bedside table. Pulling the drawer open, he pulls out a notebook. Flipping through the pages he stops on one page. Tae and Jungkook look at him as he breaks down, clutching the notebook to his chest as he falls to the ground.

They immediately rush over. By now the other members had woken up and walked up to the room.

“Jimin what’s wrong,” Tae asks as Jimin slowly opens his eyes. He hands Tae the notebook. The members crowd over and stare at the notebook. A small part of that paper was wet like a tear drop had fallen there. There was something written right on top.

Kiss 1001

When you were sleeping and I was awake

The time I spent with you was more than magical Jimin

Please don’t miss me too much

I’ll be fine here but I’ll always be in your heart too

I love you

I hope you know that

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firelord-frowny · 2 years

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some thoughts about the uhhhh possibility of starting adhd meds.

im reading all these descriptions of positive experiences people have had with adhd meds and it's all this stuff about how, all of a sudden, they gained the ability to just DECIDE to do things. they could get up and make their bed and cook breakfast and do a lil workout before going to their job instead of waking up and then just, idk, picking at a fucking loose thread in their bed sheets for an hour and a half before rushing to throw on some clothes and then forget to pee before hurrying to work.

people talk about all the goals that had always been out of their reach that they're now accomplishing. they get their masters degree. they land their dream job. they eat better and exercise.

and like...

as much as i loathe ~altering my brain chemistry~ as a concept if only because i honestly do love myself the way i am and my only issue is that i can't seem to function in this particular culture/era/society,

the thought of finally being able to ACTUALLY FINISH my artistic goals THRILLS me. i have dozens of unfinished violin covers/arrangements sitting in my soundtrap account. dozens of unfinished transcriptions handwritten on staff paper that i can't even find anymore. i've been meaning to learn the entirety of vivaldi's four seasons for like 12 fucking years. been meaning to record versions of La Folia. Been meaning to finish like 5 screenplays. been meaning to put together some kind of ~chapbook~ featuring my creative nonfiction and my photography artsy lil iphone pics. the method book i've been writing is off to SUCH a fantastic start but i just CAN'T get myself to COMMIT to working on it on any kind of schedule. I've been meaning to audition for grad school. i KNOW now that i AM good enough to stand a chance at getting into Eastman or NEC or Stony Brook, and i know i could be all but GUARANTEED admission into Peabody... but I know I need some coaching before I'll truly be prepared for those auditions, but i just cannot seem to get myself MOVING in terms of searching for a teacher who's qualified and willing to help me. i wanna turn myself into the Number One Choice when anyone in the area is looking for a session violinist. I wanna develop art/music/etc projects that I could pitch for various ~artists in residence~ programs like the ones hosted by the national parks service. i KNOW i could create something worthy of Denali or Crater Lake or Kings Canyon.

BUT I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T!!!! I can't think straight! I can't draw a straight line between any two points in time or space! even a fucking lightning bolt, with all its fractals and leaders and jagged little tendrils is more streamlined and less chaotic than I am. every idea i ever have scatters like oriental cockroaches in a damp basement the minute any light whatsoever shines on them. every intention i ever commit to sublimates into a broken promise before i ever have the chance to lift one finger in its honor.

my entire life is an attic full of failed inventions. a cemetery of stillborn brainchildren.

and yet somehow the idea of being able to actually accomplish all or even just some of these things kinda scares the shit out of me.

like, what am i gonna DO all day when i'm finally able to focus on a task?

i've spent so much of my life in a constant state of being stressed from feeling overworked and overwhelmed during a time where the decisions about how I spent my days weren't up to me. and i couldn't cope with even a quarter of the amount of Responsibilities that everyone else seemed to be able to cope with. and i was so fucking miserable, i honestly, truly, felt like i didn't even want to be alive.

and now i'm terrified of the prospect of being busy again, because business strangled the life out of me in high school and college.

i don't wanna Do Tasks because I don't wanna risk the possibility of going back to being that overwhelmed, miserable person. and i KNOW that one of the benefits of meds is - or at least is supposed to be - gaining the ability to focus in such a way that i'm not so easily overwhelmed anymore.

but i cannot imagine what that's like. i CANNOT IMAGINE what it's like to wake up every day - or at least most days - and decide to spend 6+ hours on any particular task at all, and then actually do it. and then, if i DO do it, to still feel content and at ease by the time I'm done.

what am i gonna do all day??? am i gonna still know how to enjoy having ~down time~? am i gonna wish that i had more downtime? am i gonna resent the fact that i can't dedicate as much time as i feel like to just doing things that make me happy???

wtf is gonna happen to me? what's that LIKE???

literally, what do people do all day at their jobs?? how does being, say, a department head in a youth music program, use up 6+ hours of your day? what do you DO after you get to work? how is there SO MUCH to do that you actually have to keep Doing Things until it's time to go home??

what does an architect do for 8 hours a day?? what does a sports utility store manager do for 8 hours a day? what does a dog trainer do for 8 hours a day??? are they actually, literally just training dogs nonstop?? or are there other responsibilities, too? how is there even enough time in the world to do anything for 8 hours a day?

and its STOOPID that i don't get it, bc like... i went to SCHOOL and did TASKS for more than eight hours a day! my day in high school was TWELVE HOURS. 10 if you don't count the commute back and forth. my longest days in college began at 10am-ish and went until 10pmish. so CLEARLY there are things that can occupy all that time, even if there are a couple hours worth of lulls dispersed throughout.

but like woooooooooooooooow.

im legit so afraid of being busy. :(

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝; SMUT!!! a smidge of angst and a lil fluff, felix x fem!reader. enemies to fwb, bullying!!!, highschool!au, blowjob, pierced!felix, mentions of complicated family relationships/bad economy, felix being rude lmao, PIV, unprotected sex (use protections ffs, this is a bad example), orgasm (m/f), cum, nicknames, shy reader, fingering.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝; 6.6 k

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; Consent is like tea or my personal favorite,,, tea slut HSAHSHA PLEASE im- anyways enjoy both tea and consent, both very very sexy and good for you

also,,, my first kinda long fic??

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺; Lee Felix. The class bully. Also the son of a wealthy business man. You didn’t have the same privileges, living alone at such a young age. After an arrangement Felix invites you to work at his fathers old tea shop but this relationship turns into something unexpected.

The cold wind blew on your exposed calfs, the skirt of the school uniform fluttering as your backpack was lazily thrown across your shoulder, your head turned to the direction the bus comes from. You were not the only one on that bus stop. Other students standing at least a feet apart from each other, all eagerly waiting to hurry back to their comfortable homes, eat dinner and start on their assignments.

You on the other hand had other plans.

What was on your computer screen wasn’t the typical essay or sheet of physics questions. It was job applications. And lots of them.

A notification arrived, your phone vibrating in your coat pocket and as the screen lit up you saw a message.

[ Rent due today y/n, have it in by 8 ]

Living by yourself in a dusty apartment that contained nothing more than a bed, a desk and a tiny kitchen overfilled with noodle packets was nothing to be proud of. You could barely afford that type of lifestyle since you were a student so how on earth were you gonna get rent in to the old lady that served as your landlord?

You sighed, the packed bus rolling slowly on the way and stopping, there barely being place to stand in the crowded vehicle.

Your apartment was right above an old tea shop, the owner being a wealthy man that owned several shops on the block. His busy lifestyle including buying and selling properties kept him away from his true passion in life; tea. What scared you was his resemblance to a person you knew. A person you knew too well.

Lee Felix

His only purpose in life was to have fun. To ruin others. And he had every opporunity to do so. His report card was nothing but lies and money, his fathers wealth being able to buy him decent grades without lifting a finger. There was one, only one, instance where the young boy would try his best and that’s when intimidating others. His best skill. Those piercing dark eyes and knife-sharp jaw could leave anyone shaken for days.

But do you know who his favorite person to bully was?

You.

All the hurtful memories eventually started to merge together but one stood out clearly to you. It happened a year ago. You walked into the sunlit classroom, your other classmates sitting around their desks, chatting and showing each other photos, laughing happily. Friends was not something you had, more like acquaintance. The students you would greet and exchange a couple of words with but nothing more. Your assigned seat was in the third row, the one sitting right behind you being Felix himself. With a quick glance at the clock you looked underneath your desk, searching for the book you needed for english class, your eyebrows furrowing as you searched desperatly, turning every book over and ripping open your backpack, did you forget it at home?

“Looking for this?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, you slowly turning back, afraid of what evil gaze awaited you. You gulped as you saw his angular facial structure, his cheekbones pertruding as he held your english book in his hand, the arms of the white school uniform shirt being rolled up just enough to show off his blinged out watch, veins softly trailing upwards on his flexed arms.

You nodded to which Felix scoffed. Sighing you stood up, standing at the side of his desk and all of a sudden throwing yourself over it in a quest of snatching it from his grasp but failing epically, you falling down onto the floor, scraping your knees on the rough wooden flooring of the classroom. You try to stand up but was quickly stopped by Felix grabbing your face with his other hand, his wrists decked out with multiple delicate chains, all jingling with his movements.

Meeting his gaze made your skin crawl, his eyes almost animalistic as he looked deep into your innocent doe-eyes, smirking. His blonde hair falling on each side of his face, framing it like a renaissance painting since his stoic features was art in itself. Your eyes lingered a bit too long on Felix’s making the boy annoyed, before you knew it a clear liquid was spilling down your cheek, that not being tears but instead Felix’s spit. You flinch back as he waves the book infront of your face, tears jerking in the corner of your glossy eyes due to the humiliation, your other classmates forming a circle around the two of you, unable to do anything since that could mean the end of them.

“You want this, you want it so bad? What’s that angel? You’re gonna cry?”

He crouches as your gaze lowers to the floor, hair hanging infront of your face as a shield from his degrading words as the tears started pouring out of you like water, mixing with Felix’s saliva. He laughs psychotically, the cold laughter echoing in the classroom, tiny specs of dusty floating around like bubbles in a fizzy drink. The bold boy puts down the book on the floor behind him before he raises his hand, you shutting your eyes tightly, expecting the worst but being surprised as his hand laces in your disheveled locks. He pushes a strand of hair behind your flushed ear, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath hit the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna give it to you,,, but I want something in return”

You snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide open, eyebrows hightened.

“W-what do you want?” you say, only for him to hear.

Felix hums, running his tongue in the inside on his cheek before speaking in a low voice.

“You”

You choked on your own spit, coughing as you turned away from him. You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears and after your coughing fit you turned back hastily, eyes as big as saucers. This couldn’t be true, this couldn’t be what you though it was. In sheer panic you once again tried to snatch the book, crawling on the floor like a bug in order to snake around his back to have a chance to grab the corner of plastic outside of the textbook but being met with disappointment when Felix slammed his foot on it, you retracting your hand after being mere inches away from his shoe. The boy tsked.

“I expect you at the school gate by the end of the day and if you don’t show up you’re gonna pay for it, understood angel?”

You nod, just nod. No words or mimicks. Simply a nod. His intimidation wiping the entire alphabet from your mind.

He stands up, grabbing the book and throwing it at you before exiting the classroom, a evil smirk plastered on his face. The sharp gazes of other students around you made you want to escape but you couldn’t, class was starting in 2 minutes.

♡

The sun shone it’s rays on your face, students exiting through the wide white metal gates. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling the straps of your backpack impatiently at you looked left to right, seeing the flowers blossom out in the rather windy weather. Suddenly your wrist was grabbed by a hand wider than yours.

It was Felix.

His closeness made you gulp loudly, a lump nestling into your stomach as you felt your anxiety rise, scared of what he might do to you even if you did find him strangely attractive even though he was a complete asshole. But who didn’t? The entire school was ready to give up their life in order to even be this close to the boy, girls and boys alike. You shook your head, wanting to get rid of the silly thoughts that clouded your mind. Only after minutes did you realise that your legs moved on their own, you being dragged by Felix, his hand still on your wrist.

“W-where are we going?” you inquired, the wind blowing on the blonde pierced boy, his angelic hair bouncing with every step.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, not speaking a single more word during the entire time he held your wrist and walked with you in the spring weather.

All of a sudden the two of you were standing infront of the tea shop, you lifting your head to glance upwards at your dusty window that was right above the tiny wooden sign that said “Tea Shop”, swinging rustily back and forward. Felix retrieves a key, unlocking the corrodated wooden door, the color matching the sign above.

“Wh- how do you know-”

Felix hushes you, closing the door behind you before throwing the keys on the counter.

“I don’t care about what you have to say. My father owns this place and I usually hang around here whenever it’s closed.”

“Do you work here?” you asked with a voice filled with curiosity.

Felix starts laughing his signature laugh, it being laced with nothing but iniquity.

“Work? Do you think I need to work? I’m the only child of a wealthy family, I’m pretty much settled for life”

You nervously look down at the floor, only being in the tea shop a couple of times before it was closed for business.

“Well,,, I know that your father owns this place, I live in the apartment just above so-”

You were quickly cut of by Felix slamming his hand on the table, standing behind the checkout counter and leaning over it with his two arms as pedestals.

“Why?”

You looked at him confused before your eyes gazed across the wall of glas cabinets displaying their finest china. Teapots with squiggly handles, painted with the utmost attention to detail, the colors of the scenes painted contrasting nicely with the eggshell white background. Small lamps were installed above each teapot, illuminating the work of art even more.

“Why what?” you said back, still in trance from the beauty of the teapots.

“Why do you live alone?” His eyebrows raised.

“I never said that!”

“y/n, that apartment is barely enough for a fucking mouse, there’s no way you could live there with someone else”

Damn, how did he know that? You had no other choice but to nod timidly, curling your hand into a fist.

“Don’t have the best relationship with my parents and since they aren’t wealthy like yours I have to do my best to find a way to support myself” you spat out at him, annoyed at his many questions.

“Touché” Felix said shortly, shrugging his shoulders.

After a long moment of silence the blonde boy spoke again;

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll get you a job here and I’ll join you but only because you’re stupid and need my help, not because I want to be here”

Your eyes light up, like an excited child you dash toward the counter and place your hands near Felix’s, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“Really? You would do that?”

Felix nods.

“But don’t get too excited, you haven’t paid your end of the deal yet”

“Tell me! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you says quickly, smiling widely at Felix’s deadpan face.

“Suck me off”

Your previously bright smile faded in a matter of seconds, now turning into pure confusion.

“Wh-what? I can’t do that! Are you crazy?!”

Felix scoffs, walking towards the door in a cocky manner with his black backpack over his shoulder, wearing black ripped jeans that were strictly banned in school but no longer warned to Felix by the teachers. The schools logo embroidered on the white flowy shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his brand name t-shirt.

Just in time you managed to block the door, his lips inches from yours as he sighed, smirking down at you.

“I’ll do it! I will do it!”

You blurted out, you had no other choice but to do it. Seeking other jobs had been impossible since you were only a student without any work experience, not having many other skills other than procrastinating and sleeping. You needed this in order to survive. You needed him.

The boy pushed you against the entrance door, placing his forehead against yours.

“Of course you will” Felix whispered in a voice deeper than the ocean, causing you to helplessly gulp and drop down on your knees, them hitting the floor with a thump. His small but veiny hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion, metal hitting each other. You were lost deep in thoughts, simply staring at his crotch whilst rethinking your every life decision. Wondering how on earth you got to this point, soon having your mouth stuffed with your bully’s dick.

Thank god that he was at least hot.

Felix popped his dick over the band of his underwear and as if you hadn’t had enough surprises today one last one awaited you. A silver metal barbell lodged right beneath his pretty red tip, his dick already hard as he gave it a couple of pumps. Your mouth fell agape, cheeks heating up as you struggled to keep a straight face. Felix being the tease he is had to comment;

“What? Bigger than you thought?”

You scoffed from his boldness, not believing your ears.

“N-no! Get over yourself you ass”

“Enough talking princess” Felix said in a deep voice, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on your plushy lips, them being coated with a layer of saliva from you repeatedly lickning them out of nervousness.

There was a moment of awkwardness, you not being sure where to place your hands before you grabbed the base of his girthy dick, pursing your lips and latching them onto the tip, sinking down gradually in order to not choke immedietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more than you already had.

Felix let out a strained groan at the sensation, you feeling the cold metal as you flattened your tongue, licking a fat strap on the underside of his cock earning yet another groan. The blonde laced his fingers in your hair, tugging on it slightly in order to control the sinful sounds dripping out of his mouth. You whimpered against his dick, there barely being any room to breath as your nose was hovering just above his abdomen, impressed by your own gag reflex but that didn’t last long, Felix now shoving your head down his length, making you choke.

“Wow, is there anything you can do right? Can’t even suck me off properly”

You can only hum in response, sending shivers down Felix’s spine from the vibrations, the boy feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. The hair flies in front of you face as you bob your head down his cock that was equally as veiny as his decked out arms, feeling the metal hitting your bottom teeth a couple of times. Tears teased the corners of your eyes as you were throat deep on Felix’s member, your hands slightly sweaty from the butterflies in your stomach. Eventually Felix started to weaken in your grasp, small grunts escaping him as you hollowed your cheeks, mascara staining your heated cheeks.

“f-fuck,,,yes just like that,,ah-”

Luckily for the both of you the shop was located in a rather desolate area of town therefore no bypassers saw the scandalous view through the door that was decorated with a small foggged window. But did Felix care? Not really, the boy was bold enough to get sucked off in public if the opportunity presented itself.

You looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, spit starting to dribble down your chin and landing on your skirt, forming slightly saturated patches on the fabric from the wetness. The blonde boys useless comments didn’t make it any easier to withstand this agonizing process.

“Ah,,, never thought I would be seeing you like this, thought I had degraded you enough but this is just another level of humiliation, isn’t it y/n?”

The hand that was previously tangled in your hair was now moved to your stained cheek, him carefully swiping his thumb across the warm skin but you furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hand away causing him to scoff before being interupted by his own loud moan, you pulling off and kitten licking his tip, coaxing his impending orgasm.

It didn’t take long before the boy was shutting his eyes tightly, his jaw slacking as a last low vibrational growl ringed in your ears, his eyes still piercing yours while the thick white liquid spilled out of him, coating the metal bar and seeped into your mouth, your dry lips now getting a coat of clear gloss, the rest dripping down onto the floor and your dark colored skirt.

You shook your head as you looked around the shop, not wanting to spit out his salty seed right on the floor but Felix simply shook his head back at you, grabbing your face gently.

“Swallow”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin from his intimidating voice, as if you’d been cast under a spell you nod, swallowing the droplets of cum harshly, the sound of your loud gulp causing Felix to hum and with a smile, ruffle your hair before zipping himself up and running a hand through his own hair, exposing his forehead for just a bit. You stand up on your own, legs wobbling as you don’t even expect the rude boy to help.

“You start tomorrow after school, my father will only be happy to know that someone actually want’s to work in this shithole. I’ll join you but once again, not because I want to but because your stupid head will mess everything up.”

You nod, only now noticing how scruffy the rest of the teashop looked, moving boxes piling up like the dust in the windowsills. You jerked your head to the side, eyes wandering all over the place, everywhere from the wittering plants to the miscellaneous stacks of files.

The both of you step out of the dusty shop, the cool air hitting your cheek, now remembering the makeup that was running down it. Without saying a word Felix tries to escape but you stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t turn around, staring at the road ahead of him.

“Thank you”

You whisper out, your hair fluttering in the wind, feeling yourself getting emotional from his seemingly sweet gesture. Felix starts walking, the sound of his footsteps getting fainter as the disappears down the sunny asphalt road, leaving you standing infront of the shop before you go behind the shop, entering your burrow of an apartment.

♡

You walk to the teashop in the floral spring weather, wondering where Felix had been all day since he wasn’t in school this wednesday where lectures went in half speed. Arriving at the shop everything was surprisingly closed. You peeked into the window, standing on your toes as if that would improve your vision but gave up quickly after, only seeing the scene from yesterday, the same old piles of rubbish.

A light tap threw you off guard, you yelping and jerking away before noticing the blonde hair, Felix greeting you with a jingle of keys in his hand.

“Wanna have the honors? I mean, it is your first day after all”

You respond with a small “yes” before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the entrance to the stuffy teashop, coughing as you step in from the dust that twirled all around the two of you. You walked over to the sad plants that were placed haphazardly in the windowsill, swiping your finger over the leafs and closely examining the dust that rubbed off, blowing it away softly before turning to Felix that was nearing the pile of random files.

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do before we can actually brew tea”

He didn’t smile, visibly annoyed. Felix went into the back, behind the beaded curtain he retrieved a bucket of cleaning supplies.

“You mop the floors, I’ll clean some of the heavy stuff away”

Felix said, his voice still in that notorious deep tone.

“Not fair? There’s not even a mop which means I’ll have to do it by hand?”

Felix scoffed, throwing a old rag at you before turning around and grabbing a moving box filled with god knows what. You sigh, grabbing the bucket and emptying the contents, the brushes and strangly colored bottles of cleaning solution spreading across the counter before you went behind the beaded curtain, being met by a murky kitchen that hadn’t been cleaned in what seemed like forever. You sighed, looking around and opening cabinets only to be met with half broken porcelain and cobwebs, the shelf at the top displaying a multitude of metal cans filled with loose tea that had probably gone tasteless. With a disgusted face you close the cabinet, instead filling up the bucket with water and adding dishsoap in lack of other cleaning substance.

Hours ticked by, Felix sighing and huffing out of annoyance when carrying out and sorting through countless boxes while you cleaned the floor and dusted every corner, the shop transforming right before your eyes. The two of you eventually ended up in the kitchen, you observing every cup for cracks and disposing of those that showed just that as Felix was washing those that you thought looked presentable. Felix tried his best to not drop the cups despite his slippery fingers in a pathetic attempt at trying to do the dishes, it was clear that he had never in his life had to do this which made you roll your eyes, thinking about the boiling anger you had at this pompous and spoiled boy.

“Do you like living alone y/n? ”

The question was rather unexpected, making you choke on your own saliva. Never in your life had you thought that he cared about you. You shrugged your shoulders, wanting to appear unbothered.

“y-yeah, I wanted to be more responsible, I mean we are adults soon and nothing is served on a silver platter but I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

Felix smirked, seeing right through your lie but choosing to not taunt you. You felt vulnerable from the question but instead of continuing the awkward silence you wanted to get to know him better, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all, maybe his tough guy personality was only a facade?

“What’s with that piercing?” you said, pointing at his groin with your chin making Felix laugh, getting shy from your question but snapping back to his cold outer self.

“It was a bet and as you can see I lost” he scoffed before continuing, “wanna see?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up before stammering out;

“N-no, Felix you’re disgusting!” you say in desperation for an answer but Felix only laughs even more, almost annoying you.

“Well it wasn’t so disgusting when you were sucking me off, have you forgotten babygirl? Maybe I should teach you your place again.”

You gulped, not answering but instead just staring at him, a cup frozen in your hand as Felix locks his eyes with your, tilting his head in a cocky manner. You harshly place the cup down, storming out into the area where racks upon racks displayed the many tea sorts that were stashed away somewhere in the shop, Felix retrieving them earlier in the day. You start sorting through them, seeing a paper with orders on a clipboard and deciding to check the different kinds. Everything from oolong to pu’er to herbal was lined up in both teabags or loose tea leafs and surprisingly Felix did a good job, everything displayed in pretty and uniform lines. Before you could put a dash for a variety of tea that was missing. Felix sticks his head in between the beaded strings of the curtain, his eyes twinkling.

“Want some tea?”

For the first time he seemed cute. Not scary or intimidating, just cute. By the way his blonde locks fell infront of his face to the way his earrings were jingling, fading out to his angular facial structure.

You nod shyly, placing the clipboard on a random shelf before scooting over to the kitchen, seeing that Felix had placed out a white teapot with cobalt blue details, a floral pattern that contradicted to the eggshell white base. On the counter stood a small brown paperbag with black tea and right next to it a small tray of white sugarcubes.

“This seems awfully complicated for making tea” you say, looking at the red kettle boiling on the stove, there not being an electric kettle in this old establishment.

“What you expect? That I’ll be satisfied with you serving some watered down tea from a teabag? There’s a process you know.”

“Wow, and this is coming from Lee Felix? The son of a rich man and also the schools scumbag?”

Felix snaps his towards you, previously looking at the piping hot kettle. He licked the inside of his cheek, exhaling sharply through his nose, turning his cheek towards his shoulder, a momentary pop being heard before he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“I’m being nice, take that to your advantage and I’ll break your kneecaps”

You nodded and he smiled, astonished by the duality of this man.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come closer”

You stepped closer to the counter, your breath hitching when you felt Felix’s chest again your back, his hands leaning against the counter and trapping you between the two. You swallowed harshly, eyes darting over the various equipment needed to make a simple cup of tea.

“Open the tea pot maybe?”

Felix said, sighing. You feeling his warm breath against the outer shell of your ear, his voice sounding even more dangerous when it was right beside you. You grabbed the blue detailed teapot and opened it, only to see a metal strainer already a part of the pot. Doubtfully you grabbed the little packet of loose leaf tea, removing and placing down the clip that was hindering it’s aroma from escaping the luxurious leafs. The fragrence of the tea hit your senses, the smell almost addictive.

“What tea is this?”

You said, turning the bag in you hand, looking for any type of lettering that would bring you closer to an answer.

“Russian earl grey. It contains bergamot orange making it more pungent”

You hummed, being to scared to turn around and face him, you now zoning out whilst your eyes were stuck on the awfully colored tiles on the kitchen wall.

“You’re supposed to drink it y/n, not smell it”

Felix stated causing you to snap out and notice that you’ve been holding the bag to your nose, scrunching your nose ever so often.

“Oh yeah,,, right,,, sorry. How much should I put in?”

You say, tilting the bag and slowly watching dark colored particles spill into the metal strainer. Felix slowly put his hand on yours, tilting the bag even more. You could feel your heart in your throat, your hands starting to sweat from his close proximity. His hand was warm for such a cold person.

“It’s supposed to fill up one third of the strainer, remember that”

You mewled out a quiet “yes” as he put the bag down, removing his hand from yours. The next step was obvious, filling up the tea pot with hot water. Just as you were about to grab the black handle of the shiny red kettle Felix smacked your hand away, him grabbing it instead.

“It’s hot and I can’t trust someone as stupid as you with it”

“I can grab a kettle you know? I’m not that weak-”

“Shut it”

You pressed your lips shut as Felix pressed himself against your back, carefully reaching and pouring in the steaming water and seeing the water droplets diffuse up into the atmosphere. He carefully put the lid back on the pot and backed away as he put the kettle back on the stove, turning it off.

“What do we do now?”

You asked, turning around and leaning your butt against the cold counter.

“We wait for 5 minutes, the steeping time is different for different teas, you’ll have to learn them when working here.”

You nod attentively, staring down at your shoes and turning your heels against the dark wooden floorboards.

“I wanna change the deal y/n”

Your head shot up to the blonde boy, him standing close by in all his glory, not wearing his school uniform but instead a black t-shirt, of course having a obnoxiously loud designer logo in the front just like the belt that was resting on top of his black slacks. His bracelets jingled everytime he moved his hands, this time wearing dainty silver rings to match with his wristwatch and shining piercings.

“W-what why? Are you gonna fire me?”

Blood was boiling in your veins, not knowing his intentions yet but knowing that they were just as sinister as the boy himself. Before you knew it his lips were attached on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, knuckles whitening as you held onto the counter from sheer panic. His lips were softer than expected, pressing gently as he tilted his head, his eyelashes feathering over his closed lids. His hands traveled up your clothed body, exploring every inch of you. The soft sound of lips smacking against each other ignited a feeling deep in your core. You were pushed closer to the edge of the counter, his body so close, leaving you with no choice but to jump up on the metal surface. The coldness radiated through the thin fabric of your pleated skirt, hitting your aching cunt that was already dripping from Felix’s simple actions, his daunting aura clouding your mind with sinful thoughts.

“I’ll raise your pay if you fuck me, please y/n”

He whispers against your plush lips. You hummed, hesitating before slowly nodding, not being able to think clear with your heart beating like it’s about to protrude from your chest. He smiles slyly before reattaching his lips onto yours, his wet and sharp tongue running over your swollen bottom lip, desperatly wanting to taste your tongue. Your lips parted as you moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to pry himself into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier, Felix growing needier as the seconds on the large clock on top of the door frame ticked. The blonde boy placed himself inbetween your legs, his veiny hands placed on your knees, seperating your already shivering legs. Without knowing what you were doing you cupped Felix’s cheeks, feeling the sharpness of his jaw against your soft hands.

Why did you pull him closer? He’d hurt you so bad in the past, everyday was living hell because of him and his deeds. A lightheadedness hit you as memories scrolled past your consciousness. Memories still painful, tender as open wounds. But for him you could forgive anything. Forget, just to see him smile at you.

His cologne was strangely addictive, the musky smell mixed with the scent of his soft sunkissed skin. You moaned softly against his lips as his fingers traced lightly over your exposed panties, the skirt already folded up your thighs. He hummed in delight, feeling the soaked fabric sticking against your pulsating cunt.

“I’ve waited for this for so long y/n”

You looked at him with confusion in your glossy eyes. Waited, for you?

Within a matter of seconds his fingers pushed aside the wet patch of fabric shielding you from the cold air, only to insert a finger inside of your desperate hole causing you to gasp. A second finger joined close by and Felix groaned, feeling your tight walls around his glistening digits. You had so many questions but not enough power to say them without stuttering.

“W-waited for,,, m-me?”

His fingers curled upwards as you finished your sentence causing you to grip his wrist, the squelching sound of your pussy pleasing the blonde boy as he pumped his fingers into you relentlessly.

“That’s how I get attention. You aren’t impressed by materialistic things so I did what I had to”

You couldn’t believe your ears. All that to get your attention? He succeeded but he would never understand the emotions you went through because of him. The hatered you thought would never melt away suddenly did, you becoming nothing more but a whimpering mess from his touch.

A thump was heard from your head hitting the cupboard, the pleasure firing through your body as your small cries echoed throughout the small kitchen. A sudden feeling of emptiness caused you to sigh in both relief and frustration. Your previously shut eyes slowly drifted open, panicked when you see Felix unbuckling his belt, letting both the fabric of his pants and underwear fall to the dim floor.

Somehow his leaking cock looked prettier this time around, the shiny piercing distracting to the eye. Your mouth watered embarrassingly enough, turning your gaze to the ticking clock until Felix cleared his throat, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his spit. He looked nervous which was unfamilliar, the boy always being persistant with his cocky mannerisms. Felix pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, your face heating up as your legs were spread wide open for him. There was nowhere you could hide your flushed face and Felix took this to his advantage.

“Huh? Shy, babygirl?”

You gulped as you watched him stroke himself, the crimson colored tip disappearing only to reappear seconds later. Your eyes shut tightly as he moved the slick-stained panties to the side, anticipating to be filled to the brim from his impressive size. Mouth agape, Felix pushed into your wet hole, your hands gripping his broad shoulder in order to hinder a loud moan.

“fuck y/n,,, you’re so tight, s-shit”

You couldn’t answer, still adjusting your velvety walls around him. As the pain subsided your core ached for friction, needing to feel him deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around the boy, pulling him closer to your heated body making him smirk slyly before carefully pulling away, only his tip resting inside of you. Just as you were about to sigh due to emptiness he slammed inside of you, your entire body shaking from the impact. Panting, you begged for more, begging for him to go faster.

“F-felix! faster,,, please”

Your warm face was buried deep in his shoulder, his slightly cold hands gripping your hips tightly, starting to roll against your throbbing cunt earning small mewls from between your swollen lips. The counter creaked with each thrust that grew louder as his pace got faster, feeling your delicate walls clench around his veiny length, his silver earrings dangling from his lobes. Felix explored parts of your body even you hadn’t felt, his dick prodding you deep enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, biting down on his shirt.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your weakening legs wrapping around his figure, trapping him inside of you but the blonde boy had no plans of stopping. Sweat beaded around his temples, his previously serious expressing turning into a grin as he adored your moans, words falling out in incomprehensible syllables. You were close and so was Felix.

The pit of fire grew violent deep in your core, holding the young boy tighter to your body, clawing his clothed back. Every thrust had it’s impact, shaking you up and forcing shameless moans out from your throat that were being muffled by the fabric between your lips. The two of you moaned in unison, Felix’s deep mutters getting louder, his vicious thrusts becoming sloppier and uneven, desperate for his sweet release. You clenched around him involuntarily, trying to hold back from screaming, glad that your warm face was between his shoulder and neck so that he couldn’t see your fucked out expression. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, mind blank as your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Felix, i-im gonna c-cum! im-m cumming!”

The wall seperating you from your orgasm collapsed, leaving you with a powerful sensation washing over you. Your legs shook, struggling to keep your legs wrapped around him but soon enough you wouldn’t have to. Felix thrusted into you one final time, sending a shiver down your spine and overstimulating you before pulling out, his dick glistening with your erotic juices as he fucked his hand, hot spurts of cum leaking out. He growled, scrunching his forehead as he released on your shaking thighs, one last droplet of cum descending down his shaft and coating the shiny piercing that decorated his pretty cock.

You panted, still processing what just happened, looking at Felix that unwrapped his hand from around his member, dick turning flaccid. You lifted yourself off the counter, only then realising how weak your legs were, not letting go of the surface you just fucked on.

“Is this a one time thing or,,,”

You start, not really knowing what to say afterwards. Felix cleared his throat, putting on his pants as you fixed your dark skirt, back against the boy.

“Let’s be friends”

You turned around, gazing at Felix as he looked down at the grimy floor.

“I’ll stop,,, bothering you, now we’re friends,,, with benefits but it’s a secret, understand?”

Every sentence this man spoke sounded serious with his deep voice but this was serious, for real.

“Why should I? Why should I agree, Felix? So that you can play around with me even more, make me your little shy puppet? I’m not having it!!”

You yelled at the boy, his expression deadpan as you hit him in the abdomen, instantly regretting it as your knuckles hit his rock hard abs. Frustration clouded your mind, wanting to break every single piece of porcelain in the narrow kitchen. Instead you broke yourself apart. Crying in front of Felix like you’d done so many times before, dropping to the floor and feeling the cold material against your bare thigh. This feeling, so familiar. Felix gazing down on you like you we’re worth nothing more than the ground.

Only this time he didn’t only stand and stare.

His arms wrapped around your quivering figure, his embrace warmer than his face.

“I’m sorry, y/n”

His voice shook as the silence overtook the both of you, the quiet ticking of the clock interupting.

“Hm? Look at me, y/n”

Felix pulled away from you, sitting on the floor next to you, watching your head hang low as he gently put a hand on your jaw, lifting your gaze up to meet his.

“I’m fucking stupid, I know. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that but,,, I didn’t know how- how to get closer to you.”

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I will never hurt you ever again, y/n. We- we can work here and just,,, do stuff.”

You knew exactly what he meant by “stuff” but somehow you trusted him. You trusted him because you had no one else to trust.

“But one rule” he said.

You tilted your head, wondering what his rule was.

“No falling in love”

You hummed, nodding as you wiped your tearstained cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, cracking a smile at your own vulnerability. Felix stood up and you looked up at him, feeling small but not afraid.

“So what do you say, y/n?”

He offered you his hand, you couldn’t stop looking into his secretive eyes that slowly turned mellow.

You grabbed his hand, passing it as a yes to his question.

But the both of you knew that the rule would be broken soon, like the brittle edge of a teacup.

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Protective P2 - Harry Hook x reader - commission work

(gif by Val on twitter)

Protective p1 (OG version, bad writing made in early 2019)

Protective p1 (V2 REWRITTEN VER made in October 2020)

commissioned by @thebookbakery

You stared wide-eyed at the letter held in your eyes; sent, written, and signed by King Ben himself.

Dear Mr. Harry Hook and Ms. (y/n) of the isle. His Royal Majesty, King Ben of Auradon, and his Councilor Ms. Evie of the Isle, hereby request the pleasure of your company, for the upcoming academic year at Auradon prep. Please notify his Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request.

-we’d love to have you three with us here in Auradon, you and your child deserve a better life, will you come? If you accept you will be picked up one week from your response date and will live in the dorms until graduation. - King Ben

It had been around two months since the whole ‘kidnapping ben for the wand’ situation, and Ben had not been able to get you, Harry, and your baby off his mind. And before anybody else could stop him; he made the arrangements for the three of you to live in Auradon, and sent the very invitation you were holding now.

You stood from the barrel you were sitting on and walked into your shared room with Harry, holding up the letter as he looked up from feeding Arella. “what’s up-“ he paused as you turned the letter around and let him read it. His eyes went wide “holy shit, is-is that fer real?!” he stood, gently moving Arella into your arms and taking the latter, reading it over and over again “holy shit it's real-we-i-you…” he looked back up at you, reaching out for your free hand and intertwined your fingers “should we do this?”

You thought about it for a moment, then looked down at Arella, smiling as she played with your jacket straps “yes…yes we should” you smiled up at Harry, who seemed unsure of this decision but he would follow you into oblivion.

“Okay, I trust yeh” he mumbled, kissing your lips and then Arella’s head.

Only a week later, you and Harry were packing the last of your things up to leave for Auradon, Gil had been invited as well, already at the other end of the tunnel to wait for the limo with Dizzy; who had also been invited.

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and picked Arella up off his bed, cradling her carefully in his arms and leading the way out of his room and onto the main deck, where the rest of the crew were waiting.

They all said their goodbyes, Desiree and Drey cooing at Arella and Harry let crew say their personal goodbyes to her. Bonnie squeezing you tightly as you patted her head “stay safe you two” Jonas mumbled, patting Harry’s shoulder as he took Arella from him “and take care of the pirate princess” you and Harry nodded, the crew waving goodbye as you walked off the docks through the tunnel.

You stood with Gil and Dizzy a few moments later, waiting anxiously for the arriving Limo. And behold a minute later it pulled up, the driver stepping out and unlocking the back, helping the four of you load up. Harry took all your bags and stuffed them in the trunk, Dizzy sliding into the car first and taking Arella for you to get in easier.

Harry and Gil soon got in and Harry slid next to you, wrapping one arm around you and the other on Arella, rubbing his thumb on her chest as her tiny little hand curled around his forefinger hanging from your shoulder. “we ready?” Harry whispered, leaning in close to you. You nodded with a nervous smile and Harry kissed your cheek “let’s do this”

Two hours later the limo pulled up to Auradon prep, where Ben, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Ben’s mother all stood ready to welcome the four of you. Dizzy bolted out first as soon as the door open and leaped into Evie’s arms, the two squealing with each other in excitement at Dizzy finally being in Auradon.

You weren’t surprised Mal wasn’t there, she didn’t trust or like Harry or Gil at all and probably felt betrayed by you for siding with Uma after she left.

Ben stepped forward as you, Harry, and Gil climbed out of the car, holding a sleeping Arella in your arms. Evie and Belle immediately went soft at the sight of her but kept their composer as Ben stepped forward with a smile “Welcome to Auradon: Ben said happily, clapping his hands together “first I want to apologize it took so long, and second; thank you for accepting my invitation. I know it was hard to make that choice in both trusting me and leaving behind the isle and your family” you knew he meant the crew “but I promise they will soon follow and now;” he gestured back to the dorm building “let’s get you all set up.” You nodded, letting Evie step closer and coo over Arella.

“oh she’s so cute~” Evie giggled, pressing her fingers into Arella’s (not as pudgy as it should be) cheek softly, your baby girl gurgled and pushed Evie’s hand away, Evie laughing quietly at it “oh I love her already…(y/n)?” you hummed, not looking at her as you followed Ben through the halls of the building “im sorry I left you”

You looked into her eyes, softening a bit as you could only see sincerity in her eyes. “i-“ you started, lifting Arella in your arms a bit, her head cradled in your arm. “i-…don’t forgive you, not just yet but” you smiled at her as her face fell but rose in hope at the ‘but’ “we can start with being friends again?” Evie beamed and nodded, looking over at Jay and Carlos who were letting Evie talk to you first before they tried “and them too, I can tell they want to apologize…Mal thought” Evie winced at that, yeah; Mal would probably take a long time to come around. She had even cussed (y/n) out at the hideout after Evie the boys told her about (y/n)s relationship with Harry and her position on the crew.

‘she betrayed us as soon as we left! We can't trust her! Or Harry! they might lead Uma right into Auradon to destroy it!’

To say the least, Evie and the boys distanced themselves from Mal; after seeing her very narrow tunnel vision, they didn’t want to hear her bitch about (y/n) and Harry’s arrival at Auradon.

Evie hoped she would come around soon though; she missed the days of the five of them running around causing chaos. But reminiscing about the wicked old days could be saved for later, as Ben had led the group to one of the dorm rooms.

“Harry, (y/n)?” Ben called, Harry humming and looking up from Arella as he made faces at her “this will be your dorm room” Harry looked surprised at that, he had expected the dorms to separate them but-

Ben opened the door to reveal a large room, two full-sized beds by the windows (that could be easily pushed together), a crib, a newly installed mini kitchen with a working stovetop, a large dresser (two actually) flowing with baby blankets, baby clothes (designed by Evie), toys, baby food, diapers, wipes, anything a young parent could ask for.

“guys” your voice cracked as you walked into the room, Arella already reaching for the teal octopus plush sitting in her new crib “this is-i-holy shit!” Harry walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders as he looked around the room with watery eyes.

“I don’ know wha’ ta say” Harry croaked out, turning back to Ben; who just smiled.

“a thank you would be nice” Ben joked then waved it off “we’ll let you settle in, Gil, Dizzy?” the two turned to Ben, who waved them out of the room “I’ll show you to your rooms” Gil gave you and Harry a hug and kissed Arella’s forehead, running out of the room after Ben and the others as he closed the door.

“we’re actually here” you breathed out after a moment of silence, slowly spinning around the room. “actually in Auradon”

“aye,” Harry muttered, noticing your bags had already been brought into the room “kinda weird we’re not ‘ere ta destroy it” you chuckled, handing Arella to him and checking over her new items, Harry cooing at her and lifting her into the air, her adorable baby babble echoing around the room.

A few hours later, everything had been unpacked and set up, Arella was dressed in one of her new outfits, of course, designed by Evie; a tiny red jacket that copied Harrys iconic one, black shorts, booties, and a white t-shirt with a spray paint hook on the front. “hi darling” Harry cooed, kissing his daughters cheek multiple times as she giggled “ah yeh look so badass~”

You laughed at his adorable behavior with your kid and walked over to him, slipping on one of your new jackets from Evie and kissing his cheek “and you are so cute” Harry flushed but accepted the compliment, bringing Arella to his chest and enveloping her in his arms as you grabbed Arella’s dinner. “come on, Ben said we were going out for dinner tonight” Harry hummed, grabbing a baby sling and putting it on, then slipping Arella inside.

You sighed, setting down your book bag next to the door and closing it with your foot. You appreciated the fact that FG gave you and Harry only four classes a day (and switched the two of you off so Harry took care of her in the afternoon while you took the morning shift) so you could attend to Arella more often than not but that didn’t prevent you from being exhausted from them.

You looked up and cooed, Harry was on your now connected beds, asleep with Arella sleeping on his chest, his arms curled around her safely. you quickly took a picture with your phone and sent it to Evie, who immediately sent back several heart-eye emojis.

You put your phone on the table and walked over to the bed, carefully climbing on and resting your chin on Harry’s shoulder, reaching up and caressing Arella’s soft cheek. Harry grumbled as he felt you and took one of his arms off of Arella and wrapped it around you, pulling you even further into his side “afternoon my love” you mumbled, leaning up and kissing his cheek “how’d she do?”

“ ‘ad a lil’ tantrum afta’ yeh left, missed ‘er mommy but” he yawned in the middle of his sentence and pushed his cheek onto your head “she did good, fell asleep ‘bout n’ ‘our ‘go”

You hummed and rubbed your thumb on Arella’s chest, she hadn’t even moved in the few minutes you had been on the bed “that’s good, did she eat her lunch?” Harry sleepily nodded and was already falling asleep again, following Arella’s lead.

You stared at the two loves of your life, and you thanked whatever gods that had intervened in your life to let you meet Harry almost two years ago and saved you from meeting a bad end with the Gaston twins. And then you had fallen for him and fallen for him hard. And you didn’t regret going behind your friend's backs to be with him; not if it resulted in the greatest thing you had ever made, that was sleeping on his chest.

-end-

so this was a commissioned 2nd part to one of my very first stories i posted on here back in 2019, that was rewritten in late 2020 and i never planned to continue it, but i was commissioned to do so and im happy with how it turned out~!!!! :3

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mammss · 3 years

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domestic life with the bros headcannons!! (GN MC)

a/n: thank you for all the likes and reposts on my mammon headcannon posts I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!

i was imagining doing headcannon posts for the others but could really only think of like one thing for each so i scratched the idea and wanted to make this!!!

also i thought abt it and i feel like most of the brothers would live with you in the human world if you wanted to live there so expect that

IM ALSO SORRY FOR NOT INCLUDING ASMO AND BELPHIE I REALLY HAD A HARD TIME THINKING OF HEADCANNONS FOR THEM

but i hope you still enjoy my luvs<3

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lucifer:

this is lucifer we’re talking about you know which on wakes up first

but sometimes he’ll surprise you and sleep in a little bit cuddling you and just admiring your pretty sleeping face

that image puts a smile on his face every time

this relationship is basically lucifer works you stay home and look pretty

(unless you have a job, he’ll understand but he’ll make sure you come home before him so he can open the door to you welcoming him and giving him a big hug)

since he’s a busy man he doesn’t have time for breakfast unless you make him but he never leaves the house without his lunch you make him and a kiss

he’s a little child but you love him so you don’t mind

he’s thinking about you all day expect texts from him just checking in on you or asking what you and his brothers are up to

(he may be ok on the outside but on the inside he’s jealous that he doesn’t get to be around you all the time like his brothers. texting you is just his way of virtually being with you)

on rare occasions after work he’ll bring home a bouquet of your favorite flowers and say some cheesy line that never fails to bring a smile to both of your faces

after dinner you both sit in his office talking about each other’s day and make small talk

this makes lucifer do his work faster because he wants to spend real time with you so after finishing it he plays a new record he got the other day and you hold each other tightly dancing the night away

mammon:

you two can never get up in the morning because mammon adores cuddling you

he’s like a mama bear protecting his baby cub so take that as a warning you will be late for all morning activities/work

but on the off chance you wake up early mammon either is making breakfast for you to eat in bed, coming back with coffee/tea or is taking a shower

sometimes he’s cooking hint sometimes only because his cooking is kinda bad. i also wanna think that human world cooking is slightly different than devildom cooking

(in the human world mammon is a househusband it’s my headcannon)

if mammon doesn’t have a job he’ll stay home and think of ways to make money while also trying his best to clean the house

and totally not missing you and thinking about you and possibly stealing you stuff to pretend you’re still at home with him

when you get home mammon can be seen acting like a puppy reacting to his owner coming home hugging and kissing you(he just loves you<3)

as tradition you guys spend the night eating dinner, watching a movie cuddling and talking about your day

levi:

the only reason levi wakes up before you is for livestreams, mobile game rewards and to sometimes surprise you like making you coffee/tea or making breakfast for the both of you

his idea of breakfast is either sugary cereal or some sort of pop tart/toaster strudel you know?

that’s why you always have to make breakfast lunch and dinner unless you wanna eat takeout and junk food for the rest of your life

because levi is an otaku he would have a lot of careers he could focus on the most popular one being a streamer

when levi tells you he wants to live in the human world expect a LOT of requests for living arrangements

like for example he needs extra rooms for his figurines, possible streaming room, if you think henry and lotan aren’t moving in with you then guess again massive pool anyone??? he also wouldn’t mind a movie theater in the house as well :)

just like mammon when you get home he’s excited to see you again because he feels like a decade passed since he last saw you

you decide to order takeout again and levi tells you about this new anime he discovered (you know living in the human world and such) so with your takeout in one hand and levi’s hand in the other you both cuddle watching anime until you inevitably fall asleep on the couch

satan:

you both wake up at the same time i wanna say but satan might beat you to the punch because he may or may not have been reading the entire night or woke up early and started reading

always expect tea on your nightstand every morning and kisses from satan waking you from your slumber

you both make breakfast together everyday listening to jazz music or classical and sometimes dancing around the kitchen just laughing satan spinning you around both of you truly enjoying each other’s company

satan wants a fresh start living in the human world and such

even though is name is a dead giveaway

so he works at a bookstore maybe like barnes and nobles but i wanna say he works at a little library not known and enjoys the piece and quite while reading a new shipment of books they just got

when you come home from work you see satan sitting in his usual chair reading welcoming you home

you make tea for the both of you and sit on his lap resting your head on his/his shoulders while you talk about each other’s day or you sit there in silence soaking up each other’s presence

beel:

i know i basically said for all of these that the brothers wake up first but when it comes to beel he really only wakes up first for two reasons one to eat and two to go to the gym

you know beel’s gone because your personal heater is gone and without him in bed with your basically freezing your butt off sorry mc

you both cook meals together it not only makes beel happy that he’s eating but food is basically his love language so both of you cooking together giggling and talking makes him happy more than you’ll ever know

speaking of food beel will always do the chores especially grocery shopping

the only way beel is moving to the human world is if belphie is coming to. no if, ands, or buts about it. he doesn’t have to live in the same home as you guys but the twins are a package deal mc you should of known that from the start

if you do decide to move to the human world i feel like beel would work as a florist or a baker or that’s what i want to believe anyways

i feel like it would be something nice and relaxing for him and he would definitely come home with tons of flowers and be like “here mc i got these for you 🥺🤲” or he would come home and be like “mc i made these today at the bakery and i made extra so you and belphie could have some🥺🤲”

like i said before the twins are a packaged deal so the three of you definitely have meals together everyday

you don’t understand mc the idea of you, him, and belphie together eating it makes his whole heart swell with happiness this is something he only thought could happen in his dreams he never thought it would happen in real life

and if you decide to have kids... he could just cry right then and there HE CANT HANDLE THE CUTENESS AND THE FAMILY DINNERS WITH UNCLE BELPHIE AND YOU MC YOU’RE KILLING HIM

have a wonderful mother’s day y’all if you celebrate it and i hope you like this post!!! i probably won’t do asmo and belphie separately just because i really couldn’t think of headcannons for them lolz

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 3 years

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hello! i was wondering if you write angst? if so, could you please write headcanons about gojo visiting his s/o (i use she/her pronouns) during their anniversary??

A Promise.

Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Im sorry I kinda made it a oneshot because 147 fked me up bad and this is the fruit of it 😭

Note: italics mean flashbacks, read very carefully 🔍

The sound of an alarm goes off.

"Good morning, (Y/N)!"

"Good morning, Toru～"

A surprised giggle leaves your lips as Gojo suddenly flips you over and peppers multiple kisses to your face. You tried to push away his face with your hands, your hands placed on his warm cheeks as your giggles turn into laughter. "Satoru, s-stop it tickles!" You say in between your laughter which promotes a grin from Gojo who finally pulls away to look at your smiling face, your once closed eyes fluttering opening to reveal orbs full of life and love staring back at him. The alarm in the background ringing in the background.

The sound of an alarm goes off.

Gojo slowly blinks as his bleary vision clearing the more he regains consciousness. He reaches over to grab his phone by the nightstand and turns it off then carelessly tosses his phone onto his bed. He slowly sits up, his ashen bangs covering his dull eyes. When was the last time he cut his hair? He doesn't remember, with a sigh he pushes his bangs back and stands up to get ready for the day. Only silence filling the room.

"You can't have cupcakes for breakfast! " You say as you quickly swipe the cupcake from Gojo's hand. "Aww but it's the same thing as pancakes!" He whines out as you're both standing in the kitchen dressed in your work attire, Gojo's blindfold resting by his neck. "No, they're different! We don't have much time left because someone decided to play instead of getting ready for work." You huff as you cross your arms, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "I can't help it, you're just too adorable! How could I resist?" Gojo says while wrapping his arms around your waist your head resting against his chest, you couldn't help the smile forming upon your lips. "Fine, one cupcake only!"

Once in the kitchen, Gojo reaches into the refrigerator and grabs a cupcake from the box- he purchased yesterday. Taking a bite out of it before throwing it into the trashcan. Slipping his sunglasses over his eyes, taking one last look at his apartment before closing the front door behind him.

"Oh wow, Satoru look!" You excitedly yell out as you gesture for him to look outside the car window. Gojo momentary pauses before taking a look outside. Where cherry blossoms trees lined the road and it's petals fluttering all around. "You speak as if you've never seen a cherry blossom tree." Gojo nonchalantly says before you grab his arm forcing him to look at you. "No matter how many times I see them I still think they're beautiful!" Ijichi quietly tries to cover his laughter as he stares at you both from the rear view mirror.

Gojo doesn't bother to look at the trees, his eyes were straight on the road with one hand on the steering wheel. His car slowing down as he approaches a red light, his eyes momentarily flicker to the bouquet of flowers resting on the passenger seat.

As the car slows down and pulls to a stop, you both get out of the car. Taking in the sight of Jujutsu High, taking your hand Gojo pulls you along the archway so that you would both be walking side by side.

Gojo parks his car by the sidewalk, turning off the ignition he couldn't help but rub his temples. Grabbing the bouquet he gets off the car closing the door as the signal of the car locking rings momentarily.

"Mrs. Gojo, the higher up have an assignment for you." You pause your writing as you take in the words Ijichi says as he stands by your office doorway. You let a long sigh, putting your pen down before stretching in your seat. "What rank?" You ask as you stand up to move towards the direction of the door. "Presumably A rank."

The wind passes as Gojo climbs a set of concrete steps, his ashen hair gracefully dancing along with the wind. The grip on the bouquet tightens, as he takes each step closer to his destination. The soles of his shoes crushing the fallen cherry blossoms that lie.

"(Y/N)!"

Gojo immediately spots your figure walking across the courtyard. The first years halt in their training as the sound of their teacher echos. Not even a second passes as Gojo appears in front of you with a frown on his face. "Mission?" He casually asks before you nod towards him apologetically. "I'm not sure how long it'll take but I promise to return as soon as I can!" You enthusiastically takes his hands in yours, the matching rings you both wear shining momentarily as the clouds pass. "And?" Gojo raises an eyebrow as his frown deepens not quite satisfied with your answer, his grip on your hands tightening. "And I'll promise to take lots of pictures and videos and call you when I can. Oh and souvenirs!" You smile brightly towards him causing him to return your smile. "Very well, you have permission to leave." He says playfully before bringing you into an embrace and pecking your lips.

"Promise to come back safely to me okay?"

"I promise!"

"You're such a liar (Y/N)..."

Gojo whispers as he places the beautiful bouquet on your tombstone. The elegant engraving of your name etched onto the stone, a reminder that you were no longer in this world. Those were the last words you ever spoke to him before you left. He could vividly remember the figure of you walking away from him, each step you take moving further and further away from him in every nightmare he sees. Waking up only to be drenched in swest as he yells out your name, wishing if only he had the power to stop you from ever leaving. None of this would of happened and your name would not be etched onto this stone, this was not the kind of anniversary he wanted to spend. Gojo stands back up and puts his hands into his pockets, blankly staring the arrangement of flowers. He wonders if you like them. He remembered the way your eyes always sparkled when he surprised you with a bouquet. Oh how sweet your voice was whenever you called out his name. In moments of happiness, sadness, confusion, excitement and fear.

"Did you call out my name?" You were struggling to breathe as blood seamlessly flowed out of you. Trying to drag your already broken body as the ceiling around you started to collapse while your mind flickered in out of consciousness. Gritting your teeth as hard as you could to keep moving. Chanting his name as a mantra "Satoru, S-Satoru, Saー!"

"Did you t-think of me?" Your body finally gives up on you as you lied on the shattered ground. Even then with the excruciating pain from the boulders that fell onto your broken arms, you still tried to drag yourself forward. "I-I need to get back t-to him...." The blood stained ring on your finger, a reminder of where you must return to. You needed to see him, your mind filled with memories of him, of his smiling face, his beautiful blue eyes.

"I p-promised...!"

Your nails bloodied as you heaved pushing your heavy body, before your arms could no longer move under the weight of the rock. A haze of red clouded your vision as tears endlessly spilled from your eyes, with your broken voice screaming out his name over and over again. Before the falling debris silenced your screams. There was not a single moment you didn't call out for him or think of him even in your final moments. He was and will always be your everything.

Gojo was kneeling by your grave, his sunglasses shattered-as tears endlessly flowed out of his eyes. "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y-Y/N), please c-come back to me...!"

However, only silence greeted him.

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