#i wish i could teleport a friend to my house to just sit next to me while i work

[jiliansky-blog]

In the dark. Chapter 4. Through the fairy woods

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2100

You were sitting in his bed. What have you done? Where did he go? You can’t sit there forever. You need to find him and undo the mistake. So you got up and left the room to find Lucienne. She was in the library as usual.

“Lucienne!” you said desperately. “I did the mistake”.

“Oh god”, she took out her glasses and sighed. “Did you try to see him?”

“Yes”, you said. “The curiosity took the best of me! I wanted to look just for a second, and then he disappeared. What happened?”

“Why can't you wait just till the end of this week?” she asked, tired. “He would explain to you everything. And now he is gone”.

“I’m so sorry!” you sighed. “But please, can you tell me where he is, so I can find him?”

“I guess I don’t have another choice”, the librarian replied. “But I doubt that you can save him now. He is in the realm of fairies”.

“Why?” you asked.

“He argued with Titania, the fairy queen”, she said. “She wanted him and said that no one is going to get attached to him if they don’t see him”.

“Oh, that is why he wanted to stay in the dark”, you said. “But it was almost like he didn’t want me to fall in love with him. He even told me a story about a princess who dumped a god. And said that he couldn’t be with mortals.

“I suppose the thought of your presence in the darkness would be enough”, she sighed. “Now we will never know. But you did get attached to him?”

“I did”, you said. "So, what is Titania going to do to him?”

“He must serve her for a hundred years or marry her”, she said.

“Oh no”, you replied. “I need to help him, even if he hates me after my mistake. I can’t leave him here for a hundred years”.

“What can you do against the Fairy queen?” Lucienne asked.

“I need to fix it”, you said. “Morpheus always says that they can’t be trusted. And I read about them a lot. You can also help me. You can give me serious books about fairies. The more I know, the more prepared I’m going to be”.

“If you say so”, she sighed. “He won’t be pleased”.

“I know, but I need to get him back”, you replied.

“If you insisted”, replied Lucienne, who brought you books.

You started to read, but eventually you woke up. Anyway, keep reading for the next few nights. You could still access the Dreaming. Perhaps, Morpheus wants you to stay here. And then you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need to go”, you said. “I need to find him”.

“Very well”, Lucienne sighed. “It would be better for you if you went there from the Dreaming”.

“But it means I continue to sleep in the Waking world”, you admitted. “And I don’t know when I’m going to wake up”.

“I can give coordinates where the places you need are, but it won’t be safer”, she replied. “Imagine, would it be better if you disappeared instead of sleeping in your house?”

She made sense. Your friends or parents won’t find you for a few days. You hope you will return until they start panicking.

“Alright”, you said. “Where is the path?”

“You're better off pretending that you're just another lost mortal”, she said while taking you outside the castle. “God knows what they will do if you find out who you are”.

You stopped at the beginning of the forest. Morpheus once told you that you shouldn’t go there alone. So that is entrance of fairy realm.

“Our lord usually teleports there, but you can’t”, Lucienne explained. “You need to go there through the forest”.

“And pretend to be lost”, you admitted. “What do I need?”

“Courage and knowledge”, Lucienne said. “I’m afraid if I give you something, they won’t believe that you are just lost”.

“Right,”, you agreed.

“They won’t give him up without a challenge”, she said. “She probably doesn’t want to give him up at all. So you need to figure out the plan”.

“I will figure out something while going through the forest, you replied. “Thanks for your help, Lucienne. I will save him”.

“I wish you luck”, she said.

And you started your way through the woods. First, the forest was green and in bloom, like in the spring. You could hear the birds' songs and feel warm. Then it became hot. There was probably a summer. Lucienne didn’t tell you that there are seasonal changes. And after that, the leaves became yellow and red. Perhaps, it was already fall.

You started to wonder if you could feel hunger in the dream and in the fairy realm. Or tiresome? When you decided to take a little rest and sat on the fallen tree, you heard the voice.

“Human? What are you doing here?” The voice was female and sounded like a child's. Can it be a fairy somewhere nearby?

“I’m lost”, you replied. “Who are you?”

“I can’t tell you my name”, she said. “The name has the power. If someone finds out your true name, it gives him power over you.”.

“I see”, you only replied.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I don’t know," you said, remembering Lucienne’s warnings. You don’t need to tell anyone about your plans. “I am looking for the way out of the woods”.

“But you are on the right way to our queen’s castle”, she admitted. “Are you trying to tell me that you are not looking for the castle?”

“I… Can I actually go there?” You were playing a dangerous game.

“You can, but you shouldn’t”, the fairy replied. “You should be more careful”.

At that moment, you realized that vines and roots had started to entwine your legs. And you jumped up and tore them apart.

“Very funny”, you noticed.

“Well, you did that, did you?” she asked. “Now I know that you are smart enough to help me”.

“It is a funny way to ask someone for help”, you noticed. “You distracted me. And they could kill me or prevent me from going anywhere”.

"Oh, common”, she said. “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t warn you. It was just a little fun. Now, please help me”.

"How can I help if I don’t see you”, you replied.

“You need to come on my voice”, she said. “One man trapped me in the tree. You need to find me in the forest”.

“There are plenty of trees”, you admitted. “Can’t you be more specific?”

“You will understand when you find out”, she said, very vaguely. “Just come on, my voice. You will hear it more clearly when you come closer”.

“In what direction?” you asked.

“I suppose it’s on your way to the winter forest”, she replied.” Hurry up before my captor returns! What are you waiting for?”

“You are so demanding”, you sighed, continuing your way. “How did he trap you?”

“He lures me in with sweets”, she replied. “But don’t try this on me. I won’t be caught twice with the same trick”.

“And how should I call you?” you asked.

“Call me Rose”, she said. “It’s a good name. And you?”

“Mara”, you smiled.

“You learned your lesson”, she admitted.

“Okay, if you want me to find you, then you should talk, so I won’t lose your signal”, you said.

“You see the tree and understand where I am”, she said.

And so, for the next hour, you let her lead you through the woods. And soon you will come to the winter forest. It was only mildly cold. You won’t freeze to death in your white dress.

“Here it is”, said Rose finally.

And you see the blooming magic tree. Yes, you can’t pass through it. And some iron things prevent the fairy from going out of the tree.

“Oh, finally,” said the tiny fairy with wings and pink hair. “I became weak. Now I own you a life dept. And I am going to pay when you need it.”.

“You shouldn’t”, you said, trying to decline the offer.

“No, I will pay”, she insisted. “Now, let me take you through this wood to the kingdom. You wanted it, did you?”

You should be careful now. Furthermore, you should not show a lot of interest in her offer. Because then they can find out why you are here.

“I can?” you asked hesitantly.

“I can take you here”, she said. “But then you will be on your own. I don’t know if they decide to make you a slave or something else”.

What an optimistic perspective, you think. It is too late to go back. I have knowledge. That will be my weapon.

“Alright”, you said. “I always want to see what the fairy kingdom is like. I just shouldn’t eat your food, right?”

"That's a little more complicated”, she laughed. “Alright, let’s go”.

“Your queen…” you began the conversation. “What is she like?”

"Oh, she is very beautiful”, she said. “What did you read in books about fairies? That we kidnap children and girls?”

“Mostly”, you agreed. “And that you can’t be trusted. And you have a specific kind of humor that can be deadly to us”.

 “You know a lot”, she laughed. “I will give a piece of advice. Don’t show them that you know something. Better be underestimated”.

“Thank you”, you smiled.

“How did it happen that you appeared in the fairy woods while dreaming”, she said. “Do you want to be there?”

“Maybe, but I didn’t realize it”, you said. “I didn’t even know that I could come there in my dreams”.

And it was true. Morpheus didn’t tell you about that.

“You are fortunate”, she said. “Or not. You won’t just dance and eat. They will make you do different tasks”.

Yes, you know. Like dancing all day long, solving riddles, or telling stories. Or maybe they just make you a slave, like Rose said.

“Are you not afraid?” she asked.

“A little”, you shrugged. “I suppose curiosity is bigger than fear”.

"We're almost there”, she admitted.

And she was right. You came to the beautiful meadow and the castle very quickly. You were very nervous. Likewise, you didn’t know what to expect or how to find Morpheus in a discreet way. You were planning to think about it on your way. But then you met Rose. Well, you need to improvise now.

“This castle is beautiful”, you admitted.

“It is”, the fairy confirmed.

You see a lot of fairies having fun outside the castle. They were all so different. And all of them were looking at you with hungry curiosity. You felt like a mouse surrounded by cats.

“Rose”, a tall, blonde, and handsome fairy, approached you. “Our queen was looking for you. Where were you? Hunting the human?”

“No, I was trapped”, she replied. “And that human helped me. She wanted to see our kingdom, so I took her here”.

The man looked at you with curiosity. You looked at me in response. You can’t be shy, but you pretend to be awed. Likewise, you do indeed see the handsome man for the first time.

“You are cute”, he smirked. “You can be mine”.

“No”, Rose replied instead of you. “She came with me, so she stays with me as well. You can find another mortal”.

“Anyway, the queen wants to see both of you”, he said. “Let’s go before she gets angry”.

And you followed them. Everyone was still looking at you. Titania was indeed beautiful. With her raven-black hair and white skin. She looked at Rose first.

“Where have you been?” she asked. “I was looking for you”.

“I’m sorry, my queen,”, Rose said, looking down. “I was trapped”.

“And what about this mortal?” asked Titania. “Did you finally find a toy ?”

“I helped her”, you said, and the fairy queen looked at you. “I found her in the woods, and she brought me here”.

“And what did you do in the fairy woods, mortal?” she asked.

“I was lost”, you replied. “So I think it’s fortunate that we found each other, your majesty. Your kingdom is beautiful”.

“Very well, you can stay here”, Titania said. “But she is her responsibility now, Rose. OR you know what you can do”.

You felt that you didn’t like what she meant. But suddenly, a big black cat appeared near Titania. And when you caught the glaze of his blue eyes, you felt something familiar. Can it be? But he hissed and tried to escape.

"Oh, darling, don’t be naughty to our guests”, Titania said in a sweet voice. “You have nothing to worry about”.

You were almost sure that it was Morpheus in the form of a cat.

@shadowqueen1318 @mypsychoticlove @justathirstyhoe​ @ladymoztaza @sapphireonline @deniixlovezelda

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #the sandman

[thesparklingwriter]

being parted from you like this is torture...

"I wish my real boyfriend would come home. I miss him."

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, zhongli goes on a work trip, reader is left alone, a little bit of angst, i don't actually know what hurt/comfort is but i think this may class as it, like the sleeping on the couch one but minus the argument

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Thirty days.

Thirty days, you've been alone in this house.

It really shouldn't matter, considering that you're not at home most of the time. But on weekends and days off, you feel it. There's always a letter for you when you get home, and writing one to send back takes up a sizeable chunk of your evening, but you're still alone. Even with the packs of food Zhongli left for you, you spend so long cooking that you're violently reminded of his absence. Sure, you have the other adepti, but Cloud Retainer isn't much of a conversationalist, and Xiao can't look you in the eye without looking away with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

So you're alone. Well and truly.

You complained to Zhongli about that fact in a letter, and he'd told you that this would be his last long trip for a very long time. In another letter you suggested that he should teleport back every night, but he refused on account of drawing suspicion. All in all, it seemed that he had found himself in a very tricky situation, and all you could do was sit and watch.

But today was the last day. He'd be at the door any time now. All you had to do was wait. And wait.

And wait.

"We need a dog or something," you huff to yourself. With no requests for aid from anyone and an empty house, all there was left to do was clean. And you weren't going to do that. Instead you take to organising the wardrobes, reinforcing the boundary between your and Zhongli's clothes. You hadn't realised how much of his stuff had crawled into your end of it. But then again, that isn't entirely your fault. Zhongli does the laundry, and you swear sometimes he leaves as many of your clothes in the wash for as long as possible, just so he can see you traipse around in his shirts and nothing else.

You sing to yourself as you work, and albeit a lousy rendition of Yun Jin's opera, it serves to cheer you up a bit and keep your mind occupied. 

But then, the wardrobe is organised, and you find yourself at a loose end again. Back to reading over the letters. They seemed to get longer as the days drew closer to his return--he told you about how negotiations were heating up and he could finally see an end in sight. He suggested that maybe, if things kept up at that rate, he'd be home in twenty days, not thirty, but they hit a snag, and Zhongli was forced to stay for longer.

He promised he'd be home today--before sunset, were his words exactly. But now the sun is plunging from the sky and he's Still. Not. Home.

You've eaten, organised the wardrobes, written a letter back, but you haven't sent it since he'd be gone by the time it reached wherever he was. You only did it so it could take up your time. So there's nothing else for you to do but sleep. You drag yourself up to the couch, burying yourself in a bunch of pillows and a warm fleece blanket. Zhongli would scold you for this--he'd tell you that you'll get aches and pains and that you should go and sleep on a proper mattress, but he's not here. If he had gotten here when he said he would, he could have told you off. But he's not. Take that! You think to yourself. You don’t find it easy to drift away though, so you lie awake staring at the ceiling and the light fixtures.

You're embarrassed by yourself, sitting here, waiting for your husband to come back home. It's the exact kind of thing you sometimes criticise your friends for doing. (Your closest friend didn't eat or sleep for 3 days waiting for his boyfriend to come home. You told him that was silly, and he chuckled and said you should try it yourself.) Admittedly, you aren't as bad as him, but you can see how your words lacked tact at the time.

The sky darkens entirely, and you accept your new status as a widow begrudgingly. If Zhongli isn't home, then that means he's dead. There's no other reason he'd be this late. You drift to sleep finally, telling yourself that you're just being silly, and he's going to be back any moment now.

"I'm home," Zhongli calls out. You don't hear him, snoring softly. He puts his bags down at the door, kicking it shut behind him. "Love?"

He walks into the living room, finding you sprawled out on the sofa with half of your hair in your mouth. He chuckles to himself. "I'm sorry I'm so late," he says again, gently removing your hair before you eat it. You smile and roll towards him. He kisses you lightly. "I've missed you."

You smile blissfully, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I've missed you more." Your eyes are still firmly shut, and Zhongli can't tell if you're awake or if you think you're dreaming. "What took you so long?" Tears begin to seep out of your eyes, and Zhongli frowns. He'd stopped to pick up your favourite meal from a restaurant, but they were so ridiculously busy that they weren't even accepting express orders. Maybe he should have given up at that point, but since he was already a little late, he figured he'd rather have something to show for it.

"I'm sorry, beloved," he whispers, kissing your forehead.

"You know, for a dream, you feel really real," you mutter. Zhongli laughs then, undecided as to whether he should wake you up or let you sleep some more. "I wish my real husband would come home. I miss him."

"Come on," he chuckles, gently pulling you upright. "I dread to think about how many nights you've slept on this. You're going to cause your body some serious harm."

You sit bolt upright at that, rubbing your eyes. Zhongli is seated before you, smiling indulgently. You look so entirely shocked that he's here and he's real that Zhongli can't help but laugh at you. You're so precious. Your blanket falls off you, and he isn't surprised to see you're wearing one of his shirts. In fact, he had bet on the fact that you wouldn't touch the laundry until he came home.

"I'll take that to mean you've spent every night here,"

You ignore his comment, reaching for him. "I thought you'd died," you sob into his shoulder. "I thought you weren't coming back."

"If I'd known your mind would have jumped to such extremes, I wouldn't have picked up some food for you. I'm very sorry." He strokes your hair lightly, rocking you to and fro to try and calm you down. He knows his death wasn't a big concern for you, in fact, it was probably just a passing thought. He reckons you're crying out of relief. You sniffle against him, taking soft, shuddering breaths."I'm here now, love. I won't leave again. Not like this. I promise."

You pull back to look at him, tears shining in your eyes. "Is that a contract promise or a normal promise?"

"I can provide you a contract if that will satisfy you," he says softly. "I'll do anything to make you happy." He gently strokes a tear off your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands.

"I've missed you so much," you whisper. "So, so much."

Zhongli chuckles. "Imagine what your friend would say if he saw you now,"

"Lachlan?" You ask. He would laugh at you if he saw this--harder than he laughed when you told him you were dating again. "I'm much better than him. A whole month without you..."

You bury yourself back into his shoulder, and Zhongli slips his hands under your shirt, rubbing your back. His hands are warm, and you sigh contentedly. "It made me wonder what I'd been doing with the rest of my life before you," He says softly. "I don't ever wish to do anything like that again. I missed you terribly."

You chuckle. At least you weren't being dramatic. You run your hands through his hair, and kiss his lips lightly. 

"So, in the midst of my despair, I was thinking..." You start. Zhongli hums, kneading gentle circles into your back as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"We should get a dog."

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[regalfairytaleacademy]

Founder of Chamber of Secrets [Part 1]

Before the Day of Rose Hostesses beginning, six dorm leaders and Headmistress Annabelle discussing for the theme on the events. Seraphine, as the former co-founder of the events, was first suggested for a sweet-themed garden, but only Celine and Cadence accepted this.

Next to Rozebelle, that she suggested to open a reading day. However, this second suggestion was being accepted by Sophia only, while others explained it is a "boring" themed and care about the guests compassionately if they prefers to play games rather than studying.

Meanwhile, Cadence was shared her idea of opening a band performance on night. Everyone were eventually got the idea and over the discussion.

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They went off to preparations, expect Valeria. She strolling on the street with a sad face. She glanced at the street, all the sudden stunned by her pixie Flutter.

"Oh!!"

"Omg. Flutter, is something wrong at the dorm? "

Flutter's head shaked, "Nope."

"Just worried about you."

She explained when saw something on the leader's face, "Look at your face. Pale and sorrow, look pretty scary."

Valeria grinned softly, sighed.

"Sorry. Probably I felt like I'm alone without joining as the hostess."

Flutter comforted, "It's okay. You still can visit them at the tea garden."

Valeria reluctantly accepted.

"Come on, Flutter." Valeria asked. "Let's go for take smoothie."

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At the campus, Valeria and Flutter sit on a bench drink smoothie. She quietly sigh, look upon the blue sky.

"I still wish I am a hostess of the events. So I can joining with my friends and know more about I didn't get to see."

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Afterward, they walk down the hallway. They then stopped by the ebony door on the wall.

The blond girl was curious, and so was her fairy. They opened it as quickly as possible. Light suddenly appeared from the open door, and the two teleported to another place.

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Valeria was woke and realized she is laying on the stranger's bed, even Flutter slept by her side. She ponder and views around the room. It is extremely quiet without sounds.

More curious she feel, Valeria carries sleeping Flutter in her arm, later left the bedroom, began to explore around the place.

Searched at every rooms of the hallways, Valeria contemplate all the rooms were covered in cobwebs. She thinks it could been is a beautiful castle, but currently an abandoned house like what a fairy tale happen.

"All the furnitures in every rooms are luxurious and historical. Truly it is a house of the well-known family with a prosperity and good fortune."

She finds that if the house definitely has a person live in and it is unkind to them, she won't be able to stand on it, so she have to hurry with carry her pixie.

[TBC]

#twst #twisted wonderland #regal fairytale academy #rfa #day of hostess roses #twst events #story #writing

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 26.

A wonderful new morning. The rays of the sun brightly illuminated the rooms of friends. However, they were no longer there. Friends woke up earlier than usual, so everyone was in the kitchen having breakfast.

Soon after breakfast, everyone went to do their usual things. Bendy had finished with the necessary things before noon, so he was sitting at the table and making creative stuff.

Lara was also sitting at the table solving puzzles in her notebook. Without noticing how time passes, Lara solved all sudoku in new magazine. She was about to do something else, but then Bendy came into her room and said with a smile on his face, "Hello, Laurie! What are you doing?"

"Hi. I was just going to clean the room..."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I cleaned your room this morning."

"Thank you." Lara said.

"You're welcome." he replied with the same smile on his face.

"Today I could help you prepare lunch."

"The casserole is already being prepared in the oven. I wanted to make it early so that the dish is baked properly..." Bendy said.

Lara thought a little, and said, "Okay, let's water the flowers."

"It would be possible, but," Bendy began. "I've already done all the necessary chores around the house. I'm sorry, I just thought you'd be busy with something else and you wouldn't be up to it..."

"Don't apologize. There are days when I really don't have time... And I'm very grateful for your help..."

"Anything for you, Lau. Since all the housework is done, let's go outside, take a walk? And also collect a bouquet of daisies for you."

He took Lara's hand, and they teleported to the right place. Daisies grew near the friends' garden. There were many other flowers around, but there were most daisies. They all grew side by side, so there was almost no grass to be seen. It seemed as if a white carpet with yellow speckles covered a small piece of land. Bendy and Lara came closer to the daisies, looking with surprise at how beautiful the flowers look together.

"I think it's better to collect daisies elsewhere," Lara said. "Here they look so good and harmonious together..."

"Then we can go a little further, there are a lot of daisies growing separately."

"Let's go..." Lara said, and immediately they were right where they needed to be.

"Here, we are." Bendy said and looked for the right flowers.

"Yes, we'll collect the daisies... But why did we teleported again? It was possible to go as usual, not so far."

"Well, I just thought it would be better to move right away, we don't known how long we will walk..."

"It's okay, we'll walk slowly... Moreover, nature is so beautiful near our house..."

"Yes, you're right," Bendy smiled. "The forest landscapes surrounding us are fascinating..."

Lara smiled and then saw several daisies growing separately. She came closer and wanted to collect them, but Bendy was faster and did everything himself.

"A wonderful modest bouquet for you." he said, handing her flowers. She took them, but the expression on her face showed that she wasn't excited. Bendy noticed this and asked, "Is something wrong, Lara?.."

The demoness looked at him with the same expression on her face.

"I wanted to collect a small bouquet myself... But since you did it yourself, thank you." she answered, looking down.

"Oh, Lara, you can collect the same bouquet next time, you often have flowers in your room."

"Yes, I hope next time you won't do it for me..."

"Lara, I'm sorry..." he began.

"No need to apologize," she said. "You just didn't have to do it."

"... I only wanted to bring you a gift, I'm sorry..."

"I don't need help everywhere and always. I can do the chores in my room by myself..."

"Of course you can, I just thought it would be easier for you when housework doesn't interfere with your hobbies."

"It doesn't bother me. It's worse when you do it for me almost all the time..."

"Please forgive me, I only wish the best for you..."

"Stop apologizing, it won't change anything anyway," she said sadly. "You're not going to stop doing that..."

"Larry, I won't do that if you don't want to..." he replied.

"I don't think you won't..." she said, moving a little to the side and looking at the flowers around.

Bendy wanted to go step towards her and try to convince her, but then he saw how she was looking down aloof, thinking about her own business. He realized that now he would only bother her, so, looking at her again, he went back to the house. He no longer cared how wonderful it was around. Many oppressive feelings crowded into his soul. And the fact that she was upset now, too, made it even more painful. He returned home and immersed himself in thoughts about her and how he could please her later.

Lara wasn't outside for long - soon she came back to the garden near the studio. She kept thinking about how rudely she had said those words to him and how to fix everything now. Then she went into the house, into her room. After a little thought, Lara realized what she had to do. She quietly entered Bendy's room. He sat at the table thinking. Coming closer, she put her hand on his shoulder and saying, "Bendy, please forgive me..."

He immediately looked at her and replied, "Lora, you don't need to apologize. It's my fault. You're right, you can do some household chores by yourself. Moreover, my help doesn't please you at all..."

"No, I'm very glad when you help me," she objected. "You just did it more than usual today. After all, it's better if you help sometimes, not every time.

Bendy looked at her attentively, and then, getting up from the table, said," Lara, I won't help so often if you don't want to. After all, it turns out the opposite, hinders... So next time I'll ask if you need help. I should have done it right away..."

"It's fine," she replied softly. "You don't have to always ask about it. You can just help a little less often."

"Alright, dear, as you wish."

Lara smiled.

"Although, no matter how often you help me, I'll always be glad... I'm always happy with you..."

"So am I with you, Laurie..." Bendy smiled.

"Thank you for the bouquet of daisies. I also brought you a small one..."

She held out her hand with nice wonderful daisies. The bouquet was a little smaller than the one that Bendy collected for Lara, but for the young man it wasn't important at all. He smiled and took the bouquet.

"Thank you, honey." he said and put the flowers in a vase.

He came closer to her and hugged her.

"I love you very much, Lara."

"And I love you, Bendy."

They hugged each other even tighter. They had light in their hearts. Bouquets of daisies didn't just decorate their tables - it was a gift from the heart.

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝐼𝐼

Taehyung's POV

"Have you found who posted that?" I ask.

"Yes, sir," my secretary says, "He's in the waiting room."

"Okay," Take off my coat, "Give us some time alone."

"Alright," he takes my coat and opens the door for me.

I walk inside to see a man wearing a red hoodie.

"Oh, hey," he smirks, "You got here so fast. Did you teleport?"

"I might have," I sit down.

"Who's the girl?" He chuckles, "A one night stand?"

I glare at him, "My queen."

"Queen?" He laughs, "So, is she your girlfriend? Or wife?"

The thought of calling her MY wife felt so good. I could feel myself calm down almost immediately thinking about living with her and starting a family with her. Waking up next to her every day, loving her, taking care of her and our kids, giving her pleasure, having someone to go home to and being loved by her. I close my eyes and push all my thoughts aside.

"She's," I breathe in, "She is my girlfriend."

"Jeez," he says, "Never thought a rich guy like you would go for a college graduate."

"I'll go for whatever I want," I grit my teeth.

"What do you want me to do man?" He leans back, "Cause I'm not taking down that video. It got me a few thousands."

"I do not need you to take it down," I say, "I just want you to state that it's fake."

"You're crazy," He laughs, "You're never getting me to do that." 

"Oh, really?" I stare into his eyes.

"W-what?" He stutters.

"You'll release a public statement that the video was fake," I order.

"I'll release a public statement that the video was fake," he repeats.

"The video is fake," I state.

"The video is fake," He repeats.

I break the eye contact, "You're good to go."

"Okay, sir," he says and leaves.

"That wasn't so hard," I stand up and walk outside.

"Is everything okay, sir?" My secretary asks.

"Yeah, the video was fake and he agreed to release a public statement about it," I reply.

"Oh, thank the Lord!" he praises.

"I'll be leaving," I say and walk out.

I need to get to my dear. She must be wanting answers. Even though I'm lying, she'll have answers, that's enough. I go into the bathroom and teleport to my house. I feel bad for lying but soon she'd learn all of the truth, so I hope she forgives me.

I walk inside the room to see her reading a book.

"You like reading?" I startle her.

"Oh," she shuts the book, "I was bored so I just..."

"It's okay," I go near her, "If you were bored, you could have gone downstairs to watch TV."

"I didn't know if you'd like that," she replies.

"You can use whatever you want in this house," I say softly.

"Any leads on my grandfather?" She asks.

"Can I please go home?" She asks, "I feel like I got kidnapped."

"What? No. You haven't been kidnapped. I just wanted you to heal and didn't want you to be overwhelmed," I reply.

"Oh," she smiles, "I guess I'm fine. Can I go?"

"Sure," I smile, "The maids will bring you clothes to change into."

"Thank you," she says.

After a while of waiting, she comes downstairs.

"You look beautiful," I compliment her.

"Thank you," she blushes.

"Come," I extend my hand to her which she reluctantly takes.

I open my car door for her and she steps in.

"So, uh," she starts, "Why do you want my hand in marriage?"

"I don't know," I shrug, "You seemed to be a really nice person."

"That's it?" She asks.

No.

"Well, nowadays," I look around, "Most of the girls want money or sex only. I felt that you weren't that kind of girl."

"Oh," she looks down, "So, when was he planning to introduce you to me?"

"After the graduation," I sigh, "But things turned out different."

She smiles sadly, "I wish I hadn't fought with him that day."

"You fought with him?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yeah," she replies.

"Why?" I ask.

"One of my friends put his arm around my shoulder and he didn't like it so he was pulling me away telling me not to let men touch me," she sniffs, "I got angry and then crossed the road and I tried to push him away and get out of the way but it was too late and I got hit."

"It's gonna be okay," I say.

"I hope," she leans onto the door.

"I know you don't know me," I pause, "But I'm here for you."

"Is this all a trick to make me fall for you?" She asks.

"What? No," I say.

"Then why are you doing all this?" She asks.

"Because I am genuinely interested in you. I genuinely want to be with a nice person like you," I defend myself.

She looks down, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I understand," I smile, "We're here."

"Thank you so much," she steps out of the car.

"I'll come to pick you up tomorrow," I say.

"But why?" She asks.

"I don't feel like leaving you alone with a bunch of problems," that were caused by me.

"Thank you," she smiles.

"Wait," I stop her, "You'll be alone in your house."

"I know. But I can just call my friends over," she says.

"I can stay if you want," I offer.

"I'm sorry but I don't trust you enough for that," she smiles sadly.

My heart broke into a million shards poking through me.

"It's okay," I smile bitterly, "I understand. Bye."

I can't leave her alone. I drive home quickly so that no one sees my car around her house and teleport back to her house. I sneak up and see through a window to see her with three other men. I fist my hands in anger. I listen to what they're saying.

"The video was all over the internet," one of them says.

"Some people even called you names for no reason," one of them says with their jaws clenched.

"Guys, I-" I see my dear cry, "I don't know what to do."

I wanted to hold her close to me and let her know that it's all going to be okay. 

"It's okay, Yuna," one of them says, "The person who posted it declared that it was fake. But now the problem is why you were with him."

"I-" she sniffs, "He said that my grandpa arranged my marriage with him for money to raise me."

"What?" 

"He could have just taken a loan."

"I know right," Yuna wipes her eyes with a tissue, "He told me he was genuinely interested in me and wanted to be with me."

"Oh, do you like him?" 

"He seemed nice and understanding but I don't know," she says and I smile.

"I don't think your grandfather would arrange you to a bad person."

"I hope so," she blows her nose, "He's kind of cute."

"Ayyy," the boys all cheer.

"So, will we get to meet him?" One of them asks.

"Not any soon, I don't want him to think I'm weird bringing all my friends to see him," she laughs.

"Sure, but let us know if you want to hook up with him. We'll give tips and suggestions for your virgin ass," one of them says and winks.

"Hey!" She whines and throws a pillow at him.

So she does like me... 

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A/N- Eeee this book is mostly going to be Taehyung's POV. I hope you guys are okay with that. Idek where this is going y'all are gonna hate me ;-;

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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(part 2 possibly...?)

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Feigned Innocence

Word Count: 15.4K

Warnings: dub-con, guro, cheating, toxic relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, stabbing, blood, smoking, drugging, choking, cigarette burns, obsession, dacryphilia, innocence kink

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It all felt like a dream. Everything was falling into place.

You were finally getting what you had wished for.

Happiness.

Gojo greeted you in front of the train station with open arms.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to tease him.

He took a step forward to wrap his strong arms around you. “I came here to take you home and also because I missed you.”

“You’re too kind,” you whispered as you pressed your face against his chest while blushing.

Swoosh.

The floor under you changed texture. From tile to hardwood.

When you broke the hug, you saw that you were in his house.

You peered up at him, your eyes met his.

In that small moment of silence, the two of you moved gracefully towards each other. Gojo leaned down and you got up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

The happiest moments of your life had just begun.

~~~

“Can you write the report I left in the office for me? Something came up, I’m gonna go out with a friend and that report needs to be done before tomorrow,” he asked after pressing a chaste kiss against your hair.

“Yes!” Quickly lifting your gaze up to him, you puckered your lips, begging to be kissed and praised.

With a chuckle, he leaned down to give you a short kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back later but I may want to eat at home and-”

“I’ll cook your favorite!” you chirped while watching him put on his shirt.

“You’re the best!” Leaning down, he kissed you on your forehead, “My adorable little girlfriend.”

“Don’t call me that!” you said, blushing.

“What should I call you then?” He raised a brow, smiling. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over your lips. “Should I call you my lover?”

You nodded rapidly, cheeks flushing harder. “Y-yes!”

“Ahh, you’re so cute I wanna eat you up.” He pressed another kiss on your lips, this time moving them against yours for a brief moment, promising to give you an actual taste soon. “But I have to leave now, so be good, okay?”

“Don’t stay out too late,” you reminded when he suddenly pulled himself back.

He waved a hand as if to say ‘okay’ while he was getting ready to teleport.

“I love you!” It was you, chanting after him.

Gojo vanished from the bedroom with a grin.

You were the happiest person alive.

~~~

He didn’t come home that night and you ate cold, hard rice after seven hours of waiting.

~~~

“Would you rather wear a cotton shirt or this silk one?”

“Cotton,” he said, hastily. “Black.”

You dug through the closet while he waited patiently on the newly made bed, glancing around the room. Eventually, you found a black cotton shirt just as he asked and gave it to him after putting the silk shirt on his dresser. He put the shirt next to him on the mattress and took your hands in his own to pull you closer towards him.

“I’m sorry for yesterday,” he apologized, looking you in the eye and smiling softly. “I got caught up in the moment and went to stay at my friend’s place.”

“You don’t need to apologize! Your friends and work always come first,” you beamed, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I will always wait for you at home.”

Gojo placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a small kiss on the lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

When he came out of the bedroom, fully dressed in his uniform, you were in the kitchen, making him coffee. As you walked to the kitchen table to serve him the coffee he offered you a gentle smile, his eyes becoming softer.

“Did you finish the report?” he asked.

“I did! I faxed it to the principal in your contacts like you told me to as soon as I finished it!” You sat across from him on the table with a coffee mug in your hand.

“Good girl,” he let out a sigh in relief before taking a long sip from his coffee.

A brief moment passed.

“You know,” he started, “thanks for all of this, (name).” He was staring down into his own reflection on the coffee. “I’m lucky to have you here and in my life.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit.  “It’s the least I can do for you!” you said quickly. “I should be the one saying how grateful and lucky I am that you even chose me as your girlfriend. I love you so much! I’ll do my absolute best!”

He offered you a small smile, “That’s my girl.”

~~~

You two had met through a friend and clicked instantly. Having begged Utahime to introduce you to Gojo was something you weren’t that proud of. You wanted to meet him so badly. However, although everyone wanted to meet the famous Satoru Gojo, it was him who decided who was worth his time.

You being a total worshipper for the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive was a good enough reason for him to consider meeting you.

He loved women who loved him blindly. He enjoyed being worshipped as if he was a God and you were ready to devote your entire existence to please him.

After only one dinner date he asked you to move in with him. You knew it was because he fell in love with you the same way you fell in love with him at first sight.

Satoru Gojo was madly in love with you.

~~~

“Promise you’ll only love me and me only.” You were begging as he was biting your neck, licking the sensitive skin before he pulled back to focus on his hands between your bodies.

His hands cupped the supple flesh of your chest, moving his hands down to let his thumbs run across the swell of your breasts with a grin.

“Promise me,” you pleaded. Your brows furrowed in worry, your lower lip was trembling. You wanted to be happy. Gojo knew your past. He had promised you to keep you safe, that was why you moved in with him, right? He loved you. He madly loved you. “You’ll only love me.” Love me. Love me only.

He dipped his head in a nod, sliding his hands further down your body following your curves until he could grab you by the hips.

Decidedly he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, moving his fist slowly up and squeezing harder as he reached the tip. His shoulders shuddered at the sight of your innocent face, so scared and trusting of him. You were begging for his attention and love. He used his free hand to caress your cheek, you immediately leaned into his touch, desperate for him. “I like this expression on your face.”

Your eyes widened at his compliment. He loved your face.

Gojo pushed the tip of his cock inside you.

“It hurts…” you mewled, pushing him weakly on the chest with your tiny hands compared to his broad torso.

“It’s your first time, of course, it’ll hurt.” Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, discreetly proving that you could never push him away with your nonexistent strength. “Besides, it’s not even halfway in, you can endure it, right? For me?”

Nodding, you gingerly put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer and sliding your hand up into his soft hair seconds before he pressed his lips against yours. While you were clumsily kissing him back, you also tried holding back your whimpers as he surged his hips forward until the entirety of his length was inside your pussy.

A shaky moan escaped you and your nails dug into the skin of his back, you dragged them down as soon as he pulled his hips back to suddenly slam into you.

“Gojo,” you breathed into the kiss, mouth popping open in pain. Your arm wrapped around his neck to have something solid to hold onto.

“Satoru,” he corrected before kissing you once again, twirling your tongues around each other and picking a pace for himself.

Ah, yes, he was the closest person to you now. Your boyfriend and maybe even your husband-to-be. Ahh, so precious. The excitement and embarrassment made your cheeks flush.

He pulled back from the kiss and grinned at you, pulling out of you momentarily. “What’s my name?” He used a hand to move his cock between your folds and smear the blood of your innocence on your soaking wet cunt.

“S-Sator-ah!”

Gojo snapped his hips forward abruptly and chuckled as he pulled his hips back. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you said.”

You pouted, staring at him with your glossy eyes. “You’re being mean.”

“Am I?” He thrust into your slick heat slowly, almost agonizingly, stroking your insides in a way that made you question if you had been fingering yourself all wrong. Even when you were doing it on your own, you would imagine Satoru Gojo on top of you, the strongest, the most handsome Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. You had never thought he would be your first but oh, you were so lucky. You were under him and got to see his face as he took your innocence.

Romantic.

“I love you so much, Satoru.”

He stopped moving, his shoulders stiffened as the two of you met eyes. He looked a little surprised and at a loss of words.

Your nails dug and scratched at his shoulders as you whined at his abrupt silence. He was never quiet. Always running his mouth and teasing you.

“You love me too.” It was more of a question than a fact. You were desperate for him to say it. You needed to hear it. “You’ll only love me, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied and put a hand over your mouth. “Now, keep quiet so I can feel good. You want me to feel good, right?”

You nodded hesitantly.

Gojo smiled, it was that gorgeous smile he only flashed to you. It was only directed at you, made you feel like you were at the center of his world.

He let out a low hiss as your virgin walls tightened around his cock and caught him by surprise. His cock throbbed as he tried stealing a few more precious thrusts into your slick heat but he was already at his limit from you clenching around him.

So, he pushed his hips forward until the entire length of his cock was inside of you and the tip of his cock was pressing against your cervix. An audible growl-like moan left his gaped open mouth, seconds later you felt warmth filling your belly.

“I’m… I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced, pulling out of you and pushing your hands away from him.

“Should I join you?” you asked alluringly as you sat up on the bed. You were hoping to have your body pressed against his, feeling his warmth under the steaming hot water and all.

“No need.” He left the bedroom after putting on the previously discarded boxers he picked up from the floor.

A long moment passed before you managed to get up from the bed to change the sheets that were smeared with the blood of your innocence.

You grimaced slightly, you didn’t like the sight of blood.

~~~

The next morning, Gojo woke up to the pleasant smell of coffee and toast. He stared at the newly washed clothes you had put out for him and put them on.

He headed to the kitchen to find you flipping through a magazine. The coffee and toast were all ready on the table. There were only two plates set on the table which alarmed him slightly.

“You’re also gonna eat?” he asked.

You let out a little screech of surprise, jumping a bit into the air at the sudden noise. Closing the magazine, you turned around to face him. “Ah, good morning!”

He didn’t repeat his question.

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing.”

“Can we eat quickly? I really need to leave for work before seven today.”

He hummed absently and took his place at the table. “Kyoto today?”

You shifted awkwardly on your feet while nodding. “It’s Friday so I’ll be helping Utahime with the third years if they get injured. They are all going out on field jobs today.”

“Isn’t it pointless?” he asked.

“What?”

“Do you even need to work when I’m here? I can do the hard work for you.” Gojo took a big bite from his toast.

You smiled and took your seat across from his. “So you just want me to wait for you at home?” Just like a wife waiting for her husband.

“Yeah, I want you to stay here and look pretty for me, I don’t wanna see you in your pajamas without any makeup all day.” He was taking a sip from his coffee before it got quiet and he realized he had made a mistake when he saw your expression.

“Sorry,” you murmured before getting up from your seat. “I was thinking of doing my makeup after breakfast but I’ll do it now.”

It was Gojo who should have apologized but he wouldn’t speak.

By the time you came back to the kitchen, Gojo was getting ready to leave. He took you to Kyoto by teleporting, telling you to call him when you were done so he could take you home moments before he vanished.

You didn’t know where his house was located, nobody knew. He took you there by teleporting only and you couldn’t leave the house without him. These were the rules.

Now, he wanted another thing.

Your phone vibrated in your purse and you dug around to find it. Once you managed to grab your phone to check the screen, there was a text message you knew he would send to you but not this soon.

‘Quit your job.’

~~

Quitting was easy but having to answer Utahime’s invasive questions about the reason why you were leaving was more difficult than you would have liked it to be. You were able to dodge her specific questions with simple answers and finally get to say farewell before she could start asking you if it was related to a romantic relationship.

You hadn’t told her about Gojo. He wanted to keep everything a secret to keep you safe from any harm.

At the end of the day when you called Gojo to come to get you, unlike Utahime, he was happy that you quit. With a single peck on your lips, he made you forget about the empty feeling you had in your heart about leaving your work.

Meh, there were many different nurses in the jujutsu world, your absence wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They would definitely replace you with someone better and maybe even with someone who had cursed energy.

“Today was a loooooong day!” Gojo threw himself on the couch, “Can’t you cut up some fruit for meeee~?”

Obediently walking into the kitchen you cut some peaches on a plate and brought it to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. “Would you want to have something to drink as well?” you asked with a smile.

He had taken off his blindfold and he looked thoughtful but it was obvious that none of his thoughts were about what you had just asked him.

“You’re a weird girl, (name),” he said, taking a slice of peach into his mouth. “You quit your job because I told you to and you’re willing to stay here in this house without ever leaving.”

You sat on the couch next to him. “Well, it’s what you want,” you said as you reached towards the fruit plate to take a peach. “I’ll do anything you ask me to.” Parting your lips, you took the slice inside your mouth. You chewed slowly, savoring the taste. “I’ll do anything to please you.”

“Ahh, having a girlfriend is nice.” Gojo grabbed the fruit plate and eased back onto the couch’s cushions. “I’m so lucky~” He was busy eating the peaches as he turned to face you. “I thought you were just a shy little thing at first but you’re just passive, huh?”

“What does that suppose to mean?” you asked, leaning towards him, undeniably and unconsciously exposing your cleavage to him.

He smirked, mirroring your move and leaning in closer. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

All of a sudden, your heart fluttered. “I-is that a compliment?”

He raised a brow, “Maybe.”

You chuckled nervously, “What do you mean?”

“It’s up to you if it’s a compliment or not,” shrugging, he waved his hand in lieu of speaking to let you fill in.

You crossed your legs before shifting on the couch. “I’m confused,” you said as you rolled your eyes and laughed forcefully. “Are you messing with me?”

He stayed quiet but certainly, he had a story to tell. A story of innocence if not corruption.

“Are you comparing me to someone?” you dared to ask.

Gojo nearly dropped the plate he was holding. There it was. The silence returned.

He could have denied it but he didn’t.

“Satoru?”

“Do you think this place will provide you everything you’re seeking?” he finally spoke, ignoring you.

“Uh,” you looked embarrassed, “I’m happy here right now and I’ll surely be happy in the future.”

It wasn’t a lie.

You enjoyed being here.

Although it had barely been a week, you were already attached to Gojo. This place felt more like a home than any other place you had stayed.

“I’m glad.” His tone was softer than before, “Not everyone would be able to fit in as quickly as you do.”

You nodded languidly as it became dead silent again.

~~~

“I don’t like girls who smoke.”

He made you quit smoking.

“It’s weird when you smile showing your teeth.”

You covered your mouth when you laughed after that.

“I like it when you’re so timid.”

He wanted you to act innocent.

“It’s cute when you cling to me like that.”

It felt like he was looking through you instead of looking at you.

~~~

You jolted awake when you heard the sound of a whistle, it sounded almost like a strong wind.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat up on the bed. The clock on the nightstand read past two in the morning and Gojo wasn’t sleeping next to you.

“Satoru?” you called after him but got no answer.

Something was wrong.

A phone vibrated on the nightstand. Crawling on the bed, you reached for the phone that wasn’t yours. The lock screen lit up and you squinted your eyes at the bright light. It was a picture of Gojo and his student in the background, your boyfriend was grinning while his student stared at the camera with a stoic expression. Over the picture was a notification. A text message.

When a person stares at a bunch of words, they read it without thinking, it was almost instinctively for humans to read words if they knew what they meant. That was how your brain was programmed to work.

Yet no matter how many times you read the text message, you weren’t able to understand it.

Before you could try to make sense of the words the phone disappeared from your grasp.

You jumped out of the bed.

“Satoru?!”

Nobody answered back.

As you were looking around, you saw that the closet’s door was wide open, the silk shirt from on top of his dresser was gone.

No, no, no.

Walking out of the room, you toured the entire house, searching for your tall and buff boyfriend in every corner as if he could hide.

He wasn’t here.

Okay, calm down. He was out for a mission. Yeah, that was it.

However, even after you went back to bed, you couldn’t sleep until he returned just before the sunrise.

You pretended to be asleep as Gojo quietly took off his clothes and got in the bed. He didn’t snuggle into you or got closer to you because he reeked of cigarettes and sweat. Maybe, you were right. Curses left strange smells like this on your body after being exorcised, he clearly had gone out for a mission.

Gojo was the strongest, he had to be there if anyone needed help.

~~~

You cooked a warm meal for Gojo every evening but he never once arrived home before the food got cold and packed into the fridge in a container.

Tonight, instead of wasting your time cooking, you wanted to have a pamper day and decided to spend all evening in front of the television, watching a movie while drinking ice cold beer after a long and relaxing shower.

“I’m home!”

Your shoulders tensed when Gojo suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room.

“Welcome home,” you replied, turning your head to look at him. He never came home this early. “How was your day?”

Walking around the couch, he plopped down next to you and immediately pulled you next to him. “It was such a long and busy day today, argh! What’s for dinner? I’m starving!”

“I… I didn’t cook dinner today.”

“Then why are you here?” he asked while grabbing the beer from your hand to take a sip.

“Huh?” You were genuinely confused, staring at him.

“Do you even love me?” he questioned you openly, “I asked you to move in so we could live like a couple and-”

“You’re never home when it’s time for dinner,” you cut him off, trying to defend yourself. “I-I just thought it would be better to save rice and didn’t cook today. I didn’t think you’d come home this early.”

“So what if rice gets a little cold?” He chugged the beer down to its last drop and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking. “It’s the gesture that counts but I guess you don’t love me. Is that it?”

“No!” You turned to face him on the couch, denying his childish accusations. “I love you more than anything, you know that! I’ll cook now, I’ll cook whatever you want so tell me.”

“No,” he replied, leaning forward to put the beer can down on the coffee table. “I lost my appetite. I thought you loved me, (name).”

You were getting frustrated, your voice cracked as you tried telling him about your feelings. “I love you, Satoru!”

“Maybe I should get another girlfriend since you don’t love me anymore.”

Your stomach dropped, the uneasy feeling started to settle in. An ugly pause was there, your lips curled down to form a hideous frown.

Watching your expression, Gojo pulled down his blindfold and started grinning like an idiot. “I was just joking!” he laughed audibly and forcibly, “Gotcha!”

You didn’t laugh with him.

~~~

“I love you,” you said directly after wishing him goodnight.

“Hmm, goodnight.”

He drifted into slumber right away.

~~~

Just before Gojo was about to leave for work the next morning, you asked him to take you to the grocery store for five minutes.

You bought all the necessities, milk, instant coffee, bread and-

“I’ll take one of these, short.” You froze and quickly corrected yourself. “No, I’ll have the long pack, thank you.”

The cashier pulled out the cigarettes you pointed at from the displays and told you your total. After paying you stuffed the pack of cigarettes down your pocket and put the rest in your bag.

“Ma’am the receipt?” the cashier asked, it looked like she had been calling out to you a couple of times because everyone who was on the line behind you was staring at you.

“Throw it,” you replied. He didn’t need to know. He could never know.

When you exited the store, Gojo was grinning down at his phone. As soon as he noticed you, he put this phone away. “Ready?”

You nodded and he held your hand.

With a blink of an eye, you were back inside the same house you hadn’t left in so long. Between four walls that surrounded you.

You needed fresh air, it was suffocating. A whole week and maybe longer inside here without any contact with other humans. You woke up to Gojo’s pretty face illuminated by the morning sun and fell asleep while watching his gorgeous face.

He was all you were seeing even when you closed your eyes.

“Bye.” Gojo pressed a kiss on your lips and vanished.

Now, you were alone.

All alone.

Dropping your bag, you headed towards the kitchen. Pulling a chair from a table, you put it in front of the gas range and turned the exhaust fan on its highest setting. You took out the cigarettes from your pocket and sat in the chair before lighting up one of the gas stove burners by turning the knob. There was a continuous clicking sound before the flames appeared.

You ripped your cigarette pack open and took one single cigarette out, promising yourself that this was your last, you needed this. You needed to relax.

After putting the cigarette between your lips, you leaned down to light the tip using the stove burner from between its grate. You inhaled deeply, the tobacco from the tip burned and traveled towards the sponge end and into your mouth. Your shoulders relaxed as your lungs filled with smoke, with the tinge of nicotine.

The first inhale was heavenly. Always had been.

You exhaled towards the exhaust fan, letting it suck up all the nasty smell of tobacco and leaving no evidence other than the faint smell of something that was closer to a paper burning. Once you cooked the salmon you were planning to cook tonight for dinner, the smell would be completely gone.

You didn’t need to stress over anything. You could enjoy your cigarette and-

Your fingers burned.

When you stared down, you saw that you had already finished your cigarette and the sponge was about to burn. You stubbed it out on the countertop before taking one more cigarette from the pack. Then another one. And then another. Then one last cigarette and then one another last cigarette and then-

You finished an entire pack of cigarettes in a single day.

That had never happened before.

No, you had one single cigarette left. You… You were going to save it. For one day if you ever felt this much pressure.

Your throat hurt but the nicotine in your system… It felt good. You felt relaxed, stress wasn’t present anywhere, not anymore. It was as if you were yourself again.

Once again, you were the happiest person alive.

~~~

You sat at the dinner table with the now ice-cold salmon and many garnishes you had cooked specifically for Gojo who hadn’t even bothered to text you if he was coming late or if he was coming home at all.

The kitchen was clean, cigarette butts and the pack were thrown into the trash while the entire house smelled of bleach and fish.

You were smiling, wearing that sundress you knew he liked as you waited for him to come home, unsure how long time had passed since the dinnertime. Although your phone was right in front of you, seeing the time could make your smile falter so you avoided checking the time.

He would come home.

At any moment now.

Eventually.

~~~

Gojo never came home that night.

~~~

You were the dumbest person alive.

~~~

Gojo was lightweight when it came to drinking. He only drank alcohol in the comfort of his own home and always expected you to clean after him.

He was childish and he didn’t know any manners.

But at least, he loved you.

~~~

It was a late Friday night.

“Are you drunk Satoru?” you started giggling and you could see how red his face was becoming. He clearly was drunk. You walked over to him and tried lifting him up from the couch. “Let’s get you to bed!”

He groaned, refusing to move while slurring words about how pretty you were and how he wasn't drunk.

You laughed at him, telling him that he was drunker than drunk. If he had one more glass of hard liquor, he could pass out. You were sure of it.

Letting go of his hands, you leaned forward and captured his cheeks between your hands. “You’re drunk and you need to sleep now. You promised to take me out on a date tomorrow.”

Gojo ignored your words and puckered his lips.

A forced chuckle left you before you closed the distance between the two of you so you could press your lips against his.

He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss. His lips were moving hungrily against yours, savoring the taste of the light beer you had on your lips along with your own sugary taste.

You were both drunk.

“We should just sleep,” you told him, breaking the kiss. “I made reservations and planned out the entire day for us because I knew you wouldn’t.”

“It’s no fun when you act responsible,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “We should be reckless like teenagers.”

“We’re adults, Satoru. You have to grow up,” you whispered softly.

“Being an adult doesn’t mean we have to be responsible all the time.” He groped a handful of your ass and lolled out his tongue to lick your lips.

“Ew!” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand while using your free hand to push him away but he wrapped his arms around you and forced you to lie on the couch with him.

“Let’s sleep here,” he mumbled. “I like it like this.”

You let out a sigh in defeat. If it meant that you two would be sleeping, you didn’t care. “Okay,” you replied.

“Can you pet my hair?” he asked smugly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

You gave in to the drunk dumbass and started carding your fingers through his silky straight hair.

The two of you lied together, listening to the sounds of the outside world. Time passed slower than slow as if it didn’t exist.

You liked being curled up like this. “Satoru,” you murmured softly, still petting his hair.

He hummed lowly and smiled. “Yeah?”

“What do you like about me?”

His tired, half-lidded eyes widened and he forced a chuckle. “You’re way too straightforward. Did anyone tell you that before?”

“I’m just asking because I’m curious and I kind of want to know what made you want to have me beside you.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you combed your fingers through his soft hair. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine. It was childish of me to ask.”

“It’s fine but even if you ask me a question like that… I don’t think I can answer it that simply.” He blinked slowly. “I’m already a proper adult by your own definition, haha, yet I’m still a brat when it comes to talking about serious stuff like this.”

You tugged at his hair, scratching his scalp. “But it’s an easy question.”

Gojo froze for a moment and looked at you. With the way you looked back at him, he could see how badly you were in love with him. 

“It indeed is an easy question but hmm… Where do I even start?” he chuckled to himself. He cupped your cheek in his hand and your eyes fluttered from his touch before you closed them happily. “I like the way you blush when our eyes meet and I like how you cling onto me to feel safe.” 

You opened your eyes but kept your fingers tangled in his hair, gently caressing it and watching him.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“What do you like about me?” He was smiling tiredly, ready to fall asleep at any given moment.

“I like your eyes,” you snuggled closer to him with a giggle. “I like how childish you are and I like your face.”

Something closer to a laugh escaped him, it was the first genuine laugh you had heard coming from him. “Is that all?”

You hummed in response.

“Well, in the end, you like me,” he mocked. “And that means you have terrible taste in men.”

You cutely pouted your lips. “What does that supposed to mean?”

“You like flamboyant and irresponsible guys.”

“Where did you get that idea?” A quiet giggle escaped from you.

“You like me,” he said, smirking widely as he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep in an instant.

Taken aback by his remark, you were quiet for a moment.

He carefully placed a hand on your hip as he moved his hand under the skirt of your sundress, and then he whispered. “Let’s have sex.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” Gojo moved closer to you and opened his eyes to reveal the lustful haze in them. He was already breathless for finally having you so close.

You held your breath and trembled as he grabbed a handful of the soft flesh of your ass. You gasped at the feeling of his big hand.

“(name),” he moaned into your ear as his hand jiggled your ass. “You’re so soft.”

Hearing your name come out from his lips made you feel euphoric.

“Satoru…” you exhaled slowly, it was getting hot. Your eyes lingered on his broad shoulders and sharp features. “You are so handsome, Satoru.”

Gojo stared at you, studying every detail of your face with a goofy grin on his own.

“Stop staring!” You covered your face with your hands and tossed around in embarrassment while your legs got into a tangled mess with his. “Don’t stare.” You stole a quick glance in his direction to see if he was still looking at you and found his smoldering blue eyes intently watching you.

The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly at the way you blushed. “Goodnight, (name).”

“G-goodnight and sweet dreams,” you shyly said it back. “I love you, Satoru.”

He didn’t respond and instead pulled you closer towards himself.

You were the happiest person alive.

~~~

The two of you stood at the top of a hill after a long day of checking around the many restaurants and coffee shops in Shibuya. The night wind kissed your skin as the stars glimmered through the entire sky above you.

You had thought he was taking you home when he teleported. He wasn’t the type to do romantic stuff either but you hoped living together for a week had started changing him.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, holding his hand tightly. “Where are we?”

“Somewhere remote and without any city lights to ruin the image of the sky.” He pulled you in front of you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I wanted to thank you for being with me. I’m not the type of person others tolerate much.”

“Satoru, I love you with all my being, you don’t need to thank me for anything. I should be the one saying all of this, thank you for loving me and giving me a place in your life.” You tried turning around to face him but he tightened his arms around you and kept you in place.

It was quiet for a while as both of you watched the sky.

“It’s nice being under the night sky like this,” Gojo said.  

“It really is.” you agreed. The view was perfect, breathtaking.

“It’s very quiet.” He was right about it being very quiet, you were far far away from any city, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of crickets and the trees shaking from the strong summer breeze.

You sighed softly, “It’s peaceful that way.” Your body shivered.

Gojo noticed that you were only wearing your sundress and unwrapped his arms around you, “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

“What?” As you were turning around to look at him, he vanished.

Giving an exasperated sigh, you wrapped your arms around you to keep yourself warm but before you could internally complain about Gojo leaving you alone in the middle of nowhere, you felt a blanket being draped over your shoulders.

Startled, you whipped your head around to stare at your boyfriend’s grinning face. He pointed at the blanket he had laid out on the grass. “Let’s stay here for a while, alone together.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you walked towards the picnic blanket. “You brought sake?” you laughed, grinning widely.

“And some sweets!” He struck a pose before getting comfortable on the blanket, lying on his back and watching the stars. “I thought it’d be nice to enjoy some time here and I don’t know… Listen to you talk about how much you love me? We should make that a weekly thing. One night you just talk about how much you love my appearance and- ah! (name)!”

You threw yourself on top of him, clashing your lips together. “I love you,” you gasped into the kiss and rubbed yourself onto his crotch. “I love you, Satoru.”

He started laughing, so much so that you started laughing along with him and stopped kissing him. His hands went to your hips, “Who knew you would actually try to attack me, maybe I shouldn’t turn off infinity when I’m with you.”

“But then you wouldn’t get to experience this.” With a seducing smile, you lifted your hips up from his crotch and reached under the skirt of your dress to slide your panties down.

“The night just keeps getting better and better.” Gojo used a single hand to hastily tug down the front of his pants to release his half-hard erection. His large hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he started jerking himself off to the sight of you.

“Every night could be like this if only you could come home early.” You were telling the truth. He was almost never home and when he was, you saw him barely for a couple of minutes before he left for work.

“Is that a promise?” The smile in his voice was mocking. He dragged the tip of his cock along your wet folds as you were trying to find the most comfortable position.

“Why don’t you try and find out?” You reached between your legs to put the tip of his cock against your entrance and Gojo pulled his hand away from his cock to place it back on your hip.

You lowered yourself on the length of his cock, gasping audibly at the feeling of his girth stretching your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh on your hips enough to leave bruises when you abruptly slammed yourself down to take the last bit of his cock inside your pussy.

Now, his entire length was inside of you, throbbing and aching to be taken care of.

“(name),” he rasped, “Don’t move so suddenly- ah!”

Lifting yourself up you slammed yourself down his cock and continued moving your hips that way. The pace you had picked was the most pleasurable for you, his cock was stroking all the good spots each time you shook your hips and it made your legs jolt in ecstasy.

Gojo’s hips started moving along with your own, he raised his hips up from the picnic blanket to slam into you at the same time you slammed down onto his cock.

A pleasure-filled scream tore out of you as you lost your balance and placed your hands on his abdomen, continuing to frantically bounce on him.

You stared down at him, at his gorgeous face being illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes sparkled brighter than any of the stars in the sky. The most genuine look of pleasure was plastered all over his face, he was looking at you in admiration.

Your walls clenched around him, the knowledge of fucking Satoru Gojo was enough to make you cum on the spot. He was all yours, all yours forever.

Groaning at the sensation of your pulsating walls around his cock, Gojo suddenly moved and took you under him. He grabbed you by the back of your knees and pushed them up towards your chest until he could mount you entirely.

He surged his hips forward hurriedly and pulled back with the same speed. His pace was brutal and frenzied. He was thrusting into you like his life depended on it, his hips wouldn’t stop moving.

Oh, how good it felt to be wanted so desperately by Gojo.

The man mentioned was putting his entire weight behind his thrusts, going so deep in your pussy that you sower the stars in the sky multiplied.

“I want to see your crying expression,” he groaned, saying it in the heat of the moment but there was something underlying beneath those words.

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant as he slapped his hand on your neck with enough force to crush your windpipe. Your mouth popped open in pain but you couldn’t make any noise while his large hand wrapped around your neck tightly.

He had this intense look in his eyes, focused only on your eyes, hoping to see them become glossy with tears or better yet see your entire face get stained with tears.

“Cry.”

Panic started to settle in, your hands went to his hand around your neck, you tried digging your fingers under his own to release yourself from his grip.

His hips were still moving, he was continuously thrusting into you with a sinister smile on his face.

You started tearing up from the pain, eyes turning reddish and face turning blue. No matter how much you tried inhaling, you couldn’t breathe with the pressure on your neck.

When tears finally streamed down your cheeks, Gojo immediately let go of you and buried himself deep inside your cunt. His cock throbbed before he spilled his entire load in your womb.

You were coughing, desperately sucking in air in your lungs as he pulled out of you. “W-why-ah! Why did you (cough) do that?!”

“Sorry.” He threw himself next to you on the blanket, chest heaving rapidly.

“That didn’t sound genuine!” you wheezed in anger.

“I apologize. I won’t do it again.” He slapped a hand on his face and dragged it down slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re just sorry-?!”

Gojo turned to face you and looked at you with such innocence that you forgot why you were mad. “It was wrong, I won’t do it again, okay?”

After a long moment of silence and you calming down enough to forgive him, Gojo opened the sake bottle he had brought while you were wiping yourself up with your panties.

He offered you the cup he filled as soon as you sat down next to him and you hesitantly took it from him. The cup he poured for himself was empty within a second, he refilled his cup and chugged the beverage to pour even more in his cup. His face was completely red, it was obvious that he was a light head.

“Satoru, take it slow, you took us here, I can’t take us back home,” you warned but your words fell on deaf ears. Gojo chugged another cup of sake and finally, he dropped onto the blanket with his eyes closed.

“Don’t just fall asleep!” Your eyebrows rose, you were laughing at his childish way of dealing with you.

You put your own sake cup down and grabbed the extra blanket he had brought with him. Lying next to him, you pulled the blanket over the two of you.

The sky above you was straight out of a painting, beautiful and bright. You saw a shooting star.

“Satoru!” you excitedly said, lightly tapping on his chest. “Make a wish!”

Gojo’s eyes snapped open and he stared up at the sky above him. “Did a star fall?”

“Yes! Ahh! I saw it for the first time, I had never seen a star fall like that!” You felt him pull you closer towards himself, a bright smile was plastered on his face.

“I wish that you’ll always be like this.”

“Like what?” You raised a brow.

“Childish.”

“I’m not childish.” You blushed.

“Satoru, ooohhhh Satoru, look a star! Oh my! Make a wish, Satoru, make a wish!” he mocked your previous excitement over the shooting star.

You hit his chest playfully, “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said but the smile tugging at his lips said the opposite. “I like it when you’re like a puppy.”

“You mean obedient?” It was getting more confusing.

“No,” he said, he sounded thoughtful. “Meek and devoted. I am fond of innocence.”

There was an ugly pause, no other sound was loud enough to fill it.

~~~

Innocent.

The loose definition was someone who was pure and guileless, someone who hadn’t been corrupted.

You were innocent. You were a good person.

To Gojo, however, innocence meant only one thing.

A blank canvas.

Someone pathetic and needy, almost like a crybaby who hasn’t been touched by another. A pure little girl ready to be painted with the blank ink that was bleeding through his fingers and mouth.

Are you innocent?

Yes!

He didn’t want someone like you. He needed someone gullible, someone he could corrupt easily and would always need him. A defenseless little girl waiting to be held by the big strong hero.

Are you innocent?

I… am.

Gojo needed a pathetic worshipper, crying and begging for his attention. Someone he could use with ease, someone who was only going to make him feel like he was a God. Someone who would always and always believe whatever he said to be the law and truth of the world.

Are you innocent?

…

Pure as the chaste women in paintings kissing adorable small lambs. Someone so timid yet so touch starved. Someone who would reach their tiny little hands towards him with meekness so he could hold them. 

Are you innocent?

...No.

Gojo desired a helpless little girl tainted with the curse of innocence.

Are you innocent?

I will be.

~~~

It was nearing three in the morning.

“Welcome home, Satoru.” You were wearing the prettiest dress you owned with an apron over it, your face was painted with makeup, lots of pink tones, and lots of blush.

“Oh, you waited for me to come home?” Gojo was grinning, it was the first genuine smile of pure joy you had seen on him.

“I wanted us to eat dinner together,” you shyly admitted as you couldn’t meet his gaze and took his jacket he was handing towards you, “I’m so lonely when you’re not home.”

He blushed, not out of shyness. Out of excitement. Pleasure. Delight.

Gojo fucked you like he had never before against the dinner table that night.

~~~

“I-it feels weird,” you were moaning and holding onto his bicep, not even pushing him away.

“Tell me why it feels weird.” His voice was hoarse yet playful, his fingers were knuckle deep inside your cunt as you were sitting on his lap in the bathtub.

“Because you’re touching me t-there.” Squirming slightly, you uttered in a soft voice. Your hips were moving against his fingers, begging for more at the same time you were denying that it felt good.

“Where?” He smiled against the skin of your neck, pressing slow and short kisses on your pulse point.

“Down there,” you whispered. You were refusing to say any vulgar words.

“Where exactly?” His thumb started rubbing uneven circles over your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust in and out of you sluggishly. There was no hurry, both of you had time.

“Inside me.” You covered your mouth with a hand as your other hand tightly gripped his bicep. “You’re touching me on the inside.”

“Say the name of the thing I’m touching.” He bit your neck, licking the skin slowly until he reached your jawline.

“Nooo, please, I-I can’t.”

“Why?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“It’s so embarrassing,” you cried, voice breaking. “Satoru, it’s embarrassing, don’t make me say it.”

That was enough to make him snap.

Gojo abruptly shoved you forward and inserted his cock in your pussy. You barely managed to hold onto the edge of the bathtub as he began mercilessly thrusting into you. The water inside spilled outside, making a mess you were going to clean with a large grin later on.

~~~

You were the most miserable happy person alive.

~~~

“I need to go for a business trip next week,” he said, petting your hair.

“Where?” No, that isn’t a question a gullible girl would ask.

“How long?” Are you stupid? So assertive.

“Will you be gone for long?“ you asked, looking up to him through your lashes.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “Why did you ask?”

Wouldn’t anyone ask if their boyfriend was going away?

No.

This was a test.

He was testing you.

“I’ll miss you.” This isn't what he wants to hear.

“I don’t like being alone,” you pouted, drawing circles over his bare chest. “I’ll be so lonely when you’re gone.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, “I’d hate to leave my precious girlfriend all alone.”

~~~

Gojo dropped you in Kyoto before he went on his business trip. You needed to get some stuff from the school’s campus and visit your apartment to stay there until he returned.

You went to visit Utahime’s office before leaving to catch the bus to your apartment.

There was a small moment of hesitation as you knocked on her door and burst inside without waiting for an answer.

“I didn’t say come in-” Her grumpy expression dropped in an instant. “(name)!” she smiled, lifting her head up from the pile of paperwork. “You’re back?!”

“No,” you quickly said and walked up to her as she got up from her desk. “I wanted to say hi.”

The two of you hugged, swaying from side to side happily.

She pulled back from the embrace, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” You tilted your head in the direction of her desk, “A lot of work, huh?”

“You have no idea!” Her eyes lit up in anger as she tried explaining her situation. “That damn Tokyo school went on their summer break and left all of their curse listings to us. It’s like a massive joke.”

You froze momentarily. “They’re on a break?”

“Yes! It’s unfair to my students and our faculty-”

“Why though?”

Utahime noticed your face contorting into something vile, she forced a smile on her own to ease the mood. “It’s always been like this, don’t you remember? They go on a summer break a month before us and leave their work to us.”

Your blood ran cold at her words. You remembered. Then why was Gojo going to work dressed in his teacher uniform every day when there wasn’t any work?

“So, they’re just doing fieldwork? The teachers... I mean.” Desperate. You were desperate to make logic out of your own situation.

“I don’t think so. I heard Nanami is working with his partner and tracking down curses around Tokyo but I haven’t heard anything about that guy . He never does fieldwork anyway, he says he’s too strong for that.” Satoru Gojo didn't do fieldwork.

“What’s Gojo doing nowadays? Do you know anything?” you asked.

“Ugh, you should give up on him, (name)!” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You said it didn’t work out between the two of you. That guy doesn’t deserve you.”

“I’m just asking.” Your tone was cold.

Utahime stumbled on her words, you were never this inanimate. “Shoko said he was fooling around with different women every day.”

It was as if someone poured ice-cold water over your head and swung you into a blizzard, your teeth started chattering but you clenched your jaw to stop it.

“(name)?” Utahime put a hand on your shoulder, her voice was filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine.” You had to hold back your tears. “It’s unfair that they go on a break and do nothing while you’re working non-stop like this.”

“Right?” Her own shoulders eased and she smiled. “They all think they’re too good for doing paperwork.”

“What do you expect from stupid city people?” you grinned.

“Ahh, I missed this!” Utahime wrapped her arms around you one more time. “Let’s go out for a coffee, I’m almost done with work so you can sit here and wait.”

“No,” you replied and she hesitantly pulled herself back. “I mean, I need to get some stuff from my old office. You can work at your own pace and I’ll meet you at our usual place. Is that fine with you?”

She nodded happily and embraced you again.

As soon as you left your office, your smile dropped.

You went back to the infirmary while stomping with each step. Biting your bottom lip, you refused to cry until you could lock yourself inside your old office. However, your tears fell anyway even before you reached the door.

How miserable.

How stupid.

How pathetic.

Covering your mouth, you threw yourself inside and locked the door behind you as the entire world melted down around you.

You were never enough. Never.

You weren’t innocent enough. You weren’t the one he wanted but he was keeping you at his home. He had at least treasured you enough to share his bed with you under his roof.

Was that even his house? Maybe he had a dozen other girls like you, waiting for him at their perfect little house.

No. Stop.

He loved you. He had to.

He promised you that he would love you and only you.

You could do better.

You could forge yourself to be the perfect girl for him. You were already trying to be what he wanted you to be. It wouldn’t be that hard to pretend to be more innocent, you could open your legs wider and act like you didn’t want him to touch you but secretly want it. You could cry in his arms and-

Wait. Calm down.

What if this was another test?

He had told you to keep your relationship with him a secret. Maybe Shoko was covering for his absence, she was his friend after all.

Maybe he wanted to see how you would react.

There had to be a logical explanation. Gojo was loyal to you. He had promised.

Did he really promise?

He didn’t even open his mouth to say that he loved you, what made you think he promised to only love you?

…

You weren’t dumb.

You weren’t some innocent girl he desperately wanted but he wasn’t exactly what you wanted either.

But still, you had hope. You were hoping that you could change him or become the girl he wanted.

Your hands started to shake violently, your vision was blurry with tears and throat sore from a scream that you hadn’t even let out.

He had let you become a part of his life for a reason. He had to be confused about his feelings about you. No. You had to show him that you were all he needed. Only then he would understand.

Gasping in relief, you walked over towards the medicine cabinet with a nightmarish smile and opened it while laughing.

You were the only one who could make his pitiful empty house into a loving home.

You just had to prove it to him.

~~~

Gojo returned three days later to take you to his house.

He was the same. Childish, cheerful, and playful.

You were different. Timid, meek, and gullible.

~~~

You tried your best.

You really did.

He remained the same.

Without giving anything in return, he expected you to love him unconditionally. He wanted you to beg for his attention and drink the hard liquor he gave you until you couldn’t see straight so he could easily make you cry.

He loved it when you cried. It was some fetish he had which you had failed to notice before. He got hard when you acted stupid and spoke like a clueless virgin.

“Why are you touching me like that?”

“Something is poking me, is that your phone?”

“It feels weird.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit in, it’s too big for me.”

“Am I doing good?”

Yet, he still went to ‘work’ and came late at night.

And you still waited for him, wearing your prettiest dresses with your best lingerie underneath and with the dinner ready.

Haven’t you learned?

You can’t tame a feral beast unless you use force.

~~~

You stopped trying and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

He was probably busy with work outside of school and didn’t have much time to give you attention.

~~~

He brought you here because he knew you were powerless and could never hurt him. He wanted a pet to wait for him until he returned back home so he wouldn’t be lonely. You only had to act like a puppy and wag your tail when you saw him.

His house was the only place he didn’t turn on his infinity and dropped his guard. It was because he was safe with you. Nobody knew his address. Nobody could hurt him here.

He only drank in the comfort of his own home. He drank the same hard liquor he made you drink to get drunk easily and doze off after or in the middle of fucking you.

Satoru Gojo was a pathetic and lonely man who needed the warmth of a pitiful woman who worshipped him to feel better about his miserable life.

You could see it all clearly now.

It made you understand him.

Now, you knew the actual reason why he wanted someone innocent. He wanted to corrupt them like the jujutsu world had done to him from the moment he was born. He was never innocent, not even at birth. He was envious of those with innocence and wanted to take it for himself. Poetic.

He was still a little kid trapped within a man who had never felt happy in his life.

You were going to make him happy.

~~~

He reeked of vanilla, the kind of vanilla aroma used in those expensive perfume bottles you could never afford as he got under the sheets next to you.

The smell was overwhelming all of your senses from the moment he stepped inside the apartment and took a shower to mask the perfume’s aroma with his own body wash but what he didn’t know was how well expensive perfumes like this stuck.

You played dumb, didn’t say anything, and pretended to be asleep.

However, his hands wandered over your torso, he was fondling and caressing the supple flesh of your breasts under your shirt while breathing hard on your neck.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered, the smile in his voice was playful.

You didn’t answer.

He pressed himself against you, making you feel the growing erection under the fabric of his boxers.

You didn’t move.

“Ahh, you’re really sleeping?” He sounded disappointed, sad. “I miss the times you used to wait for me with a cooked warm meal and wearing a pretty dress~”

A long moment passed before he sighed and pulled his hands back when you continued ignoring him. “You’re no fun anymore,” he mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

~~~

He wasn’t going to change. You changed yourself to fit in his ideals but he would never do the same for you. Not unless you forced him to do it.

He had to try hard like you.

That was how relationships worked, you both build yourselves up and pretend to be different people for the sake of the other person.

Nobody would love him as much as you did, nobody would be able to provide him the things he needed like you did.

Gojo needed you in his life.

He had to understand that.

You were perfect for each other.

The sound of the running fridge was deafening in the dead silence of this house. It was giving you a terrible headache as you stared at the pills you had stolen from the school before crushing them all together until they turned into fine powder.

It felt funny looking at the crushed pills. You had caught many students crushing the pills they got from you after faking to be in severe pain to snort them. They never knew about the side effects of mixing these two pills or how badly it could numb your body if you abused it too much.

However, nobody cared about what the school nurse had to say. Did anyone even care what you had to say?

Guess not.

Returning to the present, you carefully rolled the paper with the crushed pills into a small cone and lifted the top cork, it made a loud ‘pop’ sound.

Thankfully, he had opened a new hard liquor bottle so you didn’t need to go through the interrogation or teasing about why you had opened a bottle when you never liked hard liquor in the first place.

Although you liked the way they made cigar taste good and left a nasty aftertaste in your mouth for some reason you enjoyed, another good thing about most of the fancy hard liquor bottles was that they were opaque with lots of design on them, making it impossible to see the mushy and powdery substance at the bottom.

You could never make him happy.

~~~

He didn’t come home early enough to enjoy a drink.

The next day was the same and the day after that and the day after that.

But you were patient.

You waited.

You waited in your pretty dresses with cute innocent smiles and let him fuck you in your sleep as he wanted until the day arrived.

“Welcome home, Satoru!” You were tilting your head, smiling without any teeth because you knew he hated seeing them. “How was your day today?”

“Loooong and booooring!” he whined as he took off his blindfold and shrugged off of his jacket. “What’s for dinner?”

“Beef, like you asked.” You took his jacket to hang it so it wouldn’t get any wrinkles. The strong smell hit you before you even reached for the coat hanger though. It reeked of a different perfume and cigarettes. You could tell that whoever it was, they liked their tobacco strong, the smell was closer to a cigar.

“Ahh, great! You’re the best! I was looking forward to eating meat today!” He was already walking towards the living room while you were trembling in anguish.

Following him into the living room and to the dining table, you kept on your smile, your cheeks were hurting from smiling. “I hope you’ll like it, I made lots of veggies as a garnish if the beef isn’t too fulfilling.”

“Your cooking always hits the spot, I’ll eat the whole plate and lick it clean.” He was laughing between his words as he took a seat.

“We should cook together this weekend, it’d be fun.” You lifted the tin foil up from the plates and the steam coming from the beef was visible for a moment before disappearing.

“Yes!” Gojo rubbed his hands together and grabbed his cutlery from the table. “This looks delicious!”

You sat across from him and lifted the foil from your own plate to join him to eat. “What did you do today?”

“Work, lots of work,” he said while cutting his thick slice of beef, the knife was moving repeatedly and with force until it started grazing the plate. Using his work he put the large meat piece in his mouth, chewing slowly.

“Were your students causing any trouble?” you asked, cutting your own thin slice with a little too much force.

“I wouldn’t say so, they’re all doing their individual fieldwork right now. One of them is in Africa with another student while Megumi is in Tokyo. I’m usually with him, he needs a lot to learn if he wants to get better. You met him, remember?”

“The one you adopted,” you nodded.

“The one I adopted,” he echoed, mimicking your nodding. “He’s got potential, he will get stronger and I have to be there to help him.”

“You should bring him here,” you replied. “I’d love to cook something for him. He’s a part of the Gojo family like me, right?”

Gojo stopped chewing for a brief second and stared at you blankly.

“Sorry, was that too much?” You meekly put your cutlery down and reached for the glass of water. “I just remembered what you told me about his family so I figured it’d be nice to include him with us.” Please, just go along with it.

“He’s busy,” he said, straight to the point as if to tell you to shut up.

“What about when it’s the summer break?” Your smile was twitching. Please Gojo, give me at least this. Show me that you want me here.  

“The beef is delicious,” he said suddenly, shoving another piece in his mouth. He spoke again with his mouth full. He was simply trying to distract you from the sweat droplets that were forming on his face. “I really like the seasoning and the sauce you used.” You’re a useless piece of shit. Full of lies.

“Thank you. It’s my own recipe.” Your hands were shaking but you stopped them with your willpower alone. I have to do it. I have no other choice.

It was your own fault for thinking the two of you could get over this like two adults.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful, he lied to you about his goofy day and you pretended to be amazed by everything he told you.

“Ahh, I’m so full!” He plopped down on the couch and put a hand on his stomach. “I can barely moveeeeee!”

“I’ll do the dishes,” you said, making a move to go to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you grab something to drink so we can sit here for a while? You can do the dishes later!” he whined, patting on the couch cushion roughly and telling you to join him.

“Are you sure?”

When you peered inside the living room, he had already grabbed the hard liquor bottle from the coffee table in front of him.

“Absolutely! Can you just bring me a glass?”

“Okay.” Your ears were burning at the same time your limbs started to feel heavy. It was happening.

You returned from the kitchen with a canned beer and a glass for your boyfriend. He took the glass from you and poured a generous amount of liquor into it. Your legs shook in anticipation until he brought the glass up to his lips, taking a small sip before putting it aside.

His nose scrunched at the taste, somewhat a lot more bitter than usual but he didn’t think much of it as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I like this,” he hummed happily. “You’re the only thing that makes me excited to come home. Before we met, this place was such an empty and quiet house but now with you in it, it feels like a loving home. It’s baffling to me how a little woman like you can make such a drastic change in my life.”

Opening your can of beer, you took a long sip to calm your nerves and stop listening to his lies but he continued speaking.

“I feel like I’m more mature thanks to you. I am responsible and doing my own paperwork and work every day to come home to you. I may work overtime every once in a while but I’m truly grateful that you’re always here. I don’t think I would be this happy without you, (name).”

He was staring at you, the unsettling blue of his eyes was threatening to drown you and drag you to the bottom of the ocean to show you the dangers you had never seen before.

He wanted to make sure you were listening, make sure that you believed each and every word that came out of his filthy mouth.

You were only looking at his hand on his thigh though. He was repeatedly tapping his forefinger on his leg, fidgeting impatiently and waiting for you to give him a response in admiration. A response where you would smile and kiss him, telling him how much you loved him and didn’t deserve him.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Pause.

He noticed your stare and used his hand to grab the glass of liquor instead.

“I love you,” you said as he took a mouthful from his liquor, finishing it in one go. “You love me too, right?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his arm away from you and reached forward to pour more liquor into his glass.

“Say it.” Your voice came off demanding.

“Huh? What are… What are you talking about?” He was slurring his words and his face was flushed from alcohol, his sense of danger was way too low because he knew his beautiful little passive girlfriend could never harm him. You didn’t have any cursed energy nor would you even think about hurting him. You were desperately and pathetically in love with him after all. A pet. That was all you were. Nothing but a pet.

“Say that you love me, Satoru. Please.” You didn’t know why but your voice broke. Internally shaking your head, you put your beer can aside and turned to face him. “Please just… say it.”

“I love you?” he laughed at the way he said it. Even he didn’t believe in what he was saying. “Why are you whining like a puppy? You’re my girlfriend and you live with me, would I let you live with me if I didn’t love you?” He drank his second glass in one go as well but immediately after drinking it, he put a hand against his head. A sharp pain was drilling into the side of his head, everything started to spin. “Argh, I think… I think I need to lay down.” He stood up and stumbled forward. “L-let’s go to bed.”

His pulse had quickened, he could feel his own heart hammering through his chest as you held him by his arm and led him towards his bedroom.

“You know, Satoru,” you started, a chuckle escaping from you as you loosened your hold around him. “Even a neglected puppy would bite its owner.”

He slapped a hand on his face, the spinning was getting worse and worse. “(n-name)?” His voice was filled with worry, “Don’t leave me, I think I’m going to fall.” He held onto you helplessly, wobbling from side to side.

It would be impossible for anyone else to make sense out of his drunken slurring and mumbling but you understood him the best.

“I’m here,” you said, pushing him towards the bed.

Gojo passed out on the bed with a smile.

You threw yourself next to him and hesitantly lifted your hand to caress his face. “I’ll always be here.”

Your hand touched the warm skin of his face, using your thumb you rubbed gentle circles over his cheek. Eyelashes fluttered in response to your soft touch. He looked angelic when he was sleeping.

Placing your hand on his forehead, you combed your fingers through his hair to push his hair back.

You were both wrecks who happened to crash into each other, you could see that he needed you in his life because he was tired of being alone. Terrified of the silence of the house, wanting to fill it with your cheerful voice.

“Will you always be there for me too?” you asked, knowing that he wasn’t going to give you an answer but still foolishly looking at him with admiration and waiting for him to reply with a ‘yes'.

You dove your other hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled his phone out. There weren't any texts or calls in his notifications. Nobody cared about him. Nobody liked him. Nobody would tolerate him.

He was an arrogant man-child who only happened to be born into the Gojo family, blessed with powers no other person could estimate how strong they were.

Nobody wanted to be around him unless it was business, he had no friends. Nobody needed him. When people needed him it was solely because they needed his help in defeating a curse.

Others needed him because he was Satoru Gojo .

You needed him because he was Satoru Gojo.

All he had to do to keep you was to prove it to you.

You had to do it.

~~~

The bed was creaking and the springs in the mattress were squeaking in a steady rhythm.

Gojo couldn’t open his eyes yet but he could somewhat feel the tingling in his lower body. Something was coiling in his stomach, it was a familiar feeling of an orgasm. He clearly was having a wet dream. Ahh, whichever babe he was fucking had a sopping wet cunt. The squelching sounds were delicious. It was like music to his ears. But then his brows furrowed and he turned his head on his pillow when he heard your gasped moans. Why were you here?

Ahh, right.

You were his girlfriend.

He blinked once and twice, his vision was still blurry. His entire body felt feverish and it took him the last bits of the energy he had within him to open his eyes. He noted to the back of his head to never drink hard liquor again.

A sharp pain made his mouth pop open.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

Your voice reached him, your needy moans, and the feeling of your tiny hands on his stomach. He could feel your warmth wrapping around his cock but there was something else, foreign.

“Satoruuu,” you moaned, angling your hips just right and clenching around him.

He started smiling, humming in delight. Sometimes even a girl like you knew what a guy needed after a long day. His mouth opened but no noise would come out. Ugh, he was numb all over. Alcohol was scary.

You were bouncing on his cock and moving your hips, doing the ultimate combo attack for his poor cock. Haha, at least after two weeks you had learned how to use your hips to please him. He was proud of himself for forging you to become the perfect girl he desired. It was for the best, he was getting old and needed someone waiting for him at home so he would feel less lonely. Everyone around him was growing up, which made him feel empty inside. As immature he was, Gojo could never become the adult everyone expected him to be when he was never raised properly as a child.

Pampered, spoiled, and told to be the best thing in the world as a child had gotten into his head.

He believed he was the strongest and he actually was the strongest. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

“(name),” he mumbled, a tired smile tugging at his lips as he was trying to keep his eyes open to look at your flushed face. “That feels so good.”

You were grinning down at him, moving your hips passionately to a rhythm only you could hear. “It does?”

“Ye-ah!” His groan broke into a moan and he lifted his hand up towards your face for no other reason than to squeeze your cheeks together until your lips puckered and you looked at him with that helpless expression on your face but that didn’t happen.

A continuous clicking sound filled his ears, just like a zipper being undone.

He saw you lift your arm above your head with something in your hand, it was yellow and silver. You swung your arm towards his hand with a giggle. “Does it feel good?”

Gojo was confused as to why you would ask him the same question twice, were you also drunk?

Scoffing, he focused his attention on the strange feeling of warmth inside of his palm. With visible confusion he stared at the hand he had reached out for you and saw red. The dark red liquid was oozing out of a nasty gore. It was blood, he realized, his blood.

There was a moment of disbelief as his now wide-open eyes landed on your delirious expression. You were still bouncing on his cock but blood had splattered across your pretty face, giving you the most manic appearance he had ever seen on a woman. “W-what are you doing?”

“We’re making love!” you exclaimed in crazed delight.

You looked intoxicated and terrifying. Wait no… this was your real face.

Was he having a nightmare?

“Satoruuu,” you whined, bringing a box cutter covered in blood up to your lips and licking the blade clean, cutting your own tongue in the process. You were too lost in pleasure to feel the pain. “I love this look on your face.”

His limbs wouldn’t move and the headache from before… he couldn’t think normally. Dizzy and swimming inside his own thoughts, Gojo was completely helpless.

Infinity. He could- ah.

The sharp and unbearable pain abruptly stabbed him in the shoulder, metaphorically and literally. He was staring at the blade that was halfway into his flesh and the blood gushing out while you slammed yourself down onto his cock, your walls clamping on him.

“Stop!” he croaked, hating this feeling of being inferior to someone like you. “W-why are you-”

“Why?” you echoed in an exaggerated yet mocking exasperation. “Because you don’t love me! I need to hear it, Satoru. I need to hear it from your own little pathetic voice.”

“Have you lost your mind- ah-”

You moved your hips frenziedly and pulled the box cutter out from his flesh. More blood splattered across you, covering your bare chest and stomach while the bleeding wound started coloring his chest completely red with his blood.

His hand pressed over the wound desperately to help ease the sharp pain and hopefully stop the bleeding but he was weaker than weak. He couldn’t press hard enough to stop the flow.

The only person who could help him was smiling down at him as he squirmed in pain, bleeding furiously.

Helpless.

He was at your mercy.

“You won’t die, you know,” you barked out a laugh when you noticed the way he was glaring at you. “You can heal yourself, right? Maybe not now but later. Oh, maybe you can die. If I’m not careful. Maybe. Perhaps! Maybe!”

You had gone insane, that was the only logical explanation.

“(name),” he hissed, talking through his teeth with such anger you had never seen on him before. “Get off me.”

“Why do you always lie to me?” you asked, pointing the blade of the box cutter towards his face. “Am I just a pet to you? Do you even care about me?”

“What are you talking about?” He could move his legs but the feeling of his limbs hadn’t returned. If he could keep you busy long enough he could turn on infinity and throw you off but the headache that was making him dizzy and unable to think smoothly… he didn’t know if he could get rid of it.

“You’re cheating on me.”

Oh.

“(name).” A wave of despair washed all over him and he blurted out, “I would never do that to you, I love you more than anyone.”

This time what he said must have struck a chord because your smile disappeared. You furrowed your brows before talking and dropped the box cutter on the bed. “What?”

“I love you.” The sheets under him felt cold from the wetness of his blood.

You stared blankly at him. Then grinned before lifting your hips up and slamming down onto his rock-hard cock.

His ears started to ring from the pressure against his cock. He had been drugged, that was the only explanation for him still having this erection you were toying with inside your pussy.

“You don’t need to lie to me, there’s no need for you to try to lie to me to stop. We both know that I can’t kill you because I love you but... You can kill me whenever you want.” You stilled with his cock inside you and reached behind you to grab a lighter and a single cigarette. “I know you don’t like me one bit. I’m just a pet, something to wait for you at home and give you all of its attention. Something to stick your dick in whenever you want after you molded it into your own desired shape.”

He was speechless. All he could do was watch as you lit the cigarette.

“I could overlook you cheating on me if you actually tried to love me or care for me. I’m easy to please, unlike you. Flowers, kisses, and affectionate words, they would make me the happiest but you don’t care about anything unless it’s about you.” Taking a deep inhale from your cigarette, you straightened your posture and leaned back. “I asked you to promise to only love me. You didn’t keep your promise and now here we are. I’m rotting in this house and begging for your attention while you’re living your life.”

“You’re my only girlfriend,” he reassured. “(name), what I did was wrong but you can’t blame everything on me-”

“I’m not blaming anyone,” you exhaled softly. The butt of the cigarette was painted red from the blood on your fingers. “I’m just stating the truth.”

You were insane, he hadn’t realized it until now. Even if he broke up with you, he knew you would go after the women he went out with. No, you weren’t a murderer, not a killer. You wouldn’t harm someone else. But you had already slashed his hand and stabbed him...

The ringing in his ears grew louder as he felt your pussy pulsate around him. “I won’t cheat on you again.” He was going to dump you, drop you off of the side of the road somewhere in some distant country, leave you to die, just like an unwanted puppy.

“I know you won’t.” Your eyes glinted with dark amusement seconds before you looked between your bodies with a vicious grin, at his cock. “I’ll make sure of it.”

A cold shiver ran down his spine at the dark promise of your words. “Wait, wait, wait- (name), don’t do something you’ll regret-”

“Can you regrow limbs?”

Were you being serious? No. You had to be kidding.

“(name).” He growled, squirming to no avail. “This isn’t funny.”

You put the cigarette between your lips and took a drag, slowly exhaling as if you had all the time in the world. “Hmm, I don’t think I could cut it off. I like it, you know. I need it too.” Moving your hips, you felt his cock throb inside you, growing larger. How pathetic of him. “Your dick just got harder. You’re shameless, even now when I’m threatening to chop it off you got aroused because I said I loved it?”

“Why are you doing this? Don’t you feel bad after all the things we did together? That night under the stars?”

You didn’t react and continued smoking.

Men were all the same. They were just dogs. Desperate and miserable dogs. Dogs who lived to fuck bitches and fight other dogs to declare their strength. They wanted to feel feral, powerful, in charge, and free as if that was all there was to life.

That was all Gojo was. His existence was pathetic.

He could never be happy if he proceeded to live like this.

Only you could fix him.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow once we’ve both calmed down, I’m not mad at you. I know how much I must’ve hurt you and-”

“You know what makes me so angry?” you grimaced, pointing your finger at your boyfriend. “Everyone kept looking at you from the day you were born but nobody likes you for who you are but for me. Yet you still can’t see that.”

He closed his eyes and took a shuddered breath, “You’re not even making any sense,” he sighed.

“Nobody will tolerate you like I do. Isn’t that why you chose me? Isn’t that why you brought me here? Because you won’t get genuine attention and affection from anyone else?” The silence gave you the answer. You took the last drag of your cigarette and stubbed the lit tip out on his abdomen. It sizzled and deformed the skin it was directly being pressed on as a small cloud of smoke rose from his skin bubbling from the burn. “You’re not treasured by anyone but me, Satoru.”

Gojo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen. His body grew cold, stomach dropping but the pain didn’t reach him. He couldn’t feel anything but your walls squeezing around his girth.

“You’re worshipped because you’re Satoru Gojo A member of the Gojo family. I worship you because you’re my boyfriend Satoru .” You grabbed him by the back of his knees and pushed them up until they were positioned against his chest before you mounted him. “I did everything as you told me, I shaped myself into the perfect girl you wanted and I don’t understand why it wasn’t enough.”

You leaned forward, both hands gracefully wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up and slowly eased down on his cock with an added shake of your hips. He moaned in response to your movement.

The two of you locked eyes, his own were wide from terror while yours were clouded with ominous desire but something else was hidden behind it. Gojo couldn’t forebode what you were planning next but as soon as you squeezed your hands around his neck with all your might, he knew.

You were claiming your own power against him… involuntarily.

There were tears in your eyes but you continued fucking him, proceeded to choke him with little to no success.

Gojo got bigger inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. What a deplorable little girl. Weak and helpless, doing all of this to prove a dumb point. Erotic. Pitiful.

A moan escaped you, he was now filling you up with no gaps. The snarky look on his face spurred you on. You planted your entire weight on his throat with your hands and started moving your hips frantically. The squelching noises of his cock going in and out of your pussy masked the gurgling sound coming from him choking on his own spit.

His eyes snapped open, his hands weakly grabbed your wrists to lift your hands up but he couldn’t grip them properly. His wounded hand was shaking violently while bleeding non-stop, the blood coming from his gash trickled down your wrist and onto his neck.

Gojo’s entire torso was painted with blood, his beautiful snow white hair had turned and clumpy from the dried blood, making him look like an erotic grotesque painting you had seen somewhere. Painted with hatred and love. Each stroke of the brush could be seen carrying the artist's frustrations and their passion. What a sight, it was gorgeous.

You grinned wildly, the sight of blood excited you.

As you were laughing hysterically, your cunt was squeezing around him at the same time you were using your entire weight to crush his windpipe. It didn't matter how sticky and disgusting the blood was making you feel anymore. You were bouncing on his cock like there was no tomorrow.

His mouth opened and you watched as the saliva that was pooling in his mouth started gushing out and trickling down from his chin. He was drooling all over himself while getting choked, hah! What a sick pervert!

You were no different though.

What should have been a gross sight made your walls tighten and more of your slick juice came out, coating his cock inside you with the natural lube. He twitched between your walls, he was enjoying this way more than you did.

“I will make you happy,” you said, bouncing on him and letting out cute moans. “And you will make me happy.”

He couldn’t reply, not when he was choking on his own drool. You pulled your hands back and placed them on the back of his knees again, using them to your leverage to shake your hips harder.

Gojo started coughing, greedily inhaling air and attempting to hold back his moans. All of his senses had heightened, he could feel every single beat of your heart with each time your pussy throbbed against his cock.

He squirmed under you, throwing his head from side to side and trying to regain some of his pride by refusing to look you in the eye while you were continuing to fuck him. It was humiliating. He wasn’t going to let you get away with any of this. Never.

Even if he was never going to have a warm meal waiting for him at home. Even if someone wasn’t going to wait for him to come home. Even if he was going to sleep in his cold bed alone. Even if it meant that this welcoming home was going to turn into an empty house…

Did he really want that?

“We’ll be the perfect couple. We’ll make it work.” When you slammed your hips forward, you saw his toes curl and grinned. “Everything's up to you, Satoru. I will play my part and all you have to do is to play yours.”

Like a dollhouse, playing pretend. You were going to pretend something you were not to meet his expectations and he was going to do the same.

Right?

“Right?” you asked, pushing his knees closer towards his chest and mounting him fully. Your tightening walls caught him by surprise in this position, his poor, abused cock throbbed uselessly and spurted his load inside your cunt. He bit back his pleasure-filled moan, averting his eyes from you. However, you spoke with an audible moan, breathless. “Riiiight, Satooruu?”

He didn’t respond as he was too busy continuing to cum inside you. Once he was done, you lifted your hips to take him out of you, making a show of him to watch his cum ooze out of your pussy. He didn’t even look though.

With a sigh you leaned forward, letting go of his legs and throwing yourself next to him on the blood-covered sheets to repeat your question. “You’ll play your part, right?”

A grim pause.

Everything had been up to his standards up until now and tonight had been his fault. Yet even after all he had done, you were ready to forgive him, wash his sins away and devote yourself to him again.

He knew you loved him blindly and all he had to do was to play his part of a loving boyfriend to keep playing this house game with you.

That was the least he could do for all of your troubles. For all the times you cut a piece of yourself up and threw it away for him. For the way he made you feel unwanted. For you.

But that wasn’t the whole truth, he was only a pathetic man. A lonely man craving affection and unconditional love from someone pretty enough to be fuckable who worshipped him like a God.

He needed this to feel good about himself. He could throw you away if he wanted but he didn’t want to. Not anymore. Not when you had been forged into the perfect little house pet he could ever ask for.

He was going to stay and play his part.

Gojo turned to face you fully and gave you one single nod.

Now, the happiest moments of your life had actually begun and you were the happiest person alive.

You smiled without showing your teeth as he liked, your lips covered with dried blood looked gorgeous under the dim light of the night lamp. He couldn’t help but mirror your smile with his own messed-up face covered in his blood, snot, and drool.

He grabbed your hand that was the closest to him and held it tightly as he told you something you had been dying to hear.

“I love you.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #i love 'romance' stories that start all cute and pure before spiraling into madness #i enjoyed writing this and good luck figuring out who was perceived as me and whatnot idk i'm tired

[archived-kin]

solomon deserves a husband so i'm giving him one (it's you)

note from kin: i don’t know HOW i’ve managed to get this out so soon after my last piece but i do know that it is a miracle (now watch me disappear for like a month lmao)

anyway there’s a severe lack of content for the boys in this fandom and therefore i am here to try to mitigate that!!

(as a heads up, this is sort of an au version of obey me’s story?? there’s no exchange program, and the general human world doesn’t know about the devildom or celestial realm, apart from sorcerers and similar special cases. solomon and simeon both still visit the devildom, though - solomon because he has a sort of job at the r.a.d., and simeon as an ambassador sort of thing for the celestial realm. the r.a.d.’s also less of a school and more of an organisation?? i haven’t really fleshed it out haha)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): male! reader, solomon, mammon (briefly), simeon (briefly)

pairing(s): solomon/reader

warning(s): blasphemy??? solomon disses god really briefly and that’s about it

genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!

As a general rule of thumb, Solomon doesn’t believe in destiny.

He’s lived long enough to know that, no matter what he does, the universe does not care about him, much less have some sort of plan for his future. The course that the world takes isn’t affected by some grand puppet master pulling the strings; one has to force the so-called path of fate in the direction they want it to take if they want something. Solomon knows this better than anyone.

It’s as much a downfall as it is a strength - as much as power as he’s amassed over the countless years, his constant need to challenge the universe’s power has lead him down a path far from humanity. There had been a time when he was like every other human on the Earth, when he was still young, full of hope and determination and promise, believing earnestly in some God high in the sky who would guide him through his life.

He shudders to think what sort of insufferable fool he’d been back then. An almighty God? Don’t make him laugh. The ruler of the Celestial Realm is incompetent at best, and a downright childish brat at worst. He doesn’t know how the angels put up with him - though he supposes his realm-smiting power is part of it. Why the universe chose to place such power on such a being’s shoulders will always be beyond him.

Long as it has been since he had been so naive, Solomon has learnt his lesson, to say the least. He’s seen people come and go, witnessed kings and queens reign and fall, watched on as friends and family live and die. It’s a truth that he’s been forced to learn across the years of his long, long life, a curse that he brought upon himself the moment he gave up the purity of his soul in pursuit of magical arts. 

He supposes he’s always had an insatiable thirst for the unknown - to play all his cards out front, to tempt fate’s hand, to jump into the void and hope to find ground beneath his feet when he lands. It’s that sort of reckless abandon and hunt for knowledge that has led him so far down this path, through so many years, across so many sleepless nights. The world continues to swirl around him, always changing, but Solomon refuses to be swept away. Because, even in the tumultuous movement of the universe, there has always been one constant that keeps him anchored - you.

The night he'd first met you isn’t as clear in his mind as he would have liked. He wants to be able to remember everything - the way the soft blue light of the will-o’-whisps had lit up your eyes in the dark of the night, the way that your hand had felt in his as you greeted him with a handshake, the way that you had said his name for the first time - in sharp detail, but Solomon knows better than to hope to recall something so long ago so perfectly.

He’d still been relatively new to a sorcerer’s life at the time - excited and determined and a little too full of himself. You… well, he doesn’t remember exactly, but he does remember thinking that you must be the most handsome being to exist. The you of today would probably shake your head and dismiss the past you as an obnoxious high hoper, but Solomon has loved you for so many years that he’s never been able to think of you as anything less than perfect.

There are times when he wondered how he managed to stumble upon such luck. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Solomon has has had truly insufferable periods over the years he’s known you, and he’s always considered it a miracle that you still chose to stay. Even through all the restless nights and the exhausting trips, even after all of the clashes and vexation, you have refused to give up on him.

He had asked you once, in the aftermath of an argument spurred by his inability to confide in you and your own frustration with his refusal to communicate. He remembers that night so vividly that it might well have happened just yesterday - the frustrated shouts, the shattering of glass, the warmth of your arms around his shoulders as he finally collapsed on himself. He doesn’t know what your face had looked like as he stuttered the question out in stuttering breaths, head buried in your shoulder in an effort to conceal his tears, but he imagines that it had been soft.

“I’m not going to leave you to yourself,” You had told him matter-of-factly, stroking his hair with such fondness  that it still sometimes brings a tear to his eye when he remembers it on particularly long nights. “And I’m not giving up on you, either - not now, not ever.”

Solomon had been unable to speak, too choked up by his feelings and the sudden, overwhelming love spreading through his entire body to reply. He’d only sunk deeper into your embrace, wishing that the moment could last forever.

I wonder if he still remembers that…?

“...lomon! Anyone home?!”

He jolts up from the table he’s sitting at so abruptly that he nearly knocks his head right into Mammon’s chin. The Avater of Greed, however, reacts quickly, and hops back before Solomon can break his jawbone.

“Jeez, you’re off on a different planet today,” He comments, setting his hands on his hips as Solomon shoots him the sort of look that tells him that he’s not particularly enthused about his presence at the moment. “What’s up with ya?”

Solomon isn’t quite sure how to answer. Sorry, I got distracted thinking about how perfect and lovely my husband is and how I’m the luckiest man in the entire world - nay, the universe - to have him. He nearly physically shudders at the thought of how much teasing he’d receive if he answered like that.

Instead, he chooses a much safer and still technically true option. “Just thinking about going home today.”

Mammon nods in understanding, pulling up a seat next to him and throwing himself down into it without much grace. “I feel ya. S’ been a long day.”

“You’ve barely done anything today,” Solomon quips flatly, not particularly impressed by the demon’s attempt at… empathy? Relatability? Either way, it isn’t working. “I doubt it’s been that hard.”

“Now, now, Solomon, let’s not be rude,” interjects a soft voice from behind them. Simeon is still dressed in his fancy envoy cloak - the one so long and heavy that it trails along behind him like a bridal train, decorated with a number of elaborate golden charms that jingle as he moves.

Solomon attempts to shoot him a slightly annoyed look, but it’s kind of hard to stay irritated by one of the literal embodiments of holiness and light, even if he wakes you up at very unholy hours of the morning to help him figure out how to answer an email. Solomon isn’t ungrateful for the new age of technology descending on humanity, but he’d like it a lot better if it hadn’t somehow reached the angels as well. The amount of times he’s had to tell Simeon that he needs to actually turn his D.D.D. on before he starts calling someone is… embarrassing, to say the least.

“You’re back in the Devildom, I see,” He observes as the angel pulls up a seat and sits beside him. “Did Michael send you down again?”

Simeon nods with a smile. “There were some arrangements that needed to be made with Lord Diavolo. Naturally, I volunteered.”

“Naturally,” Solomon echoes, raising a brow at his friend. “I don’t suppose your biases had anything to do with your decision?”

“Well, they may have had some effect,” Simeon answers with a shameless smile and shrug, beginning to undo the tassels of his heavy cloak and draping it on the back of chair he’s sitting on. He’s still wearing all of his regular clothes underneath it - including the other, much smaller cloak. Solomon wonders how he hasn’t somehow melted in the heat.

“When’re you gonna start heading home, anyway?” Mammon asks, beginning to pick at a loose thread on his jacket sleeve. “It’s gettin’ late.”

Solomon blinks and looks up at the clock. “...ah, you’re right. In that case, I'll get going now.”

Mammon shoots him an odd look as he pushes himself up from the table and reaches for his bag, managing to hoist it onto his shoulder with some effort. He’s never been particularly good at heavy lifting - you’re usually the one helping him carry everything around the house.

“Oi, oi, what’s the rush?” the demon asks as Solomon adjusts the weight of his bag and starts heading for the door. “You on a timer or something?”

“I promised [Name] I’d be home earlier tonight,” is Solomon’s slightly absent-minded reply as he fiddles about in his pocket to find his transportation charm, nearly losing his balance and dropping his bag in the process. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

Mammon watches him in clear confusion for a moment as he pats down his pockets, mumbling a quiet curse under his breath as he realises that he’s left his charm at home again. How many times this month does that make it now...? He supposes that he could always perform a teleportation spell, but knowing his luck with those, he’ll probably end up somewhere in Morocco again.

“Oi, Simeon,” Mammon hisses to the angel, who cocks his head slightly to the side and leans over so as to hear him more clearly. “Who’s this ‘[Name]’ Solomon’s talkin’ about?”

“You don’t know?” Simeon blinks at him in blatant perplexion - as if he can’t even fathom the idea that Mammon might not know who Solomon’s talking about. “He’s talking about his husband.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Then—

“Solomon has a HUSBAND!?” Mammon practically shrieks, completely flabbergasted. “I thought he was totally, like, the forever alone type!”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never noticed?” is Simeon’s bewildered response. “Who do you think Solomon is always talking about buying groceries for?”

“I thought he was just buyin’ them for himself!” Mammon fires back, looking far more ruffled and shocked than he probably should be. He whips around to look at Solomon, who’s flicking through the little packet of blank charms he keeps on him at all times in an effort to find the right one to create a temporary transportation charm. He’s had to do it so many times this month that he’s already beginning to run out. “You’re married?!”

“Of course,” Solomon answers vaguely, briefly raising his left hand, allowing Mammon to spot the soft glint of a ring around his fourth finger. “You’re not?”

“Wh— ‘course I’m not!” Mammon exclaims, positively scandalised by the very concept. “Why would I get married, huh?! It’s a waste of time and a waste of money!”

“Think whatever you like,” Solomon dismisses him easily, which only seems to irritate Mammon further.

Finally having found the right blank charm, he plucks it out and begins carefully tracing patterns onto it with a single glowing finger. He’s dimly aware of Mammon furiously whispering to Simeon in the background, with the angel responding in kind, most likely sharing some exaggerated story from back when the three of you had worked together - when Solomon had accepted a job from the Celestial Realm. The details of the whole thing are a little fuzzy to him now, long as it has been, but he’s almost completely sure that Simeon somehow still remembers the whole thing flawlessly.

“How old even is he?!” He hears Mammon hiss.

“I’m not so sure myself,” Simeon replies, placing his chin in a thoughtful hand. “Let’s see… their two millennial anniversary’s coming up in about two years, and I remember Solomon saying that they got married when he was around two hundred or so… which means he’s about twenty-one hundred years old.”

“Holy shit,” Mammon mutters in disbelief, turning glance at the sorcerer as he starts folding down the corners of his charm into the right shape. “Humans aren’t supposed to live that long. How’s his husband still alive, then?”

“That isn’t really a question for me to answer,” Simeon shakes his head slightly. “I suppose you can always ask him yourself if Solomon ever brings him to work with him.”

“I doubt it,” Solomon speaks up for the first time since announcing his departure. “He’s usually busy during the day. Besides, transportation charms make him queasy, and I’m not making him walk all the way down here.”

“Aren’t you a wizard?” Mammon asks, scratching his head. “Just do one of ya fancy teleportation spells. Why d’you need a charm?”

Solomon sighs. He hates to admit it, but he can’t be bothered to make up some other reason to cover up for himself. “I’m afraid that teleportation spells aren’t actually particularly accurate. We could end up somewhere in the Pacific if I’m not careful.”

Mammon looks thunderstruck. “Then what about all those times you’ve teleported us?! Don’t tell me we coulda ended up in, like, the Archaic Pit or something?!”

“Well, it was always a possibility,” Solomon shrugs in reply, finishing the charm with a deft flick of his hand. “You’re a demon, I sure you could have handled yourself.”

“But…!” Mammon crosses his arms and turns away like a grumpy child. “Hmph…”

“Do say hello to [Name] for me, will you?” Simeon requests as Solomon turns to open the door, ignoring the sulking demon sitting beside him. “We haven’t been able to talk for a while.”

“You text him every day, don’t you?” Solomon asks, shooting him an unimpressed look. “I’d say that’s conversation enough.”

“Now, now, there’s no need to be stingy,” Simeon countered with a smile, tilting his head slightly to the side and leaning forward. “Besides, one misses the presence of an actual person after a while of nothing but electronic communication... especially texting is so difficult. Tell him he’s always welcome to come around for some tea - Luke would be happy to see him.”

Solomon shakes his head, but makes a sound of affirmation nevertheless. You had mentioned that you’ve missed seeing Simeon since he’d started the whole negotiator businesss, and he isn’t the sort of person to deny you the company of a friend. “I’ll let him know. Anyway, I should really be going now…”

“Have a safe journey!” Simeon calls after him as he swings the door open and sweeps out. Solomon waves a hand over his shoulder in response, then disappears down the corridor, most likely to a quiet spot in the courtyard to use his charm. He’s been banned from using them indoors ever since he accidentally shattered one of the fancy artifacts in the assembly hall and sent hundreds of shards flying everywhere. Apparently Barbatos is still finding tiny pieces of glass in the crevices of the floor.

“Why didn’t Solomon ever say anythin’?” Mammon asks Simeon after a moment of quietude. “Seems like the sorta thing you’d mention.”

“Solomon’s a private man,” Simeon says with a shrug. “Besides, he and [Name] have made plenty of enemies over the years, and you’d be shocked by how quickly names and locations can spread…”

“Does he mind us knowin’ about it, then?”

“Well, personally, I’ve known for a while,” Simeon answers, “And I’m sure the others will have worked it out by now - Solomon’s always finding ways to mention [Name] in passing. But no, I’m sure he doesn’t mind. He’d say something if he did.”

Mammon nods and goes silent for a little while. Then he asks, “What’s this [Name] like, then? Must be some guy if Solomon liked him enough to put a ring on him and keep him for that long.”

“Well, let’s see…” Simeon drums his fingers thoughtfully against the tabletop. “He has quite the penchant for raising deadly plants, he hasn’t gone more than a full month without exploding something or another for about five centuries, he takes clocks apart in his spare time, he likes his coffee with a touch of vanilla, he collects cursed books, he makes a lovely butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and he works as a curse breaker for hire.”

It takes a moment for Mammon to process all of the information that’s just been dumped on him. “...sounds like the kinda guy Satan would get along with.”

“I thought so as well,” Simeon agrees. “Their house even reminds me of Satan’s room, in a way… [Name] is quite the avid reader.”

“What, you’ve been?”

“Only once,” Simeon’s eyes flutter closed for a moment as he reminisces. “Quite a long time ago now. I wouldn’t know where to find it even if I wanted to go again, though - it’s always moving.”

“Do they move house a lot, then?”

Simeon shakes his head. “Oh, no, no. They’ve lived in the same house for centuries - it’s the house that moves itself.”

Mammon pauses. “...what?”

“The building,” Simeon clarifies. “They’ve got an enchantment on the whole thing that makes it change locations every couple of weeks or so.”

“But… why?”

Simeon shrugs. “[Name] doesn’t like staying in one place for too long.”

“Still, isn’t that a bit much…?” Mammon pulls a face. “They could always just travel, ya know…”

“As Solomon said, transportation talismans make [Name] feel queasy,” Simeon explains. “And he prefers not to use teleportation spells when it comes to him, just in case they end up somewhere dangerous.”

“And he doesn’t care about the rest of us ending up somewhere dangerous?” Mammon huffs and collapses forwards onto the table.

“Well, you can’t really compare the two,” Simeon says patiently as the demon continues to mutter indignantly under his breath. “He’s his husband, and we’re essentially just his friends from work.”

Mammon opens his mouth to make a rebuttal, then thinks about it for a moment and changes his mind. After a moment, he comments, a little less resentfully, “Well, you’d think he’d at least introduce us.”

“He’s been planning to for a while, actually,” Simeon tells him. “Give him some time and he’ll probably bring it up on his own.”

Mammon nods. “He’d better!”

“I’m home.”

You look up from the book you’re reading and hop down from your seat on the roof just in time to see Solomon emerge from the back garden, looking noticeably dishevelled, with leaves decorating his head like some sort of fancy accessory.

“Welcome back!” You greet him happily, setting the book aside and moving forward to start picking the leaves from his hair. Solomon smiles softly at you as you take his bag in one hand and start pulling him to the front door with the other. “You forgot your talisman again, by the way.”

“I noticed,” He laughs, gently removing your hand from his upper arm and wrapping his fingers around it instead. “Why else do you think I ended up in the hedges again?”

“It’s a wonder that you’ve had to make these temporary talismans so many times and you still haven’t gotten one right yet,” You tease in reply, nudging him in the shoulder. “How many points is that on the tally now, then?”

“Ten for the basement, seven for the roof, and eleven for the hedges now,” He answers with a small pout as you laugh. “Honestly, you’d think I would have learnt my lesson...”

“You never do, love.” 

The door creaks as you and your husband enter the house, only to immediately be greeted by a bundle of scales hitting you head-on. You manage to keep your footing and steady yourself on the doorway; Solomon isn’t so lucky, and ends up laying spread-eagled on the floor with about two hundred kilograms of excited adolescent dragon purring on his chest.

“Looks like Triton missed you,” You comment with a bright smile, setting Solomon’s bag down beside the umbrella rack and leaning over to give the dragon a scratch behind his left horn, just the way he likes it. He rumbles happily and jingles the little bell around his neck at you. “Isn’t he getting big?”

“I saw him this morning, [Name],” Solomon wheezes from his position on the floor, somehow managing to reach up and tickle Triton’s chin with one hand despite the dragon’s weight. “He can’t have grown that much in ten hours.”

“You never know!” You tell him, reaching up and wrapping your arms around Triton’s neck. He coos in a delighted fashion and raises his head, setting it heavily on your shoulder. Solomon uses the brief lightening of the weight on him to take in a deep breath as you allow your dragon to nuzzle furiously into your neck. “Dragons are unpredictable, you know.”

“Believe me, I do,” He sighs tiredly as Triton blows out a pleased puff of hot air and knocks the clock off the wall again. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, Triton, I’d quite like to get back up again.”

The dragon blinks and raises his head from your shoulder, glancing down at the sorcerer that he’s crushing under his weight. Then he huffs and turns away again.

“Oh, you—!” Solomon curses as the dragon seems to press even harder into him. Your laughter rings out across the hall, and while he’d normally take a moment to admire the sound, he’s a little preoccupied. “[Name], stop laughing and help me!”

“He’s like a rebellious teenager!” You splutter helplessly in reply, voice still trembling slightly out of mirth. Triton makes a happy noise as you reach up and rub his scaly cheeks, his ears fluttering slightly. “Awww, you’re really growing up, aren’t you, baby? Your poor dads are really going to have their work cut out for them, huh?”

“Hey,” Solomon calls reproachfully from beneath Triton’s enormous chest. “Your husband’s still being crushed down here.”

“Oh, right!” You click your tongue and give Triton a meaningful look. He grumbles but obeys nevertheless, hopping off of Solomon (though not without knocking all the air out of him by using his chest as a launchpad) and scampering off, most likely to go play with the salamanders that have set up shop in the storage room again.

“I’ll never understand how you manage him so well,” Solomon sighs as you bend down to pull him to his feet, rubbing at the sore spot on his chest. “He never listens to me.”

“Aw, he loves you, really,” You reassure him, taking his hand and pressing a comforting kiss to his knuckles. “He just likes roughhousing with you.”

Solomon shakes his head, wanting to complain further about the big lizard that the two of you had adopted six months ago after the last one grew up and flew the nest, but then he sees the smile on your face, and he feels the flicker of irritation in his chest die down almost immediately. It’s at times like this that he’s really reminded of how absolutely worth it all of the nonsense he has to put up with at work is - because, at the end of the day, you are here, with your warm eyes and your lovely smile, with your comforting hands and your warm embrace, and there is no road too long to walk if you are waiting for him at the end of it.

“I know,” He sighs, tugging off his shoes and stepping into his favourite pair of slippers - the ones with the little cat faces printed on them that you’ve charmed to always maintain a perfect temperature for his feet. He glances at your own feet and notes that you’re wearing your matching pair as well.

The two of you have long since set up a routine for this sort of occasion, and you both fall into it with unconscious ease. Solomon changes into something more comfortable while you put the kettle on in the kitchen, and the two of you inevitably spend so long snuggled up together on the largest armchair in the living room, unwilling to leave the warmth of each other’s presence, that the water cools down, and you end up having to put it back on again. Then you sit together at the table, you with a coffee with a dash of vanilla and him with his favourite chrysanthemum tea that you always brew just the way he likes it. Sometimes you’ll sit side by side, shoulders pressed up against each other as you show him the specifics of your latest curse-breaking commission, and sometimes you’ll sit across from each other, holding hands across the tabletop as he tells you about his day.

Today it is the former, but Solomon can’t help but zone a little out of the detailed deep-dive you’re giving him about the intricacies of the spell that’s cursed this teapot to shoot its contents at anyone who attempts to fill it. It isn’t that your explanation is boring - quite the contrary, in fact; Solomon could probably listen to you describing the most mundane or trivial of things on loop for the rest of his life and be perfectly content with it. No, it’s more to do with the fact that this is the first time he’s been home before dark in a long while, and he can’t help but revel in the fact that he can spend time with you like this again. Of course, there’s something wonderful in coming home to be able to collapse into bed beside you and bury his face in the crook of your neck, drifting to sleep as you burrow closer to him even in your sleep, but Solomon can’t run off of that forever - he needs to see you with your eyes open as well, after all. 

“You’re not listening to a word I say, are you?” You ask as you note the far-off look on your husband’s face. You’re not offended in the slightest by the way he starts at the directed question, evidently guilty, but you are a little puzzled. “Is there something wrong?”

Solomon’s mouth falls open slightly, then shuts again. There’s something about the way you’re looking at him so earnestly that makes his heart stutter like nothing else. Honestly, you’d think he’d be used to this after nearly two thousand years, but it seems that he’s still as weak for you as he was on the very first day of your marriage. “...I suppose I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“You always have a lot on your mind,” You counter softly, giving his hand a brief squeeze. “Come on, you can tell me.”

He laughs quietly, bringing your linked hands up to his face and gently holding yours to the side of his face; you, in turn, unfurl your fingers from around his and rub his cheek affectionately. After a moment, a fond smile pulling at his lips, Solomon replies, “I’ve… missed you a lot this week.”

You pause in mild surprise, but it quickly turns to endearment as Solomon presses his body even closer to yours. The hand that you’re using to hold your mug of coffee moves to settle on his shoulder as you pull him closer. “Really now? What a coincidence. I’ve missed you lots as well, love.”

He chuckles a little bashfully, his cheeks flushing. It seems that your ability to fluster him hasn’t declined even a bit over the years. He’s still well and truly besotted.

You can’t help but find it rather amusing that, despite already having spent a good hour and a half or so in the living room, bundled so close together in the blankets that you could feel his breath on your skin, the two of you are still nestling so close together now. You suppose it’s the effects of a week with much less contact than usual.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his jaw before pulling back again, reaching for your coffee and taking a sip. Solomon exhales softly, pulling his own drink towards him and draining the last of the tea in a single mouthful.

“You know,” He says, setting his empty cup down on the table. “One of my coworkers was asking about you earlier.”

“‘Coworkers’,” You snort at his choice of language, earning a reproachful poke in the side as punishment. “Come on, just admit that they’re your friends.”

“Fine,” He sighs. “One of my friends, then - Mammon, the one that Lucifer’s stringing up all the time.”

“The one with white hair?” You recall, thinking back to the group photo that Simeon had sent you a while back. “He’s the Avatar of Greed, right?”

“That’s the one,” Solomon nods. “Apparently he never noticed that I was married.”

“Well, you can’t really blame him,” You say, giving him a playful nudge. “Honestly, the way you keep your mouth shut, you’d think I was some shameful secret or something.”

Solomon looks scandalised by the very idea - it had only been a little joke, but his eyes flash with such affront that it’s almost as if someone has genuinely called you such a thing. “Of course not! I’d never—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I was joking,” You cut him off before he can get more riled up. Solomon calms down quickly once you set a comforting hand on his knee, though he still looks a little indignant. “I know why you don’t like talking about us much, but really, it’s okay. They’re your friends, aren't they?”

He hesitates, then nods, releasing another deep sigh soon afterwards. “I suppose. There isn’t much I can really do about it at this point anyway… according to Simeon, most of them have somehow figured it out already.”

“They’re probably a lot smarter than you give them credit for, Sol,” You hum, reaching up and brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes for him. “They’re demons, after all. They’ve lived even longer than us.”

“Believe me, they really aren’t.” Solomon shakes his head, a frown pinching at his brow at the very memory of the amount of things that his coworkers have done recently - some of the most notable being Diavolo setting an entire flock of geese free in the courtyard for an ‘experiment’, Levi quite literally throwing himself out of a window just to win a bet against Mammon about who could get down the stairs faster, Asmo causing a stampede in the main hall by dropping and shattering a bottle full of a powerful aphrodisiac potion that became even more powerful once released into the air, and Lucifer accidentally breaking one of Solomon’s favourite cauldrons when he’d transformed into his demon form and inadvertently smacked halfway across the room it with one of his upper wings.

“I’d really love to meet them some day,” You sigh, swirling the contents of your mug around. “They sound like fun.”

“Trust me, the trouble isn’t worth it—” Solomon attempts to reason with you, but he gives up laughably quickly as you pout at him in protest. “Oh, fine. But don’t blame me if you get sick because of the charm again.”

“We don’t have to use the charm,” You shake your head. “Just do a teleportation spell!”

“You know that that’s risky,” Solomon sighs, chucking you under the chin and leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose. You laugh as he draws back again, a pleased smile rising on his face at your reaction. “We could end up anywhere.”

“You’ve teleported them a bunch of times, though, haven’t you? And you haven’t ended up in Texas or the Sahara Desert any of those times!”

The resemblance to his earlier conversation with Mammon and Simeon is almost uncanny. “That’s different. I was still teleporting them within the Devildom, not across an entire realm barrier… and besides, I can afford the risk with them. You’re a different story.”

You pout again, shoulders dropping in defeat, though it doesn’t escape Solomon’s notice that his sentiment seems to have appeased you at least a little. “...guess we’ll just have to use a transportation talisman, huh…?”

“That’s your only option if you really want to visit, yes.”

You go quiet for a moment or two, nose wrinkling and face scrunching as you think it over. Solomon doesn’t mind the lack of conversation - he entertains himself by studying your features, wondering for perhaps the millionth time how he managed to find someone like you.

Finally, a determined look rising on your face, you nod and proclaim, “Then I’ll do it!”

Solomon cocks his head slightly to the side. He can’t say he’s surprised by your eagerness, but he had expected it to take you longer to make up your mind. He opens his mouth to say something, but tou answer his question before he’s even asked it, a skill that you’d managed to pick up within the first year or so of knowing him.

“I really wanna see what you actually get up to when you work,” You explain, looking a little sheepish. “You’ve had a job there for nearly two years and I’ve never even said a word to the people you work with.”

Solomon laughs. “It isn’t usually a requirement in the workplace. Wear appropriate uniform, bring any equipment you need, introduce your husband to your coworkers within the decade…”

“Still, I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least meet them,” You say. “Besides, I want to see Simeon as well. You said he’s working down in the Devildom for a bit as well, didn’t you?”

“Why are you so eager to see him, huh?” Solomon’s tone is light and teasing, so you know not to take him seriously as he puts on an hurt expression. “I’m offended. Your dear husband’s right here and you’re thinking about some angel.”

“Oh, stop it, you,” You shake your head in slightly exasperated amusement as he runs a finger down his cheek in lieu of a tear. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it?” He pulls an exaggeratedly petulant face and pretends to turn away like an upset child. “Sometimes I feel like you love him more than me.”

“Simeon’s a lovely guy, but you’re still the only guy for me, you doof,” You tell him, tapping fondly at the cheek he’s turned to you with your free hand. Solomon obligingly turns back around to look at you, a grin pulling at his mouth. “Why would I marry you and then stay here for two thousand years if you weren't?”

“I guess I always assumed it was out of pity or something,” He jokes in response, leaning forward and briefly brushing his nose against yours. “And, just so you know, you’re the only guy for me as well.”

“I’d better be,” is your lighthearted reply as he pulls away. After a moment, looking at him expectantly, you begin tentatively, “So…?”

He sighs, but gives you a smile nevertheless. “I’ll ask Diavolo. He probably wouldn’t mind if I brought you without asking first, but Lucifer definitely would.”

“What’ll we do if they hate me?” You ask. “Do demons actually eat humans?”

“They wouldn’t dare,” He replies firmly. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Besides, they won’t hate you. I doubt anyone could.”

You laugh and drop your head to rest on his chest. “You’re too nice to me, love.”

Solomon turns to wrap both his arms around your shoulders, setting his chin on the crown of your head. You smile into his jumper, looping your own arms around his waist and pushing yourself closer to him.

“I’m not just being nice. Honestly, [Name], you’re kind of the most perfect man in the universe.”

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #swd solomon #swd mammon #swd simeon #solomon x reader #reader insert #male reader #fluff #domestic sorcerer husbands #planning on turning this into a series if i can haha

[rax-writes]

Family Man

Fandom:  MCU Pairing:  Baron Helmut Zemo x OC  [basically a reader insert, because the OC’s physical description isn’t addressed or anything, she just has a name] Warnings:  None Notes:  A Sokovian woman named Irina Molnár was born with the ability to teleport, and in time, she encounters the only man to gain her trust enough to show him. It just so happens that the man in question is the criminal mastermind Helmut Zemo. // So, as I said, it’s an OC but still basically a reader insert; don’t let the OC part deter you if you prefer x reader fics. It just worked better for me on the writing end to use a name, and I have an aversion to using “Y/N,” so I just threw in a pretty name. // TL;DR: Zemo as a dad just kills me & I wanted him to get a second chance at a family.

“I will assist you to the utmost of my ability, on one condition.”

“You’re in no position to be making demands, Zemo.”

“This is both for my own benefit, and yours, I assure you.”

If someone had asked Irina ten years ago where she thought she’d be at this point in life, her answer would have been incredibly far from accurate, for nothing could have predicted the path her life took.

Not that her life had been normal to begin with, being that she was born with the ability to teleport. Sokovia was not exactly a progressive country in the late 1980’s, so her parents had endlessly instructed her to conceal her ability, warning her of the countless dangers of her power being known to others. Her parents were so protective of her that when she teleported as a reflex at age thirteen, after walking along the sidewalk of main street in Novi Grad and a driver fell asleep at the wheel and headed straight for her, they packed up and moved to Russia in the middle of the night. Yet again, the same thing happened at age eighteen, when she was caught up in a hostage situation in a bank and the perpetrator caught her calling the police. Just as he aimed his gun at her and pulled the trigger, she disappeared. Irina and her parents fled to Germany in the dead of night less than twenty-four hours later, and she knew then that she needed to suppress her powers no matter what, being that her father was elderly, and her mother was too ill for them to ever travel again.

So, Irina settled into a normal life in Munich. She worked various odd jobs over the years to support her parents, made and lost a few friends, dated here and there. Her father passed when she was twenty-two, and two years later, her mother joined him. When living in the house where both her parents passed in their sleep became too unbearable, she packed up and moved to Berlin, getting a job at a high-security prison there. Less than a year after she began working there, a newcomer arrived: an inmate by the name of Helmut Zemo.

Being that he knew so much about HYDRA, from his extensive research on them, the American organization SHIELD wished to know more about them. A few psychiatrists and some professional interrogators tried for the first couple months, but they got nothing – quite literally, as he refused to utter a single word to any of them. Irina’s boss knew that she was Sokovian just like Zemo, so she was asked to extract any and all valuable information she could from the new prisoner.

Zemo was an intimidating man; calm, cool, and collected at all times, with eyes like a hawk that bore into Irina’s very soul each time he looked at her. She spent two months talking with him every other day, trying anything and everything she could to get him to talk, but he remained silent. At first, she tried asking him questions outright, but he wouldn’t ever say a word – just stare at her with those cold, calculating eyes. So, Irina changed her approach; they would chat idly in Sokovian to build rapport via their shared mother tongue, or she would ramble about her day, what book she was currently reading, her favorite movies, dates she went on. Those topics got him talking, chatting with her about the miscellaneous subjects she brought up, and both she and her supervisors took it as a good sign. She found that they shared similarities in terms of the loss of their families, and how the destruction of Sokovia hurt them both. Despite how frequently they spoke, he still never revealed anything of importance. After two months, her boss had a few interrogation experts give her some training, so she tried their tactics for another month, but she still got nowhere with him.

Three months after Irina began trying to get intel from Zemo, she sat down in the chair outside his cell, and huffed out a sigh.

“I’m afraid this will be my last visit, Zemo.”

“Why?” His voice held surprise, and a tinge of sadness.

“As you know, they assigned me to visit you for the sake of getting information from you. I’ve been consistently empty-handed over the past four months, so they’re giving up, assigning me back to regular patrol duty.”

“Will I still see you?”

“No. They’re moving me to the women’s side of the prison next week.”

Zemo simply stared at the ground in silence, hands clasped in his lap. Irina allowed the silence to linger for several minutes, then pulled something from her bag, unlocked the small opening on the side of his cell where guards gave him meals, slid the item through, and locked it shut again. He eyed it for a moment before standing and retrieving it, sitting back down on the bed as he looked at it.

“It’s that book I told you about last month, the one you said sounded interesting. Consider it a parting gift.”

He still said nothing, gaze locked on the book cover. Irina cleared her throat and stood, putting her bag on her shoulder as she looked to Zemo one last time.

“It has been nice getting to know you, Zemo. Take care of yourself.”

As Irina pulled open the door to leave, Zemo’s voice called out, “Wait!” She turned to face him and found that he was standing, clenching and unclenching his jaw as if he were thinking, before stating, “Tell your superiors that I will give them one piece of information on HYDRA every two months if you will have lunch with me twice each week.”

Irina’s brows raised in surprise, but she nodded in understanding. “I’ll pass the message along, Zemo.”

“Please… call me Helmut.”

The higher-ups were more than happy to agree to his terms, as long as Irina was okay with them as well, since it involved her. But she wasn't stupid. She told them that it felt like quite an undertaking to agree to such a thing, she had been considering looking for another job in the near future, etcetera. Naturally, they offered to double her pay to persuade her to commit to the arrangement, and it was then that she agreed. In truth, it was no skin off Irina’s nose to do it in the first place. As deranged as it was, Zemo had become her friend, her only friend, and she quite enjoyed talking with him. And even more deranged – bordering psychotic, really – she had developed a bit of a crush on him, finding him to be dangerously handsome and intelligent, so she certainly had no quarrels with agreeing to spend time with him.

Time seemed to fly when Irina began her twice weekly visits to Zemo. She found herself eagerly awaiting their lunches, and she always stayed longer than necessary. She would have rather eaten glass than admit it, but she frequently put a bit more effort into her hair and makeup on the days she would be seeing him.

God, I’m fucking pathetic, Irina thought to herself at least once a week, and yet it never stopped her.

It was another few months later when he said something that made her stomach drop to the pits of hell, and a cold sweat to break out on her skin.

“I know who you are, you know. I have since you first introduced yourself. Irina Molnár, the disappearing girl – at least, that’s what the headlines called you. I remember reading about it when I was a teenager, but the story was forgotten within a week.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Irina replied, but Zemo could hear the quiver in her voice.

“My apologies, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I have no intention of mentioning it to anyone besides you. I have simply been wondering… were the rumors true? Can you really just disappear into thin air?”

When Irina hesitated, he added, “Irina, no one would believe me if I told them, and even if they did, they would have no way to prove it. Besides, we have been acquainted for nearly a year now. You are my only solace in this living hell. I would have gone mad had you not came into my life. I would never do anything to risk you harm.”

She exhaled slowly, and looked at the ground when she said, “It’s not ‘disappearing.’ It’s teleporting.”

Zemo leaned forward in his seat, visibly invested in her confession.

“I’ve been able to do it since I was four. Scared my parents half to death when I suddenly appeared before their eyes, having been across the house mere seconds before. I learned to control it pretty quickly, but that day in Sokovia… I was only ten years old, and a car was coming right at me, full speed, so I panicked. I teleported home right before it crushed me, and it would have been a non-issue if my classmate hadn’t been a few feet away and saw the whole thing. He ran his mouth to the press about my identity, so we had to leave.”

“That was why you moved to Russia, not because your father got a job there,” Zemo realized, remembering when you initially told him about your move and falsified the reasoning.

“Yes. It happened again there, when someone shot at me. No one who was around at the time knew my name, so it never made it to the press, but my parents were overly cautious, so we fled to Germany. I’ve not done it since, besides in the comfort of my own home.”

“Show me.”

“You say stupid things for such a brilliant man, Helmut,” Irina said, nodding toward the camera in the corner of the room.

“After you get home tonight, teleport into my cell.”

“Did you miss what I said about the camera, or…?”

“The camera does not have a view of my bed. It only reaches the middle of my cell, not the very back of it where the bed is,” Zemo pointed out, and Irina realized that he was right. She had been in the camera room several times; the camera there did indeed only show the room and half of his cell, never the bed.

“I’ll think about it.”

Zemo smiled brightly, looking excited, like a little kid about to see a magic trick. That alone was enough to motivate Irina to do it, just for the opportunity to see that smile again. So, when she got home that night, she changed into a flowy, deep green sundress, touched up her makeup and hair, strapped on a nice pair of sandals, and then stood in her living room, hyping herself up to take such a risk.

There was a chance that she would get caught. Teleporting in front of anyone was always a risk, no matter what, her parents had always told her. But then that damned, dashing smile crossed Irina's mind, and before she had time to second-guess herself, she was standing at the foot of Zemo’s bed.

The book he’d been reading flew out of his hands as he practically jumped out of his skin, falling to the ground with a loud whack, and he pressed a palm to his chest as he tried to calm his erratic breathing.

“We really should have scheduled a specific time for your arrival,” he muttered, and Irina laughed softly. Thankfully, the cameras had no sound, but if a guard were passing by outside, they may have heard her. When he caught his breath a moment later, Zemo sat up in the bed, letting his legs hang off the edge as he patted the spot beside him. Irina took a seat, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands.

“So, you were telling the truth. You can actually teleport,” Zemo observed, eyeing her with amusement and interest before he bombarded her with questions. “Can you teleport anywhere in the world? Are there parameters for your distance or location? How long does it take you to travel from one place to another? What does it feel like?”

“I can teleport anywhere I’ve been to or seen photographs of. I cannot do it blindly. The distance nor location does not matter, as long as I have seen my destination before. And it feels like… a slight tingling sensation, all over my body, but it only lasts until I arrive, which takes about a half second.”

“Fascinating,” Zemo whispered. He licked his lips before asking, “Are you capable of teleporting another individual along with you?”

Irina frowned at him. “I’m not breaking you out of prison, Helmut.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

“No, but you were alluding to it,” she countered, and he shrugged. “I can teleport another individual, but only over small distances. Each time I’ve tried, the most distance I’ve gotten with another person has been about ten yards.”

“Perhaps with practice, you could go further.”

“I practiced for years, and ten yards seems to be the true limit. Besides, the only others who have ever known about my ability were my parents, and since they’re gone, I have no test subjects.”

Zemo nodded solemnly, then asked, “What about teleporting repeatedly, in ten yard increments?”

“Tried that. Can only do it about three times before I’m too drained to do it again. Teleporting back-to-back with another person takes a lot of energy,” Irina answered, then added, “And again, even if I could, I am not breaking you out.”

“I am merely interested in your mutation, that is all,” Zemo retorted. Irina shot him a look that said ‘Really?’ so he relented with, “Perhaps also because I wanted to know if you could break me out, but that’s neither here nor there.”

"That's what I thought."

It was another month before either party made a move. They were sitting on Zemo’s bed, side by side, as Irina told him about her day at work, and the man who'd tried hitting on her in the grocery store earlier that evening.

"He thought he was very Rico Suave, but his execution was a nightmare."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, he followed me around for nearly ten minutes while he worked up the courage to say something. He waited until I walked past him and greeted me with 'Hey, sexy lady.'"

"Oh no," Zemo said, grinning as he looked genuinely amused at this man's poor tactics, although his amusement was contingent upon whether or not Irina was actually interested in him. The way she poked fun at the man indicated a lack of interest, therefore, he was enjoying her tale.

"Oh yes. He then asked if it hurt when I fell from heaven, which is the most overused line in the book, yet he said it with such confidence. And then – get this – he leaned onto what he thought was a shelf, but it was actually a stacked display of cans, which toppled over and sent a hundred soup cans flying down the aisle."

Zemo chuckled, prompting Irina to continue.

"He played it off by saying that my beauty is just so distracting that he didn't even realize what he was doing, and then asked for my phone number."

"Did you give it to him?"

"Absolutely not," Irina said, laughing softly and shaking her head. Zemo was momentarily entranced by the way her beautiful hair fell around her face, and the sound of her laugh.

"Why not?"

"Not my type."

"What is your ‘type’?"

Irina leaned back on the wall behind her, looking up at the ceiling as she thought carefully. "Confidence, but not cockiness. Intelligence. Wit. Sarcastic senses of humor. Men with a sense of passion to them; some kind of fire and gusto about something, whether it be their work, art, music." She looked over at Zemo then, and allowed her gaze to travel slowly up and down his form. "Currently, my type seems to be men I can't have."

Zemo eyed her carefully, allowing himself to absorb her words fully for several moments. She was describing him – he just knew it. Or, he was too blinded by hopefulness and desire to realize that she wasn’t, but he figured there was only one way to find out. So, he leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and pressed his lips to hers.

Irina hesitated for half a second, surprised by his actions, but she recovered quickly and kissed him back. It was gentle, sweet, and explorative, both parties simply enjoying it while it lasts. Neither had any idea how long it lasted, as time stood still. Zemo was the first to pull away, eyes scanning Irina’s face as he looked at her with sheer adoration, as well as a touch of nervousness.

"I understand if you wish for me to never do that again, and I understand if you'd prefer to never see me again. But please know that I did not do that out of blind lust, or anything other fleeting emotion. I did it because my heart has yearned for you every day since first meeting you, and finally having you here next to me, where I can touch you… it was genuinely unbearable to hold myself back from kissing you. I have not felt anything like this since losing my wife, and I did not think my heart was capable of ever feeling it again. But you proved me wrong. I know I am risking an end to the only true human contact I have while trapped inside this cell, which truly frightens me, but the unyielding desire to tell you that I love you overpowers that fear."

Irina stared at him in shock for a few moments, before leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. She exhaled slowly as she collected her thoughts before speaking. "Helmut… I love you, too, but I don't know how this would even work. You're never getting out of here. How can we have any kind of relationship when you're locked in a cell for the rest of your days?"

"We will make it work, my darling," Zemo said, sitting up straighter and turning to face her. "I will ensure that we mimic a true relationship as much as possible. I cannot wine and dine you as I would like to do, but I can easily bribe the guards to have lavish meals brought here for us to share on evenings such as these. I cannot take you out for birthdays or anniversaries, but I will ensure that you are showered with gifts on those days. My angel, I cannot give you a normal life, but I can promise to endlessly strive to make you happy."

Irina stared deeply into his eyes for what felt like an eternity, and she saw nothing but genuity, longing, and adoration there. She could feel the sincerity in his words, feel how desperately he wished for her to agree to his proposal. She was no fool; she knew that their relationship would be a struggle, and she knew that it would never be any resemblance of normal. But she also knew that he made her heart soar in a way no other man ever had, and that she would die feeling like she missed out on something incredible if she walked away from Zemo now.

“Okay,” Irina whispered, mostly to herself, before repeating it in a stronger, more self-assured voice. “Okay.”

For a man who always knew what to say, Zemo was at a loss for words, overcome with joy. He simply cupped her cheek and kissed her, far more passionately than before, allowing his triumphant and ecstatic feeling to flow through the kiss. Irina gripped the front of his sweatshirt in her fists, melting into him, before wrapping her arms around his neck as his free hand moved to rest on the curve of her waist.

Ages had passed by the time they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other as they fought to catch their breaths. Irina was the first to break the comfortable silence they created, laughing quietly in disbelief at the events that had just transpired. Zemo followed suit, a deep, velvety chuckle bubbling up from his chest. He pressed another kiss to her lips before leaning back and looking at her. They gazed at each other in sheer contented bliss for a few moments more, before Irina became the first to speak.

“I love you, Helmut.”

“And I love you, darling.”

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The sound of the front door opening caused Irina to immediately look up from the book she'd been reading. She frowned, then stood and headed for the door as quickly as possible, calling out, "Nikolai! You know better than to open that door, young man!" When she reached the entryway, she stopped dead in her tracks.

There stood Helmut, wearing the softest, sweetest smile she'd ever seen as he opened his arms to her. She hesitated a moment, unsure whether or not it was real, before he murmured, "Hello, my love." His voice – that alluring raspy undertone, and the gentleness it took on as he spoke to her – broke Irina from her trance, and she ran to him and into his arms, careful of her rounded belly.

Zemo stroked her hair and held her, and her arms around his neck gripped him like a vice, to the point that it hurt a little, but he'd never tell her that. A small sob fell from Irina's lips before she even realized she'd started crying, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear in Sokovian to soothe her, about how much he loved her and how happy he was to see her. When her crying quieted down a bit, he pulled away to kiss her, a kiss full of love and longing. When he broke the kiss a few moments later, she stroked his cheek lovingly, and he wiped the stray tears from her eyes.

"How are you here? What happened?" Irina asked, and only then did she notice the two men standing awkwardly by the doorway, their faces a mixture of suspicion and surprise. "Who are they?"

"They are the men who helped me escape. James was previously known as the Winter Soldier, and Sam is currently known as the Falcon, an Avenger."

Irina raised an eyebrow at him. "But… you… the Avengers… the Winter Soldier…."

"I know, I know. I am just as surprised as you are, but they need me for something, something very important."

"The Flag Smashers? I saw them on the news. They have Super Soldiers somehow."

"Yes, darling, exactly right. We'll find them, defeat them, and I'll be back before you know it."

Irina understood the implication of his words. He'd be back, but whether that would be in her home or in his cell was yet to be determined. But she knew him. She knew that he would not take his newfound freedom as a one-time opportunity. A storm of thoughts about what that would mean for them flashed through her mind, but Zemo’s hands on her stomach snapped her out of it.

"How is our daughter?" he asked, gently rubbing Irina’s baby bump, a bright smile blooming when the child inside kicked at his hands, as she always did. She had only been in existence for seven months, and she wasn't even born yet, but she already favored him over her mother.

"She's good, she's been moving around a lot today, as if she knew her Daddy was coming," Irina replied, earning a grin from Zemo. "The doctors told me this morning that her heartbeat is strong and she appears to be the picture of health."

"Good, good. And what about –"

"DADDY!" a tiny voice bellowed from down the hall, and they turned to see a small boy running full speed toward Zemo. Irina stepped back to allow him a clear passageway, smiling as Helmut crouched down to meet him, enveloping the boy in an embrace as he collided with his father's chest.

"Nikolai, I've missed you," Zemo stated, rubbing the boy's back as he stood, still holding his son. Irina caught the way her husband's voice wavered when he said that, and she laid a comforting hand on his back.

"I've missed you too, Daddy. Are you living with me and Mommy now?" Nikolai asked, leaning back in his father's arms to gaze at him with excitement plain on his face. Zemo gave him a smile, but Irina could see the sadness in it, knowing the future was uncertain.

"Not quite, buddy. Just here for a visit," Zemo replied, and Irina rubbed his back comfortingly before pressing a kiss to their son's temple.

Their family time was interrupted by Sam clearing his throat loudly, and when Zemo turned to face him, his smile faded.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Zemo, you've got some explaining to do, and not much time to do it. Don't forget we're on borrowed time here."

"Right," Zemo confirmed, then exhaled slowly. "James, Sam, this is my wife Irina and our son Nikolai…. He is five, and Irina is seven months along."

Confusion washed over both men's faces, and they exchanged a glance before the other, James, was the first to speak.

"But… you've been in prison for eight years. Have you been escaping every few years and no one's noticed?"

"I have not left my cell in eight years, consecutively. But my wife is capable of getting into my cell as often as we wish."

"So, what? You've just been having conjugal visits all the damn time? And the prison staff green-lit that?" Sam asked.

"No, not exactly," Zemo answered, then glanced at Irina. They shared a look before she explained further.

"I can teleport. I met Helmut when I was tasked with extrapolating information about HYDRA from him, and he refused to share anything unless the prison staff agreed to let him meet with me twice a week, just to chat, in which case he'd give them tidbits of information bi-monthly. They agreed, and before long, I revealed my ability to him. I'd visit him in his cell occasionally, because the cameras only show half of it. Over time, well… we fell in love. Nikolai came a few years later, and now…" Irina trailed off, then rubbed a hand over her pregnant belly.

"Why didn't you ever bust him out?" James asked.

"I can only teleport small distances with another person, and I can only do it twice at the most, so we'd have never made it off the grounds."

James and Sam were silent for a moment, absorbing the information they'd been given. Sam was the first to break the silence.

"Zemo, you said this little pitstop would benefit me and Bucky. But it's not like she can go with us," he said, sounding a bit irritated as he gestured towards Irina’s stomach. "So what the hell was the point?"

"It does benefit you. You now possess the knowledge that a teleporter exists. Congratulations," Zemo said dryly, then looked at his wife and son for a moment, before returning his attention to the men. "Sam, the point was that I lost my family when Sokovia was destroyed, and the family I have now has only ever seen me inside a prison cell. I wanted my son to have at least one memory of his father in his home with him."

James – no, Bucky, apparently – and Sam exchanged a look, before Bucky sighed and looked to Zemo.

"You have one hour. Sam and I will be guarding the exits, so don't try to escape. If you do…." He trailed off after glancing at Nikolai. "Let's just say it won't be pretty."

True to their word, Sam and Bucky remained stationed outside the home, one out front and one out back. Zemo milked that hour as much as possible, spending most of it in his son’s room with him and Irina, listening intently to Nikolai tell him all about what’s been going on at school, his favorite shows, the trip he took to the zoo the day before with Irina, etc.. He even told Zemo about each and every one of his toys, simply enjoying talking to his dad, and although Zemo was the one to send almost every one to him, therefore he already knew about them, he didn’t mention that. He simply listened intently as his son spoke, enjoying the quality time with him, exchanging smiles and occasional kisses with Irina. She showed him the nursery she’d been working on for their daughter, and he finished putting together the crib she’d started, Nikolai happily handing him parts and screws as needed. Zemo also moved the dresser and changing table to where she’d wanted them but couldn’t move them herself, then they settled into the living room shortly before the hour was up.

Sam and Bucky reentered the house to find the family sitting around the coffee table, playing a game of Jenga. They stood silently in the doorway to the living room, watching as Nikolai carefully drew a block from the tower before placing it back on the top with a triumphant look on his little face. Zemo commended his concentration, then drew a block himself, although he intentionally wiggled it a little so that the tower came toppling down.

“I won! Daddy, I won!”

“Yes, you did, my son. Excellent job,” Zemo said warmly, then glanced at Sam and Bucky before scooping the boy up into a tight hug. “Daddy has to go now, but I will see you again soon.”

“Do you have to go?”

“I’m afraid so. But I need you to promise me something before I leave. Take care of your mom for me, will you?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good boy,” Zemo said with a smile, then kissed Nikolai’s forehead and set him down. Zemo stood and helped Irina stand up, hugging her tightly as he buried his face into her neck. Quietly, so that no one but her could hear, he said, “I will not be going back to prison unless there is no other way, but know that yours and our children’s safety is my utmost concern.”

“I know, Helmut,” Irina whispered back, and he pressed a long, lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, my angel,” Zemo murmured against her lips, then stooped down to hug his son again. “And I love you, Nikolai.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” the boy responded, and the way his voice quivered as he choked back tears broke his parents’ hearts into a million pieces. Reluctantly, Zemo let him go and he wrapped his arms around his mother’s leg, resting his head against her as he sniffled and she rubbed his back.

“Be safe, sweetheart,” Irina commanded.

Zemo nodded to her before walking over to join Sam and Bucky. With one last heartbroken look at his family, he left, closing the door behind him as he let out a shaky breath. He didn’t meet the other men’s eyes as he walked over to the car, and after they all piled in, they drove in silence to the airport, off to their next stop in Madripoor.

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There’s so many Saiki x reader fics that I wanna write but I don’t have the time for it and UGH I’ll just toss them all here in hopes that I’ll actually write it one day.

Reminder to self: Italics - Means alternatively and not part of regular script

1. Spooning - Hurt/comfort (My mommy and daddy issues are showing LMAO)

Saiki spoons you whenever you get into a fight with your parents. He doesn't have demanding parents like you do but he tries his best to help you out. So he settles for holding you close to himself even though he hates physical contact, and he settles for drawing little shapes on your back while you cry into his chest. He hates skin-to-skin contact with just about everyone, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to push you away. He lets you rest on his chest until your quiet sobs are nothing more than soft snores, and he helps you wipe a piece of hair away. When he's sure you've fallen asleep, he lets himself close his eyes. You wake up the next morning, still in his arms, close to his chest.

2. My Sunshine - Hurt/No comfort, Major character death

Every time 'you are my sunshine' comes on Kusuo's playlist he feels his heart break little by little. because years ago you used to sing it to him before he reset the earth back by one year. The first words of the year to him were always 'you are my sunshine', you always smiled at him as if the year didn't reset again, and you always sang the song on the way to school. His only regret was not realizing that you were throwing up petals sooner, and not confessing to you before you let yourself wither away. Now all Kusuo has left for himself is a short voice message you sent him years ago to soothe him to sleep.

3. Sweet Melody - Player au (OOC from canon)

Saiki’s one of the most notorious players in the school, he even dumped Teruhashi after dating her for a month or so. After losing a bet to one of your friends, you become hell bent on playing the player. You successfully lure him in, and eventually you two start dating. The only issue is that you can’t seem to play him the more you get to know about him. Turns out it was the same case as before, he only pretended to open up to you and kept everything important to himself. He plans to breaks up with you in front of the school like always only to find out that you had dug deeper than he intended and had more than enough dirt on him. He tethers between actually dating you and only pretending to date you before he decides upon breaking up with you for the better.

4. Good in Goodbye - Exes Au (Reader's side)

Saiki broke up with you as planned in Sweet Melody so you write a song reminding him of all the dirt you have on him. Your goal isn’t to break his heart anymore, it’s to remind him of all the people he’s hurt. You fell for him hard, much harder than planned, so you decide to toss everything into a song that blew you up. You two meet up at a modelling gig years later after you find out that Saiki’s your photographer. He’s changed, but so have you.

5. All Time Low - Exes Au (Kusuo's side)

Saiki's side of the break up. Seeing your ex in your class every day is hard, but being unable to move on hurts more. Especially since third year has just ended and college is laying ahead. Stuck brooding over his feelings for you, Saiki decides to become a photographer in hopes to have you as his model and muse one day. The universe proves to be on his side this time, especially since you were his next model. He wants to reconcile what you once had, but you seem to have other plans.

6. Better than Revenge - Player Au (Again)

Saiki breaks up with you after Teruhashi finally steals him from you. What do you do? Cry over it with ice cream, then do what every good student turned bad does. You play. She breaks your happiness so you teach Teruhashi a very important lesson. No one out-dos you, especially someone like her. She may have a fanbase, but you have something better, you have an army and that army is always ready to throw hands for you regardless of who it is.

7. Talkative - Hurt/comfort

Saiki k angst where he calls you annoying so you completely stop talking and you lock yourself in for a week. Saiki is forced to teleport to your place after you don't show up to school. He finds you sitting in your closet, looking sicker than ever. He bites down on his words and helps nurse you back to health as an apology.

8. Heather - Hurt. ANGST!

You're Saiki's best friend and you watch Saiki fall in love with Teruhashi over the episodes. Third year finally begins, and you watch as Teruhashi's confession runs in success, cheering for the newly formed couple as if you were alright. You start drifting away, and Saiki doesn't seem to care that much. Until you hear that he broke up with Teruhashi and find him in front of your door, eyes brimming with tears with apologies spewing out of his mouth.

9. Fine. - Angst (semi-prologue of My Sunshine {2})

You and Saiki get into a particularly bad argument over him spending time with Teruhashi over the weeks and he accuses you of being clingy and selfish. So you leave the house because he’s being preposterous and you need time to calm down. You and Saiki have never fought like that before. Your vision gets blurry from the tears and you pass out onto the pavement from exhaustion. You wake up in the hospital room and find your boyfriend with dark circles under his eye. He had never been so terrified of losing something. The only issue is that you're not actually awake, and that you've just passed.

10. No u - Psychic! Reader au (Written)

Funny enough the new transfer student isn’t strange. If anything they’re hot as hell and Saiki swears he’s never like this. Things make sense once he realizes the other student is psychic and used mind control to have everyone love them. You find Saiki’s struggle out of your web funny and decide to entertain him. How? By seeing how far you can get with the teasing.

11. (Insert vine) aWw hEll nAww - Soulmate AU

It’s been around 3-4 decades since Saiki was born and so far he hasn’t aged a day past 18 since he never found his soulmate. Y/n finally waltzes into his life one faithful Monday morning and Saiki teleports away instantly because he’s enjoyed not aging and he was not doing this now. Y/n on thé other hand starts to age slowly (so does Saiki but shh) and eventually they decide to track the man down because wHO THstE HELL JUST WALKS OUT FROM THEIR SOULMATE LIKE THAT HUH?? Chaos ensues.

12. Darkened Wishes - Thousand Crane Au

Kusuo left you years ago, so you fold a crane a day for 3 years so that you could wish that he would return to you. What they didn't tell you though, was that for each wish you make a thing of the same value is taken away from the earth. After you make the wish you find out that Kusuo's wife suffered from a miscarriage and passed away. You feel terrible so you hide yourself, but you made the wish, so the cranes won't leave you alone until you fulfill what they granted you. After all, you aren't allowed to back away from a wish you made, they already opened up the path for you anyway.

13. It's Tough to be a god - Corrupt CEO AU

Y/n is the heir to the L/n business empire, one step away from rising to the top. After manipulating her parents out of the line to the top of the business empire and paying her way up positions, they set out to finally secure the position of CEO. Though evil in their ways, they're incredibly good at treating their workers like humans. They lack nothing, except for that final company that they need to buy over.

Saiki Kusuo is the CEO of the Saiki Enterprises. After his brother started a rival company to out-business the Saiki Enterprises, Kusuo's been cautious in whose business contracts he accepts. He receives a contract from the L/n business empire to purchase a branch of the company, and he refuses for security reasons. This ticks off Y/n, who then does everything in their power to destroy Kusuo's company, including seduction and destruction.

(Or alternatively) Kusuo wants nothing to do with that business he's inheriting and sells it off to Y/n, only he accidentally signs off himself too. And now he's in a mess of 'I'm techincally property' and paying the fine of breaking the contract. Lucky for him, it's just one year of 'dating'. Kusuo has never had such a migraine before, but he supposes if he can't destroy you the business way, he should break you down, starting from the heart. He finds that you're an excellent manipulator though, and soon he's the one stuck in your web.

14. Contacts - Scientist! Reader (Written)

Meet Y/n L/n, world's youngest awarded engineer. You hate Kuusuke, but I mean his brother was Lowkey kinda cute-

You're an engineer, an excellent one that is. You created all sorts of devices to help out psychics since you're one yourself. One of them which Kuusuke stole from you when you were 4-5. Some days you wanted to punch him in the face for that. But ignoring all of that, you finally manage to make it into PK Academy and you're absolutely determined to become friends with Kusuo. He tolerates you, maybe even thinks of you as a best friend, but the only issue is that he refuses to wear those contacts that block out his petrifaction powers. The house erupts into chaos as you try to get Kusuo to wear the lenses.

15. Object - Yandere Au

Saiki has a lot of potential to become a yandere. He’d be able to do it so smoothly too! He’d make sure that your love meter is high, ask you out, sweep you off your feet, all while he kills anyone who would even dare to look your way! He’ll even control the world if he has to! After all, his darling can’t have anything other than perfection right? And of course, you’re the entire thing that the new perfectionist modelled after! No one is ever going to become perfect like you and Saiki will make sure of it. But of course, his pretty little thing isn’t allowed to know about all of this. After all, you’re the only thing that can’t be tainted with sin in his eyes.

16. Names - Fae Au OH GOD I JUST SAW SOMEONE POST ABT SAIKI K AUS AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT MERMAIDS AND MYTHICAL CREATURES EXISTED-

There's one rule when you meet a Fae. You're not allowed to give them your name. Y/n bumps into the fae that's been the talk of the town lately. Ever since said Fae stole away Teruhashi, the townspeople have been terrified of him. Funny enough, Y/n becomes friends with said fae. Saiki wants them to join him in his place but Y/n declines. Funny enough, there's another boy trying to court you. Saiki decides upon one thing, he's going to get your name before that wretched boy gets to your heart.

17. Your Highness (or Pensées D’amour) - Royal au (Written)

Saiki Kusuo is the reputable heir to the Psi Empire. Ever since the eldest of the two ran away to beat him in conquering nations, he had been left the throne. His grandparents had anointed him as the heir to the throne after his parents had mysteriously disappeared. The only issue lies in finding another noble or royal to marry. Princess Teruhashi from the Gardenia Kingdom has a huge crush on him, but Saiki isn’t interested in her. She feels too fake to trust, not to mention her atrocious thoughts. Another issue is that Saiki doesn’t want to marry someone for status, he wants to marry for love, ironic enough.

Y/n is the infamous royal of the Sirius Kingdom. Hotheaded, fiery, competitive and passionate, they’re well loved by all of their people, and hated by all the nobles. Their parents never forced them into any marriage and they spend their day getting to know the commonfolk and taking suggestions from them to their parents (which are always rejected). 

The nobles are planning something against the royal family, and in a desperate turn of events they find themselves promising themselves to Saiki Kusuo of the Psi empire in exchange for help. Kusuo helps them out, and in the end both get their end of the bargain. Kusuo gets himself a person who genuinely loved him, and Y/n gets themselves a willing listener for the commonfolk.

#I love you mwah #saiki x reader #prompts for my messy brain #saiki k x reader #oh if you like deadass want me to write one leave me a comment or anon ask and I'll do it #I am 1 ask away from actually writing these #IM ALSO CLOGGING UP THE TAG IM SORRY BABES #kusuo x reader

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Laid out cold, now we're both alone (part 3)

A/N: Hello, this fic is very important to me because I tried my best to give justice to such a cool idea and I hope I did a good job. Plus I don't do multichapter ofter, so this was a challenge.

I wanna thank the lovely @livdonna​ for proofreading my work, you're literally the best <3.

P.S. If you want to get tagged in the next chapters, let me know.

Summary: Nikki needs to ask a favor to Vince Neil, in order to keep someone safe.

Warnings: Major Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug Use, Angst, Overdose.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Taglist: @slashscowboyboots @witchytombstonesmile @arnold-layne @emometalhead​ @i-dont-like-rice​ @nikki-sexx​ @smokeandmirrorz​

Bittersweet. That was the best way to describe Nikki’s emotional state as he got teleported in front of Vince’s house. They weren’t the biggest fans of each other.  He was always so annoyed by his singer, whom he considered more of a diva prince than a front man.

Sometimes Vince Neil was a stupid spoiled fucker, in his opinion, yet he needed him. What made his blood boil the most was that he had to put his pride to the side, because this wasn’t about him but about Tommy, and there was no way in hell he would have disappointed him again, even if that meant having to deal with the blonde’s bullshit.

He decided to get in the blonde’s house but without showing himself at first.  He wasn’t being avoidant ( absolutely not) but just he wanted more time to think, that’s all. The first thing he noticed was how different Vince’s mansion looked from Mick’s : outside there was a big pool, in which the clear water was shining thanks to the sunny day, meanwhile the inside was mostly white and gave the whole house a very elegant and snobby atmosphere; however it was very messy too, which was a huge disappointment.

It reminded him of the singer: face of an angel but inside he had his demons. Who didn’t to be honest? Unfortunately Nikki wasn’t so lucky to get an angel face to hide his dirty soul, he felt like everyone could tell how fucked up he was.

Lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice Vince passing right through him, talking on the phone in an exasperated tone.

“I know Doc, you repeated that hundreds of times! Yeah , I’ll call Mick and Tommy and we will do this fucking conference!”

There was a small pause.  Doc was probably answering back, and Vince looked like he was about to smash the phone on the ground.

“What’s holding us? We fucking lost our bassist, our friend and brother. Jesus, I fucking get it that you want our money but show some fucking mercy, bastard! Fuck you!” He violently put the phone down, only to fall ungracefully on the couch.

The whole conversation made the bassist laugh out of anger.  He knew Doc was all about money, especially because they made his life a living hell, but Vince appearing concerned about his death was honestly so fake.

What? Were you saying that Vince Neil was mourning him? The guy who kept fucking up the band over and over again was sad for him?

“Fucking Nikki, real dick move you pulled there!”

Nikki didn’t wait one second before sitting on the couch and making himself visible to the blonde.

“Oh Vinnie, that’s so rude to say.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vince screamed,  trying to back away but just managing to fall off the couch.

The other man couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Nikki, is that you? What kind of joke is this?!”

“Yeah. Look it might sound nuts but I’m a ghost. I’m dead and couldn’t pass through because I have unfinished business to solve.”

If looks could kill, well Nikki would have died again judging by how Vince was staring at him. He saw his face turning into an angry snarl before he started to yell.

“What the fuck, Sixx?! You die, leave us all alone and then you even have the courage to stay a fucking ghost! You fucking selfish prick!”

The bassist felt his blood boiling, well not literally but he got the same feeling as if he still had blood pumping in his body. How did Vince dare to say such things? He was the selfish prick, he was the one never caring and always causing trouble.  He was destroying the band!

“I’m a selfish prick?! I didn’t decide to fucking die! I put my heart and soul in the band and you kept destroying it. Now you want to accuse me? Fuck you!”

“You didn’t want to die? Oh well, what did you think would happen if you kept injecting that shit in your veins. We are fucking screwed now, without a bassist and ready to split up!”

Oh that was funny! Vince wanted to shame him, as Nikki was the only one drinking and fucking up with drugs. Oh sure Mick, Tommy and him could do anything but Nikki dares to shoot up, oh he’s a junkie! However he knew it was different, it wasn’t a simple way to party for him... He needed it to be alive. He had tons of pages written in his diaries that could be used as a proof.

“Oh because you’re such a saint, aren’t you Vinnie? I’m the bad one, I’m the one out of control. Well guess what?  The only person I hurt was myself, meanwhile we can’t say the same thing for you!”

It was a low blow, a terrible one and Nikki knew that. Rage blinded him, but that didn’t mean he had to dredge up the past, especially on something as horrible as Razzle’s death.

Good job Sikki, great way to get your friend to do what you want.

Vince’s face turned red, his fists clenched and got up to Nikki’s nose. He looked like he was about to punch him, but he had to realize it wasn’t going to happen since the bassist was not tangible, so he kicked a small table.

“You’re the only one who you hurt? What about the band, the fans, all those people you lied to and made suffer. Most importantly, what about Tommy, Nikki? How is he? Because it doesn’t look like he wasn’t hurt when you left him all alone, when you preferred shooting up instead of caring for him.”

Tommy. If he knew Vince’s weak point, the singer knew his too. It fucking hurt so bad, now he was the one wishing to be able to slap him.

“You don’t know a fuck about me or Tommy. Shut the fuck up!”

“Oh, I know all the times I saw him scanning the room around hoping to find you, all the times he looked heartbroken when you disappeared in the bathroom during rehearsal. I saw him after you destroyed him, how he still loved you even if you threw him away like trash. His two worst nightmares came true: you left him and you died. So tell me again Nikki, how did you just hurt yourself?

He wasn’t about to cry, even if he felt like a thousand legs were kicking his chest, he wasn’t about to give that fucker the satisfaction to see him crying ( he probably couldn’t even do that). But after the pain came the realization : he was there for Tommy. He was angry to forget that this wasn’t about him but about the drummer, and he probably ruined everything.

Now the hard part came : swallowing his pride down and convincing Vince. Oh, he would probably torment the bassist as slowly as he could, but eventually he had to accept.  Fuck, the two of them knew each other since high school!

“How’s Tommy?” His voice was so low, he doubted the singer heard him, but somehow he did.

“Oh, so now you want to know how he is?!” His voice was still loud and angry, but he must have seen the desperation on Nikki’s face, because he decided to answer anyway. “ He’s a mess. I just talked with him very briefly, he wanted to know if it was real. Then Doc fucking occupied this phone like it was his bitch, so I haven’t called him again, yet.”

This wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, it wasn’t fucking reassuring at all… Fuck, literally anything could have happened, Tommy could have hurt himself or left the country and this was all because of him. He just hoped his family was going to be close to him, he was loved, they would have never left him alone. That was supposed to be his job too, but he failed.

He failed his sweet Tommy.

“Sixx, what are you thinking about?”

It was the moment. Even if his heart wasn’t beating, he still felt the oppressive pressure of anxiety.  He wanted to run but he had to do it.

Swallow your pride. You fucking owe it to Tommy.

“Vince, promise me that you’ll protect Tommy, no matter what.”

“What?” The blonde was visibly confused and how to blame him!

“You were right, I broke Tommy and he’s going to have such a hard time. He fucking loved me, even if I didn’t deserve it, and now I’m terrified he’s going to destroy himself. You can’t let that happen!”

“Nikki…”

“I fucking love him Vince. I still love him so much.  He deserves a good life, I can’t ruin him even in death. He needs support.”

“Why me? It’s not like Tommy and I are best friends.”

“Because both you and him have known each other for a long time, and when the band will keep playing there’s going to be you, him and Mick left. He would never tell his stuff to Mick and he has something else to do, which means that you have to do it.”

A dry laugh escaped from Vince’s mouth.

“What if he doesn’t want to get helped?”

“You know how to get what you want. You’ll find a way, I’d do it but I’m a little dead… look I know you hate me but I’m only asking this. Like I said to Mick, this is my dead man’s wish.”

“Okay.” The voice was so low and Nikki barely had the time to react before Vince disappeared in the kitchen.

All his insecurities came back to eat him alive. What was even the point of being a ghost if he still had feelings? The truth was that he wasn’t sure on how much Vince could help, sure having someone close to Tommy was good, but he knew his boyfriend and fuck if he was a stubborn fucker.

His boyfriend.

It was a dagger through his chest, yet it still felt warm like the first time Tommy called him that. His face always lit up whenever he said it. The drummer always made loving him seem like the easiest thing in the world, as it was even possible to love someone like Nikki.

But Tommy did and what did he get in return? A junkie boyfriend and eternal heartache, because the love of his life was dead now.

Vince came back with a beer and softer expression on his face. Nikki didn’t move from the couch so he sat back to where he was.

“I will do it. I’ll keep an eye on Tommy.” His firm voice eased Nikki’s worries a bit.

Fuck, he never expected to see Vince Neil agreeing with him.

“Thanks dude, I know you hate me but Tommy didn’t do anything.”

“I don’t hate you.” His voice was shocked and the bassist had to suppress a laugh.

Yeah sure Vince Neil, not hating Nikki Sixx.

“Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you weren’t happy to hear I was gone.”

“Fuck no. Nikki we might have fought a lot and you were a fucking pain in the ass, but I’d never want your death. I cried, you were still my band mate and brother!”

He wasn’t sure why this whole conversation was hitting him so hard.  It was probably because he didn’t know how to react to the simple act of someone caring for him beside Tommy. Especially when this someone was his singer.

But did they really hate each other as they thought they did? If the roles were reversed, would he be happy about his death?

“I felt the same. Ya know, when we thought you were dead in the car crash.”

Vince gave him a small sad smile.

“Maybe we can bury the hatchet. You don’t follow me for eternity and I won’t talk shit about you in interviews. Deal?”

“Deal.” Nikki smirked.

It’s time to go, Nikki.

The same sense of helplessness he felt before with Mick, came back. Because he could pretend everything was somehow normal, until the voice reminded him that this wasn’t his place. Even if in this case it was for the best for him to go, considering how awkward it felt for both of them to be so friendly with one another.

“Vince, I have to go now.”

The singer made an expression between sad and relieved, but maybe for the first time ever, it was genuine.

“Don’t be a stranger. Send us some bottles of Jack or some strippers from hell, okay?”

Nikki let out a chuckle. Since when he was laughing with Vince Neil?

“I’ll try my best. Vince, keep the promise.”

“He loves you. You should visit him, he deserves to say goodbye to you one last time.”

He knew that, he fucking knew that already! It didn’t matter how hard he was trying to avoid that, he was going to go to him anyway, not only because Tommy deserved it but because he was selfish.

He wanted to see him one last time too.

“I know. I’m going to go to his house next.”

Vince seemed happy and gave him a small smile. Nikki took a deep breath and got out of Neil's mansion, feeling every type of emotion.

God, now it was show time.

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Tollense, an original serial romance by Dannye Chase, Chapter 6

A history professor falls in love with his best friend, a 3000-year-old vampire.

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Chapter 6

CW: blood, injury

2003 (Four years later)

When Liam brought in his mail that afternoon, he didn’t realize what a dangerous act it was. He should have, he supposed. He’d been getting threatening letters now for over ten years, since before he’d met Kurt. Their postmarks varied and there were no fingerprints. The police couldn’t figure out who was sending them, and neither could Kurt, who’d started investigating as soon as he’d learned of them.

Liam assumed that either he’d done something in his past to offend someone, or that he was a random victim of someone targeting a university with anti-academic talk. The letters said clearly, I will kill you, but Liam had long since stopped believing that it was an actual threat.

But it wasn’t that the letters didn’t upset Liam, and ironically, it was good that they did, because Liam’s reaction to the letter in the mail that day alerted Kurt. Four years ago, on a beautiful night in Germany, Kurt had drunk blood from Liam’s wrist. They’d been close before that, but sharing blood had given Kurt an even greater insight into Liam’s feelings. Kurt knew when Liam was unhappy or frightened, so when Liam found the letter with the typed address, knowing what it likely was, Kurt abruptly appeared beside him, in time to pluck the envelope from Liam’s hand.

“I’ve told you to let me open these,” Kurt scolded mildly.

Liam leaned back against his kitchen counter, and waved a hand in unsolicited permission. “By all means.”

Kurt was frowning, but otherwise he wasn’t too upset. Liam could tell because despite the fact that Kurt had just teleported into Liam’s kitchen, he looked more or less human. He must have been outside somewhere because his dark hair was a bit wind-blown. Liam wished that they had the kind of relationship where Liam could run his fingers through it to settle it down.

Kurt read the letter quietly and then tossed it onto the table in disgust. “The usual,” he said. “When I figure out who’s sending these—”

“They’re harmless,” Liam said, which on that particular day was highly ironic, but they didn’t know it yet.

“They scare you. That’s harm enough.” Kurt reached for the rest of the mail that Liam had set on his table, sorting through it quickly, apparently approving of it. He came to the package last. “What’s this?”

“I ordered some books.”

Kurt shot him a look of amused exasperation. “You have no room for more books. You’re going to have to buy a second house.”

“I’ll find a place for them. Maybe I could take out a wall— what is it?”

Kurt held the package in his hands. “This is awfully light for books.”

That was the last thing Liam remembered until he felt Kurt’s hand on his cheek. Kurt’s fingers were always cold, and the feeling drew Liam back toward consciousness. Kurt had one hand cradling his face, while another finger traced a slow line down from the top of Liam’s forehead to a spot between his eyes.

Liam realized that Kurt was saying something. “That’s right. Focus on me.”

Kurt’s finger traced its downward path again, and Liam felt himself growing more aware of his surroundings, but mostly more aware of Kurt, who was holding his gaze in an inescapable, hypnotic way. Liam could smell smoke and something charred, but he felt no fear, not even of Kurt, who seemed something entirely other than human at the moment. Something very large, because he’d have to be large to hold all the emotions that Liam could feel filling the room, wafting around like clouds. Some were dark and some very light, and they were all Kurt and Liam, mixed up together.

“There you are, my love,” Kurt said softly. “Just like that. Focus on me.”

Liam moved a little, shifting on the kitchen floor, but Kurt put a hand on his shoulder. “Stay still. Let me look at you.” His finger retraced its path down Liam’s forehead, which had the effect of recentering Liam’s attention on Kurt’s bright green eyes.

After another minute, Kurt moved back and released him. “You’re all right,” he said heavily. “No internal injuries. No concussion. Just three fairly minor lacerations to the left leg, and I’ve taken away the pain from those. I shouldn’t have let you stand so close.”

Liam blinked a couple of times as he realized that now that he could see past Kurt’s eyes, Kurt looked very different, but not at all in a mesmerizing, inhuman way. “You’re hurt,” Liam gasped.

Kurt stepped out of reach before Liam could grab him. “You have to be careful with my blood,” he warned. “Don’t get it in your mouth or the cuts on your leg. You don’t— you don’t need it right now.”

Kurt appeared to have taken the brunt of what must have been a package bomb. Liam’s kitchen table had a blast mark on it, and the chairs had all been knocked over. Bits of paper drifted lazily through the hazy air. Kurt was actually far more damaged than the kitchen, with a large wound on his shoulder. But the wound was not bleeding, and Liam realized that though Kurt’s clothing was shot through with holes, some of them bloodstained, the skin underneath was unmarked.

Kurt turned a chair right side up, and dropped into it wearily. “Ow,” he said, sounding as if he might be irritated by a paper cut.

“Are you okay?” Liam demanded.

Kurt waved a dismissive hand. “Been blown up before. There was a grenade at the Somme, for one. Not a pleasant afternoon.”

“But you— you won’t—”

“I’m fine,” Kurt assured him. “But if I’m going to convince the police that I wasn’t injured, I’ll need to eat something. I’m not quite strong enough for group mind control right now.”

“Well, I’m right here,” Liam said hastily, starting to climb to his feet. “Already bleeding too.”

“Sit down,” Kurt instructed in a sharp voice, and Liam was so startled that he obeyed. “You’re injured.”

“Only mildly. You said.”

“Still no.”

Liam tried not to be too disappointed. “Well— Fern then.” Fern was Kurt’s new love interest, and, as usual, was one of Liam’s history graduate students. She was doing her dissertation on World War Two. Kurt always showed enough of his non-human nature to his romantic interests for them to guess what he was before they became his lovers (and a source of blood). So Fern now had the advantage of dating a man who had fought in World War Two and many wars before that.

“Yeah. I called her,” Kurt said. And it wasn’t long before Liam heard someone come in his front door and make their way toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god,” Fern exclaimed, her eyes wide. “What happened? I had the weirdest feeling that I needed to get here right away.” Apparently, Liam realized, when Kurt said he’d called her, he hadn’t meant on the phone.

“Package bomb,” Kurt said.

Liam nearly spoke over him. “Kurt’s injured. He needs blood.”

Fern’s eyes widened even more. “All right. I’ll call 911.”

Liam gave Kurt a confused look. “Oh. I thought you always told them about you before you became lovers.” He realized his misstep when Fern froze on her way to the telephone.

Kurt pressed his lips together, and Liam couldn’t tell if he was fighting a smile or a frown. “You’re getting a little ahead of me there.”

“Oh,” Liam said. “Sorry. How embarrassing.” He looked up at Fern. “It’s okay, Kurt can’t be killed. Or he might actually be already dead.”

Kurt had opened his mouth to say something but now it just hung open.

“I’m sorry,” Liam said. “I’m not good at this.”

Fern did look like she was a little more concerned about Liam than Kurt, but she turned to Kurt, taking in his appearance. The wound on his shoulder was now nothing more than a dark purple bruise. Liam wondered how bad the injuries had been before Liam had seen them.

“Are you a vampire, then?” Fern asked. “That was number two on my list.”

“What was number one?” Kurt asked.

“Street magician who desperately wanted to look like a vampire.”

Kurt laughed, sounding delighted. “I don’t know that I’ve had that one before.”

“You need blood?” Fern asked. She put a hand on Kurt’s uninjured shoulder.

He focused his green eyes on her, with no hint of hypnosis now. “I do. But you’re not my only option. I will be fine even if you say no.”

Fern shook her head. “I’m happy to.”

Kurt nodded. “Liam, we’ll be right back. You just rest. Then we’ll get the police here and figure out who did this to you.”

Liam let his head fall back against his cupboard as Kurt and Fern disappeared. He felt oddly calm, and wondered if that was still Kurt’s influence. Even knowing that Kurt was off with someone else, drinking blood from them instead of Liam, didn’t bother him as much as it usually did. Kurt cared for him. Liam had known it, but right now he could feel it, and he thought Kurt could probably feel it back.

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Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 2860

Warnings: I’m sorry.

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Pt 10 - Time Moves On (With Or Without You)

In the Hargreeves household, the day started out like any other one, with breakfast. With the ring of a bell, the uniformed children all filed in one line into the dining room and made their way to their seats. Quietly standing behind their chairs with their hands behind their backs they waited in silence for their father to arrive. Once he entered the room he stood behind his seat before commanding,

"Sit."

With that word the children pulled out their seats and sat at the table to eat, each of them quietly doing their own things. Luther and Allison exchanged small smiles to each other across the table, Diego secretly scratched a knife into the armrest of his chair, Klaus fiddled with some special paper under the table, Ben read a book by Anton Chekov and Vanya quietly ate her meal. There was one child who was having trouble keeping quiet on this day and that was Five. Although he had already done so much with his powers during missions and practice sessions he wanted to do more. He knew he could do more. Five wanted to time travel and it ate him up inside that his father wouldn't allow him. Instead of eating he stared down his father from the opposite end of the table. Anger and frustration building up inside him. When his anger boiled over he grabbed his knife and stabbed it into the table. The loud sound caused everyone to look at him.

"Number Five?" Reginald questioned

"I have a question." Five stated with contempt in his voice

The other children looked at their brother with concern and shock in their eyes.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during meal times, you are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald replies

Unhappy with his father's response Five forcefully pushes his plate forward before saying,

"I want to time travel."

"No," Reginald says

"But I'm ready!" Five explains sitting up from his chair "I've been practicing my spacial jumps just like you said."

Five then jumps from his spot at the table to right next to his father's seat.

"See?" Five comments aggressively

"A spacial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald explains

With his hands balled up in his pockets, he cocked his head to the side and angrily said,

"No, I don't get it,"

"Hence the reason you're not ready," Reginald replies

From down the table, Five can see Vanya shake her head no as if to tell him to stop pushing the issue.

"I'm not afraid." Five retorts to his father

"Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind are far too unpredictable. Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald commands

Five couldn't believe what his father was saying. Ridiculous how he didn't believe that Five could do it. Five was going to time travel and was going to prove that old angry man wrong. Turning on his heel he runs away from the table leaving his father, Grace, and his siblings behind.

"Number Five. You can't leave the table you haven't been excused! Come back here!" Reginald yells

Five didn't care what the old man had to say though. All he cared about was proving he was ready to time travel. He ran out the front door and through the gates of the house in which he lived. Angrily walking down the street he was determined to jump through time. The one thing he didn't expect was you latching on to him. You had seen Five leave his house from out your living room window. You quickly called out to your mom telling her you were heading out before teleporting your molecules over to your friend and grabbing on to him. With a flash of blue, he had jumped through time and brought you along with him. You didn't notice though because you were too busy trying to get him attention.

"Five!" You called out as he walked for a little bit taking in the surroundings

"Not ready my ass." Five mumbles to himself

With another time jump, the two of you were in a winter scene.

"Five!" You called again

Five had heard you this time and stopped. Turning around he saw you holding onto him. You let go and took a step back.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Five yells

"I saw you leave your house from my window and you looked upset so I wanted to make sure you were okay." You reply 

"I'm fine." Five states

"You don't seem fine is there anything I can do?" You question concern evident in your tone

"You can go home." He answers

"But Five-" You start but are cut off

"You wouldn't fucking get it (Y/N)! Just leave me the hell alone!" Five yells

Before you can say anything he turns on his heel and jumps again leaving you standing there alone.

"Well screw you too I guess!" You yell at the spot where he just was

Turning around you make your way back to your house. Looking around you see the snow around you. You could've sworn there was no snow when you left and even if you just didn't notice it you wondered how you couldn't with the amount of snow on the ground. Shaking your head you make the walk back home wondering what could've gotten into your best friend. When you make it back to your house the door is locked. You were confused, your mom never leaves the door locked when you tell her you're going out. You start to knock on the door but when you get no response you start to bang on it and yell out,

"Mom? I'm home!"

When  you get no response you try again banging and calling louder,

"MOM! I'M HOME! IT'S COLD OUTSIDE LET ME IN!"

You were about to call again when you hear a voice behind you say,

"Whacha doing kid?"

When you turn around you see a garbage man putting trash in the back of the garbage truck for the houses around yours.

"I'm calling for my mom to let me in. My family lives here," you explain

"Yeah don't we all wish our family could live in that house." He replies with a scoff

"What? No, I do live here." You reply

"Yeah, and I'm the king of England. Nobody has lived in that house for eight years." The man replies

"What do you mean eight years, it's 2002." You state

"We're you banging on that door with your head? It's 2013." The man states "The family that lived there's kid went missing 11 years ago. They stayed in the house for three years but just up and left when they couldn't deal with the grief. Rumor has it they went off the grid and can't be found."

You look at him confused and he says,

"Whatever. It's not my business." 

He then gets on the back of the truck and you can faintly hear him say,

"Weird kid."

You turn back around to look at the door. That man had to be crazy, you had only left a few minutes ago, there was no way it was 2013. Phasing inside the door the room is dark but you call out to your parents again,

"Mom! Dad! I'm back home." 

You get no response. You make your way over to the light switch to try and get some light in the but they don't work. Maybe there's a power outage from the snow? You then open the living room curtains but when the light from outside shows in there's nothing there. The TV, the couches, the coffee table, nothing. The room was empty. 

"Mom? Where did the furniture go?" You call out again

All you heard was silence. You made the way around the rest of your house. Emptiness was everywhere. Running upstairs you went into your bedroom. Everything was there like it was when you had left that day. Bed, toys, clothes, everything still in its place. Maybe your parents were just redoing the whole house. You made your way to your parent's bedroom you started yelling,

"Mom! Dad! Please tell me you're in there!"

You were about to bang on the door with your fists but with one hit the door slowly swung open. There was nothing here. Their bed was gone, their clothes were gone, your parents were gone.

"No, this can't be real..."

Your heart started to race a little faster. Where could they have gone? You only left a few minutes ago. You needed answers and if there was anyone who could explain what was going on it was one of the Hargreeves. They had to know what had happened. Without even a second thought you transported yourself from your parent's bedroom to the foyer of the Hargreeves house. In a panic, you started shouting the names of the Hargreeves kids,

"Ben! Diego! Allison! Vanya! Klaus! Luther! Five! Anyone?"

Frantically you looked around the empty house when you heard a voice behind you say,

"Excuse me, can I help you."

You recognized that sweet soft voice. Turning around you saw Grace standing there. She looked shocked.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" She asks

"Of course it's me! Who else would I be?" You question

Grace slowly makes her way over to you. Gently cupping your face she looks at you and says in awe,

"You look the exact same as when I last saw you."

"Well of course! You only saw me yesterday. This last hour has been so crazy. First I chased after Five and he told me to leave him alone, and then I went home and no one answered and some garbage man told me how nobody lives in my house and my house is empty and according to the garbage man, it's 2013. Ridiculous right? Where are the kids I need to ask them some questions."

"Oh no, sweetie..." She says with a sympathetic look in her eyes

Grace doesn't say anything else she just looks at you sadly. Your heart dropped. This couldn't be real.

"Grace please where are the kids?" You pleaded tears starting to form in your eyes

"Well- they uh- they're not here anymore." She replies softly

"No! That can't be true! None of this can be true!" You shout before running off

"(Y/N)!" Grace calls but it's too late because you had already run off

There was no way that they weren't here. You ran to the library, typically Ben or Vanya would be there but when you got there you found nothing. Diego to Klaus was usually in the kitchen but nobody was there either. Running towards the bedrooms you opened every door looking for your friends. You checked in the courtyard, the dining room, everywhere. Tears leaving a path of where you had been. Each one of them was empty, abandoned as if no one had lived there. You ran back downstairs to check the parlor but when you got in there it was empty as well. All that was there was a painting of your best friend hanging above the fireplace. You turned your head and saw Grace standing there silently.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)" she whispered

Your heart raced faster. You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it. You turned your head back to look at the painting of your friend. The realization of your situation had started to set in and your body started to shake. You collapsed to your knees unable to support the weight of your body anymore. It felt as if you had just been punched in the gut and all of your breath was taken away. The tears started to fall faster from your eyes as you screamed,

"NO!"

Your voice was filled with grief as you let out painful cries of immense sorrow. You wrapped your arms around yourself to stop your shaking but it was no use. You were barely able to breathe as you screamed your pain into the empty silence of the house. There was no other sound except for you and at that moment you knew that you were alone. Your family was gone, your friends were gone, the person who mattered most to you was gone. The pieces of your life had fallen apart and you didn't know how to get them back.

At the same moment when you were coming to the realization of your new existence so was Five. After he had told you to leave him alone he had jumped once more through time. He looked around him and saw nothing but fire and destruction. With fear coursing through his veins he turned back around and ran as fast as he could towards the Umbrella Academy. When he arrived at the destroyed remnants of the building he called out into the rubble,

"Vanya! Ben! Dad!"

He received no response from inside the building so he turned around and shouted,

"Anyone!"

All that he could hear was the crackling of flames around him. This wasn't where he was supposed to be, he needed to get home. Five immediately tried using his powers to go back in time. 

"C'mon" he begged of his power

But there was nothing he could do. Realizing it was too late and he was stuck he turned back to look at the remains of what was once him home. Collapsing to his knees the feeling of sadness overwhelmed him. There was nothing left. Slowly he regained his strength to stand and made his way around the house. Finding an area that wasn't consumed by flames, he carefully started to explore. Out of the rubble, he saw a hand sticking out holding an eye. Curiously he walks over to the hand and takes the eye out of it. He examines the eye before moving to see the person there. It was a man. He then looks to his left and looks out amongst the rubble of the building. Running over to another man he spotted he roughly tries to shake them but it is useless as they don't move. He then passes a female person before heading over to another man. He stares at the figure and sees the marking on his wrist, an umbrella in a circle. These weren't just people, these were his siblings. He could feel himself getting choked up as he stood there amongst their lifeless bodies. They were his family and they were all gone. Before he could fully acknowledge the sight he heard a faint gasping coming from further back. Running towards it he sees another figure impaled on some metal rebar. He makes his way over but when he sees who it truly is his heart sinks.

"(Y/N)!" He calls out rushing to your side

Five kneels next to you and takes in the sight of you. You were older but not as old as his siblings. It must've been because you took those jumps through time with him. 

"(Y/N)" He says softly

Slowly you turn your head to him. You couldn't tell if you were imagining things but there was  Five, your best friend, right in front of you. His blue eyes were full of sorrow.

"Five? Are you my angel here to take me to the light?"

"No, I'm here I'm real." He says tears forming in his eyes

He looks at the metal going through you. He had to get you out of here. He needed to.

"(Y/N) it's gonna be okay I'm going to get you out of here. You're going to be alright!" He says choking up

Five frantically starts looking for anything to stop your bleeding and help keep you alive.

"Five." You lightly call out

"Yes." He says turning his attention back to you

"The book." You say looking towards your hand caught under some rubble

Quickly Five removes the rubble and grabs what you were asking for. It was the diary you had gotten for your 13th birthday. Surprisingly it was undamaged compared to the world around him. Gently he brings to book to you.

"Here." He says

"Keep it." You reply weakly pushing it back towards him

Five places the book in the ground and turns back to you. Using what last bits of your strength you have, you lift your hand to the small boy's face and place your hand on his cheek. Five uses one of his hands to hold yours against his face. You can feel some of the tears that had fallen from his eyes on your hand.

"Are you still mad at me?" You ask faintly

"No, never. I could never stay mad at you." He replies his voice choking up more

"Good..." you answer quietly

You wrap your hand around your locket and then lay your head back and close your eyes. The smallest of smiles on your face as you let out a breath. Five watches waiting for your chest to rise and fall again but it doesn't. Grabbing your shoulders he starts to shake you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) wake up! Please I needed you here! I need you with me! Please!" Five cries out

It was too late, you were gone. Holding what he could of your lifeless body he lets all the tears flow from his eyes. His painful cries of sorrow echoing throughout the empty landscape. He had lost you and was completely alone. And so in the same exact place, in two different times, you and five dealt with the same harsh truth. Everything you loved was gone and life would never be the same.

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[hellpark]

KENNY: Oh god...

KENNY: Ohhh shit-- pick up the damn phone for chrissake-- 

TOKEN: Kenny...?

TOKEN: You alright?

KENNY: No I ain’t alright!

KENNY: Karen hung up on me!

TOKEN: Oh...

TOKEN: Does that mean you’re done with my phone, then?

KENNY: N-no, no I gotta try n’ call her again.

KENNY: Just.

KENNY: Just gimmie a sec, she’s gotta pick up...

TOKEN: Right... take your time, dude..

KENNY: There’s no time to take!

KENNY: She hung up right after she said some damn stranger was in the house!

TOKEN: Oh, jeez...

KENNY: God dammit, I think she turned her phone off...!

KENNY: Oh god oh god, what the hell am I gonna do thirty fucking miles out of town?!

TOKEN: It’ll be okay Kenny, I’m sure--

KENNY: No, it’s not gonna be okay! 

KENNY: Who knows who or what is in that house with her, look at where we are right now!

CRAIG: Hey.

CRAIG: Do you guys wanna shut up, maybe?

CRAIG: You’re distracting me from my shit.

TOKEN: Oh, sorry Craig...

TOKEN: Kenny’s having some issues with Karen, I think.

CRAIG: Uhuh...

CRAIG: I don’t care.

CRAIG: [grumble grumble]

CRAIG: (Can’t even browse tumblr without someone getting hay shoved up their ass right in front of me...)

CRAIG: (Why are either of them even still awake.)

CRAIG: (Why do I have to be cooped up in a stupid barn with all these people right now...)

CRAIG: (Why is--)

CRAIG: 

CRAIG: Whhhh...

CRAIG: W--

CRAIG: That’s m--

CRAIG: That’s my blog.

CRAIG: This is on my blog.

CRAIG: Th--

CRAIG: ...

CRAIG: WHAT IS THIS SHIT DOING ON MY BLOG???

CRAIG: I--

KENNY: Craig???

KENNY: What’s the matter, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you yell so loud in your life!

STAN: Yeah, shut the hell up over there, some of us are trying to sleep.

CRAIG: ...Y... you shut up...!

CRAIG: Fuck your sleep, I have a problem!

STAN: Yeah, I know, we kind of got teleported here by a freaking demon, dude.

STAN: We’ve all got problems right now, you’re not special.

CRAIG: I’ll kick your ass!

STAN: Go ahead, it’s already facing right towards you.

STAN: I’ll even wiggle it a little to make it a moving target, if you wanna make a game out of it.

CRAIG: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

TOKEN: Jesus, dude, what’s wrong?

CRAIG: Besides Stan Marsh being as stupid as ever?!

KENNY: We mean what the hell made you yell so loud, dude???

CRAIG: Oh, I’ll tell you!

CRAIG: This guy is posting shitty selfies of himself on my blog!

CRAIG: MY blog, and he has the audacity to post them with--

CRAIG: W-with...

CRAIG: With him sitting right next to him like it’s nothing!

CRAIG: There’s a circus in my house and I’ll bet you money it was that stupid Tweek demon guy who led us all away so they could party it up in my room!

CRAIG: We should have never let that stupid goat take us all the way out here.

CRAIG: Now they’re all fiddling with my shit and probably having a laugh about it, look at him in this picture!

CRAIG: Look at who’s in the fucking picture with him!!!

KENNY: OH GOD...

CRAIG: Oh god is right!

CRAIG: They’re messing with all my shit!!!

CRAIG: I’m freaking the hell out!

CRAIG: I’m so fucking close to kiCKING STAN’S STUPID ASS STOP SHAKING YOUR BUTT AROUND YOU FUCKING DELIRIATE.

STAN: maybe shut up first lol

KENNY: OH MY GOD, KAREN!

KENNY: SHE SAID SHE WAS HANGING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER IN YOUR HOUSE, CRAIG.

KENNY: SHE HUNG UP AND WON’T ANSWER MY CALLS!

TOKEN: They tried to chuck us all off the side of a bridge, who knows what they could be doing right now?!

CRAIG: TOUCHING MY SHIT IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING!!!

CRAIG: Touching my shit, putting pictures of themselves and Thomas’s corpse sitting in my bedroom!

TOKEN: Craig, I think this is a little more important than them touching your computer!

TOKEN: They could have hurt your guys’ sisters!

CRAIG: BUT LOOK AT WHAT HE POSTED ON MY BLOG!!!!!

KENNY: Craig, I know it’s probably goddamn traumatizing to see that shit right now!!!

KENNY: I know it’s hard for you to grasp this sorta thing during a meltdown.

KENNY: I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time with all of this crap, but there’s people actually in danger in your house right now, man!

CRAIG: Don’t tell me I’m having a meltdown!

TOKEN: Oh my god, okay--

TOKEN: Kenny, let’s just pull ourselves away for a minute here.

CRAIG: Don’t turn your backs on me like that!!!

TOKEN: Just ignore Craig for a second.

TOKEN: There’s demons in Craig’s house, Karen and Craig’s sister are in Craig’s house-- what do you think should be done?

TOKEN: What can we possibly do from here?

KENNY: I ain’t got a damn clue!

KENNY: We gotta get someone over there to help them out!

TOKEN: Okay, well maybe that isn’t such a good idea?

TOKEN: We’ve seen what they can do, right?

TOKEN: Is it smart to drag someone else into this?

KENNY: Token, you don’t have a freakin’ sister, you don’t know what this is like.

TOKEN: Okay. You’re right.

TOKEN: But I don’t know if--

KENNY: Wait.

TOKEN: What is it, man?

KENNY: I know exactly who to call.

KENNY: Ain’t no way he’s tangled all up in this mess yet, neither.

KENNY: Won’t gonna get his ass whooped neither.

TOKEN: Okay, well who’s that?

KENNY: My boyfriend.

DOGPOO: snrrk nsnzznnzzzzzzzzzzz...,.

[ ♫ I’M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD ♫ ]

[ ♫ LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT’S FANTASTIC ♫ ]

DOGPOO: fhnfnhmmghfghg

DOGPOO: [yawn]

DOGPOO: An unknown caller disrupting my sleep, now...?

DOGPOO: Just who on earth could be calling me at this devilish hour of the night...?

DOGPOO: Mmhhello--

KENNY: Hushpuppy stain in the rug, we got some demon huntin’ to do!

KENNY: Grab yer damn shooter n’ get ready to pump lead!!!

DOGPOO: KENNY???

KENNY: Damn right!

DOGPOO: DEMON HUNTING?

DOGPOO: Y’AIN’T PULLIN ME, ARE YOU NOW?

KENNY: Hell no, I ain’t whistlin’ no dixie over here, I’m a gallon o’ gas aways from town and the fuckin’ devil’s stampin’ his hooves in town!

KENNY: Get your red ryder and get ready to shoot some damn eyes out!

DOGPOO: You sound oh so serious, I hardly recognize the tone, honeypot!

DOGPOO: Your words shot me wide awake quicker than the smell of pie in the morning, I just can’t resist a shootin’ with you!

KENNY: I’m serious!

KENNY: I’m cooped up in a barn outta town, and there’s demons runnin’ amok with my damn sister out there!

KENNY: She’s up in a heap of danger and I ain’t got nobody in the world I’d trust more than you to keep her safe right now.

KENNY: Never been more serious in my life, ragamuffin.

DOGPOO: Oh.

DOGPOO: Karen’s caught in the throes of the devil, is she now?

DOGPOO: Seems we really ain’t playing rockahorse.

KENNY: I don’t joke around when it comes to who I love, don’t go reckonin’ I’d do it to you.

DOGPOO: I see.

DOGPOO: Well then, I’d be duller than the heel of my boot if I didn’t think I could do something about that, wouldn’t I?

DOGPOO: A demon or two doesn’t quite sound like nothin’ a shell can’t handle.

KENNY: Dogpoo, these are serious folks you’re gonna be ditzin’ around with.

KENNY: Damn near chucked me n’ my friends off a bridge a couple hours back.

DOGPOO: I still don’t see the issue here, darlin’.

DOGPOO: You might have death’s hand hovering your shoulder, but one look at me and they’ll be wishing they were busy chopping onions instead.

DOGPOO: I’ll get your sister out of the slick, just you wait.

KENNY: Alright. I trust you, mudskip.

KENNY: You’re the rankest varmint this side of Colorado, if anybody’s gonna get them runnin’, it’s you.

DOGPOO: A threat is nothing more than a man who’s pride is in his hands, not his skin.

KENNY: You really grabbin’ your shotty, yeah?

DOGPOO: Would you expect anything less after you’ve excited me so?

DOGPOO: I’ve got an itchy finger just beggin’ for a trigger to pull now.

KENNY: Okay, good. 

KENNY: But keep them earholes wide for me, water nugget.

KENNY: You gotta be real damn careful.

DOGPOO: I believe we’ve been over this already, Kenny.

DOGPOO: Am I to understand you’re doubting my abilities here?

KENNY: Not at all.

KENNY: These people ain’t just strangers, though.

KENNY: Well, most of them, anyhoo.

KENNY: You will know one of them, for sure.

KENNY: I ain’t got a clue on how many of them are there, but they’re all stuck up in Tucker’s house.

KENNY: Stick your barrel in the nose of any horned bastard you so damn please, but for the love of all mighty...

KENNY: Don’t let that poor bastard Thomas stick around them.

DOGPOO: You’ll need to be more specific than that, sweetie pie.

DOGPOO: There’s a few Thomas’ in this town that come to mind off of the top of my head.

KENNY: Look, I ain’t gonna dilly dally here-- you’ll know what I mean if you see ‘em. 

DOGPOO: Alright, so your shopping list here’s one Karen, one Thomas, and a face o’ lead for a demon or two, huh?

KENNY: Craig’s sister’s there with Karen.

DOGPOO: Only logical, considering what residence I’m being pointed off to.

KENNY: I don’t care what’s done.

KENNY: Just get those kids outta there.

DOGPOO: Anything for you, sunshine.

DOGPOO: Ain’t a day where you can’t count on me.

KENNY: I know.

KENNY: I love you.

DOGPOO: Love you too.

DOGPOO: Well, I suppose there isn’t anything like a two AM witch hunt...

DOGPOO: Oh, poor Kenny... whatever have you gotten yourself into this time.

#south park #kenny mccormick #dogpoo #dogpoo petuski #craig tucker #token black #stan marsh #hellpark

[iatethepomegranate]

Just a fic about Caleb buying a house in Rexxentrum with Beau and Yasha, and coping with that kind of change and newfound stability (and becoming Professor Widogast). Angst and fluff are at war in this fic.

Chapter Summary: Caleb was loved, in so many different ways, by so many people. The Nein were a whirlwind of chaos and dick jokes, but they were his. And Essek... even when Essek did not use the words "I love you", every word he said and every touch he offered was proof enough. In other words, the Mighty Nein crash at Caleb and Beauyasha's place and shower them with affection.

Notes: Chapter title is from Five by Sleeping at Last. Here's some fluff. Caleb is still Caleb, but everyone loves him and wants him to be happy. Hug your sad wizard friend/research partner/it's complicated.

****

Chapter 2: But something gets lost from a safe distance and now I can't put my mind to rest

There was enough furniture in the house to sleep for the night. After an enormous grocery shop that made gratuitous use of Yasha’s muscles, Beau’s superhuman balance, and Caleb’s telekinesis, the three of them collapsed on the couch.

Beau piled her feet onto Caleb’s lap, resting her head on Yasha’s. “Hey, Caleb?”

“Ja?”

“You good now?”

“I think so.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nein.” Caleb had zero interest in talking about how much he had cried on their kitchen table earlier. He wasn’t ready to process it.

“Cool. Good talk.”

Yasha smiled down at Beauregard, fondly but with an edge to it. “Shh.” She put her finger on Beau’s lips. “Let us just… be quiet for a while.”

Caleb tipped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. He drifted close to sleep, but Essek’s voice filled his mind.

“Caleb. How was the house? I am in a safe place. I will visit when you have a safe landing spot. Talk soon, love.”

Caleb couldn’t help burst into a grin. “Hallo, Essek. We bought it. Veth gave me the money. Go to the Grove when ready. I will come get you. Ich liebe dich.”

“Gross,” said Beauregard. “You know I can understand you now, right?”

Caleb pinched her ankle. “I remember.”

“Beau,” sighed Yasha.

“I’m kidding. I’m happy you’ve worked things out with him.” She shifted, digging her heel into his thigh. “Look, I don’t give a fuck about your sex life--”

“Good.”

“--but you know you can tell me shit, right? It was just the two of you for weeks, and now it’s… not. Are you okay with that?”

Caleb sighed; he already missed Essek dearly, but he always knew it would be like this. “Ja. We talked about it a lot. We want to be together as much as we can, but we are practical people, ja? I will bring him around soon, for a few days at least. Rexxentrum is not safe for him.”

“Well, good thing you have your own space. I don’t wanna hear that shit.”

Caleb rolled his eyes at her. “We are more likely to stay up late talking.” Sex with Essek was more of a (great) side benefit than a core element of their relationship A relationship they had never bothered to define. It was what it needed to be in the moment.

“That’s even worse, Caleb.”

“How the fuck is that worse?”

Beauregard shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s fuckin’ romantic as shit.”

“Ja, I am sure that you, the woman who makes out with her girlfriend in front of all our friends, is disgusted by romance.”

Beauregard grumbled incoherently at him.

****

Caleb was soon preoccupied with ferrying the Mighty Nein to the new house. He first collected Veth, Fjord and Jester from Yussa’s tower. Kingsley had wanted to explore Nicodranas for a while, without Fjord and Jester’s supervision. They had tentatively allowed it, not that they could’ve stopped Kingsley even if they had wanted to.

“Omigosh it’s so pretty !” Jester screeched upon seeing the house. “The windows are kinda boring, though. Can I paint them?”

Caleb was not in the habit of refusing Jester anything. “I suppose. Ask Beau and Yasha.”

“Which door is theirs?”

“The right. It should be unlocked.”

Jester tore ahead and disappeared inside. Fjord hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, gazing up at the exterior.

“It’s bigger than I expected,” he said.

“Ja, the previous occupant is a professor at Soltryce Academy. She lives alone, and it was too much space for her.”

“You’re okay with that?” asked Veth.

“Ja, she was very nice. She lives on Astrid’s estate now.”

“Trent’s old place?” asked Fjord.

“Ja.”

He whistled softly. “That must be weird.”

Caleb didn’t want to talk about it. “The professor gave us a good deal. I am meeting her for coffee tomorrow to talk about Evocation.” He looked down at Veth. “Thank you for the money.”

“I just wish I could’ve given you more, Cay.”

“It was plenty, Veth.” Caleb led them inside and picked Veth up so he could give her the hug he had wanted for days.

******

Next, Caleb teleported to the Blooming Grove. The grass had grown back where it had once been burned, and the house had been repaired. The tangled residuum trees had held strong, keeping the corruption of the Savalirwood at bay. It was quiet, save for the distant clattering of dishes coming from the house.

Caduceus appeared in the doorway before Caleb had taken more than a few steps. “Oh, excellent. Essek’s in the garden. Go get him. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Caduceus didn’t specify where in the garden, but Caleb assumed he was giving him the satisfaction of figuring it out for himself. Caleb walked further into the grove, occasionally stopping to cradle a blossom or sniff a particularly sweet scent.

He spotted Essek’s broad-brimmed hat first. On loan from the Clays. Caleb approached quietly, watching Essek hover over the bed of a herb garden, wearing the rose gloves Jester had made him while he carefully pulled weeds with a look of utmost concentration. The kind of look that made Caleb remember how attractive it was to watch him work.

As Caleb drew closer, Essek froze. Looked up. Relaxed as his face broke into a smile.

“I am sorry I startled you,” Caleb said, closing the distance.

Essek floated away from the herbs and opened his arms, accepting Caleb into them. “It’s all right. You know I’m a little… jumpy these days.”

Caleb kissed his neck; Essek was taller than him when he floated, and only when he floated. “Are you sure you want to visit Rexxentrum?”

“No one will expect to find me there. It will be fine for a few days.” He kissed Caleb’s forehead, and then lifted Caleb’s chin to kiss his mouth. “I wanted to see your new house. And you.”

Caleb dropped his head to Essek’s shoulder, breathing him in. This was the only peaceful moment they would have all day. Essek tucked Caleb’s head under his chin and gave him a squeeze.

“Caleb, are you all right?”

Caleb laughed softly, remembering the first time Essek had asked him in the heat of battle. “I don’t know. This is a lot.”

Essek kept squeezing; they had both discovered one rough night in Aeor that Caleb found this kind of careful pressure extremely comforting. “I understand. This is a huge change for you. Are you overwhelmed?”

“Ja, very.”

“I hope having me there will help, for what little time I can give.”

“You are already helping, Essek. Danke.”

Essek kissed the top of his head. He had slowly begun to initiate more physical contact, and their time together alone in Aeor had accelerated the process. It let Caleb pull back a bit and let himself accept Essek’s affection once in a while instead of constantly being the one to initiate. It was good. They were good.

Fuck , Caleb had missed him.

****

After saying his hellos and goodbyes to the Clays, Caleb palmed a small stone Yasha had dug from the garden bed behind the house and teleported himself, Caduceus and a disguised Essek. They landed in Caleb’s currently sparse sitting area, as planned.

“This is my side of the house. We are working on the furniture situation.” Caleb took them on a quick tour of the house, and was pleased to find Essek equally excited by the possibilities of the study as he had been.

They then used the door on the middle floor to cross into the other side and down the stairs into the crowded sitting area. Yasha was sitting on the rug, stitching a thick floral fabric to make curtains while Jester “helped” by painting tiny dicks on it. Beau and Fjord were sitting on the couch, watching with a mix of amusement and concern. Veth had probably been with them, but launched herself at Caleb for a hug as soon as he had appeared.

She had more or less glued herself to him since she had arrived, evidently sensing his lack of equilibrium. He was grateful she was there to ground him. For a long time, she and Frumpkin had been all that held together the tattered shreds of his mental health.

Caduceus slipped into the kitchen, but was the least sneaky man alive when he wasn’t trying to prank his siblings. He had a parcel in his hands, brought from the Grove. Caleb followed him.

Caduceus carefully stripped off the brown paper packaging to reveal a small wooden crate, from which he lifted a tea set complete with a kettle. He filled the kettle with water and set it over the fireplace, directing Caleb to light it. Caduceus pulled out a few small boxes of tea and cooking herbs from the Grove, arranging them in cabinets.

“I’ll bring another set next time I visit,” Caduceus promised. “Until then, you are required to spend time with the ladies. No locking yourself in the study and forgetting to eat.”

Essek chuckled from the doorway, knowing full-well Caleb would do exactly that. Repeatedly.

“We’ll go shopping together tomorrow,” Caduceus continued. “There are some things you three need for a good, complete kitchen and I don’t trust you to remember any of them, even with your memory.”

“Thank you, Caduceus.” Caleb was getting emotional again. “I, uh, am having coffee with an Evocation professor tomorrow morning, but we can go after that.”

Caduceus smiled at him. Soft, knowing. “I look forward to it.”

****

The Nein had apparently agreed without Caleb’s knowledge that they would stay on Beau and Yasha’s side for the night to give Caleb and Essek some privacy.

Caleb had ultimately decided to use the larger bedroom (the rest of the Nein may have insisted he treat himself). He was glad for it now that he had Essek in his bed. They were too tired for sex, and not really in the mood, but cuddling is a lot more comfortable when you’re not afraid of falling out of bed.

Essek had arranged things so he was lying on his back with Caleb curled around him. Caleb rested his head on Essek’s chest, listening to the gentle drumming of his heart, while Essek drew lazy patterns on his back with a finger. Spell symbols, mainly. Some Caleb recognised, and some he didn’t.

“This is a good location,” Essek said quietly. “Beauregard showed me a map of the city. It is central, but not too close to anything that would upset you more than the city in general already does.”

“Rexxentrum doesn’t upset me,” Caleb mumbled, halfway to sleep already. He tended to sleep better with trusted company these days.

“Beauregard told me what you said the first time you stepped foot here in years,” Essek said softly.

I don’t know if I can do this. “That was some time ago. It’s… easier now.”

“That does not mean it is easy.”

Caleb sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Okay. It’s not. But that’s not… the last time I had a house was the Xhorhouse, and we all knew that was never permanent. The only home I’ve ever had that was supposed to be long-term… I burned it. The shitty hospital room they kept me in for eleven year was a roof over my head, one I barely remember, and that was… not a home. I was homeless for a long time. I have slept in the woods, in the streets, under bridges, where I could find even the tiniest bit of shelter. Now I own a house .”

“Caleb, I told you in the Grove this is a huge change for you.” Essek’s voice was soft but firm, as it often was when he thought Caleb was being needlessly stubborn or foolish. “You have been through so much , and now you are doing normal things like buying a house and putting down roots. And you have many painful memories here. I believe you will be okay, but you do not have to be. Not before you’re ready.”

Caleb felt foolish for letting this get to him so much. The last few days had been full of nothing but good things. But he was exhausted nonetheless, and eternally a hair’s breadth away from tears. Even in his worst moments, he had never been fragile in this way,  like he was a bucket of water with a hole in it that would leak at the slightest provocation.

Essek pressed his palm down between Caleb’s shoulder blades, forcing him to exhale. “Caleb. Be gentle with yourself. Give yourself time.”

Caleb chucked a little, despite his mod. “That is your specialty.”

“And I have taught you well.”

“The best teacher I ever had,” Caleb said quietly.

“You deserved better. Let yourself have better now, in your own time.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know. Stop pushing it. You know better than anyone it doesn’t work that way.” Essek’s hand slid into Caleb’s hair, cradling the base of his skull. “You of all people deserve patience and kindness, most of all from yourself. I will remind you of this.”

“Thank you.” Caleb pushed himself up on his elbows, finding Essek’s features in the dark. “You know, this is probably the safest I have been in close to twenty years.”

Essek reached up, tucking a strand of Caleb’s hand behind his ear. “Good. You deserve it. Even if I never have a moment’s peace for the rest of my life, all I want is for you to have all the safety and kindness you could ever need.”

“I would give it up in a heartbeat if I could help you.”

“I would never ask that of you,” Essek said warmly, but with a firm edge. “There are a great many things we have already given up. That one is not an option. Of all the people I have known in my 120 years, you deserve a lifetime of peace the most. Even if you will get bored eventually.”

Caleb slid a hand over Essek’s cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. “Remember when we thought we would never be the kind of people who would make big declarations of love at each other?” Because even if Essek wasn’t explicitly saying I love you , the words he did say were dripping with diamonds of unadulterated affection.

Essek huffed a soft laugh. “Most things between us do not need to be said. This does.”

“Thank you, Essek. I love you too.” Caleb rested his head over Essek’s heart once again, and let the gentle rhythm lull him to sleep.

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Reggie x reader

Summary: Julies older sister who died same year as the boys, and even dated reggie, came to Julie sooner because she played her sisters favorite record.

a/n: I made this after watching the show, so here's this hopefully its not too confusing to follow if so let me know! feedback is always appreciated! love you all!

You had died from an unexpected car wreck, you were about 17, same age Julie is by now. You remember that day clearly, you were just on your way home from practice, and suddenly you were crushed by another car. Police say it was a drunk diver who had ended your life.

You knew your family would be hurting even more you just wanted to be there for each of them, mama, papa, Carlos, and Julie and as much as this sounds weird even your tia.

 She doesn't know much of you since you died in 1995, but she wished she got to meet you. there were many videos your dad showed Julie when you would preform. You and ray were very close, you were his first daughter, he wished he was able to feel your presence.

After you died you stayed in a pitch black room for about some time. It felt like an hour, but you were suddenly brought back to your house. You saw Julie was playing your favorite record, by beatoven, classic music was your secret pleasure, of course modern music was your favorite too, but classical had something to it.

“Gosh i miss hearing beatoven.” you said as you saw Julie turned  around quickly and screamed right after.

“Wait you can see me?” you asked as she came closer to you. “Yeah i can hear you too. Why, what oh my gosh, flynn’s right, i need to stop pulling all nighters.” she said as you laughed “Jules, i don think all nighters are the excuse here, because we are in live time right now.” you said as she calmed down.

You two talked got to know one another more. this was a dream for Julie to finally meet you. its like you two were already best friends, it felt good to know your sister. you were aware of this because your mom was pregnant when you died.

she had told you your mom died and how she stopped playing music. she told you music was everything to her, but she just couldn't play the piano without crying. you knew you would stop playing if you were still alive, but if it was a way to keep her memory alive you would continue to play, but you weren't there, so you couldn't really say much.

you two spent time together in the loft and just talked about memories about your mother, you thought it would be nice to tell her about your mom during the 90′s. god you loved your mothers 90′s hair and outfits.

today you were in the studio as usual as Julie was in the loft looking around. she came down and took it out.

“Oooh what cd is that.” you asked as she showed you reggies band mix. You just froze as if you saw a ghost. “Whats wrong?” she asked. “Uh this is my boyfriends band mix.” you said as your eyes became glassy. You didn't think you would hear his voice again and seeing this just made you remember about your memories.

“You had a boyfriend! Did papa know?” she smirked. “Of course he didn't, i kept it on the low.” you said as she giggled. “Do you wanna listen?” she asked as you nodded. She played it and you herd reggie’s bass, you remember the times he would play it when he learned a new rhythm.

“Wow these guys are good, what did your boyfriend play?” jules asked. “He plays, or well played the bass.” you said with a smile.

Just then out of nowhere those three boys had popped out of nowhere, kinda like a teleportation type of thing. You and julie just stood there seeing those boys fall on the ground. Your eyes landed on reggie. You didn't know he died too.  Julie then screamed out of nowhere which caused the boys to yell too.

“Wait, y/n?” reggie said as you smiled, you didn't think you would see him again.

“Reggie.” you said as you two embraced one another in a hug. You had missed his hugs more than anything. “Uh hello! There are still two other boys in moms studio.” julie said as you laughed. “Right sorry, well you know reggie, i told you about him just like a minute ago.” you said as she nodded.

“yeah papa, would not like him, the leather jacket just screams bad boy.” she said as you giggled. “okay who are these other cute faces.” you said as Luke smirked.

“huh she thinks we're cute.” he said as Alex patted his back.

“These are his friend Jules.” you said as Luke tried shaking her hand.

“Hi im luke were from sunset curve, tell your friends.” he said as julie shook his hand.

“This is Alex, and well you weirdly know reggie, also reggie who is she?” Luke said as alex hit his shoulder. “Im sorry he’s really not um how do you say it, smart.” he said as you laughed.

“No worries i kinda got that.” Julie  said. “Hey im not dumb, I just, he never told us about her.” Luke said.

Gosh they were all still the same, you didn't think you would see them. Reggie told you about them but you didn't think you would meet them like this, you know dead.

“Hi, im alex, you must be the girl who kept this dude or is keeping the dude very emotional. “ alex said as you laughed. “Yes i am, he says he isnt emotional but you guys should now that he literally cried when we watched-” you said reggie coughed. “Not here y/n” he said as you giggled. “Well that’s a story for later Alex.” you said as you giggled.

You guys caught up with one another and got to no more about the band. You noticed immediately that luke was head over heals for julie. The time the boys were here, julie started playing and singing. You were so happy reggie and his band got her to sing. You didn't think you would hear her amazing voice or hear reggie play again with his band.

You would sing too with her, but you couldn't with an audience. You knew if videos of you were out into the internet, your dad would probably flip out, or cry. Thankfully the one at the school, where you were trying to get Julie back into the program, no one had their phones out.

Today though Julie wanted you to sing so bad with her at the garage party where everyone was gonna be there, even your dad carlos and tia. You knew it was a bad idea, your family would get suspicious.

“Come on please sing with me, we have great harmony. Plus I  can just tell dad it's a computer generated, he knows the guys are holograms from Sweden, wouldn't be bad to add you in.” she said as you smiled.

“Okay fine,” you said as she squealed and hugged you.

it was pretty nerve wracking that you were gonna preform in front of your family with your sister and well your boyfriend your father had no idea of. made you feel a little bad for not telling him. you were currently just sitting in your room thinking how this was all gonna go. reggie had poofed in seeing how nervous you were.

“You alright?” reggie asked as you smiled.

“Yeah i am, just nervous is all, i don't know how they're gonna react when they see me with Julie.” you said as he held your hand. “It wouldn't be bad for them to see you with julie. Plus i haven't herd you sing and i herd you sing beautifully.” he said as you giggled.

“Right i forgot you will be hearing me too. Makes me even more nervous.” you said as he placed his arms over you to cuddle you so you get those nervous thought out of your head. you did this when he was nervous, you didn't think he would remember.

You had no idea what you guys were, but you knew the love for one another wasnt gone. I mean it's not like you broke up, so technically you are still dating for 25 years.

“You’ll be great, after years of not seeing you, i've missed you and us.” he said as you smiled.

“Me too reggie.” you said as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Wait really? So are we still together?” he said as you rolled your eyes.

“Reggie we didn't break up, we died.” you said as he was still confused.

“Yes reggie were dating still. Technically for 25 years.” you said as his eyes widen.

“So youre telling me i've missed 25 aneverseries?” he said as you giggled. You sure loved him, this was one of the reason you did. You knew now he would have no idea what new slang is or even sarcasm. “Reggie, you really are something special, one of the many reasons i love you.” you said as you two kissed. You were in sync with one another as if you were never separated. It felt almost normal.

“Ugh i though i would never see my sister kiss a boy, i thought that part was over.” julie said as you both looked up. “You and me both sister.” alex said as you all giggled.  “Well face suckers were going on in a little.” julie said as you all got ready.

You were so nervous, but you did miss preforming again, even though the past performances were your stuffed animals and you parents and fetus Julie. Once Julie started singing, right on cue we all appeared. You were standing next to Julie and you saw your whole families reaction. they were shocked, but they seemed very happy seeing you.

“I believe,I believe that we're just one dream, Away from who we're meant to be. That we're standing on the edge of. Something big, something crazy. Our best days are yet unknown. That this moment is ours to own.” you and Julie both sang with the chemistry making the crowd love the sisterly love.

You were next to reggie while julie was on top of the piano. Yours and reggies chemistry made everyone go crazy, you saw your dad in the corner who was tearing up a little while tia patted his back.

Julie sat down in the bench, and you started singing the last part of the song. You and reggie had moved up making the audience go even more crazy with how much chemistry the band had.

“Running from the past. Tripping on the now. What is lost can be found, it's obvious.” you sang as you all bowed and disappeared in an instant and everyone went wild.

Your father had quickly went over to Jules and you knew what he was gonna ask. you stood next to him as Julie looked at you and your dad.

“Julie, why was y/n up there?” he said choking up because he hadnt seen his daughter in years.

“Uh dad i miss her and i thought you could see her preform again i know you miss her.” she said as he was sobbing.

“Yeah i do. Gosh it felt good seeing you two sing together I would always imagine that in my head, thank you Julie,” he said as he hugged her. God how you wished you could just tell him, but you knew it was for the best not to.

You sat in your room and just wanted to sleep in your room like old times. Reggie poofed in and you looked up seeing he was there and laying back down.

“You okay?” he asked. “Yeah i am, it just felt good performing just this once again, felt nice preforming with you.” you said. “Yeah i liked it a lot, wish we did it when we were alive.” he said as you playfully scoffed and punched his shoulder.

“God you sure now how to make me feel better.” you said as you hugged and stayed with one another. 

“maybe you should join the band, wouldn't be so bad to have another lead female singer, plus our chemistry makes those people go crazy.” he said as you laughed.

“I don't know reggie, its the phantom and Julie, as much as I liked it, I don't know. you guys are all perfect together.” you said as he put your hair behind your ear.

“im sure the dudes and Julie will love you in the band, come on please?” he said as you smiled at his way of persuading you.

“okay fine, but we have to talk to them first okay?” you said as he nodded and you two just laid in one another presence. 

Reggie had broke the silence, “you know this room brings back memories.” he said.

“oh reg, this room makes you think of many things we did.” you said as you laughed and kissed him and spent the night with one another in each others arms like old times. You knew this time you weren’t worried your dad walked in on you with him, but you sure miss the the adrenaline and the caution.

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