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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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Kinesthetic learner

Request:

Eddie Munson x Male reader

CW: smut, heavy dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, degradation, overstim, possessive kink, no prep no protect, a lot of dialogue for some reason.

An: I was listening to Rob zombie while writing this, man's music does wonders to me, but I also feel like the actual smut is a little short, this was a little rushed and I don't really like it

taglist: @deddiemunson

WOMEN DNI

"Oh come on, you can't be that much of a bore!"

Y/N exhaled, lowering the book to his knees, death staring the guy sitting next to him, Eddie's hands tangled in his hair, legs crossed in front of his torso, as he looked at his "tutor" with a slight disappointment.

"In fact, no, I am not. If you didn't notice, I'm not a big fan of all this either. I wouldn't be here, only if I had the option."

"Really?", Munson smirked, shifting in the chair, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, "That's a shame... I'd hope you would at least get some kind of sympathy for me, all this time..."

He sighed, pretending to pout and look down, his eyes switching to Y/N from time to time. The other, however, left unresponsive to Eddie's playful attempts, maintaining his death gaze, left eye twitching. Rightfully so, not everyone could be cheerful and playful after four hours of tutoring Eddie Munson. Well, tutoring is a stretch. More like trying to tutor, while he is acting like a three year old who's being forced to eat his veggies. It was seriously pissing L/N off.

***

"Hi Eddie. I expect you over at my house today, at 6. I believe you have a project in science for-"

"Ooh...", Munson turned around, facing the guy talking to him, while slowly leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms, "Yeah, sorry, no can do. Not today, at least. You see, a new campaign is going to start, right on Monday, and I really, really, need to finish it, you gotta cut me some slack here, man. I'm struggling!"

"Sorry, but I can't just tell the teacher that I cancelled our meeting, I remind you, once again, just because you need to go do nothing all evening."

He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to look at L/N with the most confused and offended expression possible.

"Yeah, sorry, I- Hah, I think you didn't quite catch me. I'm not going to be doing nothing, alright? It's extremely important to write down every single detail of the campaign, even if I'm a good improviser, that won't save me when-"

"When the teacher is going to ask you, once again, to be the first one presenting your project. But it's alright, I guess you could just present them your D&D campaign, right?"

Eddie bit his lip, lowering himself against the lockers, eyes darting somewhere down, while scratching his cheek. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his brain, he switched his gaze back to Y/N, a smile growing on his lips.

"Do you think that could work?"

***

Munson went up to his trailer, whistling some songs to himself, keys swinging on a finger.

"Look who finally decided to show up!"

Eddie almost jumped at the unexpected voice coming from behind. There stood no other than Y/N, his lips pursed, brows furrowed, and the familiar death gaze almost burned a hole in Munson's forehead. The other guy, however, smiled, hooking his hands behind his back, hips swaying in a playful manner.

"Heey there, L/N! What are you doing here? Wait! Don't answer!", he put a hand in front of him, hips freezing for some time, before the stretched out hand went back up to his chin, stroking it, as if mimicking thinking. Immediately after which, he retrained the hand back behind his back, jumping on his two, "Yes! I will go out with you! I was starting to think you wouldn't ask, man, I was kind of scared that-"

"I'm not here to ask you out, stop playing one of your games, I've been waiting here for almost an hour, and the only thing that was keeping me here was the thought, that I would get to tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are."

With the playful expression dying off Eddie's face, his hands wandering back to his sides, blinking a couple of times, he pursed his lips, eyes darting away from the other guy.

"Sorry, what'd I do?"

"You can't be fucking serious, can you?"

L/N watch in disbelief, as Munson shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, looking back at his tutor, waiting for a verdict of his guilt.

"Eddie, this was the last chance on this week's meeting. We had one planned on Tuesday, but you couldn't show up, so we moved it to Wednesday. But when I went to your house on Wednesday, we studied for exactly fifteen minutes before you had to go somewhere. So we moved a meeting on today. At seven. And you didn't fucking show up, and apparently, you don't even know we had a meeting?"

"Oh..." Munson scratched his back, loudly inhaling and biting his lower lip, his other hand sticking to his side, as if glued on, "Yeah, sorry, I... I didn't really... Remember, y'know? I had band practice and..."

***

"Heyy! Earth to Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Y/N's face, as the other one blinked, coming back to the present.

"Oh hey, handsome. There you are, what were you thinking about, hm? Was it about me?"

L/N’s gaze met Eddie’s, as he processed the smug smile on the guy’s face. And in this exact moment, the face made him unbelievably mad.

“Well? Are you going to tell me what were you think-”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” Y/N stood up from his chair, towering over Munson, “I’m tired of your childish antics, and the way you treat this whole thing. You always have something better to do, making me run around searching for you like a lovesick teenage girl, as if I don’t have anything better to do. Do you know how many plans I had to move and cancel because of you, huh?”

Eddie gulped down, trying to move away from Y/N, lowering off from his chair, holding up his hands in defense. “Hey, um- I’m sorry, dude, I promise we can figure this-”

“Oh yeah, you should be sorry, Munson. I neglected sleep and important health routines to come to your house, only to receive nothing but a bunch of disrespect towards me and my time. I don’t know what kind of a romantic scenario from a teen’s book you think this is, but I don’t like all of this, I don’t find your pathetic attempts at flirting cute, or entertaining anymore. You want to know what I think? I think you’re nothing but a noisy, annoying, disobedient brat.”

Eddie exhaled loudly, the look in his eyes shifting from pure fear to something more, as his thighs rubbed together, tongue wandering over his lips, “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” his voice fell quieter, hands wondering closer to Y/n, but still not touching him.

L/N furrowed his brows, back straightening up, trying to read the expression on the others face. But boring into his big, brown, pleading eyes just irritated him more. Y/N grabbed Munson’s chin, holding his face to look himself directly in the eyes.

“You’ll have to do a lot, that’s for sure, you little fucker. What possibly do you have to offer that would make up for all the time I wasted on you?”

Instead of answering, Eddie slightly opened his mouth, his wet tongue pushing past his lips, as it touched and massaged Y/N’s thumb, being so conveniently pressed almost against his lips, all while not breaking intense eye contact even for a second. L/N furrowed his brows, quickly pulling his arm away, looking at Munson, sitting in front of him in somewhat of disbelief and confusion. He began wiping his hand on his shirt, until an idea popped into his head.

It was clear what the Dungeon Master was hinting at, not that it wasn't unexpected: he always was pretty flirty with the other, clearly expressing his interest. And even if Y/N was unbelievably annoyed by almost every single one of his actions and words, he couldn't deny that Eddie was quite attractive.

Slowing down the hand motion, Y/N came back closer, once again towering over Munson, a predatory look in his face, which made the other one's breath faster. Without any words, L/N's hand wandered into Eddie's hair, and pulled his head up to meet his own face, their lips smashing together.

Eddie moaned from suddenness of the contact, desperately griping Y/N by the shoulders and moaning into the kiss. Their teeth clashed together, saliva dropping down both of their chins. Munson moaned once again, grinding his crotch into L/N's leg, to which, much to Eddie's disappointment, Y/N pulled away, licking his lips and admiring his work while still holding other guy's hair in his iron grip.

"Get on your knees. And don't waste my time."

Munson quickly nodded, still not completely processing what was going on, as he got on his knees, looking up at his partner, as he removed his belt and undid his pants, slowly massaging his shaft through boxers. It wasn't long, before Y/N's dick was out and almost touching Eddie's nose. Licking his lips and quickly switching his eyes to the others face to get permission, Munson carefully opened his lips and the head of L/N's cock disappeared in his warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Y/N hissed, once again tangling his hand in Eddie's hair, pushing himself down his throat, moaning, "Your mouth is so warm... Doesn't look like you struggle that much, you do this a lot?"

Munson tried shaking his head or making a noise of disapproval, but he could only whimper and choke on the massive cock occupying his mouth. L/N chuckled at the others attempts at communicating.

"You know that's not true. Eddie The Freak Munson, is also a pathetic little cocksucker. I wonder why didn't you just use your pretty little mouth to pass your classes, huh? I wouldn't be here right now, if you were just smart enough to... Oh fuck... To use the skills you have."

Eddie moaned around the shaft, as he tried to take even more in his throat, his pretty eyes watering, as he looked up to look Y/N in the face, pulling at his hips.

"Eager, baby? Don't worry, you'll get more in a second."

Y/N smiled darkly, as he pulled out of Munson's throat, leaving saliva dropping from his gaping mouth, catching air.

"Thank you... S-so much, I... I wanted this for so long..."

"Oh, don't worry, you made that really obvious. Now don't waste more of my time, and get on the bed. Get those clothes out of my way."

Eddie happily obliged, getting undressed just in seconds, climbing on the soft sheets, laying down, hair spread out, thighs rubbing against one another, trying somehow to make the growing erection better. As Y/N climbed in after him, his shirt discarded somewhere in the room, Munson bit his lip, eyes exploring the exposed body of another guy. L/N spread Eddie's legs apart himself, titling the other body, that way his cock pressed right against Munson's tight asshole.

"Wait- You're not... You're not going to... Y'know, prep?"

Y/N looked at Eddie, once again, with the familiar death gaze, loudly exhaling.

"You don't deserve to be. I'm not wasting my time on you, once again."

And with that, wasting no time, he pushed in, Eddie's loud moans bouncing off the room's walls. Y/N groaned, still waiting for some time, before pushing even forward, drowning another prolonged moan from his partner. Munson moaned, tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes squinting, as the tearing pain went up his whole body from the sudden penetration. And even though it felt like thunderbolt of pain went up his whole inside, along with it, a wave of a different feeling came rushing straight to his brain, making him almost short-circuit. Mind clouding pleasure filled his thoughts, as everything Eddie could feel was L/N's big cock exploring his insides.

"Just like that. You fucking whore. What are you smiling for? You like that don't you? You like it when I fuck your brains out? Huh? Answer me."

Munson whimpered, hardly capable of any coherent words, as every single thought of his was fucked out by the next thrust of Y/N's hips,"Y-yeah... I like it...", Was all he could muster up, before his eyes rolled back, high-pitched moans escaping his throat.

L/N sped up, biting his own lips, with a loud spanking noise landing a hand on Eddie's ass, earning a pained whimper from him, "That's fucking right. Take it, you mouthy slut. That's what you get for being such a brat," with another spank.

With a loud moan and a shiver down his whole body, Eddie came, spilling on his stomach, eyes closing.

"You loved it a little too much, I see." Y/N smiled, wiping the cum off Munson's stomach, before pushing cum covered fingers up to his lips, "Clean up the mess you made, bitch."

As an obedient little slut he is, Eddie opened his mouth, gladly taking the fingers in his mouth and letting his tongue explore, sucking and licking them clean.

"That's a good whore."

Munson moaned at that, his hand rolling onto his eyes, as his whole body shook from the thrusts. Lips trembling with overstimulation, his spent cock getting red and hardening a little.

"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for being so bad... I-I love your dick. I love your dick so- so much, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, rewarding Eddie with a particularly deep thrust, before resuming his merciless pace, while gripping at the others thighs.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more, baby boy."

Eddie gulped, trying harder to form a sentence, "It was a while since... Since someone pounded me like this, ah! Ha... Please, use my fucking hole... I wanted that big cock of yours for awhile. If- if you want... You could be the only one who's allowed to use it."

Munson moaned, once again rolling his eyes back, as he felt another climax nearing. He lifted up his legs in the air, hooking them up behind Y/N's back to pull him even closer. L/N groaned, biting down into Eddie's neck, exploring it with his tongue and teeth.

"Mark me! I'm all yours, Y/N! All yours! I'm sorry for being such a bad boy, I'm going to behave!", Tears trickled down to Eddie's open mouth, mixing with his saliva.

"That's what I needed to hear, baby," L/N groaned in Munson's ear, as his thrusts became more sloppy, his hand gripping Eddie's ass.

"Please, give me your load! Please, please, please, Y/N! You can use me like that whenever you want! Whenever you're not satisfied with my behaviour! I'm yours, your little fucktoy!"

Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, as he came again, feeling that Y/N did soon after, too, his seed spilling inside Munson, as he moaned, throwing his head up.

Eddie quietly whimpered, as his partner layed beside him, both sweaty and breathing heavily.

"I will not be... Late at any of our meetings... Ever again."

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jayden-killer · 1 year

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He does not lie!

Hello, hello, hellooo!! I know, i know, i disappeared for, like, 2 months or so. UNIVERSITY HAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME MY FREE TIME, and that sucks. I also did not have any ideas, so you see, my inspiration went away with my time, too. I hope to bring more content from now on because i really want to. I hope you fellas enjo this Kakyoin one-short, basically based on a recent dream i made (THAT FELT SO REAL WTF)!

Warnings: none, pure fluffness!!

Paring: Kakyoin Noriaki × GN! Reader.

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Wind was blowing in the now cold desert. Chills travelled on my arms, making me uncontrollably shiver. The fire helped, but not totally. I led my gaze on the men around me: Joseph and Avdol were discussing something I didn't really recall, as for Jotaro and Polnareff... well, it was just Polnareff talking, while Jotaro took mental note of everything he was saying (or maybe he's pretending to listen to all Polnareff's rambling). You know, those one-to-one conversations. Iggy was comfortably sitting by a rock, peacefully sleeping, until someone was calling out to me.

–Hey, Y/N. Are you okay there, little one?–

It was Joseph's voice that snapped me out of my thoughts. I nodded, giving him a thumbs up to signal that i was actually doing fine.– I am, old man!– with that, he ruffled my hair.

–That's better!–

–Want a tangerine?–

It was Avdol now. I took from his hand the fruit and smiled politely. –Thanks, I was getting a bit hungry, again, even if we ate.. two hours ago?–

–It was forty minutes ago– Avdol corrected me.

–Jeez, I'm losing track of time!– I laughed at my own joke, and Joseph laughed along me while Avdol chuckled, shaking his head.

The conversation between us died, and i let myself focus on peeling the fruit, even if I could swear someone's gaze was on me. Lifting my head with curiosity, I see it was Kakyoin who has been watching me until our gazes met. His cheeks tingled with little pink, smile slightly curving up. He waved at me: it was just a simple gesture, yet i found it to be adorable. I waved back, smile on my face seeing his. He did a gesture with his hand, signalling me to come next to me, followed by a ``Do you mind sitting next to me?´´ mimicked.

I giggled. He was definitely inviting me to make him some company since Polnareff and Jotaro were too lost in their conversation. ``I would love to! I'm coming´´ I mimicked back. Joseph and Avdol didn't notice my absence once I started to walk to Kakyoin. He moved a little so I could sit next to him, now closer to the fire. I could hear the creaking noise made by the flames and his hot breath barely some inches from my face. He was so tall even seated!

We didn't move a single muscle, as for the words. It was just our eyes speaking. He kept his gentle smile on.

–Did you eat your tangerine?– he finally spoke. I was snapped away from my thoughts. This led me to break eye contact between us. I did not know how much we kept looking, but it felt like paradise!

Words died in my mouth. The fire lights made him look like an angel. I could be mistaking him for one!

–Well, Y/N?–

Please, say my name with that angelic voice of yours once again, and I may die peacefully once and for all!

–I was, until you called me to come here. Why thought?–My fingers kept peeling off the fruit's skin, waiting for his answer.

–I enjoy spending time with you–.

Again, my gaze met his. He turned his head, watching the fire's flames now dying little by little. –Although we have not spoken so much since we left Japan, I sincerely want our bond to be stronger. I find your company to be... comforting–.

I kept listening to his words.

–Somehow, you remind me of my mother–.

–Do I?–

–You do–He chuckled, –and I don't certainly lie!–

–Oh well, I said, throwing my hands up, –if you say so!–

Our laughers filled the space around us. I was really glad about Kakyoin's words. I know he wasn't lying at all. After all, he was a sincere man, frank, but sincere. That made him more... him!

–The fire is dying– He pointed out. –You should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day–.

–I know. Cairo's near– I finished for him.

–Good–.

Our conversation was followed with silence, and i couldn't help mìbut fidgeting with my hands. –I'll go to sleep, then–. I stood up from the sand and went over to reach my sleeping bag. I didn't notice it before, but it seemed Joseph and Polanreff were already snoring. Damn it, now it'll be harder to fall asleep...

–And Y/N?–

I turned around. He, too, stood up and let his hand touch mine. His eyes travelled from my eyes to my lips, then cheeks. I could tell he was uncertain. –I didn't wish you goodnight–.

It was soon followed by a sweet kiss, right on my left cheek. I knew i was turning red, and that only made his smirk grow wider, but oh god! He had no right to make me so flushtered! I wish I could have wished him a good night, too, but that man walked away from me before I could. Was this a way to hide his embarrassment? I do hope so. I might be shy or clumsy, but his shyness can't be hidden. He can't lie.

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mnoxsk · 2 years

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“Love Me IRL” Idia x Male!Reader Headcannons Pt1

Summary: How you meet, what he does when he’s in love/has a crush on you, what happens when you reciprocate.

Genre: Fluff

-This man rarely goes out so It’s almost impossible to meet him face-to-face. You would most definitely meet him in-game. Bro also probably has a goofy name like “Hade’s Left Hand”, “Walmart Version of Hades”, or a cringe name like “tHe GrIm ReApEr” lol. During one of his boss raids he would immediately be caught glaring at your ass because of how cool he thought your avatar was (AND BRO WAS HE EMBARRASSED). During the boss fight though only 25% of the people still alive and all the healers were dead AND BRO WAS TRYING TO HOLD ONTO DEAR LIFE. As a fatal attack almost hit him you blocked the hit and took the sacrifice, letting your character die. After the boss fight he would thank you for helping him live for a split second and apologize for losing some of your stuff when dying, wanting to at least give in return. You do take up that offer however wanted to become friends with him and he, without a single thought about it, accepted it (like bro is very picky choosy of his friends so for you to get in that friends list is like seeing a unicorn).

-When he started realizing that he has a crush on you was during a 24-hour quest where both of you had to stay online that long to get a ‘special prize’ that was told around the game and wanted to test it. Majority of the time you both went on hidden missions and fought low leveled bosses for the newbies. However during the last couple minutes you both talked more seriously about your lives.

“I bet you’re real cool irl man. Like every time I can’t help but be amazed of how cool you are!” You announced to him in voice chat. “I’ll be honest with you man, I’m not that amazing you think I am. I can barely go outside without thinking that people will judge me.” “Is that so..? Hmm, well if we meet and hangout a lot will that change?” As you ask that he chuckles before answering. “Haha, maybe.” -Mission is complete- -Here is your reward- “Oh sweet man! Lets see what we got!” As you both check your inventories he realizes that there’s a certain ‘title’ they unlocked but before he can fully inspect it he looks to see you equipped it. -Name: Y/N- -Title: Just Married- “Like my title man? ;).” Idia freezes before his hair turns pink. “UNEQUIP THAT SH*T RIGHT NOW!” “NO WAY HAHAA!”

-Bro ran after you in-game for an hour before giving up and honestly after looking at it a couple times more, he honestly likes the idea of you being his husband. After that expect his hair to be a light pink when playing with you and “jokingly” flirting with you. He also eventually equips the title aswell and whoever slanders it will be killed. Not only that but he’ll share his “trash items” when they’re literally the best in game.

-Once he realizes it he’ll pamper you’re ass so much. Need help with commissions? Already did them. Some guy is beating you up? Who are they because they ‘bouta get their ass whooped. He also likes flirt joking with you often and (consentually) grabbing yo male ass for fun when he’s literally head over heels for you BUT WON’T CONFESS (LIKE PLEASE DO IT FOR HIM MAN). Also every time you play with him he’ll have light pink hair and a big goofy smile to chase it. LIKE HE JUST LOVES YOU.

-If you confess to him in game or chat he will actually stop playing games for the whole day, just thinking about it in his mind while he screams as of why he left you like that. Not only that but he’ll finally take that bath he hasn’t taken ever since he fell in love and waited for your ass to get on to play with him. If he confesses it will probably be in a nature-like area where it sets that romantic mood and is away from people. AND I SWEAR IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG TO ANSWER HIM HE WILL JUST LEAVE THE GAME FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE UNLESS YOU KNOW HIM IRL. :)

-After you reciprocate his hair will just be a whole ass rosy pink with the stupidest yet cutest smile every single time he thinks about you. LIKE HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU MAN.

Also I would write more but that’s for part 2 SO HA HA >:)

#idia x male reader #fluff #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst x male reader #mlm #x male reader #twst fluff #idia fluff

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Hello Sashi! I find your new event super interesting and I saw you are accepting requests from Bleach too? then could you please write some NSFW for Ichimaru Gin with fem! reader? Any prompt you could think of it's ok with me 🐍💗 Thank you

Hi honey!! sure!! This is the first time I write for Gin and let me tell you the one I'm posting is the FIFTH version of it 😂. Gin is a very important character to me as well as Rangiku, so it is kinda inspired on them! I hope you enjoy! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 ~ 𝕴𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝕱! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ~ 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗

tw: it looks as if it was a non con at first, but it isn't. Gin would never, he will ask for consent, don't fear. It's heavily inspired on the canon events and his relationship with Rangiku. Also, because Gin is a man who did everything for love does not mean he is a saint, he has a machiavelic idea of "the end justifies any means". And so, my take is that he would make you feel like you are trapped with him, because how can you leave a man who is willing to do as many things as he will do for you?. It's super lovely in fiction, but be careful when it comes to real life. Other than that, the make sweet love and there is also fingering and mental games.

Royal AU in Las Noches. Gin is a Prince. Aizen the King.

wc: 2.3k

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Waking up, his smile… His smile and eyes closed look at you.

Everything around is so white and sterile; a single window leads to an eternal night outside. “Where am I?... Who are you?” you mumble, feeling your arms and legs restrained. It’s cold, it makes your skin bumpy.

You lay over an aluminium litter, his smile is persistent and with his index he touches the tip of your nose.

You move your face away from his graze, he is not hurting you, but he is scary. Wearing the typical royal clothes, so white with a little sky-blue sash around his hipbones. Why is he looking at me with eyes closed?

“Please, don’t hurt me” you moan as you hear him giggling with a soft, melodic voice. “Are you that delicate the mere graze of my fingertip will hurt you?” he asks, now caressing your cheek with it. You fix your eyes on the window outside, trying to avoid look at the other side where he is.

A half moon shines bright on a dark, dark firmament. Could it be that I am inside the castle already? But what castle? I can’t remember!

Your head hurts from trying to remember, why… why are you here?

“You haven’t answered yet… are you that delicate?”

A cold shiver runs through your spine, why this man’s touch feel like a snake crawling on your flesh? It’s oppressive, it feels dangerous and asphyxiating… why am I here, after all?

His thumb also joins your face, moving your chin towards him. You blink several times, adjusting your eyes to the white color of bright lights. His silver hair reflects them, his pale skin too. Around, everything looks like a laboratory, maybe an infirmary.

“Apparently the cat’s got your tongue…” he says, smiling even bigger. He looks like a snake… a snake… “Prince Ichimaru?!” you suddenly chime, realizing the man next to you is no other than the youngest brother of King Aizen.

“Good, you at least recognize your superiors”

And it’s true, he is your superior, of course he is. You are just a commoner… but why were you here and why you are tied? You ponder asking him, but, what if you were captured for some reason you can’t remember?

He comes closer to your face, his nose and lips dangerously lingering over yours. What a handsome man he is. “Try not to move, you have a head injury” he informs you, but that still doesn’t solve the mystery of why you are here.

Prince Ichimaru walks away, and you listen him opening the tab. Water running, he is probably washing his hands.

“Thank you, My Prince… but can I ask why I am here?” you ask, once and for all. Your mind won’t let you live in peace, plus, you are probably a prisoner, so you have to know what to expect -besides dying-.

Gin, Gin Ichimaru. That’s his name. Prince Gin Ichimaru. He giggles, softly. A laughter shouldn’t be scary, oh but his it is. Acting like a sweet fox, but with words and actions of a snake. He is one of the most formidable princes after the King of Hueco Mundo.

He turns around, drying his hands with a little towel. His steps cannot be heard as if he was crawling instead of walking.

“You are here because you wanted to escape from my prison” he says, smirking. Your expression changes from confused to worried… prison? Why was I in prison?! “And because you wanted to, our guards caught you wandering through the halls of Las Noches. Were you looking for me?”

You gasp, you really can’t remember, why would you search for the prince? “I- My Prince, I seriously can’t remember!” you quickly try to excuse yourself, making the utmost effort to remember why you are a criminal.

“Why don’t you let me help your remember, (Name)?” he says, throwing the little towel on your eyes. Complete darkness, the sweet smell of a manly perfume invades your nose coming from the cloth.

You sudden feel wet lips, as soft as silk over your ear. You can hear him calmly breathe, and then a whispery giggle. You shiver, afraid but with an unstoppable heat growing in your lower belly. “You don’t remember you are mine, (Name)?”

“Yours?”

The sound of the big zipper of the white clothes you were wearing going down announces you are being undressed. You squirm, why is he undressing you? Why is he saying you are his?

“Stop, please!” you whine and plead.

Gin stops, you can feel your cleavage almost fully opened. “You really don’t remember me? You are mine, (Name)… You are one of my little fucktoys that live in the dungeons just for me to use” he whispers and proceeds to touch your neck and play with a little silver collar you have. “Who gave you this, hum? What do we do with this when you serve me?” he says, making no sense to you, because you are not buying the fact that you are just a mere “fuck toy”. This time he pulls from the chain of your collar and slowly chokes you.

You cough, the unexpected cold feeling of the collar pressing your throat cuts your airflow for some seconds. Sudden flashes of old memories come to your mind, and you can’t really process them. But there are crystal blue eyes, like the day sky, so beautiful yet so mysterious.

He keeps pulling, more and more. You can even feel the chain carving marks on your flesh and your head feels dizzy as lack of oxygen affects you.

“Do you remember already?” he asks, persistent and with even angst in his voice. “What colour are your eyes, my prince?” you inquire, trying to make him stop but also trying to understand if he is the one from your memories.

Gin stops pulling from the collar and breathes alleviated. “Let me help you remember, and I’ll show them to you” he urges, taking the towel off your face. “Would you, my beautiful servant?” he whispers, playing with his thumb over your lower lip.

You debate yourself in between saying no or yes, and it’s not that you are afraid for your life now… you might want him to show you why you are his…

“Yes, My Prince… help me remember why I am yours”

“Good girl…”

He takes the time to free himself from the white cape that covers his upper body. “See? You normally do this for me, but now I have to do it myself since you have to be restricted”

You wonder why you are, but soon your thoughts are cut short. Lean beautiful body flashes before you, his hakama pants covering just the centre part of his belly button down and the sides of his hips completely exposed to you.

You sigh, beautiful work of art of a man…

“Can I kiss your lips, (Name)?” he asks, coming closer slowly to you. The way his hipbones protrude and move while he walks it’s hypnotizing.

You nod, lips separated, in awe.

His smile, oh… his smile. His grin and his lips pressed against your lips. His tongue playing with yours, slowly, steadily, and painfully sexily.

Kissing you down your chin and neck, Gin proceeds to lower your zipper fully. It ends under your belly button, but for him seems to be enough for now. Your breasts free themselves from the tight white uniform covering them.

Your prince licks his lips, like a true snake. He pounces from the side over your right breast, the cold ambient make your nipples hard, hard enough for him to enjoy sucking them. And he does it so deathly. He has pretty sharp fangs that make you squirm when they graze your sensitive tissue.

You can’t help but moan, a melody that makes him go even feral. Cold fingers press and pull from the nipple he is not sucking, but never once you could see him open his eyes. It feels so good, but is he the man with the sky deep eyes of your memories?

“As always, so hard…” he mumbles, with lips around your already bitten breasts. Because he bites, he bites everywhere. He doesn’t stop, even if he got a little satisfied with sucking you out, and so he proceeds to the next movement.

He now stands in the feet of the litter. The biggest smirk yet, he shows you. Gin sucks his middle and ring fingertips. “I’m sure this will make you remember your prince, my sweet slut. In fact, I can assure you are not wearing panties right now… that’s one of my requirements too”

Lifting your skirt, he acknowledges the fact that he was right. And you gasp as he, violently, sticks his fingers inside you. “Gin…” you moan, when he goes madly in and out, in beckoning motions hitting the perfect spot inside your walls.

“Gin… Gin…” he laughs, destroying your insides by the strong pumping motions of his arm. You realized you have stopped calling him like “my Prince” but rather you are using his name. And he is not mad, in fact he is enjoying this.

Your legs want to close, but you can’t as they are tied to the sides of the bed. The white cold material used hurts your ankles, but you can’t stop moving. He won’t let you breath until you come just like he wants you to.

And you are certainly on the verge of such happening.

“Come” he commands, pressing your lower belly as he fingers you. You widen your eyes; he can order you and you seem to be programmed to comply. “I- I wi-“ you stutter, panting and sweating. Explosive orgasm bathes your clothes, the litter, and his forearm.

“My my… messy as always!” he says, so nonchalantly shaking his arm getting rid of your climax release. “So? Still don’t remember me? Or should I keep going?” he asks, sure you have recovered your memory a long time ago.

And the truth is, that even if you don’t remember why you are his servant, your body does. Your body needs more, more of him. You don’t care the reasons you are there, if your forehead is bleeding from the pressure of the past orgasm, you don’t really even care if he is really the man in your mind.

“Keep going… please”. “I wasn’t planning on stopping either way… remember, You. Are. Mine”

He unties the hakama cords, letting it fall to the ground. Your eyes travel right where the V of his abdominal muscles end, fair skin, and that little mark you can remember. You can remember when he got it done, that scar has been always fascinating to you… he is Gin, your Gin… you don’t need to see his eyes…

But still… why are you tied in this sterile room? Why are you hurt? Why you were a prisoner?

Gin crawls up on the metallic bed, moving in between your legs. He kisses your lips, caressing with utmost love and care your cheek. “My beautiful servant” he mumbles. You know you should ask why he is treating you like his servant, however you keep it quiet.

His hardness rests over your sex, he doesn’t penetrate you. He needs a moment, and so do you. You love this man; you love this man like nobody else in this world… then why you are being treated like this?

Whispering in your ear, so low, almost inaudible he tells you to please play along a little longer. “Please, don’t … don’t ask me, try to remember…” he says, untying your hands from the white cold restraints that were stopping you from touching him.

And you don’t ask, and you receive him trusting blindly in him and burying your nails in his back.

He stays still for some seconds, enjoying the warming compression of your walls, you enjoy the pleasant stretch of them. His skin does not feel cold any longer, it feels warm, caring, loving.

His chest separate from yours, arching his back. His arms bear the weight of his body over yours, and his hips begin to move. He is not smiling any longer, his lips separated, shaky breathing as he concentrates in pumping in and out of you. Every thrust pushes you a step closer to climax, a symphony creates with his moans mixed with yours.

Your hands slip from his back to his lean waist, accompanying the motion of his back and forth stabbing into you. “Gin…” you whisper, in between sighs and about to reach peak pleasure.

His ecstatic expression pauses when he hears you calling his name and after eternal seconds of himself fucking you so deep, his eyes open. Glorious icy irises fixed on yours, telling you everything you didn’t remember. The connection feels out of this world, as if old souls were joining back again after many centuries apart.

Both finish simultaneously, together like two halves joined in a whole unity. “I love you” he mouths, making sure his hair covers his face when he says so and then collapsing over your squirming, raptured body.

“I will wait for you, my prince; I will wait for you until you kill the King… I will wait in the dungeon like your faithful fucktoy. Kill him, Gin” you whisper into his ear. “I will wait, and I will do this as many times as needed to be able to touch your skin” you continue, taking a look at the camera in the corner of the room… because in Las Noches everything is under surveillance and you two know it too well.

And nobody, absolutely nobody could know Prince Gin will spear the false God’s heart… The false King that took so much from you, King Aizen ~

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i am no mother, i am no bride

rating: T fandom: my hero academia relationships: todoroki rei/todoroki enji, todoroki rei & todoroki touya themes: domestic violence & implied/referenced child abuse, todoroki rei becoming a badass mofo, quirk evolution read on ao3

We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children

We come out of the womb hungry.

We kick and cry and scream for our mother’s milk — for a feeding spoon, for our father’s gentle smile, for a hand in our own and a home to keep warm.

We come out of the womb hungry for love, and so many of us die starved.

Todoroki Enji was a man built for warmth. He was a man with the kind of smile Himura Rei spent her entire life craving from her own flesh and blood. He was a man who seemed ready to feed her stomach full of everything she’d spent her life without.

His wedding proposal is fattened by an antique vase from the Meiji period, hand-crafted and meticulously detailed with the indigo brushstrokes of a rising phoenix, filled to the brim with bright and blue rindou flowers, “I was told these are your favorite.”

Just the sight of Todoroki Enji’s big hands engulfing the ceramic piece worth more than the entire Himura estate awakens the ravenous beast in Rie’s stomach — claws out and ready to gorge on every vow that drips so deliciously from stern lips.

“They match the color of your eyes,” Rei accepts and bats her lashes — the way her mother said thin women must do should they seek to be nourished by plentiful men.

Stern lips pull into a pleased smile, “Then let us hope our children have my eyes and your elegant taste.”

Oh, how famine makes us so desperate.

The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most

Sometimes, Rei wonders about a life where her husband is not a hero.

Would his shoulders relax? Would he smile wider? Would he touch her more? Would he still have the insatiable need to be the very best and would he still feel absolute devastation when he is proven, yet again, that someone else has already taken that place?

Would this marriage be the same? Would he be the same?

Would he still slam the front door in the dead silence of their enormous home to announce his presence? Would he still kick his shoes halfway across the living room and shove his coat into Rei’s arms with nothing more than a curt, “What’s for dinner?” and would Rei still find the site of his retreating back more familiar than the warm smile he had gifted her on the day of his proposal?

Is there a world where Todoroki Enji is able to enjoy the life he already has?

They eat in a silence that Rei has learned to find a belly-aching comfort in.

“This is good, thank you,” Enji’s comment surprises Rei, and the corners of her lips are already ticking upwards.

“Thank you,” She feeds herself a spoonful.

“You haven’t made this in a long time.”

Rei laughs as she lays her hand over her protruding belly, “This little one has been making me crave the randomest cuisine,” She hopes her first-born looks like her.

Enji smiles, and for a second, Rei’s heart sings full with it.

“He’ll be a strong hero with an appetite like that.”

Her smile falters, “Our child will be strong in whatever they pursue.”

Enji stops eating.

‘Gods,’ Is there a world where Todoroki Rei’s shame over her gluttonous heart will ever swallow itself whole into the gratitude her mother demanded up till her dying breath?

Enji puts his fork down. His eyes are angry, and the base of Rei’s spine straightens automatically — in preparation for what, she hasn’t figured out yet.

“Do you not want our son to become a hero?”

If Todoroki Enji was not a hero, would he still twist every single thing that comes out of Rei’s mouth?

He calls their child ‘son,’ as if he’s already laid out their entire life. Rei wants to protest — ‘What if our child does not feel like our son? What if our child is not born with the same hunger as their father?’ — but she holds her tongue.

Women who protest are often left to starve.

You need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings

In all the ways Rei could not have imagined, it is the call of her first-born that quenches her parched heart.

Touya’s soft and giggly, ‘Mama,’ fills every single one of her husband’s empty promises. She holds his tiny feet in her palms and stretches out his fat thighs in rotation as she sings the radio tunes that have been filling the silence her husband leaves behind when he goes to work. With every passing day, she feeds her son until her sore breasts are empty and he no longer needs her help to waddle toward where she cooks his next meal. She pours all the light and love she never received into Touya’s bright blue eyes until they bloom just as beautifully as the rindou flowers she starts to buy herself.

For three whole years, her happiness is not tied to the efforts of a bountiful man, but to those of her own two hands. Her first-born inherited the fiery red hair and resolved blue eyes of his father, but for all intents and purposes, Touya is Rei’s child.

Unfortunately, after Touya’s third birthday, it comes to light that her first-born had also inherited his father’s flames.

It happens during a tantrum. Rei is out of ingredients for cold soba, and Touya is crying — “But-but! Mama always makes cold soba when I’m s-sick!” — and Enji is slamming his newspaper on their dining table, about to reprimand his son when the room flashes with heat and the smell of Enji’s burning newspaper fills Rei’s nose with smoke while her husband's astonished smile fills her heart with dread.

“Enji, please tell me that was you…”

Enji shakes his head, “It was not.”

“I-I — wha — that wasn’t! M-Mama…?” Her first-born looks so scared, “I-I didn’t mean to!” Touya begs, rivers of fresh and frightened tears running down his chubby cheeks.

Just as she’s about to comfort her son, Enji’s booming laughter drowns out her first-born’s fear and makes both mother and son jolt in surprise as Enji swings their child upon his shoulders, “My boy!”

Touya’s breath hitches and he scrambles to catch his balance on his father’s broad shoulders, tiny hands gripping the perfect crop of auburn hair. A questioning whimper escapes Touya’s throat, and Rei’s heart breaks.

It is the first time his father has held Touya since his birth. The first time her husband has laughed in all the time Rei has known him. The first time Enji has shown a pride that has nothing to do with his competition’s failures.

“You’re going to be the best hero in the whole world, Touya!”

Her son sniffles, “O-Okay.”

It is the moment Touya stops being Rei’s child, and instead Enji’s successor.

You need to go to war to find material to sing

“Gods, he’s not even in fucking Japan, and he’s still the Number One Hero!”

Every day is like this — ‘All Might this, All Might that, are the people blind? What more do I have to do? These quirkless idiots don’t know a worthy hero when it’s staring them in their fucking faces!’

“Touya, hurry and finish your food. It’s almost training time.”

Rei hardly has an appetite these days, “You need to let him rest after eating, Enji. He’ll get sick.”

There’s ice flowing through her veins but nothing freezes her blood like when her husband gives her that look — the one where brilliant blue eyes demand her to remember her place.

“Nuh-uh! I’m strong, Mama!”

Rei takes a deep breath and tries to remember that she is a person, not a placeholder. “I know you are, Touya,” She smiles at her first-born, “But your food needs to digest before any activity. You got sick last night, didn’t you?”

A thoughtful look passes through her son’s undeniably young face and he turns to his father, “That’s true…”

The large fists on the dining table clench, and the sparse auburn hair dusting over Enji’s knuckles stands out against the whitened skin that’s been cut off from its regular blood flow.

“That is why we pay for those doctors to stay with us,” Her husband cajoles through gritted teeth, “They gave you medicine, didn’t they, son?”

Touya’s small spine straightens, “Uhm, y-yeah, that’s true! I’ll be fine, Mama — Dad will make sure I’m okay!”

Rei misses when Touya’s trusting smile was directed towards her, towards the one person in this house who would never push their first-born to the point of needing medicine intravenously. For all his claims of being a traditional man, her husband berated her one night for grinding up the roots of her rindou flowers into the bitter tonic her mother used to pour into her upset stomach — “Please, in this day and age, really, Rei? It’s ridiculous, an utter waste, to ruin your flowers for something that will only work half as well as what the doctors I pay will clear up in an hour. Silly woman, let the flowers do what they’re meant to and keep our home looking elegant. That’s why they’re your favorite, hm? There’s no need to overcompensate.”

For a Top Hero, her husband can be quite thick. Back then and now.

Enji’s training schedule has ripped her first-born from the right to his childhood. When her husband leaves for work, Touya is to practice his form and meditate in the training room, while Rei is to leave his lunch at the door like a prison guard. When her husband returns from work, their family dinners are allotted a measly thirty minutes before Touya is to spend the rest of the evening training with a man six times his age and experience. All the while Rei is to sit outside, listen to her child’s pained cries and heaving gags, and zip her lips shut lest her husband finds out that his refined and thinly disguised torture is not as secret as he thinks it is.

Rei has not spent time with her child in so long and with every passing day, the voracious beast in her heart screams at the starvation of it

“Touya needs a sibling.”

Shock moves through Rei’s body, “I… I was thinking the same thing, actually.”

Could Todoroki Enji actually be paying attention to the loneliness that harrows their first-born’s beautiful blue eyes?

In the rare moments Rei manages to wheedle Touya into a sit-down breakfast and play a movie before starting his training, Touya tilts his head in wonder at the portrayal of siblings. They often have to watch these movies in increments — half one day, the other half the next — and the method gives Touya the eager excitement of hope for the new day, something to look forward to. They often pause the movie in the middle of its climax.

“Mama, Mama! That guy’s sister isn’t gonna actually die, right?”

“I guess we’ll have to see, baby.”

“I like it when you braid my hair, but it’s funny when her sister does it like that — all messy and with the clips!”

“I guess her little hands need more practice, hm?”

“I’d be the best older brother — like him! No, wait, better than him! I wouldn’t make ‘em cry like he does — that’s mean!”

There are times Touya will be immersed in the plot, but the conversation he always brings up with his mother surrounds the concept of siblings — family his age to exchange embarrassing secrets with, to play around in the pristine Todoroki backyard, to take care of and be taken care of by small hearts and juvenile hands that will grow wrinkled and frail together.

The hope for her husband’s humanity dies with his next sentence, “It will be good to have a motivator. Competition makes the best of us.”

The cold that wraps around her heart has nothing to do with the dazed look in her husband’s foolish eyes, “Enji?”

But he does not hear her concern. “I had hoped Touya would inherit both our quirks, but perhaps that was naive,” He turns to look at Rei, “I ensure Touya will come out a truly worthy hero, but we must keep trying for a dual-quirked child. Perhaps, that child will even strengthen our son, push him to overcome his weaknesses! Ah, Rei, I promise you — the Todoroki name will go down in history, and no one will even remember All Might.”

The night of Touya’s conception was the closest semblance of something like love Rei has ever felt in her life. On the night of their wedding, Enji was gentle and attentive. His large hands had wrapped around Rei’s waist as if she was an entity to be savored. His warm lips traced over the lines of her untouched skin as if he were sending a prayer into her very bones. His husky voice had spent the night checking in with everything that made Rei soar to the skies and stop short at anything less.

So when her husband had declared he was ready for more children, against her gut instinct, Rei’s heart had cracked open at the wish to feel that reverent touch again.

The fates laughed at Rei’s inability to understand that broken dreams are the only thing they have in store for her.

The conception of Todoroki Fuyumi was a horribly clinical affair. Gone were the soft hands and devout lips, the gentle check-ins and the concern for Rei’s pleasure. Todoroki Rei had never felt so used in her life, and it’s a feeling she’ll never forget.

Thus, when her first daughter was born, Rei manifested her children’s embrace would erase whatever craving she had for a husband’s touch. As she rested on the delivery table, she pushed her slick bangs from her forehead and watched with tired eyes as her first-born marveled over the small bundle of his wish-come-true.

“I’m gonna protect you from everything, Fuyumi-Yumi-chan. Dad says I was born to be the best, so I’m gonna be the best older brother ever!”

But alas, the fates do not favor the Todoroki family.

Her husband is quick to cast Fuyumi aside, and there is nothing her older brother can do to protect her denied heart. Rei is all too familiar with fatherly famine, and in her remedy to feed Fuyumi with everything she has, Rei forgets that starvation takes form in many different ways.

Her first-born is barely seven years old when his parents find out that he did, in fact, inherit both of his parents' quirks — in the worst way possible.

The whole family reaps the consequences.

Natsou’s conception is when Rei finally learns that her no’s do not matter. It is the turning point where she experiences to the fullest extent exactly how her husband will always get what he wants.

“I know how we can ensure this child is perfect, Rei. There’s this new technology, in vitro fertilization — it is specifically for quirks. Genius! To think, we could have done this from the start… Oh, how our efforts would not have been wasted.”

“I have told you time and time again, he is your responsibility! Why haven’t you stopped this nonsense? Are you really so useless? Gods, it is because of you that Touya is acting like this — you poisoned him with your weak constitution, and it is that same constitution that weakens you as his mother! If it is up to me to train that out of him, then it is only fair that you receive the same treatment!”

“What have you done… What have you done to my perfect son!”

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape.

The blinding white light makes Rei’s head pound.

“... oki-san. Todoroki-san, are you with us?”

Rei hums. She tried to nod but her neck had never felt so limp.

“The medicine we gave you is starting to wear off.”

“M-Medicine?” Rei’s throat feels like sandpaper.

“Yes, Todoroki-san. Do you know where you are?”

She wills the strength to shake her head once. It makes her stomach roll.

“You’ve been admitted to the Musutafu Behavioral and Wellness Hospital by your husband. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands now.”

She vomits all over her hospital gown before everything goes black once again.

Rei can’t quite pinpoint the moment she started to fill the void of her aching belly with alcohol. She thinks it may have started after her eldest son attacked his newborn brother.

A glass of red wine paired with her dinner quickly escalated into one that accompanied every meal of the day, then an extra for a midnight snack, then a glass for every hour in between to punish herself for the silence of all her children ignoring her poisonous presence. And when Enji caught on, like the vigilant hero he is, he quickly banned her from the one thing that numbed the gnawing beast she was born with down to nothing but a silent phantom — acknowledged by the chilling tension in the air, but no longer a physical commodity to be felt or heard.

But Todoroki Enji is a hero, and heroes are rarely home.

Rei turned to the solution of sneaky teens under orthodox households who found that clear spirits poured into water bottles are enough to ward off the attention from authority figures that care more about frivolous things like reputation and image over the human that supposedly lives inside their genetic possessions. And just like those sneaky teens, Rei found that the harder the alcohol, the easier it is to live under a dictatorship.

Gin, vodka, tequila — they all take away the burden of caring.

So Rei’s body doesn’t belong to her — so what? It never did. So her children despise her — so what? She hates herself, too. So her husband doesn’t touch her — so fucking what? She hasn’t craved the heavy grab of his thick hands for years.

So her fourth and last child is her husband’s prized possession — so what? It’s better to be the luxurious watch on a businessman’s wrist than to be tossed away like the dirty tissue paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe, like the rest of the Todoroki family.

During one of these blissfully blurry nights, Rei makes the fascinating diagnosis that she is fireproof.

How? Well, under the haze of whatever she poured into her last cup of coffee, she’d accidentally switched the wrong setting of her iron to Enji’s new silk dress-shirt for his upcoming Hero Gala and burnt a hole straight through it. She was so out of it, she didn’t even flinch at the flaming grip coming to engulf her tiny arm — ‘when did I lose so much weight?’ — and when nothing happened, when she felt absolutely nothing beyond the bruising pressure of his grip, when Enji’s azure eyes widened at her lack of agony, she laughed.

“Huh, would you look at that?” She snorted, “If only I had poisoned Touya the right way!”

Unfortunately, she was not immune to the crack against her face. However, the alcohol helped with that, too.

Caught in the wonder of her nonflammable skin, it seems she must have tested her theory about whether or not, this time, she poisoned her youngest son the right way.

When the doctors tell her what she did to Shouto, Rei cries for three days straight.

It took one horrible, drunken mistake to completely eradicate twelve years of carefully constructed motherhood. It’s hard for Rei to come to terms with how her husband’s deliberate actions will never erase his entitlement to her children — his children, now.

The doctors don’t care for her sober pleas. They don’t take her fears seriously, they don’t allow her to mourn what she’s lost, and they most certainly do not let her forget precisely why this abandonment can only be the fault of her own.

When she raises her fists, they trap her in unmovable fabric so tight it’s hard to breathe — so she does not fight.

When she raises her voice, they drug her to the point that she wakes up to a new month — so she does not scream.

When she declines to eat, they strap her down and inject her with liquid that only churns the ache in her belly to something sick — so she does not refuse.

She does not fight, she does not scream, she does not refuse — it’s almost like she never left home.

What strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within

There’s a television in Rei’s room that the doctors almost never let her turn on. It’s symbolically there for incentive. For when Rei takes the medicine that lulls her to a dreamless sleep, attends the group activities for anger issues she does not identify with, and eats the food that does nothing to sate the lifelong hunger that brought her into this mess.

A privilege — ‘not a right!’ — for when she is a very good girl.

Only — it’s on now.

Rei doesn’t know much about the outside world. The son she disfigured grew up into someone who has found it within himself to visit her semi-regularly this past year, but he treats her frustratingly delicate — like a shattered cup hastily glued back together, pouring the tiniest bouts of information into her decade-empty cavern with the expectation the contents will leak through and splatter the floor of these hideous off-white tiles.

He’d said nothing of the faceless zombie who sits in the 20-inch box of her unearned privilege.

“My name…” The zombie’s head lifts up to reveal his very-much-alive eyes, “is Todoroki Touya.”

Her whole body freezes over.

“The Number One Hero is my father.”

She starts to sweat.

Is this a trick? Has she finally lost her mind?

But she knows those tired eyes. Grotesque and patched up, surrounded by unhealed burns stapled to the pale skin she used to rub the pads of her fingers over and over again to wipe away heartbroken tears, mottled bruises, and training-induced vomit.

“Yes, the so-called ‘villain’ in front of you is Endeavor’s eldest son.”

Villain? Please, Rei has long stopped labeling people as villains when she realized she was legally tied to one. The way he says it, though… He must be infamous. He announces his name like it’s some grand secret, and the beast within Rei wails, ‘How did no one recognize my long-lost first-born son?’

Who else could hold such brilliantly blue eyes, carry the petite nose of his mother, and above all else, his scars — proof of a body poisoned by his mother’s weak constitution and the blazing azure of the too-hot fire his father was never meant to pass down?

“I’ve killed more than 30 innocent people.”

Rei wonders if anyone is truly innocent.

Before hospitalization, before marriage, and before the development of her first-born’s quirk, Rei remembers how people used to speak so highly of doctors. They are portrayed as saviors, empathetic do-gooders ready to ease and eradicate the pains of their patients. And yet, it was those very doctors who witnessed firsthand the source of her first-born’s anguish and decided to lock that secret in a steel box and swallow the key for stacks of yen that once brought stars to Himura Rei’s eyes. The same batch of falsely altruistic doctors she’s spent a decade under the fictitious care of, who kept Rei away from the funeral of the very child who now declares the consequences of his ignored agony through the television of her lavish jail cell.

Despite all of Touya’s physical damage, she can’t help but think her first-born looks… free.

Was murder the price Touya had to pay for his independence? … Is murder the only way to buy her own?

A sharp prick at the curve of her palm, right under her thumb, stuns Rei out of her thoughts. With furrowed brows, she looks down at her clasped hands and gasps.

Embedded in the skin of her knuckles glitters the ticket to the very thing her first-born has found outside the clutches of Enji’s selfish grasp.

She rips her hands apart with a wet squelch and holds them up to the light. Translucent blue-gray crystals embed the tips of her fingers into sharp points, dipped with the fresh blood of her punctured hands.

Ice claws.

Today, the fates welcome Rei to laugh alongside them.

Hurried steps thud outside her assigned door and she jumps to action, shoving her metal chair under the doorknob and hurrying to the window. The frantic jiggling of the doctors trying to invade her room drowns out the horrible screech of her evolved quirk cutting a neat circle into the glass just above the window’s lock. She pushes out the carved circle and jams her hand through the opening to unlock the window from the outside. A loud bang invades her ears and the clatter of the wedged chair falling to the ground makes her move faster, opening the window and getting one leg over the ledge before she’s violently pulled back.

The doctor who managed to barge inside is a burly man, the one who’s not afraid to stuff bread down her throat and call her all the synonyms of ‘mentally deranged’ under the sun. He grips her arm unbearably tight while another doctor holds a familiar syringe that will knock her out to next week.

Cold fury floods her chest — she will no longer let others take control of the body she has been starved of.

She swipes her free hand in a grand arch, snagging both doctors’ throats. She feels their light leave their eyes through the lifelong beast that’s finally incarnated and come out to play.

One moment, she’s watching the two doctors wetly choke out their last breath, and the next, she’s jumping out the second-story window of her husband’s expensive dungeon and willing ice around her ankles to break her fall.

And despite the hot blood coating her gifted claws, they do not melt. Her ice is as fireproof as her.

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

Rei waits in her old closet of the bedroom she once shared with her husband.

The moon hangs full in the sky and illuminates just how much her husband has burned away every single aspect of her presence from their once-shared home. It’s amazing, really, how thoroughly an entire person can be wiped from existence. When Rei had crept through the living room window, she almost didn’t recognize the very place where she spent so much time watching heartfelt movies with her first-born, breastfeeding her only daughter, counting Natsou’s first steps, and drinking herself into a soothing oblivion that drowned out her last and final son’s cries.

When her husband tiredly walks into their — his, really — bedroom and changes out of his tattered hero uniform, Rei is silent like the ghost he molded her to be. She waits as patience had been her first lesson in the matters of famine. There is a time and place you are fed without consequence — too early and you’ll be scorned, too late and you’ll upset your stomach.

Through the wooden slats of her wardrobe, the one that hasn’t been touched since the day she was sent away, she spies her husband rubbing his weary eyes. He sits at the foot of the bed with his heavy head cradled by his meaty hands. Rei finds no pity, no sympathy, and no love to nourish the beast she was born with — there is only one thing it wishes to feast on.

She watches as her husband finally gets up to leave their bedroom and walks in the direction of where Rei had left behind her heart and the last bits of her sanity.

When the faint click of her first-born’s closed door echoes through the stillness of midnight, she abandons her hiding spot and keeps her feet light. She makes a quick pass to her daughter’s room before freezing the lock — she will not tolerate any interruptions to the one and only gift of freedom she will bestow her children tonight.

For the first time in this wretched place she once called home, the sober calm of an ocean’s summer breeze washes over her.

A smile creeps at her lips as she stands at her first-born’s door.

It’s time.

She opens the door and slips inside.

The look of her husband’s gaping bewilderment animates the rapacious beast inside her, clawing at her belly with the same manic glee it had when the doctors’ blood had dripped down her iced talons. She freezes the door locked, snickering as she traps husband and wife in the room of the boy they had murdered so slowly.

Her husband’s speed had always been one of the major talking points of his hero career, but velocity will always equal zero when an object is at a stand-still. The second he shifted to make a move towards her from where he kneeled, she froze his body in place with a swiftness that the Hero Billboard Chart would marvel at.

“Ah, ah, ah,” She tsks.

Those brilliant blue eyes widen in horror when he realizes he cannot melt his wife’s shackles.

“Oh, Enji,” She pouts, her head lazily dangling to the side, “Don’t tell me you forgot the sole reason you married me.”

“Wha — how…?”

“What is it your favorite hero would say?” She hums and taps the claw of her index to her lips, “‘Plus Ultra’?”

Now, Rei never got the chance to become a scientist but biology was always her favorite subject in school. She still remembers the lesson of homeostasis and she’s pretty sure her husband’s body is entering the fight for its life. Too bad it’s a losing battle — what good is fire to the incombustible?

The chatter of her husband's teeth is so satisfying against his quivering blue lips, “W-what a-are y-y-you doing h-here?”

“I think that’s obvious,” She steps towards him and squats down to his level, resting her elbows on her knees, “I have a better question — what are you doing here?” and lazily gestures to the picture of their first-born’s shrine before folding her hands under her chin.

Her husband’s blue eyes glaze over and his thick auburn brows twitch momentarily before he looks down with something a little like the shame Rei has carried her entire life.

“T-Touya, he — ”

The beast rages.

The resounding crack of Rei’s palm against her husband’s face thunders in the quiet storm of her first-born’s chambers.

She sneers at the scratched lines that bead bright red on her husband’s stern cheek and points the bloodied tip of her index at his face, “Do not say his name.”

Enji bristles, “H-he is m-my s-son — ”

“No!” She clutches her husband’s throat, “He is my son, and you are only the monster who took him away from me.”

It’s almost exhilarating, the fear in her husband’s eyes. The way such brilliant blue is unable to look at anything but her, the undivided attention she yearned for so long literally within her grasp, and his realization of the undeniable power Rei finally wields over Enji in the very house her husband spent years denying her of. The hungry savage of her born companion begs to glut on this feeling until it bursts.

“H-he’s,” her husband rasps, “a-alive.”

Rei grins and lets go of his throat, “I know.”

Enji sucks in a gasp, “Y-You d-d-don’t u-unders-stand,” he coughs, the deep sound utterly grating to Rei’s ears, “H-he’s a v-vi — villain.”

Rei sighed and opened a palm to rest against her husband’s bloodied cheek, “Then, perhaps, that is the only capacity of what he inherited from you.”

Enji scoffs and his eyes narrow, “C-Coming f-from t-the w-w-woman who m-mut-tilated h-her y-y-youngest’s f-fa– face.”

And there it is — that familiar sick satisfaction gleaming in her husband’s bright azure orbs at the opportunity to tear into his wife’s heart and turn her beastly companion on her. Except —

“Don’t you understand, yet? Your words don’t mean shit to me anymore, Enji,” Rei can see the exact moment when Enji finally registers the reality of his impending doom.

Her husband sucks in a quivered breath and opens his mouth to scream for help but the chance is cut off with a flick of Rei’s wrist as she calls on her quirk to freeze her husband’s tongue and shatters it in his mouth.

“Sorry,” She chimes over the sound of her husband’s pained gurgles, “But I’ve had enough of your voice to last a lifetime, dear husband.”

Though the idea of her husband suffocating on the chunks of his own venomous tongue is an end Rei would find darkly humorous, there is a theory she’s been wanting to test since breaking out of the hospital forty-eight hours ago. She knows her ice is fireproof and that she is, too. Thus, when her ice engulfs an object, it is swallowed down to become irrefutably hers. Rei wants to know, if she is able to move her ice freely from thin air in order to freeze something, whether or not she can telepathically move whatever object her ice consumes.

She spent half a decade eavesdropping on her first-born’s lessons with the Number Two Hero, so she’s picked up a thing or two. She focuses first on feeling the ice of her talons, drowning out the slowly quieting sounds of her weakened husband’s suffering. When she has a full grasp of every crystalized centimeter that weaponized her hands, she focuses on the frozen form of her husband’s kneeling statue and absolutely delights when she touches the beat of his heart. She can feel every working organ in her husband’s body, the way each pump of his aorta grows more sluggish than the last with hypothermia. Finally, the bits and pieces of Enji’s shattered tongue start to materialize as if they’re already in her hand. She calls upon them to slither out of her husband’s throat and float into the air.

Sheer dread takes over her husband’s face as Rei juggles the congealed pieces of tongue.

“Oh, Gods!” She cackles, “I’m unstoppable!”

Rei cannot believe she ever got married. How, once upon a time, she wholeheartedly thought a man would be the only thing to protect her from this vicious world and spoon down her throat the slew of what she’d been neglected her whole life while her presumably incapable hands sat firm in her lap.

From now on, with these very hands the whole world convinced her were utterly useless, she will feed herself.

“You know,” Rei tosses the chunks of her husband’s tongue in the wastebin near Touya’s shrine and wonders what her first-born would have thought about that — the epitome of tossing his old man’s fallacies in the garbage, “I was planning to gouge your eyes and tear out your heart with these,” She waves her twinkling talons in Enji’s face.

Her husband lets out a stunted whimper when the tip of her middle talon brushes the auburn lashes of his left eye.

“Shh,” She croons and pulls back, “There’s no need for that anymore. You’re a disgusting excuse of a man, but maybe if you had kept your lessons strictly verbal, you would’ve made a half-decent teacher.”

She slowly frosts over her husband’s vile heart from within his body, and it’s as if both ventricles caress the skin of her palms directly, “Maybe, now, you will finally feel what I felt all those years when you would put your hands on me.” Her nerves stimulate with every declining pulse of his atriums until the organ finally atrophies.

The frightened light fades from her husband’s brilliant blue eyes, and the insatiable beast that endlessly razed her soul is finally at peace.

And I was never as good as I always thought I was, but I knew how to dress it up

After Rei had moved Enji’s chilled corpse back to his bedroom, removed the ice from his body, and tucked him into bed, she sat at the dining room table and wrote her final goodbye.

My Dear Children, You have all grown so wonderfully, despite the hand you’ve been given for having me as your mother. I am so sorry for all the ways I’ve failed you. It is foolish of me to assume you’ll find comfort in the fact that my motherly shortcomings will haunt me for the rest of my life. For most of your lives, I’ve been nothing but a ghost. The woman I wanted to be before marrying your father was one who would protect you with every fiber in her being, but somewhere along the way, that woman was murdered just like the man you were forced to call Father. There are many regrets I have in my life, starting with accepting Enji’s proposal and ending with abandoning you three all those years ago, but I cannot find it within myself to regret bringing you all into this world. I am immensely proud of the paths you’ve chosen for yourselves. Fuyumi, my best and cherished daughter, for becoming a teacher — you have always had the astounding ability to see the light in every dark, and that is because you are the moon in this pitch-black world. You generously offer so much of yourself, and I hope you remember that while it is a beautifully noble thing to dedicate yourself to the next generation, you are not obligated to give the whole of yourself to anyone. You belong to yourself, first and foremost. Natsou, my bold and righteous son, for becoming a doctor — you have always been incredibly bright and incredibly kind, and with everything I have, I believe you will be one of the few doctors who will utilize your empathy for your patients in the many ways our family was denied. And on the days you feel yourself running out, remember to let yourself rest and enjoy the one and only life you have because you belong to yourself, first and foremost. Shouto, my little miracle, for becoming a hero — you are not a miracle due to your genetic material, but to the lovingly open heart you’ve approached this life with, approached me with, despite having hurt you so deeply. Your truly heroic resolve will take you far, and while I am excited to see the change you will bring to the world, I want you to know that should you decide to leave the hero-life, you are still worthy of every single breath you take because you belong to yourself, first and foremost. I want you all to squeeze out the very best of this cruel life. You three have chosen to lead your lives with morality, and I cannot belong to the honorable world you’ve chosen. And so, I will only ask you three for one incredibly hard favor. Please, let me go and continue onwards with the wonderful lives you’re building for yourselves. Love always albeit imperfectly, Mama

With a bittersweet smile on her face, Rei unfreezes Fuyumi’s bedroom lock and thanks the funny fates for her daughter’s uncanny ability to sleep so deeply.

As it turns out, villains are extremely forthcoming when desperate to thaw their blood. They eagerly spill details about a man who calls himself The Doctor who has a direct connection to the League of Villains. Apparently, word travels fast amongst evil mouths because one minute, Rei is turning a street corner to track down another lead, and the next, she’s gagging out thick gray sludge and opening her teary eyes to a dark laboratory lined with neon incubators encasing monsters.

“Todoroki Rei!” A smarmy voice exclaims behind her.

She whips around to find a portly man with giant goggles and a funny little creature held in his arms.

She coughs and spits out a wad of that disgusting sludge, “The Doctor, I presume?”

“I heard you’ve been looking for me.”

She feigns looking around, calling upon her quirk to wrap a microscopic frost around The Doctor’s heart, so light that his body temperature only changes a quarter of a degree. Just enough to feel his organs in the palms of her hands without him suspecting a thing.

“If you know my name, I’m sure you can guess what it is I want.”

Interrogating villains had the dual advantage of training her quirk. She didn’t have a particularly strong desire to kill anyone — in fact, it only took two pedophiles freezing to death for Rei to master the levels of frost necessary to own her prey.

She also knows the importance of stealth. Leaving behind a trail of dead bodies is a surefire way to attract a hero, and mystery is key. The less her foes know about her, the more they believe she’s a wild animal with no control and visible ice, the closer her freedom is.

The Doctor chuckles and Rei looks back at him, even though she really doesn’t need to. He’s in her grasp now, she felt his leering smile before her eyes caught it.

“Everyone in Japan knows your name now, Todoroki-san. You’ve left quite a gruesome impression — taking down the Number One Hero is no small feat.”

Rei gives the man a smile of her own, “I’m a widow now, Doctor-san. Please, call me Himura.”

The Doctor laughs, and through the spike in his heart rate and the sweat beading under his white coat, Rei knows it’s a tactic to cover up his anxiety, “The Paranormal Liberation Front thanks you for your service, Himura-san. Though, I’m not sure if your son will extend that gratitude.”

“Well,” Rei wiggles her icy talons in false threat, “Why don’t we call him over and find out?”

The Doctor takes a serious moment to think, petting his little monster on the glass encasing its exposed brain, “Would you indulge my curiosity in return?”

Rei raises an eyebrow, “Meaning?”

“Oh, nothing bad!” The Doctor assures, though his heart picks up with adrenaline, “I’m a scientist, as you may have gathered. I simply would just like to know more about your quirk, specifically how you were able to hold your own against Endeavor. Fire and ice — seems obvious which one should have won. And yet…”

“And yet,” Rei confirms. She shrugs, “Fine, bring Touya here, unharmed, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

The Doctor nods and looks at his beastly pet, “You heard Himura-san, Johnny. Let’s bring about this little family reunion, shall we?”

That same gray sludge starts to seep from the creature’s — Johnny’s — smiling mouth, and it clicks for Rei that the teleportation is a quirk not of The Doctor, but of his experiment.

Rei is so sick of men and their power-hungry creations.

On her right, gray sludge starts to form on the floor’s ceramic tiles and build upwards to reveal white boots and billowing white pants lined with staples, followed by a scarred torso wrapped in a white coat with burnt arms and pale hands peeking out the sleeves, until finally the sludge disappears and uncovers a face Rei has only seen trapped in a little black box.

“Ugh, you fuckin’ creep,” Blue fire engulfs her son’s hands, “What the hell do you — ”

“ — Please put your fire away, Dabi, we have a guest.”

“The fuck?” Her son looks to his right, and then to his left, tired blue eyes widening, “What the fuck.”

Rei smiles, “Hi, Touya.”

She feels The Doctor move and take hold of something, clearly trying to take advantage of her son’s shock while thinking Rei isn’t paying attention because she’s not doing something as primal as looking.

She freezes The Doctor’s body in place while also using her frost to keep Johnny’s mouth shut, “I’m sorry, Doctor,” she tsks, “Just where did you think you were going?”

Her first-born shakes himself out of his stupor and whips his head towards The Doctor’s paralyzed figure, “You fuckin’ shithead!” His staples snag at the scars of his cheek with the downwards twist of his mouth as he recognizes the object stuck to The Doctor’s hand, “You thought you were gonna tranq us and put us inside your fuckin’ Nomus?!”

Rei giggles and the snarl on her son’s face softens to a wary frown.

“So that’s what you meant by wanting to study my quirk,” Rei turns away from her son and walks up to The Doctor and peers into his panicked eyes, magnified by his goggles, “Aren’t you curious how I killed my husband?”

It’s a rhetorical question, given how she’s frozen The Doctor all the way up to his mouth. She’s not entirely sure how much sound needs to escape his mouth for his little monster to obey a command — better safe than sorry.

She bends down to trail a crystalized claw down The Doctor’s hardened throat, reveling in the clink clink clink to his chest, right around his — “Y’know, his heart was beating really fast, too. I could feel it, just like I can yours — slowing down as the hypothermia kicks in,” She whispers, well aware her son is hanging onto her every word with only the whitenoise of faint bubbling from whatever substance the nomus reside in filtering the silence.

Rei hums, “You’re a bit like him. You steal away children in hopes of engineering the perfect quirk for a selfish ambition that means absolutely nothing,” She commands her quirk to encase the struggling pumps of The Doctor’s cold heart, “It’s fitting you should die the same way,” and squeezes.

And this time, Rei doesn’t care much about stealth when she shatters The Doctor’s heart in his chest. As if filming a video, her frost captures the way each shard of aorta, ventricle, and atrium explode and pierce into their neighboring organs in mute catastrophe.

She rises and turns around to meet her first-born’s slackened jaw. Her heart catches in her throat as she finally takes in the damage up close, “Touya…”

In his broadcast, Rei remembers her son having more unmarred skin on his face than he does now. The blackened and purple burns that cut his cheekbones now connect to the scars below his eyes. His stress-induced white hair covers most of his forehead, but Rei knows if she were to smooth it back like she would when he was half her height and braiding his only sister’s hair, the pads of her fingers would find the rough leather of her husband’s inability to love his children the way a father is supposed to.

Her first-born’s face tightens in the same anger it had all those years ago when he had realized his birthright was as flimsy as his mother’s appetite, “What the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

She flicks off her icy claws to clatter to the ground, “The monster is gone,” and hopes the silent ‘I come in peace,’ is read between the lines.

Her first-born grips his hair the same way he used to when his father would ignore his hunger for acknowledgment and turn the other way, “He was mine to get rid of!”

“I’m sorry, Touya,” Rei sighs, her heart aching at having denied her first-born the very thing that has kept him alive this past decade, “But Enji was my responsibility to deal with long before he was yours.”

Rei does not flinch at the tragic cackle that leaves her first-born’s cadaverous mouth to bounce off the walls and echo his despair.

“Oh yeah?” Her son storms up to her, smoke seeping through his seams and stinging their identically delicate noses, “What about you, huh?” Flames of cremation engulf his hands once more, “You gonna pay the price your precious husband was supposed to? Make it up to me?”

Brilliant blue eyes glow with the phenomena of her first-born’s raw power.

Still, “I’m fireproof, Touya,” She gently reminds him, “If you want to take your revenge out on me, you’ll have to do it another way,” for she cannot even feel the azure blaze that cowers this society’s useless heroes.

His fire snuffs out, and with a speed to rival his father’s, Touya snags a dagger from his boot and holds it to his mother’s throat.

“I didn’t get this far just relyin’ on my cursed-as-fuck quirk.”

Rei closes her eyes and her smile never falters, “Do what you must. I understand, Touya. It’s okay, if it’s you,” because, really, she just wanted to see her son one last time. She, of all people, knows that freedom is not eternal. When she had asked her children to let her go, she very well knew the many forms of what that could mean. Death is no longer something she fears because now, she knows, that when she enters Hell or Purgatory or whatever resting place the penance of her racked-up sins entails, her husband will be right there with her. If and when she must leave this Earth, she won’t be leaving the Devil behind in her place.

The dagger shakes against her throat and cuts the skin — but still, she does not wince. She won’t feed guilt into the many things that already eat at her son.

“You… You dunno what it’s like, to deal with the fact that you should’ve been there,” Touya’s voice cracks at the last two words with the lifelong misery of yearning for a mother who should have done more.

The beast inside her weeps, “I’m so sorry, Touya.”

She stuffs her tongue to the roof of her mouth and swallows around the thick building of all her sorrows pushing up her throat. She will not cry, she will not let her emotions overtake those of her first-born any longer

“Fuck,” Touya rasps, his trembling voice matching that of his unsteady hand, “Fuck!”

Suddenly, the pressure is gone from her throat, and at the loud rattle of Touya’s knife being thrown against the wall, Rei opens her eyes and gasps.

Her first-born cries tears of blood.

Her towers over today, having gone through a growth spurt that Rei was denied witnessing, but at this moment, he looks every bit like the little boy that filled her rumbling belly with all the things she was promised and never given. His broad shoulders hunch over the strong chest branded with all the ways in which he’s been left empty.

There’s a famished beast inside her eldest son, too, one he was born with. And just like his mother, Touya was tossed aside and abandoned to the fate of nourishing it himself with the meager means of his own two hands — hands that are held together by crude staples that dig into the bleeding tears spawned by all of Rei’s desperate mistakes.

She wraps her cool hands around his steaming wrists, “I’m sorry for giving up all those years ago,” She pleads, gently pulling Touya’s hands from his face so that he will look at her and sanction her promise, “But I’m here now, and I am never giving up again. On you or myself.”

“I’ve killed people,” He whispers as if that will change her mind.

Rei cheekily tilts her head towards the glacier of The Doctor’s corpse, “So have I.”

“I’ve killed many people,” He insists.

Rei shrugs, “How do you think I got here?”

Her son lets out a frustrated, “Innocent people.”

“Innocence isn’t real,” Rei tightens her hold on his wrists with her conviction, “Not in this world.”

Touya strains his neck to the ceiling and shakes his mother’s hands off him. “It’s too late,” He growls, “I don’t need a mother.”

Rei only smiles — her first-born has always been so stubborn. She’ll miss being called ‘Mama’.

“Then I won’t be your mother — I was never very good at it in the first place,” and that actually pulls a soft snort from her son. It’s not a proper laugh, not the belly-gripping squeal he’d let out when Rei would tickle his sides or chase him around the living room, but it’s a start and she’ll greedily take whatever her first-born is willing to offer for the slightest chance of their freedom, “Instead, I will be your comrade, if you’ll have me. And maybe one day, your friend.”

Some of the anguish finally leaves her first-born’s brilliant blue eyes and his shoulders begin to sag. He takes a long moment to think before, “We can’t go back to the League. Handjob’s gonna be pissed you killed that creep.”

The beast inside of Rei is singing with glee, “Then we won’t go to the League, if that is what you truly want.”

“Tch,” Touya looks around the lab, “Never really liked the guy anyway. He was just a means to a shitty end,” before he narrows his eyes at his mother, “That you stole from me.”

Rei laughs, “Sorry for stealing your thunder.”

“Yeah, well,” Touya huffs, “Dunno what m’supposed to do now. Wasn’t really plannin’ on stickin’ around after killin’ the old man — thought we’d both, y’know,” and makes a silly bkshoo! sound with his mouth, using his hands to mimic an explosion.

“Well, in that case, I’m no longer sorry,” Rei deadpans.

Her first-born rolls his eyes but the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips is too noticeable to the both of them.

Excitement wells up in Rei’s chest and she slowly offers her hand, palm out and welcoming, “So…?”

“… Okay,” Touya tentatively accepts, long fingers wrapping over his mother’s, and a printless thumb grazes the back of her knuckles, “Fair warning, this is probably gonna suck. We’ll be on the run for the rest of our shitty lives.”

Rei shrugs, “The hospital kept me fit. No exercise, no food.”

“Bastards,” Touya scoffs, before a mischievous smile takes over his lurid face, “Say, before we go, how would you feel ‘bout a lil’ arson? Feels like a waste t’leave the job half-done.”

“I like the way you think,” Rei scans the suspended creatures carrying the poor souls of The Doctor’s sick objective before turning back to her son and taking in his scars, “Oh! That reminds me, I have a theory.”

“Mm?” Touya prompts.

Rei lifts Touya’s arm while untangling their fingers, supporting his elbow with her hand, “So, your body is built to handle cold, and my ice is fireproof. From what I remember, this area,” She uses her index finger to trace the middle of Touya’s palm to the tips of his fingers, “is the only place your fire doesn’t burn you, right?”

He nods, catching onto his mother’s idea, “You’re saying you wanna try icing my body so I don’t burn when I use my quirk.”

Rei grins, “Worth a shot. You’re gonna do it anyway, maybe this is how we protect you.”

“Protect me?” Touya raises a thin brow, “I barely feel anything these days.”

“Which is even more dangerous,” Rei’s smile falls into a stern frown, “Pain tells our body what our limits are. Being numb won’t keep you alive, it’ll just kill you more slowly.”

Touya rolls his eyes, “Alright, fine, whatever.”

And as the laboratory blazes in the glory of blue fire and sets every lost soul free to eternal rest, mother and son confirm Rei’s hypothesis with the lunatic laughter of mad scientists and genius success. Hand-in-hand, they flee with only the stars of Japan hot on their heels and little Johnny tucked away in the large pocket of Touya’s white trench coat.

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

Himura Rei came out of the womb hungry.

She stuffed herself full with the violent scraps of her husband’s carnage, the trivial crumbs of her father’s greed, the cloying handfuls of her mother’s self-sacrifice, and the bountiful chunks of her first-born’s resolve.

We are what we eat.

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So some days ago, I decided to read the hobbit and the lord of the rings. And i finished reading the hobbit. And it was fun. There was a meddling wizard, stupid trolls who argue over cooking methods, nasty goblins, wolves, giant spiders, nice elves, a slightly creepy creature living beside an underground lake, an awesome magic ring, ( yes, i thought that a magic ring which can turn you invisible was pretty neat while reading the hobbit, thank you very much, can we please move on), some nice elves and men, a dragon, a mountain full of treasure, 13 dwarves who seemed to share a single brain cell amongst them and a hobbit who by sheer dumb luck made it to the mountain. Okay so dwarves are greedy bastards and doesn't want to share their gold? Poor lake people got their town burned oh please guys give that bard guy some gold he killed a DRAGON for goodness' sake. Where does the army of elves came from? Why do they want gold? It's not theirs, well factor some not nice elves. There's a pretty shiny rock, oohh i guess that's important ( then i also read a book about 3 pretty shiny rocks and the number of people who died or were killed for them, 😐)Ahh, there is a dwarf army too, i guess they'll fight it out. ooh poor hobbit, don't you dare hurt him mr. Dwarf King. What's that in the horizon? An army of the mutual enemy who wants to kill everyone? And everyone united to kill them instead? How are the eagles involved again? Ohh the king and his nephews are dead, his cousin is now king, well at least he apologized before dying. Ohh bilbo returned home. Okay the end. It was good.

Then i watched the movies.

WHAT? Are you telling me THiS Guy here is Thorin Oakenshield? But but, he is going to dieeee. I don't want him to die. Wait, Fili and Kili are so cute, but they are also going to die.

Ahhh, complex dwarf character, they had a home and then the dragon happened and now they don't have a home and they want their home back even if it means there are only 13 of them, (and a hobbit, and a wizard though he might run away at times, who knows, wizards) against a dragon. It is about reclaiming your home and not only about the gold, ahhh someone kill me imma die from the feels.

Wait, why are you making the- are you making the already hot exiled dwarf king even more hot and complex and broody, it is not fair, he is going to die in the end. Where is the dmaned director, i hate you.

No no heart don't you dare fall in love this guy is going to die and break your heart in the end, red flags, red flags, abort mission.

Waiitttt, so there is the hobbit and the dwarf, are you sureee there is nothing going on between them?

So the little dwarf prince fell for a elf, and his uncle hates elves cause they didn't help them when the dragons came, okay then, but i miss the nice elves from the books, but this elvenking is also kinda hot.

Does this elf prince have spider powers? Man he is reminding me of peter parker how is he maintaining balance while fighting like that?

Oooh damn, bard is also hot. *Screams in a pillow*

I feel like the 3rd movie is gonna break my heart.

Okay the dragon's gone, i likey like bard's children, they are cute. Go away Alfred no one wants to hear you. Annddddd Thorin went mad, so did some dwarves to a lesser degree, and bilbo is sad, you can't literally see the heartbreak in his eyes, you can feel it across the screen, i am also sad bilbo. You are not alone.

Ahhh Thorin smiled at Bilbo and gave him mithril shirt, are you absolutely sure they are just friends mr. Director?

Thorin's eyes, i can see how they turn back and forth between blue and black. I feel the struggle. Ahhh come on Thorin you can fight it.

Ahhh, Bofur you are Bilbo's bff, i knew it.

Wait, are you also sure there's nothing going on between Thranduil and Bard? Or the wizard and the badass lady?

Here it comes, here it comes, the battlement scene, Thorin don't hurt bilbo can't you see you are breaking his heart and mine too.

Ahh Dain is funny. The elves fight so pretty.

See, this is what happens when you ignore the wizard, damn you people, he was trying to tell you about the army since foreever, why are you acting so surprised now.

Is legolas into gymnastics? How the hell could he fight like that? I thought elves were nature lovers and star gazers, i didnt know they were into acrobatics.

Oh thank Eru Thorin's fine now. Yee boys go and bash some orc skulls. No, nooo don't go there there is another army ahhh. *Screams into pillow again*

Nooo, FILIII.... *Starts crying 😭😭😭*

KILI not you tooo ... Tauriel is sad, so am i.

Ahhhh THORIN 😭😭😭😭 ahdievxosnwbixjqoevdooqnckcn

He dies, he dies in his Hobbit's arms and you cannot tell me they are just friends, I don't- i won't believe it.

* screams and cries and throws things, there are tissues scattered everywhere, the family members thinking i am mad.*

So mr. director come here let's have a chat, i have cookies. *Creepy smile.*

Why did you make a greedy dwarf king into a three dimensional complex character who is prideful but also wants the best for his people, and casted a damned hot guy as him and made him look at the camera like THAT and smile like THAT when you knew he was goinggg to dieeee? I was not mentally prepared for this shit and now i have trauma and it's your fault and i swear I'm gonna murder you with conkers you-

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #legolas #galadriel #lotr #tolkien #gandalf #bilbo x thorin #fili and kili #the hobbit bofur #thranduil #barduil #imma cry #no no noooo #wtf is this #all the feels

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Here comes a slightly different story. Your Strawberry

Taj Mahal

She had not travelled much in her life, but since he was president, she had seen places she had never dreamed of. So now she stood with her husband in front of the Taj Mahal. Behind her, she could hear the clicking of cameras in the distance and she had to smile when her husband called out to the journalists to please leave her alone.

As he leaned on the railing beside her and they now shared the breathtaking view of the building, he asked, "Do you know the story of the Taj Mahal?" She had expected such a question and smiled. "I know that a man built this building out of love for his wife. But I'm assuming you've done a lot of research into the story to tell me." She heard his laugh. "Would you like to hear it?" he inquired. "Of course, I love all your stories."

Smiling, he began to tell, "The Great Mogul Shah Jahan had the building built for his great love Mumtaz Mahal, who died in 1631. Even during her lifetime, poets praised her beauty, grace and compassion for the needy and poor. Shah Jahan travelled with her throughout his empire and trusted her completely. He is said to have never denied her any wish and she had great influence over him. Unfortunately, she died giving birth to her 14th child and Shah Jahan fell into great mourning. For the first week, he would not see anyone and no longer attended to the affairs of state. Six months after her death, construction of her tomb began in 1632 and he ordered a two-year state mourning. During this time he himself abstained from all pleasures, listened to no instrumental music, wore no jewellery, used no perfumes, ate no more rich meals, and wore no more costly vestments. In 1648, the mausoleum was completed. During this period, Shah Jahan increasingly withdrew from the affairs of government in favour of his sons. In 1658, after much intrigue, he was deposed by one of his sons. He spent the last years of his life as a captive sick man with a view of the Taj Mahal. When he died in 1666, he was buried next to his wife."

"That's a sad story," she sighed. "But also the story of a great love," he added. "You will not do it like this great mogul," she blurted out. "Once I die, you will not waste what life you have left on grief and abandonment. Promise me that!" He looked at her sadly and sighed. "Let's not talk about death but about life," he pleaded. She accepted as he steered the conversation in a different direction.

"When I read the story, it made me think of you," he smirked. She looked at him questioningly. "She was a beauty, just like you," he smiled and added, "and she was compassionate. Like you, she had a big heart for the people who needed help." Moved, she looked at him. "He preferred to travel with her by his side, he trusted her completely and she had a great influence on him. Does that sound familiar?" he asked teasingly. "It exists in all ages, the great love," she smiled, "I understand he built this monument for her."

"I don't think I would need such a thing," he said seriously and she looked at him in amazement. He had closed his eyes and explained quietly. "You are everywhere for me. First of all in my heart, then in my thoughts, memories and dreams. In the places I have been and am with you. With the people we love. I won't need a single place to look for you. You will always be there for me wherever I am," he ended. He opened his eyes as he heard her exhale deeply. "Have I shocked you now?" he asked softly. She shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment. "No, deeply touched," she admitted in a brittle voice. Then she looked deep into his eyes and he saw all her love for him.

Helloooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Of course Emmanuel would tell her that story hahaha

Brigitte talking about life after her dying and Emmanuel quickly dismissing the conversation to something else 💔

But the most beautiful... Emmanuel’s words to Brigitte... oh my heart 🥺 If in my head, it’s like I heard Emmanuel saying it? Oh yes I did 🤧

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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1/2 And we are on 5x02 and he is stressed. After he hit play, he just went ‘they better fix this shit because that was a bad start of the season’… yeah. ‘Oh shit, so this la thing is done? Or is he staying? I feel bad for Blondie but I’m happy I won’t have to see that dude as Rage.’ ‘So Brian really owns Babylon? Ted is almost like Brian’s mom. And best friend. I like this relationship between them’ ‘so Mike and Ben are really gonna buy the house in the boringhood? The difference between Brian’s day and Mike’s day is insane. I like Brian’s way more.’ That scene with Ted in the diner happens where he gets called sir ‘oh i feel bad for laughing but that was funny. I love Ted..Mike didn’t know about Babylon? fucking hell, up until 3 minutes ago you didn’t want a house either. Can he stop telling people how to live their lives?’ Mike mentions JR spending time with them ‘wait what? I thought he was a donor? So now because they broke up he gets to keep her? That’s fucking weird’ ‘this Keller guy looks like he has a wig on. A really bad wig. Also, Justin why are you still here? Go to Brian. Blondie. Please tell me youre not dumb enough to believe Keller. I hate this for him but come on.’ Mike and Ben come up ‘screaming so loud she woke up the baby? THE BABY WAS ALREADY AWAKE MIKE. SHE WAS UP ALL NIGHT. And she’s technically right..i mean he isn’t a parent. Yoouuuuu can provide a more STABLE home? My man, you can’t go one day without being in someone else’s business’ Babylon scene is happening ‘you’re telling me Brian fucking Kinney had a bad opening night? YOURE TELLING ME BRIAN FUCKING KINNEY WOULDNT KNOW HOW TO PROMOTE AN OPENING OF A CLUB? I call bullshit, this is the second dumbest thing I’ve seen in this season. Remember Rage? And that carnival? I am insulted on his behalf!’ ‘WHY ARE YOU STILL IN LA JUSTIN?! I wouldve thought he’d want to go home to Brian? Please don’t tell me Brian was right and he’s gonna go back’ Narrator’s note: at this point he paused the ep and went outside on a smoke break and he is walking up and down the yard stressed out. ‘Awwww Brian is sad. AGAIN, 12?! this makes no fucking sense. He is Brian Kinney. He literally owns a marketing agency and you’re telling me his best idea to promote would be posters? PLEASE’ and it’s revealed Mikey hired a lawyer ‘HE HIRED A LAWYER?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HE DOING AND WHY IS BEN HYPING THAT UP? (mike and ben say the single mom/loving stable home with two fathers line) oooohhhh no they fucking didn’t. I hope they rot in hell for that one. TELL THEM DEBBIE. How did they go from being okay-ish in season 4 to being this trash now?’ ‘Awww Brian is hanging out with Gus! How did she get him to step foot into this apartment? Do Mike and Brian even talk anymore? He looks pretty. Why does everyone always go to Brian to fix their problems? You go talk to Mike’ it just showed Ted as a blonde ‘OH MY GOD. WHAT IS HE WEARING? WHY IS HE BLONDE?! Look at Brian’s smile! Ted just delivered him the best gift ever.’ ‘BLONDIE IS BACK AT THE LOFT! MY BABY IS BACK! and Brian is fucking someone.. okay Blondie, look at your smile. THEY ARE BACK!!’ And we are at scene with Justin in the diner ‘oh baby, who are you lying to? AHH i forgot Ted dyed his hair. Can I just say the most important thing? I’m glad Justin’s hair looks good again. (Ted asks Justin if hed like to slit his throat after Deb offers him his old job) WHY DONT WE GET MORE OF TED AND JUSTIN? They would have a nice friendship’ Emmett is offered his job on the news show ‘gay makeovers? Isnt that what Queer eye is? wait, i still have an episode of that one to watch. I prefer him party planning’

Yes! One thing S5 gives us is the BroTP of Brian and Ted. NGL I wish it was Brian and Emmett, but I’ll take it.

Can Michael stop telling people how to live their lives. Everyone would like to know that Brother Anon. And the way Mikey handles Mel and Linds’ split and JR is the very worst. Like so fucking misogynistic and gross. And yes, when Debbie tells him and Ben off it feels so so good.

Okay okay, I think Brian didn’t realize he had to promote Babylon. It was always the most popular gay club.

Having to pause the episode is so real.

Brian looks pretty. Bless. He’s so gay for Gale/Brian. (And why does everyone want Brian to fix their problems, while simultaneously criticizing him!)

Ted as a blond will always be hideously iconic.

Justin’s hair being back to looking good is definitely a relief. And Ted and Justin would have a nice friendship (Scott and Randy have discussed thinking that their characters would get along and had many reasons why.)

And yeesh. Emmett being on that Queer Eye show… was a great opportunity for the show to address the issues with that first iteration of QE. Also, isn’t that the show your mom watched when she was trying to be supportive of your brother?

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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wth-storylocke-archive · 2 years

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Chapter 25: Respite

🍃 Nuzforums: https://nuzlockeforums.com/forum/posts/871479 💾 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/98276052

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[moonpie - Today at 3:04 PM] …and, uh, that's it pretty much! now we're taking a break somewhere with yellow flowers… melemele meadow, i think it's called.

[Lainergie - Today at 3:04 PM] That's wonderful! Good job on getting through so much of Route 3! You're sure it's going to be alright for the other half?

[moonpie - Today at 3:05 PM] yeah! i have a lot of friends to watch over me

[Lainergie - Today at 3:05 PM] :-)

“Oh, you're done texting your mom?” “Yeah!” Hau is sitting next to me, feet dangling into the sea of flowers. Cinnamon's still in my arms, and still very fuzzy. I close my eyes and listen to the wind a little. It smells like fresh air, and… well, flowers. It's nice.

“Man, who thought somewhere so cool could be hidden so close to those red rock cliffs?” “Oh, um, I knew about it…” Lillie's on my left, her backpack on her lap, with the see-through part facing away – for Nebby. “I like coming here when I need a, uh, a moment to myself… it's always so peaceful.”

I take a deep breath and smile at the sun. “Man, it hecking sure is! “I'm gonna have to ask M-- my Rotom to note it down.”

My hand mindlessly runs through Cinnamon's fur. I let my thoughts wander for a time; but, of course, they manage to end up into the memories of my first day.

I still think time isn't real, because there's no fecking way so much keeps happening in a single day. Going from almost dying, to big-ass yellow cat, to crying my eyes out and then cute bunny? …Now that I think of it, I would've probably never met Cinnamon if I hadn't snapped and ran away like that.

I lower my head toward her and whisper. “i'm so glad i met you.” She lets out a soft teeth-purr. I hug her closer. “i still don't quite get why exactly you decided to stay with me, of all people… but, i'm glad you did.”

Cinnamon looks at me for a second… and licks my nose. I snort. “Oh come on, you adorable fluffball!” Right as I finish my sentence, she perks up.

Our eyes meet for a split second. …Wait, why does she seem both happy and scared at the same time? She hesitates, long enough for me to start asking, “What's th-”

She's gone. HUH?

I manage to catch a glimpse of brown fur plunging into the sea of yellow flowers. I jump in to follow without a second thought. “Wait, hold on, where--” My foot trips on something and I almost faceplant into the meadow.

I turn quickly to see what did it – the sight is so bewildering I freeze completely for a good five seconds. “…What in the fresh hell?”

Hau and Lillie catch up to me as I am still trying to process what's on the ground in front of me. It's two, er, people (bodies…?), laying face down the grass, wearing some kind of white and dark teal science-fiction suits like they fell right out of a spaceship? With matching backpacks and helmets and everything??

“Um. Are they dead…?” Upon hearing my question, Lillie takes a step back. Hau hesitates. “Well, can't hurt to check!” he shrugs as he crouches down beside the two figures.

He approaches his hand slowly to poke one of them. A plant bites him. A what now?

[Pokémon scanned: Petilil] [Grass type] Oh nice, she's here already! …wait, are we gonna have to fight it? “Ah! Watch out!”

Lillie's warning makes me sidestep just in time to dodge the puff of spores that was heading my way. There's two Petilil now. “Oh come on.”

Hau readies a pokéball. “I'll take the right one with Leo! Think you can have the other?” I glance at Melga's screen to see who's effective against plants. “Okay, uh, Ayo mayb-” Before I can even reach for my bag to get her, a flash of light comes out on its own. I thank Melga with a nod.

“Alright Ayo, see that that angry onion over there? Think you can go Peck it?” It only takes her a second to understand what's going on. With a gleam of excitement in her eyes, she lunges forward to attack.

The other Petilil sends more spores; a lick of fire from Hau's cat bursts most of them into flames. It fortunately doesn't hit any nearby flowers, nor the weird unconscious people. My onion opponent takes Ayo's hit as well… but then it starts to make some kind of weird, low-pitched noise?

I don't even have time to wonder what the fuck that's about before the grass behind it trembles – and a huge ass butterfly comes out of it! “EXCUSE ME? They're allowed to do that??” Well, if it's a butterfly it's probably a bug, right? So Ayo can still Peck it?

As I see her eagerly dart to it, Melga's screen comes into view. I recognize a type matchup chart – this one is for the Inkay species… and the box under “Bug” is flashing red.

It takes me a second to understand.

“AYO WAIT-” It's too late; the insect's wings are now flapping faster, and faster, and some kind of grey wind energy emerges from them and--

I am now trying very hard not to think about the sound Ayo's body just made upon hitting the ground.

I'm about to run that way when Lillie stops me. “D-don't worry, I'll get her!” Right. It's okay. It's okay. Hopefully saying it two times makes it stick in my head. You're not alone here. She'll probably be fine. I hope.

Melga doesn't say anything. She just shows me the next team member to send out. “Alright,” I nod. A flash of light brings in Mo. This way of switching in and out seems to work pretty well…

“Okay, Mo, sorry– I know you're new and all, but the fucking bug over here just took out Ayo, you think you can take her place?” Xey look around for a second, but I think xey've heard what I said because the butterfly now looks like it's slightly shaking in dark purple… and Melga tells me that was “Disable”. Now it can't do that grey wind thing anymore. Good.

A hand gently grabs my arm. I jump. It's just Hau. “I got the other one, but Leo has to rest! Puffle can take the Butterfree though.” I think I'm starting to get into the flow of this. “Okay. Got it.”

“Mo! Poison the onion please!” It seems Angry Onion has decided to take its name to heart because it's now literally swelling with annoyance. [Growth], apparently. Luckily, Mo's somehow-precisely-aimed purple gas envelopes it anyway.

Some electricity from Hau's side – I think Puffle has Asshole Bug slowed down. Are we finally fucking winning? Yet suddenly, as if it's trying to contradict me, the Petilil starts glowing. “Uhhh, Mo, try the acid spraying maybe? Keep your distance!”

Zzap! Puffle strikes, bug's down. Green light surrounds Mo– like the onion's trying to suck the lifeforce out of xem… but pile of goo does what goo does best. SPLOOSH! Bull's eye! Right into the plant's face!

“FINALLY! Now we can take care of the-” Wait. no. that noise again. Are you kidding me.

We're back at it again. There's three fucking onions now. The angry one is apparently too pissed off to pass out regardless of the poison, and-- what the fuck did it just shoot at Mo? I do not trust one bit the way these seeds just instantly took root deep into the goo.

Puffle's still good to go, but I'm kinda starting to run out of options here… Mo is gonna get tired eventually, and I'm not sending Blu against goddamn plants.

“Well, it'll have to be Is-” WUEEE!!

…Did I just see a giant fucking bunny dropkick two green onions into oblivion?

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koishua · 2 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ─── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

synopsis: in which you've been stood up by your date, but so has he. warnings: mentions of food. (0.802k words).

author's note: dug this out of my mountain of drafts and am happy with how not angsty this is lmfao. enjoy!!

Blind dates are fun, they'd said. It will be a nice change for once, they'd said.

Lies. So far into the wait for your date who still had not come yet despite already being forty minutes late, absolutely nothing had been enjoyable. Not in the slightest way had anything been more than boring and frankly, downright embarrassing. Who’d even sit alone in the middle of a cafe without a single drink or dessert on their table for over half an hour?

The waitress who’d come over to ask you if everything was alright just a few moments ago walks by again, a sympathetic smile painted daintily over her perfectly stained lips. Your eyes trail across the establishment, appreciative of the architecture and design of the space. It’s been remodeled ever since you’d last visited, though the cozy atmosphere did the bare minimum in holding off the ugly feeling crawling its way around your body.

You’ve been stood up.

Glancing at the blearing phone screen hidden on your lap, you check for any recent notifications, though none seem relevant to the current matter in hand. You’d dressed up in your favorite clothing and had mentally prepared yourself for the night, yet here you still are; alone and fuming.

God, a small keyboard pops up from the bottom of your screen and you type furiously. Once I’m back, I’m strangling you and no one can save you from my hands, you oh-so kindly relay to Yeji. You don’t even know what possessed you to agree with her set-up in the first place. Her plans were always bound to fail because of her awful streak of bringing misfortune upon everything she touches. Sometimes you’d feel bad for the kind roommate of yours, but tonight you are going on a hunt.

The least I can do for myself is buy a cheesecake for emotional compensation.

The gold accented table is smooth under your touch, clearly expensive even by the first glance of it. Hearing the heavy drag of the chair as you slide out of your seat, you fish out your wallet from the leather purse hanging neatly from the backrest. It’s then as you’re rounding around a large pot of some kind of a green plant that you come eye to eye with the man sitting alone in the corner. His hair seemed to initially be dyed a shocking pink, though it had faded away into more of a peach and cotton candy mixture.

A moment of understanding passes by, something instantly clicking right into place when he shrugs with a lopsided smile. It takes you off-guard, the upturn of his lips. The jet black leather jacket and piercings, along with the sharp looks he has does not seem to match with the warmth he radiates when he smiles. You really can never judge anyone by their appearance, you muse in wonder.

“No date?” He inquires in a friendly tone from where he is still seated, easy and relaxed. Not a hint of scorn is laced in his question. Instead, there is something playful and knowing shining through. Your head nods before you can think of a proper way to answer.

“No, you?” You return the sentiment, guessing that the second plate on the seat across him had been reserved for the missing date of his own. The cheesecake, the one that you’d wanted to reward yourself with for not breaking down in anger fits over falling victim to being stood up, is completely untouched. His tart is barely eaten as well.

With a sigh, he rests his chin on the back of his pale, smooth hands, “I’ve been waiting for like,” he checks the expensive watch on his other wrist, “over an hour by now. No sign of anyone arriving any time soon, unfortunately.”

It’s a funny coincidence, your thoughts stray to the philosophy class you’d taken yesterday. The professor had gone for ages about whether or not things were destined to happen or if they were simply a play of luck; a coincidence. You don’t know, you hadn’t really paid attention to his drawn out speech.

Fate or not, however, the man in front of you stretches out a hand. “Hi, I’m Lee Heeseung.” You take the second seat in front of him, worries forgotten as you fall into a conversation that lasts longer than the time you’d waited for on your own table, all worries forgotten just by his charming smiles and intriguing stories.

All it had taken for you to meet the one person you’d cherish the most in your life was an empty seat and a small, happy little coincidence. It could have been fate that had led you to him, but you’d leave that matter into your professor’s hands.

Yeji was not strangled in fury that night, in case you're wondering.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen heeseung #heeseung imagines

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bemylord · 3 years

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what they are like in cuddles

♡ character: eren, erwin, armin, jean, levi.

♡ warnings: fluff, gender neutral.

ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

after small arguments, eren make it up with the coziest cuddles. generally, it happened because eren was reckless. 'can i come it, dear?' he asked before step on in your common room. 'i know i should have to do that, baby, let me make up for it with cuddles' you couldn't say no to him.

you like to outline his muscles or veins in his arms intertwining feet. he's half-muttering sorry, kisses your head, pressing your tiny body against his.

sometimes, eren could do playful hugs: bend you over, hovering over you and tickles you. those moments are leading for something intense but it's a fluff version no smut, so we go to the next dot.

omg, it's really-really weird and silly, but i think eren will bites [in a jokingly way] not serious, your nose or cheeks. it pissed you off but it also silly and weird. he laughs every time he does it. 'do you want to eat me, titan?' 'yes, i do. and i'm eating you' 'oh no, i'll eat you first' if you're into something weird stuff. if you aren't, he won't do something like that.

ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

you might think he'd be a deviant and will touch your butt while cuddling you, moving seamlessly into sex? quite right, he might do that if both of you have a mood for intimacy.

jean is into hugs that involve kisses, tingles, and everything to make you smile or laugh.

he has never done that, but he wants to do that in the future. when you both out of the walls for a mission, jean would like you to ride one horse, thus he'll cuddle you from behind. but he knows that is hard as hell.

when he sees someone is ogling you, jean will press your face into his chest, so that person will know you're taken by him. 'why?' 'someone looked at you' 'who? your reflection in the mirror, you jealous man!' 'i mean that, they've gone, i mean.. and i am not jealous!'

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇᴛ

soft hugs ever. tremendously soft. armin will ask thousand of questions: are you okay, isn't he pressing you too much.

mornings hugs before you both go to do the tasks. armis's calm and deep breath on the back of your neck and his arms are wrapping your waist.

armin's hands are warm and mellow and he knows that mild strokes on your back will put you to sleep.

covering your cheeks with slight kisses and whispering stuff on your ear.

armin will do a cup of tea for both of you, bring them to your room thus you'll have a tea ceremony. armin is a very affection and loveable boyfriend, consequently you can't avoid his reproach abt why you skipped lunch or didn't eat breakfast. he won't let you go off his arms and conducting a lecture. after that, he softly kisses your forehead, and says: 'you need to eat healthy, sweetheart. from now on, i'll keep track of your meals'

omgg i would die just to have a quick hug with armin.

ᴇʀᴡɪɴ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ

erwin might get extra paperwork which is killing him. after a whacked day he gets more work - nice, yeah? once you gave him a tea, you've got an unspoken rule to cuddle him while he's doing the work. treat that as an order.

sitting on his lap and massaging his massive shoulders - the best treatment he has ever received.

he always pays you the same, as you did. i mean, he has bear hugs. you're swamped in his body, tiptoe on his shoe. he doesn't mind, he finds that really cute the way you're trying to be on par with him.

in front of your bed, there is a window that allows you to look out at a canvas of sky studded with stars. erwin will be spooning you, telling fairy tales about some universe. 'somewhere far beyond this place is much better. there are no titans, no wars, no blood. but our bedroom is our small universe, where's no bad things, my baby, i'll always protect you'

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

levi will definitely put his chin on your head or shoulder.

restful rubbing your back while cuddling you.

you might have thought that the captain would be rough or malevolent during it, however, he would be a soft cookie. he went through some shit in the past and he kills titans and watches as soldiers are dying every single day. after every day, was it tough or nah, he needs you in his arms.

i feel like levi will mumble in his dream something like: 'no, don't.. don't die, my love' something common. he is scared that he will lose you in the future. 'i'm here, my love, don't worry, you had a nightmare'

lots of sweet nothings after nightmares. i think levi will pull you closer while sleeping.

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JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

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Draw your swords, pt.4

Summary: In his attempt to get to know his wife, the Darkling realizes he might be getting too close.

Warnings: angst, swearing, sexual innuendoes, slightest bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three

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Y/N couldn’t sleep that night. Not only did she agonize over the slightest possibility of his words being true, but the lingering of his lips on hers even hours after they’ve left tormented her mind. Instead of sleeping, she sat outside in the darkness with nothing but stars to keep her company. She shuddered with the cold wind as it chilled her, even the kefta didn’t protect her as well as she thought it would.

Sighing, she smiled up at the night sky, watching the stars in their celestial dance. It’s undeniable, she’s envious of them – their freedom is undisputed, their beauty unmatched by anything earthly. No one can force a star to marriage, no one can dull its brightness.

“Are you alright?” Genya spoke up, startling Y/N into a loud gasp.

Turning around, Y/N giggles in slight panic, a hand resting on her chest. “You scared me!”

“I didn’t mean to”, she chuckles too, coming closer to Y/N who let out a relieved sigh, only to look up once again.

“I couldn’t sleep”, she explains, “So I came here to watch the stars.”

“Most people are afraid of the dark”, Genya raised an eyebrow as she fixed her gaze on Y/N instead. She studied her carefully, unsure if she should invest all her hopes and dreams in her – no matter how striking she is.

“Oh, I’m scared of the dark!” Y/N exclaims, pointing up at the sky, “But the night sky is littered with lanterns, meant to guide you home. My mom always told me to look up whenever I feel lost, because the stars will help me find answers to any worry.”

Pursing her lips, Genya frowned, “Does that mean you doubt your plan?”

“No”, Y/N replied with haste, “I am simply trying to understand some of the chess pieces I thought I had figured out.”

Looking back at the Palace, Y/N’s eyes found the window of her room in an instant. A dark figure passed by it, the candlelight revealing the figure is pacing.

“He’s not a bad man, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Holding her breath, Y/N’s eyes find amber ones, “That’s not what I’ve heard. His deeds have spoken plenty about the strength of his character.”

“He’s fighting a war, not just with the outsiders, not just your father, but those on our side as well.” Pausing, Genya steps before her, “Do you know what they call him?”

“The Darkling”, she states, “A starless saint, a demon, a shadow king.”

“So many of those names are meant to demonize him, to shun him from society simply for the power he was born with”, licking her lips, Genya reaches for Y/N’s hand. “His own people are dying simply for who they’re born as – humans, Shu, Druskelle, they’re all sharpening their swords. If he’s not feared, we’re all dead.”

Nibbling on her lower lip, Y/N closed her eyes. Exhaling, she faced Genya once more.

“Does that mean I should applaud him for the way he’s treated the First army so far? How can you defend him when he’s the one who brought you here…to the emperor?”

Retracting her hand, Genya flashed a smile – one too strained to be believable. “He tried to defend me and got himself punished for it. So I’m here and I’m telling you to give him a chance.” Walking past Y/N, Genya stops just a few paces behind her, “He might surprise you.”

All the things Genya said became faint echoes inside Y/N’s head. When she returned to the room, she was ready for a new quarrel with Kirigan. Despite her readiness, he was sound asleep as she slipped her kefta off. With trembling fingers, she lifted the comforter only to stifle a laugh upon a surprising sight. Not only had there been a pillow to separate them, but three to ensure she wouldn’t accidentally roll on his side during the night. Perhaps she did smother him the night before and for once, she didn’t feel ashamed, rather satisfied. If he’s so insistent on sharing a bed, why would she make it any easier on him?

Tossing the pillows aside, she slid onto his side. Pressing her lips in a thin line, she tried to wrap an arm around his middle, but she couldn’t do it with her heart clenching wildly inside her chest. She drew back, forming tight fists at her side as she glared up at the canopy in frustration. If she’s going to play well and win, she’ll have to swallow her pride and withstand some discomfort.

Staring daggers at the back of his head, Y/N held her breath as she half climbed atop of Kirigan. Waiting to see if he’ll wake, Y/N finally released a shuddered breath. Burying her nose in the crook of his neck, she finally felt herself warm up after being outside for so long.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent – woodsy and clean as if he had just had a bath. She never realized it before, but he smelled the same way on their wedding day…and night. But also earlier when he was pressed against her, devouring her mouth. Just the thought of his arms around her, his tall frame against her and the feverish kiss they’ve shared had caused her heartbeat to quicken with no shame.

And while she drifted off, she failed to realize something else – the Darkling was very much awake.

Instead of moving away when he felt a weight atop of him, he struggled to even his breathing. She smelled like spring, like lilacs and oddly enough, he enjoyed it. Most times, he’d crinkle his nose in disgust for strong, flowery scents made him nauseous, but she didn’t have the heavy, unbearably thick air of perfume cling to her – it felt like it’s her natural scent.

Smiling, the Darkling allowed himself to relax once her breathing calmed down and while her hands and feet felt like icicles, her cold nose brought most of the discomfort. Once she warmed up, by stealing his body heat, the Darkling began to drift away too. After all, he was winning.

A single ray of sunshine came through the window, its heat tickling Y/N’s nose. Sleepily, she brushed at it then tried to turn away, but something blocked her way. She lazily opened her eyes and saw the strange bed canopy overhead. When she remembered where she was and how she fell asleep last night, she felt her face grow hot as blood rushed to her cheeks. Even her body seemed to blush. She moved her head toward the other side of the bed and looked at where her husband’s supposed to be, yet he was gone – only the pillows she could have sworn she removed remained.

There was no way of knowing it, but each morning, the Darkling opened his eyes and looked at her first. No matter if she was drooling or her hair matted on her face, he quite enjoyed his view. She seemed gentle, almost like a saint sent to remind him light can exist along with darkness he’s been shrouded in.

Disgruntled, she sat up and huffed. She wanted to wake up at the same time as he did. One, she wanted to see his reaction and laugh, two, she really wanted to discuss the kiss from before. Then again, she just wanted to see the general at his most vulnerable state – waking up disheveled, just like any human would. His perfectly styled hair unnerved her and she couldn’t help but wonder if Genya used her power on it because she had never once seen a hair out of place, not even after their kiss.

For the rest of the day, Y/N tried to catch him alone. Unfortunately, she barely saw her husband at all. A fleeting glance of acknowledgement was all she received as they passed each other in the hall, both surrounded by others.

At night, she laid awake in hopes of speaking to him before bed. The faint candlelight on the bedside table kept the darkness away, relieving her fear. Would he laugh at her if she admitted to it? After all, isn’t he the one who can create darkness out of thin air? Perhaps he’d shroud her with it and prove he truly is cruel, but she had no way of being sure. He must never know of it and she truly hoped never to see his display of power.

Lost in her thoughts, she blinked and it was morning.

Wide eyed, she sat up and looked to his side. It was unmade, the pillow dented right where his head was and yet she can’t remember hearing him arrive in the night or leave in the morning. She never does.

“Fuck”, she mutters under her breath as she slams a fist in his pillow. Grunting, she buries her face into it, muffling her frustrated scream.

“Are you done?” Genya frowned at her, waiting by the door while Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs into a pillow.

“YOU’VE GOT TO STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME!”

Scoffing, Genya rolled her eyes. “You need to be more perceptive about your surroundings.”

A knock on the door had startled them both, enough for them to both let out a strangled scream. The door opened before either of them gave the permission and once they realized who it was that entered, they didn’t need a reason as to why.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The Darkling grinned at his wife who narrowed her eyes at him immediately.

“Your voice gives me a headache”, Y/N complains.

Squinting at her, the Darkling wondered if a woman could be so infuriating without wielding some mystic power to make her so.

“I believe you agreed to ride with me.”

“Oh”, Genya smirks, “She’ll ride you –“, covering her mouth, Genya giggles as she sees Y/N’s glare is on her, “I meant, with you.”

“I’ve prepared the horses”, he waited for her to respond, to give him reason to dislike her yet she didn’t.

“I will keep my word”, Y/N stood with her formidable gaze on his. She dared not look at his lips for they brought memories and self-loathing she’d rather avoid. After all, what kind of a woman quivers for her enemies touch?

“Wonderful”, he smirks, “I’ll wait for you to dress.”

Remaining in his spot, his hands at his sides, Kirigan raised his eyebrows as both women stared at him.

“Get out”, Y/N waves him off and he clicks his tongue.

“You may not let me touch you, but I can look.”

Angry, she narrowed her eyes at him, “That didn’t stop you from pinning me to a door.”

Genya’s eyes widen, pressing her lips to stop herself from commenting on their little exchange.

Shrugging, he stepped closer. His eyes raked over her body, the nightgown leaving little to imagination. “You didn’t seem to protest”, he leans in, “Especially since you proved you could easily escape me.”

Swallowing thickly, she exhaled through her nose. She couldn’t argue with that, now could she? If she wished, she could have forced him to unhand her. She could have fought him, but she didn’t. She may have been startled when he kissed her but she barely tried to push him away and still, when she had the option to back away, she was the one leaning in for a kiss when he lifted her onto the table. He played a game with her and she lost that day and now he gets to be smug about it.

“As your husband, I promise to protect you from all others. If anyone harms you, they’ll part with their life. For that alone, I deserve an occasional view.”

Winking, he takes a step back and sends a smile in Genya’s direction before turning on his heel and walking out.

“YOU KISSED HIM?!”

Groaning, Y/N throws her head back, “Sort of. It’s more like he kissed me and I didn’t fight him on it.”

“So, does this mean you like him?” Wiggling her eyebrows, Genya squealed in excitement. “Are you bringing him on this plan of yours?”

Holding out her hand, Y/N shook her head, “No, no and no. I don’t trust him one bit and he isn’t exactly a man who’d go along with it.” Exhaling loudly, Y/N decided, “He must be removed along with the emperor.”

When she walked outside, Y/N breath was caught in her throat. The sight of the general on a horse truly felt like a fabrication. Never had she seen a man as majestic as him, as proud and aggravatingly cocky all at once. With his black kefta and the cape, he rode on a black stallion as if he were a mere extension of his will.

She wasted no more time in mounting her white mare, chasing after the Darkling who seemed to only then notice he’s not alone.

Her horse was not above average size, but she was alert and slender-limbed. Her muscles and good nature allowed Y/N to keep up a fairly good pace, never too far behind the black stallion her husband rode. The stallion was clearly riled up, competitive by nature. Anyone else on its back would be a great danger for the rider, but he clearly trusted Kirigan.

The wind blew her hair back and the cold was rather unforgiving on her skin. Passing him narrowly once they entered the woods, she didn’t look back. Instead, she gripped the reigns tighter and continued to breathe as the cold air made her mouth dry and throat scratchy.

Feeling his gaze on her, she relents, looking back at him.

“Where’s your coat?!” He shouted after her and only then did she realize it must have fallen off. Genya made it pretty for a romantic ride, not quite as practical for a race. But that’s not what truly made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. The hint of worry laced in the words of an angry general is what betrayed him and she couldn’t help but wonder – what if it’s more than just lust for him?

“It was slowing me down”, she couldn’t suppress a victorious smile just as he couldn’t suppress an annoyed grunt. Yet they both slowed down, neither of them speaking as they turned around and headed straight to the palace.

“You’re an avid rider.” The general conceded as he dismounted. Before she could blink, he was beside her, his hands on her hips as he pulled her of the horse and effectively stole her breath away.

The rosy colored cheeks left him defenseless as he stared at her too, a little too intently for it to be innocent. Taking her hands in his, he brought them up to his mouth, blowing at them. She kept her gaze at him, undoubtedly in shock as her cold hands started to tingle with the warmth of his breath.

“I’ll have to leave for a few days”, he speaks before she has a chance. “You’ll have the bed all to yourself.”

“Don’t I have to come? If it concerns my peo –“, she began, but he silenced her.

“It’s got nothing to do with the army. I’m merely doing an errand for the emperor.”

Looking at her hands still in his, she pursed her lips. “Doesn’t he have enough servants to do his bidding?”

A breathless chuckle escapes him, “Why? Will you miss me?”

Rolling her eyes, she snorts, “Why? Do you fancy yourself as someone of importance?”

He looked at her like she's the Sun, angrily squinting at every second she spent in his presence. He never looked at her other than in frustration. At least she thought so. It’s how he looked at her a month ago when they first met on a field stained with Druskelle blood. He stood there, alone and victorious as she stepped over the bodies after arriving on this side of the fold with a Sandskiff.

All of their conversations were arguments – she’d narrow her eyes and he’s squint at her, throwing jabs at each other every chance they get, but this felt different. Something changed after the wedding and she wasn’t entirely sure what.

Achingly aware of their closeness, she couldn’t help but ask. "What is this between us?"

Pausing, he looked at her with wonder. If he could put it to words, it wouldn’t make any sense. His mind could hardly fathom what exactly she meant to him other than being a nuisance, but he didn’t exactly hate her as he believed at first when he admittedly hoped she’d find herself eaten by Volcra while crossing the Shadow fold. What he hated was not having a choice. He hated how arrogant she is and how little respect she has for her superiors. He especially hated her mortality, her species and all the atrocities they’ve committed against him and his kind.

He didn’t love her, that he was sure of. He couldn’t possibly care for her either. Lust, winning this game, feeding his ego by having Zlatan’s daughter at his feet is what he longed for. So no, he didn’t love her, but a part of him feared he might love her in time. For the first time in a very, very long time, the Darkling had a fear and it carried her name.

Perhaps that’s why he reacted the way he did when she asked him if there is something between them.

"Nothing." He grabbed the back of her neck, his lips pressing against hers hard.

He was right, she realized. There was nothing between them, nothing between their lips, not even air.

Pulling away, he smirks as she inhales sharply.

"Did you feel a connection?" He looks her in the eye, his lips set in a firm line.

"Yes", she whispers shakily.

His eyes harden as an ache in his chest reminds him of his fear. Someone like him must give up anything he could possibly love for the loss and disappointment are inevitable. She’s mortal, an enemy behind his borders he can never trust. So he will shut his heart out. Love is not an option for the Darkling, he reminds himself. The last time he allowed himself to love was also the day his heart turned to stone. So, he will not love her and she will not love him. He will destroy that possibility, cut any ties that bind them. Lust is the only thing he will let fester.

Leaning in, his lips brush hers softly as he whispers against them, "That's why you're a fool." Stepping back, he heard her gulp. “The connection you feel is lust, that’s all we have and it’s all we will ever have. Accept it.”

“Is that true or are you just afraid?!” Her voice wavers and she instinctively steps toward him, asserting dominance she felt was lost.

“General”, Ivan calls out, just in case Kirigan needed an excuse to leave.

“Afraid?” The Darkling chuckles dryly, averting his gaze to Ivan who waited for him at the entrance. “I’m not afraid of anything”, he remarks as his eyes lock on her lips again, “Certainly not of my wife.”

As he stepped back, the Darkling caught the strangest look in her eyes. It looked like clarity, total and complete sobriety from the ecstasy his presence gave her. She stood proud, despite the self-loathing in her previously warm eyes that slowly turned them back to the ice she held when she first laid her eyes on him.

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 3

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: hEy guys, I’m SO sorry for 1. taking so long for this shitty chapter and 2. I will no longer be tagging new people simply because I am so lost and I feel like I will miss half of the people who asked so I don’t want to make anyone feel forgotten or upset

THIS ISN’t PROOF READ I SUCK I KNOW I hate thIS STORY

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The next morning you woke up before Jeno, you tried to silently sneak out to give him the chance of pretending nothing happened, in case he decided it had all been a drunken mistake and it should be forgotten. Your plan was proven kind of difficult with the whole having to untangle yourself from the man and unzipping the tent open situation, bright sun rays suddenly filling the space. You winced at the light and tried to quickly close the door back up, startled by a groaning sleepy Jeno who confusedly sat up and rubbed his eyes, “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to get out,” You apologized.

“Oh, ok. What time is it?”

“I have no idea, my phone died.”

The man searched for his phone among the covers and sighed when he realized he had run out of battery too. You awkwardly stared at each other, not really knowing if one of you should bring up what had happened or just casually move on.

“I don’t think the others are up yet,” You tried to start a conversation before the tension could swallow you up.

“Probably not. I’m still sleepy though, could go for a morning nap,” He smiled before lying back down, you were thankful he was trying to end the awkwardness too.

“I love morning naps.”

“Come join?” He asked with hopeful eyes and you nodded before practically throwing yourself back into his side, careful to not touch him in case he wasn’t interested and you didn’t want to impose yourself. You turned your back to Jeno and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep in seconds, but was surprised when you felt the man’s arm silently wrapping around your waist and his chest pressing against your back before lazily whispering a “Good night” against the back of your neck. You smiled contently to yourself, hearing Jeno’s breathing get heavier and slower as sleep took over him, following his steps soon after.

The second time you woke up, was to a screaming Jisung. You and Jeno both jumped awake, startled, before running outside thinking there was a snake or something dangerous like that. The two of you were soon staring at the young boy judgingly, looking between him and the cockroach on the floor.

“Jisung, it’s dead,” Jeno sighed, trying to not get annoyed at the young man.

“It’s still moving!” He whined, still refusing to go down from the camping chair.

“They do that,” You sighed too, giving up on trying to make sense of the situation and approaching the boy with your hand out to help him down. “C’mon, help me to put the things back in the truck so we can go back to the Inn.”

Jisung reluctantly did as you said and Jeno started to wake up the others, everyone folded their tents and picked up the trash in silence, too tired and hungover to play around. If looked from afar, one might have you mistaken for extras on a zombie movie.

As you arrived back at the Inn, everyone crawled into their rooms without muttering a single word. You took advantage of the moment to take a shower since you were still in your bikins and Jaemin’s sweater, feeling completely disgusting after a day (mostly a night) of sweating. You were deep in your nirvana state of mind, enjoying the hot water relaxing your muscles and finally cleaning your hair of all that lake water, when you heard a bang at the door. You jumped in shock and looked over at the door instantly.

“Whoever is there, please let me in, I really need to pee!” Jisung screamed, fist still knocking on the door in urgency.

“You can use the bathroom downstairs!”

“Cockroaches,” He squealed before letting out a loud whine. “Please, I’m going to explode.”

You lightly groaned at the inconvenience before quickly shutting the water down and wrapping your towel around you, opening the door and signaling to Jisung that the bathroom was all his. He banged the door shut and you leaned against the hallway wall, waiting to return to your very good shower that you were missing very much after experiencing the chilly wind outside.

“Is there anything wrong?” Jaemin asked after opening his door, seeming like he had just woken up from a deep slumber.

You tried to act casually, like you weren’t standing around in just a towel, “Everything’s awesome.”

Jaemin had his mouth open to start saying something else when another door opened, an annoyed Haechan appearing behind it, “Who’s yelling and why?”

“Jisung needed to use the bathroom,” You explained, feeling way to exposed and embarrassed to elaborate.

“Can’t a guy ever sleep in peace?” Renjun’s suddenly appeared from his room, whining at his friends and rubbing at his eyes sleepily.

“Ok, can everyone please stay inside their rooms for the next 30 seconds?!” You requested loudly in frustration, kind of laughing internally at the way Jeno was midway through opening his door before muttering a sorry and closing it back in super speed.

“Yeah, sorry,” Renjun apologized before going back to his nap, but you didn’t miss the way he gave you a once-over first.

“Enjoy your shower,” Jaemin smiled at you before copying his friend.

Haechan simply stood there staring at you and you looked at him in expectation and a ting of annoyance. The man smirked at you before winking, “Looking good.”

“Yeah, and very much naked, so if you could like, just go inside for a minute,” You politely requested.

“But that’s very much what I’d like to see,” He playfully flirted with a low voice so no one would hear, slowly approaching you. He gave you no time to react as he looked down at your chest, right hand suddenly pinching your hardened nipple and you gasped in surprise, “Cold?”

He looked up at you with a teasing look and you nodded with furrowed eyebrows, confused as to what he was playing. Haechan whispered a “cute” against your ear before returning to his room with a smirk, right on time for Jisung to open the door, “Thank you so much! I’m sorry for interrupting your shower. I think I had the content of two whole wine bottles in my bladder.”

“It’s ok,” You assured him absently, still bothered by Haechan’s antics. You honestly had thought he was all bark and no bite, you two have been playfully flirting since day one and you had guessed it was just part of your friendship dynamic considering you both always laughed about it.

Well, you could do nothing about it except from seeing where life would take you two.

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After showering, you prepared some yogurt bowls with fruits and granola for breakfast, figuring you could all have a late lunch. Jaemin came downstairs after an hour and helped you out, stopping you from murdering another poor orange.

“Do you think everyone will be up for an activity today?” You asked, hoping they would opt for a more relaxing afternoon, as you were pretty much tired and hungover yourself.

Jaemin softly laughed, “If the activity is dying on the floor of the living room, yes.”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Slept late?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you almost dropped the knife you were holding.

Does he know?

“I went to bed right after you did, red wine is just not my friend,” You awkwardly laughed, trying to calm your mind down. He couldn’t have heard anything over the loud singing yesterday and Jeno probably didn’t tell him.

Jaemin said nothing to that and you both enjoyed a semi-comfortable silence until he offered, “Want me to teach you how to peel an orange?”

“Theoretically speaking I know how to do it, I just can’t make my hands actually work,” You laughed, but moved closer so he could show you anyways.

“I’ll teach you an easier way then, it’s not ideal but it’s better than losing half of the orange,” He teased and you glared at him. “You just have to cut it in half like this, and then like this. Actually you can cut it as many times as you want to. When they are in slices like this you can just use your fingers to pull the peel away.”

“Oh, I think I can do that,” You exclaimed in excitement, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Hey, do you by any chance have more of that pineapple cake?”

“Chenle finished it but I can go to town to buy some more when we’re done with this. You can come along if you want to, they have a lot of options.”

“That sounds great.”

The two of you managed to quickly finish decorating the bowl, even adding some pretty flowers Jaemin went out to pick on top of it. After placing it all in the fridge so it wouldn’t become a mess until the others woke up, you scribbled down a note letting them know you had gone to the city and would be right back before heading outside to the car.

“Can I drive?” Jaemin asked jokingly, knowing your car was very dear to you.

“If you crash it, you’re giving me that watch,” You rolled your eyes, throwing the keys at him, who looked surprised at your compliance but laughed excitedly when catching the keys. His watch was probably worth more than your car anyways.

You hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat and tried to not say anything as Jaemin left the property in reverse, you hated riding shotgun.

He did look kind of hot, though.

“I know how to drive, you know? You don’t have to grip the handles so tight,” The man laughed once you were already on the road.

“I’m just not used to not being the one behind the wheel,” You apologized, forcing yourself to relax your hands on your lap so you wouldn’t offend a man’s driving’s skills. “Turn right on that street. Did you enjoy skiing?”

“I did, yesterday was just a fun day as a whole. You also looked really pretty in my sweater,” He looked at you softly and It took a lot of control for you to not melt into the seat.

“I’m giving it back as soon as I wash it, by the way. Thank you again for not letting me freeze.”

“Don’t worry. You can keep it, it looked better on you.”

“Jaemin, I know you’re trying to be a gentleman and all but that’s a Balenciaga swea-“

“And I’d like for you to have it.”

“I’m really living everyone’s fanfic’s dreams, aren’t I?” You giggled softly.

“Do you read those?” Jaemin chuckled.

“Of course. I live in the middle of nowhere, anything to pass the time. Follow that Sunny Mountain sign.”

“Ok. You should teach me how to find those, I’m curious as to what our fans write about us.”

“Uh, you really shouldn’t.”

“Dirty stuff?”

“Lots of it, probably.”

Jaemin laughed at that but said nothing more, deciding to pay attention to the road for once. You were distracted trying to find a cool Spotify playlist on your phone when you felt the man’s hand on your thigh, he didn’t move it and he didn’t look at you, just staring straight ahead with a casual demeanor like it was something you did all the time. You said nothing about it, just enjoyed the touch and followed his lead.

As you arrived at the city, you directed Jaemin around until you were parking right in front of the little traditional bakery.

“Good morning, Mary. Looking beautiful as always,” You complimented the old lady behind the counter, who you have known since you were a little girl. “Please tell me you made some pineapple cake.”

“My dear, if I didn’t I would run out of business,” Mary laughed. “I’ll wrap one up for you.”

“Thank you. Jaem, do you want to try something else?” You asked, pointing to the display in front of you full of a variety of cakes, which this region was famous for. “This is a banana one, it’s so good. The wine one is also tasty.”

Jaemin shivered at the word wine and you laughed because honestly, same.

“The banana one sounds good,” He agreed.

“Mary, I’ll take one half banana, half peach.”

The boy looked at you surprised that you remembered his favorite fruit and you just smiled at him, showing you were also paying attention.

“On it. Is that your boyfriend? I’ve been praying for you to find someone to keep you company in that big old house for ages,” The lady started, taking the cakes from the displays to cut them for you.

“He’s handsome, isn’t he?” You joked, winking at Jaemin who gave you a teasing smile back. “But unfortunately he’s just a guest at the Inn.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate, but it’s a pleasure to meet you anyways. Maybe it’s better this way, my Gus would be jealous.”

You laughed in joy at the mention of your childhood summer friend, “How is he? I miss him!”

“He’s doing amazing,” She answered with a smile when talking about her grandson, placing the cakes’ halves on a plastic plate. “He just graduated last year, rented me a fancy dress and all.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that! I need to congratulate him. When he’s back in town, can you ask him to drop by the Inn really quickly? We’re having some internet problems as always.”

“Of course, dear. He will love that, I bet he’ll come around by the weekend. Here’s your cakes! I’ll put it on your account.”

Jaemin helped you getting one of the boxes from the balcony and you got the other.

“Thank you, Mary! Have a nice day!”

“You kids too!”

You carefully placed the cakes on the back seats, wrapping the seatbelts around it so they wouldn’t move during the transportation as Jaemin looked around, appreciating the view.

“The city is pretty cute, right?”

“It is, actually. Is that an ice cream place?”

“Kind of. But they do have an ice cream buffet.”

“That sounds awesome, can we go there?”

“I guess the cakes won’t go bad in the car if we’re quick.”

“They won’t, it’s kind of cold today.”

“Right? I thought I was sick or something,” You complained, pouting at the temperature change.

“Here, let’s go freeze,” Jaemin laughed, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and leading you across the street.

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You figured you liked Jaemin. As in, you really liked Jaemin. He was just so easy to talk to and a genuine funny caring guy – You didn’t see much of those anymore.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to the town turned into a 2 hour long tour around all the little spots the city had to offer, playfully taking photos of each other like you were in a romantic movie or something. When you finally went back to the Inn, your heart was swollen and your cheeks were hurting from smiling too much.

“Be right back my ass,” Haechan welcomed you with a grunt.

“We took long but we brought cake,” You pinched his pouting face.

“Ok, I forgive you.”

“Are you guys hungry?”

“For cake? Yes,” Jisung excitedly exclaimed.

“I meant for real food, it’s past lunch time.”

“We actually just ate breakfast, Jeno is still sleeping,” Renjun informed.

“It’s ok, I’ll cook today,” Jaemin messed with your hair and you glared at him.

“No, you won’t. You’re a guest here.”

“And I’m a great cook, so get your ass back in bed and I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“That’s rude of you, Na Jaemin,” You joked.

“Learning from the best.”

You glared at him but decided to accept your fate. After your nap with Jeno and your shower, you were not sleepy anymore, so you decided to invite the rest to sunbathe in the lower deck by the lake. Haechan and Mark were happy to join and the three of you sprawled around under the blue sky after changing into your bathing suits. You were struggling to get sunscreen on your back and Mark silently asked for the tube in your hand, doing It for you as Haechan blabbed about League of Legends – It was really hard to hide the chills across your skin when you were wearing basically no clothes.

After Mark got over being awkward because of your exposed skin, he was actually one of the most fun people to be around that you had ever hung out with. He literally laughed and got excited over everything you and Haechan said and it made you feel special, you definitely understood his charms now. Also, with him being from Canada and all, you two had a lot more in common than you had imagined, which was revitalizing.

Soon enough, both boys started bickering over something and you just closed your eyes and tried to drift off, this was supposed to be relaxing time. But then again, it was hard to put relaxing and Haechan in the same sentence.

After what seemed like ten minutes of the men next to you arguing, you suddenly heard your name and opened your eyes begrudgingly with a “Huh?”

“Help us. Who’s right?” Haechan asked.

“I ain’t even listening, I’m sorry.”

“Haechan over here seems to think he has a bigger chance with you than I do,” Mark smirked and you chocked around air. What kind of demon possessed Mark Lee’s body?

“Of course I do, don’t I?” It was Haechan’s turn to smirk at you and you just stared between them totally lost. They were arguing about song lyrics a few minutes ago, what the fuck happened? “So? Who’s right?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” Haechan lifted an eyebrow at you in a challenging way.

“Let her speak,” Mark cut him off and you felt goosebumps up your body once again at his strict tone. Damn, that was definitely not expected from Mark Lee.

“This is very unprofessional,” You muttered in shock, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, c’mon. You think I didn’t hear your little show with Jeno the other night?” Mark laughed darkly and you shrank into yourself.

“What? What happened with Jeno?” Haechan asked confused.

“Nothing,” You quickly inform, trying to end that conversation.

Mark tsks and softly put your hair behind your ear, looking at you with endearing eyes, “Our pretty Y/N had some fun times with Jeno in their tent, didn’t she? Tell Haechan.”

You gulped and turned to Haechan, only nodding in shame because you were not about to admit you sucked his friend out loud. The boy’s eyes only widened and you could see Mark’s smirk from the corner of your eyes, what a wicked man.

“Guess none of us have a chance, then. Since Jeno got to you first,” Mark played and you briskly shook your head, feeling how you were already pulsing between your legs. The man raised an eyebrow at your reaction, like it wasn’t what he had planned, “Oh?”

“Please,” Was all that you managed to let out. Too embarrassed to elaborate.

“Kiss her,” He ordered and you noticed he was talking to Haechan, who smiled widely before bending down to capture your lips.

His kiss was playful like his personality, his hand found its place behind your neck and he lightly nibbled on your bottom lip with his teeth, not allowing you to deepen the kiss like you wanted to. When you whined in frustration, you felt his smirk against your lips before he harshly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, his tongue finally against yours.

Well, this was not how you expected your day to turn out.

You were so focused on how good it felt to melt into Haechan, that you jumped in shock when you felt Mark’s fingers playing with your bikini bottoms.

“Look how wet she it, Haechan,” He commented like he was hypnotized by the view and you two broke the kiss so he could look at where his friend was staring. Mark’s middle finger started to lightly circle your clit over the fabric and you moaned, hiding your face in shame. You were probably about to have sex. No, not sex. A threesome. With your guests!!!

“Y/N.”

“What?” You groaned.

“Y/N!”

You uncovered your eyes annoyed only to find Haechan and Mark staring at you weirdly, sitting up on their own beach towels like well-behaved boys.

“Did I fall asleep?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, we thought you were having a nightmare so we decided to wake you up,” Mark explained softly and you gulped.

“Thank you, it was horrible,” You lied, heart beating fast and chest heaving.

Mark and Haechan went back to arguing while you tried to recompose yourself, but as soon as Haechan shot you a knowing smirk, you quickly got up and left, figuring you could play cards with Renjun or something.

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Jaemin didn’t lie when he said he was a good cook, and not only that, but he was also an organized worker, washing and cleaning everything right after using it. What a dreamy man. You were still too bothered over having a weird wet dream with your guests, who were right beside you, to think much about how amazing Jaemin was.

After everyone had lunch (and you decided to sit far far away from your sunbathing partners, safely cuddled between Chenle and Jisung at the end of the table), you washed all the dishes left while Jeno dried them, thankful that you two managed to not let things go south after your little encounter.

The Inn still had no internet so there was nothing much you could do with everyone being tired, so like Jaemin predicted, you all sprawled around the living room’s floor and played some games. After a few hours, you started getting tired of playing and turned the Tv on, trying to find the least terrible channel the Tv’s antenna could pick up, settling on a game show that got everyone pretty excited. Somehow you ended lying on Jaemin’s chest and you noticed Jeno giving you a look but couldn’t quite catch what he meant with it. He seemed normal with you after it, so you decided to let it go, realizing you were only overthinking things.

For dinner, you all had some leftovers from lunch and lots of cake. You had spent so many hours talking that you felt like you have known these boys since forever, or at least you wanted to. There was just not a moment around them when you weren’t laughing or smiling, and besides the obvious sexual tension moments, it felt really comfortable to be around them. Of course they could be annoying and inconvenient at times, they were men after all, but it was not hard to get over that.

Surprisingly enough, even after sleeping until way past noon, the boys were still tired and went to bed early with the promise of fun adventures for the next day. You and Renjun stayed back in the balcony talking about life and art, looking at the stars and drinking a glass of wine. It was nice sharing your deep thoughts with someone who matched your intensity and excitement, Renjun was indeed an artist and you loved experiencing the universe with him for a night.

When it was around 1 in the morning, the two of you said goodnight with a soft smile, knowing you two now shared a bond.

Entering your room and turning the lights on, you were surprised to find Jeno playing with his phone on your bed.

“Hey,” You offered confused.

He gave you an eye smile before dropping his phone on the bed, “Hey.”

“So, you’re in my room…”

“Just wanted to ask if I could sleep with you, it’s nice.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just change,” You agreed and laughed at the way Jeno covered his eyes when you grabbed on the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, “I think we’re way past that, Jeno Lee.”

“Sorry, it’s automatic,” He explained as he dropped his hands back on the bed, watching you silently as you changed into your pajamas. You sleepily climbed into bed next to the man, both of you lying on your sides and staring at each other. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” You softly breathed out. This seemed all too familiar.

He delicately pressed his lips against yours, hand grabbing your cheek so his thumb could soothingly caress your cheek. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft touches, reciprocating the kiss with the same fluttering intensity. Jeno simply did that for a few minutes before breaking away from you and smiling, “Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you.”

“It’s ok,” You giggled, content and in peace.

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