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dazed--xx · 6 months

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SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader (Maknae Line)

A/N: ooofff two uploads in a couple days that shit crazy 😜 but yeah I hope you guys enjoy and there probably won’t be a part two I enjoy that they left the boys because of the behavior. But requests are open and hopefully I’ll release something else soon.

Masterlist. Hyung Line

Jisung:

“You don’t fucking get it Y/N!” Jisung exclaimed for the umpteenth time since you both had walked through the door. “What is there to get? All this could have been avoided if you would have just told me it was supposed to be boys night. I feel bad for ruining that for you guys especially since I wasn’t informed. You didn’t have to have an attitude all night you could have asked me to leave” you retort as you pull your heels off. “Do you really think I could have said Oh you’re not welcome to come? You would have lost your shit and gotten all clingy and annoying like you always fucking do and it’s ridiculous how much you cling to me!” His words spew like venom, you stare at him in utter shock. “Fine I’m sorry I imposed myself on your night with your friends. It won’t happen again can we please not do this right now Ji. It’s stupid we love each other and we shouldn’t be fighting over something that’s not even important” you plead grabbing at his wrist softly, placing your cheek on his shoulder. A habit you’ve become accustomed to since this was a great calming technique when it came to your boyfriend. Typically you’d both sit silently with your head on his shoulder as you both just caught your breath and actually communicated; which is why you were so surprised when you felt him shove you roughly off him. “Don’t fucking touch me seriously can you be any more annoying tonight?!” He growls.

Struggling to catch yourself, you hit your side on the corner of the counter a sharp gasp is released from your throat as your had instinctively caressed the area. “Ow!” You cry, you stare at him in shock “what the hell is wrong with you?” Hurt is laced in your angry tone. His eyes are wide with surprise and guilt. “My love I didn’t realize—I’m so sorry” he apologized profusely, his hand caressing the small of your back making you flinch. A whimper is released from his throat “Im seriously so sorry baby I don’t know why I—just don’t touch me please just leave me alone” you cut him off moving away from him slightly. You see the reality setting in on his face as tears form in his eyes. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry” he gasps out “please don’t make me leave I-I can fix this..” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you gesture him to leave. His hands wrap around your wrists and he holds them to his chest. “Jisung seriously, let me go and leave I don’t want you here.” You snap, knowing your words were quite harsh yet you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he looked like his entire world was crumbling around him. You didn’t care that he was sorry. if him pushing you was the only reason you were doing this you would have had your resolve broken by the way he had pushed you; but his words prior also continued to ring in your head. “Babe I’m begging you please don’t make me leave. I’m sorry I hurt you I am so fucking sorry I hurt you but it won’t ever happen again I promise you that. I can fix this…I don’t want to break up please don’t break up with me.. even if you need space I can give you that I-I can…—sigh—I can be better for you okay? I didn’t mean to genuinely I didn’t mean to.” He pleads. The pain that’s radiating through your back is being less burdensome than the pain in your heart at his words. But your mind is set “please leave Jisung…” you mutter under your breath before you pull your hands from his and make your way into the bedroom locking the door behind you. You heard heavy sobs and profanities coming from your living room for a while before the sound of the front door opening reaches your ears. You hear him cry out to you one more time begging for you to call him when you’ve figured out how you feel before the door is closed behind him.

Felix:

Tears form in your eyes as you stare meekly at your hands placed in your lap at the fourth joke about the dress you chose to wear. And while you did believe it hugged your body and curves in a modest yet sexy way apparently, your boyfriend and his friends found it a lot more arousing than you had intended. With the alcohol that had flowed consistently throughout dinner had sent all inhibitions out the window with the drunk boys. You felt embarrassed as Felix laughed along with the rest of his members. You felt disgusting and objectified. A look of disgust was plastered on Chans girlfriends face as she stared at her boyfriend for his latest comment. You could feel the other girls eyes on you making your growing embarrassment worse. “I-I’m going to see you guys later, j-just text me what I owe you guys for my portion” you croak as you lift yourself from your seat, ignoring Felix’s confused pleading pout. The girls giving you a sympathetic smile telling you to text them when you got home, you give them a small wave and make your way out of the restaurant allowing the tears to flow freely. Honestly you didn’t know what you were thinking wearing something like that, you and the girls went shopping and they thought it would help you gain a little bit of confidence yet now that plan had backfired and you were a laughing stock. And with Felix just laughing along like you, his girlfriend, weren’t objectified and then to make a sexual joke about you himself had you seething and utterly destroyed. A pair of arms clumsily the smell of soju and a familiar cologne fills your nostrils. You bite your bottom lip looking away from your boyfriend. “Ughh come on babe what’s up? What’s wrong?” He whines as he tries to cuddle into you.

“You’re kidding me right?” You snap, pulling away from him “no seriously what’s your problem? Everyone was having fun and you just took things way too personal they aren’t into you like that babe” he offhandedly sighed as he pulled you closer to his frame placing wet kisses along your shoulder “but I am, so please don’t be mad I can’t help but be all over you right now you look so fucking good” he groans his arms firmly wrapping around your waist. “Felix seriously get off me!” You growl trying to pull his hands from around your waist “why are you being such a fucking bitch! “ He snaps releasing his hold on you “I’m sorry I don’t enjoy being objectified by 8 different men!” You retort. A sarcastic laugh rings through the air before Felix’s eyes are locked on you. A darkness takes over his expression “you shouldn’t have just sat there and just allowed it to happen if it was such a problem…I bet it’s what you wanted when you dressed like such a slut.” He snaps his hands wrapping around your shoulders shoving you back against the brick wall roughly.

You stare at him in shock, your mouth hung open as he got in your face his hand grabbing at your chin forcing you to look at him. “Felix you’re drunk let me go!” You argue trying to remove his aggressive hold on you. A conflicted look is planted on his face “you’re such a fucking bitch Y/N!” He exclaims “why do you have to be so fucking annoying right now all I wanted was to have fun with my friends and you had to go and ruin my fucking night! Honestly don’t dress like a whore if you don’t want to be treated like one.” His expression still wearing that unfamiliar darkness which makes your stomach turn. You’ve never seen this side of him, and now that you have you were absolutely terrified. “I never told you to leave you could have had fun with them Lix it would have been fine I just felt uncomfortable so I left I never asked you to leave with me you chose that. And you can chose to go back because I don’t want to be around you” you mutter your eyes drifting to the ground. “Fucking pathetic bitch..” he states under his breath “fine whatever then, bye” his tone is full of sarcasm and anger. You nod softly as you go to make your way around Felix. “Don’t expect me to call your prude ass later though…” he quips. You stare at him with disgust “don’t worry I won’t. Honestly you should expect to get a call or text from me tomorrow when all your shit is packed and on my porch” you growl, shoving him back before ripping the necklace he got you off and tossing it at him. His expression drops, “c-come on, your kidding right?” Panic fills his tone. You shake your head as you walk away from him. “Y-Y/N, wait come on let’s just talk about this..” he begs his hand reaching out to grab you. “No Felix we’re done. There’s nothing else to talk about you can go fuck yourself. Tonight told me what kind of guys you and your friends are and honestly it’s absolutely fucking disgusting. I don’t want to see you again I genuinely hate you especially since you wanted to call me a whore and put your hands on me I’m done with you I don’t ever want to see you again so don’t bother coming to see me when you sober up. Don’t call don’t text I just don’t exist to you anymore; I hope you understand this now because I won’t be entertaining this conversation again” you state stoically before walking away.

Seungmin:

“You had no right!” Seungmin shouted as he stormed into your practice room. Your eyebrows raise in amusement “what do I have no right to do?” You challenge placing your hands on your hips defiantly. A bored expression placed on your face. His jaw clenches as he releases a heavy sigh “Why’d you do that to Soohee?” You roll your eyes “oh my god! What the hell did she tell you? I literally told her to either actually learn the choreography or at least pretend better! Is there something wrong with me as a trainee about to debut scolding my lacking member; who already doesn’t put much effort in because she’s your friend?” You argue. “Min I’m not doing this with you right now as you know I’m busy right now and I’ll apologize to Soohee when she comes back okay? I have to figure this choreography out right now because the choreographer just changed it again because of Soohee. Why don’t you tell your friend to take this more seriously since JYP is ready to shelf us already since we can’t seem to get it together because Soohee won’t put any effort in.” Your steady your breathing as you make your way back over to your phone to run through your dance again. Suddenly, you feel a sharp grasp on your arm forcing you back toward your boyfriend. “You need to leave her alone Y/N! I get your jealousy but she is trying she is putting in effort—just because you’re fucking her and you think no one knows doesn’t mean you need to defend her every time she genuinely does something wrong. She’s my group member that’s why I’ve just left things alone but honestly I don’t even care if I debut anymore because I can’t be in a group with her anymore and I honestly can’t deal with you anymore.” You cut him off forcing his hand off you.

“Why do you have to act like a fucking child?! I’m not cheating on you Y/N I haven’t done anything with Soohee.” He snaps “I don’t care anymore Seungmin that’s the thing you’ve made it clear that in your eyes Soohee is absolutely gold and will always be right. I’m done being second choice to my boyfriends friend. Someone who, mind you, let me know that you guys are indeed sleeping together and also earlier today showed me pictures of you two in bed together! So I don’t care how you feel about Soohee nor do I care about how you feel about me anymore” you state boldly. You can see the conflict in Seungmin’s eyes, you can see that he believes you but he doesn’t want to. He wants to continue to hold his childhood friend in high regard but he knew you were serious. “She’s lying, those pictures are really old before I met you. Nothing happened between us even then I promise you that! I can’t lose you over this please I believe you.. I’ll talk to Soohee and things can get figured out.” He begged his hands grasping at yours trying to pull you into him. Your eyes refusing to meet his, in his panic his hands encase your face “please look at me! I can fix this” he pleas. “No honestly Seungmin just leave” you counter. His eyebrows scrunch together as he throws his phone in your direction “Fuck!” you feel it whip past your head smacking against the mirror behind you. Both of your eyes widen in shock within seconds Seungmin’s arms are around you “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—please get out” you cut him off “w-what no please I’m really sorry” he drops to his knees “GET OUT!!” You scream his eyes watering locked on you with a pleading expression as he shakes his head “no please don’t make me leave I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to I wasn’t looking I wasn’t thinking please I’m sorry” you scoff as you pull yourself from his grasp “I don’t want to see you again” you explain as you walk out of the door.

Jeongin:

“Why are you such a fucking slut?!” Jeongin exclaims. “Jeongin! Thats literally an over exaggeration. I went to lunch with my coworker I wasn’t on a date with him it was literally everyone in my department!” You explain your anger growing in your stomach as your boyfriend continued his tirade. “You’ve been fucking him for months behind my back haven’t you?!” He shouts his hand grabbing at the lamp on the end table and throwing it toward you. The loud crash behind you making you recoil in fear. “No it’s seriously not like that! I haven’t done anything wrong!” You argue with your hands over your ears. You see him lifting the picture of you two from your first anniversary before he threw it at your feet the glass crashing and cracking as it made contact with the ground “you’re a fucking whore! And you say you didn’t do anything wrong? Is fucking your coworker not wrong in your eyes?!” He storms over to you his hand grabbing at your hair pulling your face toward his “you wanna rethink what you just fucking said?” He challenges. Fear flowed through your veins, he was going to hurt you. He was going to seriously hurt you…and you were absolutely terrified. He’s never acted like this before. “Please I’m sorry I’ll leave I won’t bother you again if that’s what you believe but I want to go home I’m scared please let me go home” you pleaded through your sobs. “Fuck!” He growls as he throws you back your head hitting the wall before you land on the broken remnants of the lamps. You can feel the cuts forming on your hands but all you could think was this was your chance. And you dash toward the door. Your legs carrying you at a record breaking speed.

“Wait! Wait I didn’t mean to scare you” he calls his hand wrapping around your arm softly tugging you to face him. His hand caresses your cheek “Im sorry honey, why’d you have to go and make me do that?” His tone is soft. Disgust fills your stomach, anger flares in your stomach as your hand makes contact with his cheek “im sorry honey why’d you have to go and make me mad?” You challenge as you shove him off you and walk out the door, leaving him standing there wide eyed and caressing his now reddened cheek.

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pippin-katz · 27 days

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The Awardist - Nicholas Galitzine & Taylor Zakhar Perez

I have to write down the best bits and record my thoughts while listening to this because I am completely losing my mind over what is our first real interview with the boys that was recorded in real time.

27:55 - right off the bat we got a great inside joke/reference from the host that had me cackle

28:19 - taylor being happy to see their faces and nicholas immediately shutting him down like "well i'm not happy to see taylor's face"

28:40 - taylor joking about putting a post-in note over nick's face lmfao

29:30 - the way they don't want to talk over each other, it's giving alex's bedroom flashbacks

29:40 - nick being like "oh! oh, it's good!" when dipping into the online response when the movie released lmfao 😆

30:33 - the silence following the social media question where they were apparently nodding followed by taylor saying they were texting each other like "mate" "mate" back and forth

31:20 - THEY TALKED ABOUT THE SIGNING WARS

31:44 - nicholas calling taylor "this little fucker" had me dying cause me and @meraki-yao were literally referring to him as that in our conversation on ig yesterday

32:00 - nicholas genuinely asking taylor "what possessed you to do this?"; it's giving storage closet in the children's hospital vibes when henry's like "why do you dislike me?"

33:04 - "take it nick" immediately upon being asked the dense question regarding fans reacting to their portrayals of henry and alex, and the way that nicholas laughs and stutters makes me think that taylor totally did that on purpose to mess with him lmfao

34:00 - taylor stopping to talk to fans regardless of where he is or where he's going and specfically mentioning how meaningful it was that people have said *TW* they were contemplating suicide when they read the book/watched the movie and that it helped them 🥺

35:40 - the host referred to the film as "a coming out story", which i don't really agree with as a label because the coming out portion is an added piece of their relationship as two public figures, but their love is the actual story

36:40 - nicholas referring to the film as "wholesome and funny" made me smile so much because it truly is wholesome

37:18 - not the host making the "top to bottom" joke 😭

37:58 - nicholas and taylor have talked about their friendship with each other and how they instantly clicked; nick knew within a few minutes of rehearsal that taylor was "his buddy" 🥺

38:41 - catch me squaring up with everyone who has made nicholas self conscious and self deprecating about doing so much intimacy work on the screen that he refers to it as "basically his thing" like that's all he's recognized for; i am so ready to punch some motherfuckers 😡

39:10 - "it's so fun now, seeing my mate at all these awards and stuff"; catch me fucking crying

39:24 - not taylor misremembering the "nicholas or joey" question as "who was the better kisser"; he totally combined the "is nicholas a good kisser" question with the "who has your heart tonight" question

40:05 - taylor talking about matthew's background in theatre and how they got to actually rehearse with each other; i will never stop being insanely grateful that matthew is a theatre guy

40:55 - the way i said "oh my god" out loud because i was so excited by the question

41:14 - improvised the "physicality" of the store room; i.e. they just fell on top of each other and clamored around 😂

41:32 - the way i literally gasped so hard that i started coughing when nicholas called taylor "tay", i am not even fucking joking, that was so fucking cute 😭

43:42 - fucking wheezed upon realizing where the question going

44:02 - the knowing way taylor was like "i will take this one" lmfao

45:10 - not me going so red from second hand embarrassment 🫣

45:44 - taylor bringing the jockstrap that nicholas wears in bottoms, and nicholas immediately adding "i won't even go into mary & george" 😂

47:51 - taylor finishing nicholas' sentence about matthew's direction for the cake scene; sharing a braincell lol

48:36 - taylor's dog passed away the night of the first day of filming like wow, that fucking sucks 🥺😭

49:05 - "everyone's looking at me with these sad eyes" made me so sad but then taylor said "do you want some tea?" in a terrible british accent lmfao

49:50 - nicholas complimenting and boosting taylor's performance while having such a hard time emotionally 🥺

50:49 - taylor bringing up running through the museum; i can hear the smile in his voice while talking about it 😭

51:28 - they filmed the kensington palace fight and the red room the week after nicholas got covid

52:40 - oh my god, the way you can hear nick grinning as he throws taylor under the bus for the sequel question 😂

53:30 - taylor wants a second book to base the sequel off of

54:03 - taylor used they/them pronouns for casey!! see? he knows, it was totally nerves

55:20 - it felt like it was over too soon, i desperately need more of them PLEASE 😭

This is the greatest thing that's happened in like, a month for me lmfao I am literally begging for more people to interview the boys about RWRB, I am so fucking desperate for more content of the two of them together. They are everything to me 🥺

#the awardist #red white & royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #matthew lopez #rwrb book #casey mcquiston #rwrb interview #alex claremont-diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover-stuart fox #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh? bet we could make some #Spotify

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daydreamingyuta · 5 months

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NCT as Husbands Series: Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!mark wc: 823 nct as husbands masterlist a/n: ...if I don't get to fall in love with a guy who's just like mark!

I just know that Mark would be the best! husband!!

He’s so romantic and just such a gentleman!! Like even after being with you for so long he takes the time to listen to you and understand you. which is definitely his way of loving you!

You would have to remind him of how great of a husband he is. because showing him you appreciate him will make him melt. But also because he’s so infatuated with you and sometimes feels like he isn’t good enough for you 🥺 so of course you have to remind him of how amazing he is!

Also you're literally his muse! like he finds so much inspiration from you. The amount of love songs and sweet poems he's written for you 🥺🥺

Also doesn’t shut up about how much he’s in love with you. Like makes sure the whole world knows. like he literally cannot stop himself from talking about you but it's just because he loves you so much and can't help himself from bringing you into every conversation.

He's just such a sweet and genuine soul and you would be the luckiest girl in the world to have him as your husband!

It's two in the morning when you wake up from a deep sleep. You think that it's time to get up until you see the time and lay your head back on the pillow. It's not until your hand reaches out for Mark, that you notice he's not in bed with you. You two had both fallen asleep together, so you know that he must have woken up earlier and couldn't go back to sleep. This was a typical occurrence, and often all he needs to fall back asleep is to cuddle with you as you gently scratch your nails up and down his back to soothe him. So, you hop out of bed and throw on a sweater so you can go find him in hopes of coaxing him back to bed. You're about four steps from the living room, when you hear muffled sniffles. Your heart immediately drops knowing that Mark was crying. You make your way over to him on the couch and place your hand on his shoulder which gives him a little shock as he wasn't expecting you. "Mark, what's wrong?" You ask and then notice that he was holding the album that had all your wedding pictures in his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just couldn't sleep and our wedding anniversary is in a few weeks and I don't know, I just wanted to look at you in your wedding dress again." He wipes his tears away before he leans his head on your shoulder. You try to comfort him by rubbing your hand up and down the length of his arm. "Aw baby, it's ok you didn't wake me up but why is this making you cry?" "I don't know. It's just- before I met you I really never thought that I could have ever seen myself getting married. I used to be so confused and uncertain about the future but then I met you and... it was like everything all of sudden made sense. and then on our wedding day, when I saw you walking down the aisle in your dress, I just knew. I like just knew that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. and that all my steps, mistakes, and decisions led me to you and how thankful I am that everything led me to you y/n." "Markkk" You say, now starting to tear up along with him. He pulls you in a hug, not trying to hide his tears any longer. "I don't even know what to say but I love you so so so much." You two stay like that together for a while, just wanting to enjoy each other's presence during the sweet moment. However, once you feel your eyelids start to grow heavy, you know Mark must be getting tired as well. "Let's go back to bed, ok?" Mark yawns as he nods, showing just how sleepy he is. "Do you mind doing the back thing with your nails so I can go to sleep?" "Of course." You say, kissing him on his temple. You both head back to bed, Mark in front of you, but then something prompts you to look back. You see the photo album and the mess of tissues on the floor, but when you look closer, you see a slight smudge on the protective cover of a photo of you. You wipe it gently away and you immediately know the feel of it. It was chapstick, meaning Mark must have kissed your picture. Your heart completely melts at the thought as you set the photo album down and head to bed, knowing that you need to give him extra cuddles tonight for being so sweet and cute.

#mark lee #nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #mark lee x y/n #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #established relationship

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talaok · 10 months

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Hey. I have an idea for pedro and reader

The reader's ex calls her in the middle of the night begging her back to him and the reader gets out the bedroom trying not to wake pedro up and avoid any fight but he wakes up and gets jealous and angry

Jealous Pedro is my own personal curse lol, I genuinely don’t get why you like him. But for you? Anything babes. Also, happy ending won in the poll, but thanks to an anon I've decided to write both endings bc I'm an asshole

warnings: jealousy, angst

Pt.2

Oh fuck please not again.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you didn’t even need to look at the caller to know who it was.

Only one person would call you at 4:45 am. the same one that had been flooding you with texts and calls for a week now.

You had been ignoring him, telling yourself that “It’s just a phase” and “it’ll pass”, but god, had you been wrong.

You and Jason had broken up two years ago now, and casually, just when you had finally made your relationship with Pedro public, he felt the need to connect with you again.

That's not how Jason had always been, he was once caring and fun and everything you needed... until he wasn't.

He hadn't taken your breaking up with him well, and you tried to be understanding of it, god knows you had been in the same position too once or twice, your heart broken, your mind confused- but then when after two months he'd still call you crying, you decided to give him a little tough love by texting him something that could be summarized in "I know you're hurt but this is getting kind of ridiculous at this point" and by blocking him.

Somewhere after that, for some godforsaken reason, you had decided to unblock him, and to really show off your decision-making skills, you even answered the phone when he had called you last week, finding him in tears, begging for a second chance.

If you were anyone to judge, this call wasn't gonna be much different, but this story had to end at one point, and as you got up from the bed, sneaking out of the room as Pedro breathed soft snores into the air, you decided the time had come.

"Jason?" you whispered, tiptoeing to the living room.

"baby? Oh my god it's really you, I've been trying to call you"

"yeah I saw" you stated, not short of sarcasm

"Oh t-that's ok, you were busy I jus-"

"no Jason I wasn't busy, this is inappropriate"

"Wha-what are you talking about baby, I love you"

there went the tears again

"Jason I'm sorry alright, but I don't, I have a boyfriend, I'm happy"

"no you don't understand babe I can't live without you, I love you more than life y/n, more than anything... I- I need you"

"Jason we broke up a long time ago. It's over. It has been for a while now"

"you don't mean that baby, we love each other, remember how good we were together? I know you do"

"stop calling me baby and stop calling me in general Jason. I don't love you and I don't want to get back together" Your voice raised to a whispery-yell as you got more frustrated.

"Why are you whispering- Is he there? Let me talk to him"

"why would I do that? What would you even want to tell him?"

"I'm sure I can make him understand, man to man y'konw-"

"oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "Jason stop calling me"

"but bab-"

"No. No buts, it's over. we're never getting back together. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep, and I suggest you do the same"

"y/n please- I love you, I need you I-"

"goodnight Jason. Don't call me again" You didn't give him time to finish as you hung up, throwing your phone on the couch and closing your eyes as you took a very well-deserved deep breath.

Fuck this shit man.

"Who was it?"

You jumped on your feet, a shiver of fear running down your spine as you turned towards the ominous voice.

"Pedro-" you sighed, taking in his sleep-filled expression.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" he apologized, with a soft chuckle "Who were you talking to?"

shit

"uh- don't worry, it was no one"

"I don't think it was no one if you got up at 4 in the morning to answer, did something happen?"

"no-no nothing like that, it's stupid, don't worry"

He frowned as he studied your expression, clearly confused at your secrecy.

"Who was it?"

Your eyes focused behind him at the glimpse of your room the opened door granted.

Everything was fine just 10 minutes ago...

"It was Jason"

Pedro paused a moment, taken aback by your answer

"Jason as in your ex-boyfriend Jason?" he asked "And why exactly was Jason calling you in the middle of the night?"

"it's not what you think"

This was why you didn't want him to know.

He had a history with unfaithfulness, the woman before you had cheated on him multiple times and left him hurt and bruised, and it was hard for him to fully trust you - or anyone for that matter- after that.

you didn't want him to close off again, you trusted each other, and you feared this would have given him a reason to get back to old habits.

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"no, let me explain-" you got closer to him.

"I'm so fucking stupid" he huffed, not listening to you

"no you're not, just-listen to me" you said, putting a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down

He watched you, hurt and anger in his eyes, but he took a breath, nodding as he grumbled a "fine"

"He's been calling me for a while-"

"is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Baby, let me talk" you reminded him, and he gave you another non-enthusiastic nod "He's been calling me since I made our relationship public, saying that he wants to get back with me and that he loves me..." you paused, glancing at the way he tightened his fists by his side "and I've been ignoring him because-" your lips turned into a soft smile as you reached for his hand "...well because I've got you, and I don't want anybody else in the world except you"

You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your mouth to leave a quick kiss on it.

"and the only reason why I answered tonight is because I was sick of it, and I wanted to tell him once and for all that we're done because I love you, and only you Pedro" You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek "I promise"

You saw the way your words affected him.

And as much as he tried to fight it, you were always the only one able to calm him down, even when his worst fear came to life. Because he loved you, but most importantly... he trusted you.

"are you telling the truth?" he finally asked, as if in his mind he wasn't praying for you to be doing just that.

He didn't want to lose you, he couldn't.

"I am baby. I swear"

His eyes left yours for a second as he took a deep breath

"why didn't you tell me? I would have done something, I would have gone have a talk with that asshole"

You let out a small laugh

"yeah, a talk" you teased, raising your eyebrows "And besides it didn't matter, it was just a stupid thing not worth your time"

he took your other hand in his, shaking his head

"if he, or anybody else, does this again you tell me, ok?"

As much as you wanted to joke about how many crazy exes he believed you had, you decided this wasn't the time.

"ok" you smiled "I promise"

"good" he nodded, bending down to ghost your lips "Now let's go to bed so I can remind you of a few things I'm sure I'm better at than Jason"

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or... (angst with no happy ending)

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"It's not what you think"

"It's not? 'cause it sure looks like it"

"It was just a phone call Pedro, just let me explain"

"A phone call with your ex-boyfriend"

"yes, exactly my ex-boyfriend"

"This is unbelievable," he huffed, passing a hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture "I fucking trusted you. You made me trust you, and then... then you go screw that fucking asshole behind my back"

"I'm not screwing anybody"

"sure you aren't" he turned to walk away, but you grabbed his arm.

"Listen to me"

"To what? more lies?" he snapped

"No Pedro I can explain if you just let me talk"

"I don't need an explanation, I know exactly what's going on, just- leave me, I'll go"

"Just like that?" you questioned "You don't even wanna hear me out for a second? You so easily lose all the trust you had in me?"

"Can you blame me?"

"This is ridiculous, I've answered the phone to tell him to stop calling, that's the only reason why! I'm not cheating on you" you spoke, your tone getting louder "And the fact that you came to that conclusion so quickly is fucking insulting"

"right" he snickered "so you answered the phone at four in the morning to tell him to stop calling, very believable y/n" he shook his head "and to think you're a fucking actress"

"fuck you Pedro" you spat out "You know what? I deserve someone who trusts me, who lets me fucking speak and explain myself, not someone who at the first mistake throws me out like trash"

"And I deserve someone who's not a cheater. Guess we both deserve better"

"I guess we do"

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ysrjune · 16 days

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you.

part 5! of tell me what you want

Scott stayed over at his friends house for a whole week. He had texted his parents that he was staying over, but not with a reason. He was old enough to make his own decisions, so they had only told him they loved him and to be safe. Scott explained the whole story to his friend, Ray. The poor boy cried his heart out to Ray after explaining it all. Scott was never the kind of guy to think being emotional was stupid or something to be ashamed of. Neither was Ray. “You'll find another girl, Scott. She doesn't deserve you.”

“Ray, you don't get it. I don't want somebody else! I want her. I've always wanted her.” He sniffled, making Ray sigh. He knew how much you meant to Scott no matter what you did to him. “Why don't you just talk to her, man. You've been ignoring her texts and calls all week.”, “Because I don't know what to say. Am I supposed to apologize? Expect her to apologize?”

“Why are you gonna apologize to her? You didn't do anything but love her. You only dated her for a couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure you're the best boyfriend she's ever had.” Ray was right. You've dated guys behind your parents' back, but never lasted long because they were all jerks and only dated you because you're pretty.

Scott didn't reply to Ray. He just stared at the ground, mind blank. It's not like you were his only problem, either. He had to apologize to Sam. Even if what Sam did was fucked up, he tried to explain, and Scott didn't let him. Then again, he always forgave Sam for everything, especially when they were kids. “Scott?” Ray repeated his name for the 3rd time. “Huh?” His puffy eyes shifted to the boy.

“She's calling again. Are you gonna pick up this time?” Scott looked down to the ringing phone. He sighed and answered. “Hello?” He sounded so congested. You nearly think you're gonna have a heart attack just from hearing his voice again. “Bab—” He was quick to cut you off. “Scott,” Yeah, you really messed up.

“Scott,” you sighed. “Listen, you don't have to forgive me. I know what I did was wrong, and I should have told you. But I wanted you to know that I want you. You were the first boy to make every second count in our relationship. If you were on the phone while we were hanging out, you held my hand. You never stopped texting me throughout the day. You took me out almost everyday—you spent all your time with me. Dating or not. I know you probably don't want me anymore, but.. I'm sorry. You deserve the biggest apology ever.”

“I'm sorry too.” Sam's voice chimed in, making Scott a little taken back. “I'm your brother, I should act like it. I never meant to hurt you, Scott. I didn't know what I was doing. I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I did, but I hope you can. I don't wanna lose my brother's love and trust.” His voice cracked a little. It sounded like he was trying not to cry. “Please, Scott. I can't eat or even sleep knowing that you're this upset with me. I want my brother back.” It wasn't any form of lying or manipulation. You could tell Sam was genuinely sorry.

Scott was silent throughout the whole phone call. Not because he didn't want to answer, but because he didn't know what to say. He never ever received any apologies like this. Was he supposed to say it's okay? thank you? Absolutely clueless until Ray mouthed ‘thank you’ to Scott, helping him out. The blonde bit his lip and hesitantly answered.

“Thank you.” Then he hung up.

You and Sam look at each other, confused. “Um. Do you think he actually forgives us?” You ask Sam. “More like did he forgive us at all.” He sighed and turned on his back, grabbing a pillow and hugging it over his chest. “I think he needs more time. He'll come around eventually.”

“You dont know that.” You say, picking at your nails. “Kay, I dont wanna sound stuck up, but, like. I know he's gonna come back and accept our apology if he already didn't. Scott's a very forgiving person.” It did sound stuck up, but you trusted Sam's word. I mean, they're brothers. He would definitely know of Scott would forgive him or not.

Scott didn't come home until a week after your phone call. Sam told you not to come over either, so you waited even longer. You didn't even get any updates. However, you did hear yelling coming from next door. You could make out a few words, like “idiot” and “whore”. What if that was Scott saying that you're a whore? No, he would never.. you think.

2 days passed since Scott came back. You scrolled on social media to find that Scott had posted something on his story, but you didn't wanna open it too fast in case he has just barely posted it, so you decided to wait 15 minutes. God, those were the longest 15 minutes of your life, but once they were over, you clicked his story. It was a dumb photo of Sam side eyeing the camera with his smudged eyeliner and messy hair.

Okay, so things seem to be fine with them if both of them are in Sam's room. As long as they weren't fighting, you were happy. At this point, you couldn't think of reasons why Scott would forgive you. At least you didn't have them stop talking to each other for the rest of their lives.

Later on, Chris knocked at your door. He knew the whole story since the day after everything went down. Your brother was the only one keeping you sane right now. He offered to take you out to eat and to shop, which was super sweet. Did he think you were a slut? No, but was he disappointed? Yes. But no matter what, you're his little sister and will always be there for you.

He tried so hard to keep your mind off those boys and was successful, but only until he left. Today, he had news.

“Scott asked me if he could come over later. I'm gonna talk to Sam about Alyssa, and.. well, yknow. You're gonna talk to Scott.” Chris mumbled, holding your hand. He knew you were scared. What was Scott going to tell you? Was he officially gonna end things? You had no idea.

“Thank you, Chris.” He was confused. Why the hell were you thanking him? “For?” He asked, cracking your fingers. “For being there for me even when I was the one in the wrong.” Tears filled your eyes. He looked up at you and smiled, rolling his eyes. “Aw, come on. Don't cry, you dork.” He pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“You're my sister, I'm always gonna be there for you.”

Tears were shed.. mostly by you—and lots of affection was shared the whole time you thanked your brother. But then the time came around when Scott was coming over. You quickly fixed yourself up while Chris went to the door to get Scott and leave to talk to Sam.

The door opened, and your heart dropped. Scott looked.. good? For some reason, you expected him to look like he's had no sleep or whatever, but he looked normal. “Why?” He asked, standing at the door.

That simple question really said a lot. You bit your lip, not knowing exactly what to say. He sighed, looking out your door, then back to you and closing it. “You had so much to say over the phone, but now you dont wanna say a god damn thing?” His words were a little cold, but his voice was soft just like it always was.

“Angel, come on. You don't have to be scared to tell me what was goin’ on. Im asking you why.” The name he always called you gave a little bit of comfort. “I dont know, Scott, I'm sorry! I was stupid. I didn't think about what I was doing!” Your voice cracked, and tears started running down your rosy cheeks. Scott seemed a little frustrated that you were the one crying, but he didnt say anything.

“I just had a thing for Sam, I guess. After we..” You looked at him. You didn't even say you had sex with his brother, but obviously, he knew what you meant.. and he looked sad about it. “But when we were done, he said he was never gonna do it again. I'm pretty sure he was gonna ignore me afterward.”

“So do you like me, or do you like Sam.” He made eye contact. Seriously, was he not gonna cry? It embarrassed you that you were the one crying. “I like you, Scott. I love you. I realized I took you for granted before we were together. I realized how much you really liked me and how great of a boyfriend you are.”

“Do you mean that, or are you just saying it so I'll forgive you.” How could he even say that, of course you meant it! “Scott, I mean it. I regret doing that to you.” He came closer, standing in front of you while you were sitting on your bed. “Okay, I forgive you.” He crossed his arms, sighing. “Do you wanna give this another try? I mean. I still have feelings for you, baby. Nothing will change that.”

Wow, he really was a forgiving person. It surprising he was giving you a second chance, and who would you be to say no. “Yes. I wanna try again.” You nodded, looking up at him. Those eyes he loved so much. Even though your eyes were red and puffy, they were still mesmerizing to him. “Well, I shouldn't have put it like that, I guess. We never broke up in the first place. So think of it as we're not in a tight spot anymore.”

You nod as he fell to his knees, now pretty much the same height as you. “You gotta promise you'll never do some dumb shit like that again. Not to me, not to any other guy if we really do end up breaking up eventually.” You nod. “Will you stop nodding at me and use your words, please?” His hands rested on your thighs. You wanted to nod again but didn't. “I won't do it again, Scott. I won't ever be stupid like that again.”

“Good.” His hands left your thighs so that he could wrap his arms around your chest. You slide a little to reach him and hug him over the shoulders. You buried your face in his neck, kissing it gently. “I missed you, Scotty.”

“I missed you too.” He rubbed your back and pulled back to see your face. “Can I kiss y—” You didn't let him finish that question. As soon as you heard kiss, you went for it. It was slow and passionate. It turned into a little bit of a makeout, but hey! who were you to complain.

Afterward, he wiped your cheek with his thumb and smiled. “You taste good.” He let out a little chuckle. “Like cherries.” You smile back, digging your hand into his blonde hair. “It's the chapstick you bought me a few weeks ago, remember. You said you liked cherries and wanted my lips to taste like them everytime we kiss.”

“Bold of you for assuming we'd kiss tonight.” He pinched your cheek. “Yeah, well, it was definitely an assumption.”

Hours went by while you two really got deeper into the whole thing. He told you that he was anxious about even coming over to talk to you and that he was actually just gonna end up breaking up with you after you gave him an explanation. But of course, he didn't, and also told you why.

More kisses were shared, along with hugs. “I love you, angel.” he whispered into your ear as you fell asleep in his arms.

It took the rest of the summer to even get a little more comfortable around both boys, but it happened. School started up again, so you didn't get to see Scott all day, but once you got home, he was outside your porch.

God, telling your parents that you were dating Scott sent them to another planet, but at least it was Scott! If it was anyone else, your dad probably would've threatened to shoot them. Sam liked to keep his distance from you, which was understandable. But that didn't mean he was gonna stop saying hi when he saw you, or give a hug here and there when you came over.

Scott was such a good boyfriend, indeed. Taking you out almost every day to hang out just to eat. When you were just friends, he got along with your parents just well, but now that he was over more, his dad LOVED him.. mostly cause Scott would actually pay attention to your dad's nonsense and genuinely enjoy it.

“I dont know how you dont tell him to shut up and leave.” You say, combing his hair while he laid in between your thighs. “I dont know how you do! He tells me all these things from when he was in high school and stuff. I like hearing about it.” He shrugged. “Mm.” You hum. He smirked and turned himself around, burying his face in your clothed crotch.

This made you a little nervous since, well, the last time he's ever touched you was THAT day. “Scott, what are you doing..” You asked, hips bucking when he rubbed his thumb up and down on your crotch. “Nothing. Can I not touch my girlfriend? Make her feel good?” He bit his lip, making eye contact.

Yeah, this was going somewhere good cause you being all nervous and shy turned him on real bad and ended up with him eating your pussy and fingering you. At least he was being slow and gentle. Your parents were home, too, so the risk excited him a little more.

And of course! he fucked you, too! he even recorded it.

Scott Monroe is the best boyfriend you could ask for. He always knows what to say when you're sad, what to do when you're mad, and how to just keep you happy. He loved you so much. He was already fantasizing about marrying you after 3 years of staying together. Yeah, you both were still young, but he was never gonna let you leave him..

I KNOW YALL HATE ME UGHH IM SORRY I JUST COULDNT DO DATING BOTH @ THE SAME TIME CAUSE THEN IT'D END UP IN MORE PARTS AND IM LAZY 4 THAT 💔 anyway erm!! the part where hes like ermm eating you out I was lwk thinking of it being like this (8:46 — 19:33) but jajaaj anyways tell me what you want is FINISHED 😈😈😈

@heartsforanakin @sockiess @anakinstwinklebunny 🎀

#hayden christensen #sam monroe #life as a house #scott barringer #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #scott barringer imagine #scott barringer x reader #higher ground #scott barringer x you

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hyuckilstan · 1 year

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Make it up to you -P.Sh

Pairing!— Seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre!— Angst, smut, fluff if you squint?

warnings!— cunnilingus, protected sex, a whole lot of apologizing and petnames, make-up sex but its soft, possessiveness more like over protectiveness, kinda toxic ngl.

Summary!— Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.

Wc!— 2.1+k words

a/n!— oka I’m back lol and I thought why not make my comeback with a hwa fic (also there might be some typos idk 💀)

☽·Masterlist·☾

Right now, You’re fucking done with everything.

You’re done with Seonghwa, your boyfriend, you’re done with yourself, heck you feel like you’re done with the relationship.

“I can fucking take care of myself Hwa!” you shout back, feeling frustrated, you know Seonghwa loves you, so much so that he loves to pamper you, sometimes too much that it feels like he thinks of you as a mere child he wants to protect.

Just like tonight, you had peacefully told him that you would be fine if he left you alone at the bar while he goes to chat with his friends, since they were celebrating Hongjoong’s big day as a producer after all, although you’re pretty sure you've ruined the night for him.

Seonghwa just couldn’t resist when he saw some guy hitting on you and even swung his fist at him, resulting in you both standing outside after getting kicked out, arguing.

When you told him once again that he shouldn't have been so protective he blurted out something along the lines that you said that cause you do love the attention, or something like that.

You don’t really remember.

You don’t want to remember.

“We’ve been over this Y/N, I do this because I care for you,” he still refused to admit that what he had said and done were wrong, maybe you were dramatic about him being protective, but what he had said after hurt you more than you wish it did.

“Am I like a goddamn child to you?! I am an independent person Hwa, I can make my own choices and protect myself too, I don’t need to be dependent on someone to do that for me!” You think you’re screaming, you’re not sure, your ears are still ringing because of the loud music, and you feel like your senses are numb and your tears won't stop falling.

Seonghwa hates seeing you like this, more so that he is making you feel like this, but he just wants you to understand that he does it all because he loves you, without a second thought, he says some words he immediately regrets.

“So you call allowing that fucking man to throw himself at you independent? Maybe you are a fucking child Y/N.”

You think you can hear your heart shatter into a million pieces, you don’t respond, mainly cause you are physically unable to, you just want to scream and cry, and you do.

“Stop. I- I’m heading home, and don’t you dare follow me,” you sob and Seonghwa stands stunned when he realizes what he has said and done.

You can hear him calling your name but you choose not to, still sobbing and tears flowing like a river, you open the door to Wooyoung’s car, who had told you before you and Seonghwa left that he could drive you home, almost as if he knew that you would want some distance from your boyfriend.

Wooyoung doesn’t question you, instead he drives to your home, he does tell you that it will be okay every now and then. You wonder if your relationship with Seonghwa is in a critical position, you wonder if you would ever make up.

You do know the amswer to whose questions when you do reach your home and Wooyoung gives you a tight hug, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll work things out, Seonghwa loves you nd you love him, arguments happen once in a while, I just know that you guys are made for each other,” he says and you nod, wiping your tears, bidding him goodbye as well as thanking him.

Once you enter your home, you feel like the place is colder, is it because of the feeling of dread you have for when Seonghwa will return home or just because of the weather? Either way, you decide to wash up and immediately head to bed.

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Its currently a little past 1 in the morning and it seems like you have cried yourself to sleep, but your ringtone wakes you up, you decide to bot pick up seeing that it was Hwa, but when he keeps on calling you finally pick up.

You don’t say anything, but you can clearly hear Seonghwa sniffing on the other side of the phone, “Y/N... Please, let me in, I’m so sorry, please, ” his pleads are pathetic and Seonghwa knows it.

You hang up without saying a word but you do get up to open the door, after mentally preparing yourself to face him of course

When you open the door, you see Seonghwa, possibly in the most hopeful yet miserable state you’ve seen. He looks stoked to see you, he starts crying, and you are about to start crying too.

He lets himself in, locking the door behind him, “Hwa-” before you can say more, Seonghwa’s soft lips are pressed against yours harshly, you both need this.

He effortlessly hoists you up so that your legs are wrapped around his hips, he doesn’t stop kissing you, instead he makes the kiss deeper, more intimate but you don’t complain.

He somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom and he gently lays you down on the bed, he pulls himself away and you almost whimper, “I’m sorry baby, are you okay with this?” he asks, his voice is full of hurt and regret, you can feel it, because that is also the same case for you when you speak out.

You cannot exaggerate how good he looks right now, his soft skin illuminated by the moonlight and his eyes that are glistening as they look up at yours.

“Hwa don’t stop, please,” you plead and he nods diving back in the kiss, his hands are all over your body now, your body is burning up, he feels so fucking good against you.

His lips leave yours but they start trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling it, “Is this okay?” he asks for your assurance when his fingers are pulling at the waistband of your shorts, you nod, tugging at the hem of his shirt, Seonghwa nods as well, taking off his shirt in one swift movement and now you’re staring at him, observing his every next movements.

He slowly pulls your shorts down along with your underwear, your breath hitches when you feel his hot breath against your now wet core, “You don’t have to...” you say quietly but Seonghwa shakes his head in disagreement

“No baby, let me make it up to you, please?” he asks innocently, and who were you to say no to him, when you give him the green light he wastes no time in taking you in his mouth

He wets your already wet folds and starts flicking his tongue at your clit, “Fuck!” you groan, Seonghwa was always skilled with his tongue and that makes you feel intoxicated, he always looks so pretty between your legs.

Your fingers rake his hair, tugging his hair slightly to pull him closer, Seonghwa doesn’t complain, rather he loves it when yiu chase for your pleasure.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the bedroom as your boyfriend alternates between giving kitten licks to your cunt and flicking your clit with his tongue, Seonghwa softly moans when you tug his hair harsher, he was growing rock hard at this point.

He sucks at your clit making you gasp, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you I love you I love you,” he says between his sucks and licks, he continues repeating the words “I love you” and “I’m sorry” every now and then, and before you know it, tears are staring to fall again, this time not only because of hurt, but also because of pleasure.

He fucks his tongue into your wet hole while his nose brushes against your clit and Seonghwa feels contented when he hears your moans getting louder, but he wants to hear more from you.

So he wets his fingers in his mouth, fucking two digits into you, you moan out loudly when he starts curling them, the pleasure was starting to get really intense.

“That’s it baby, take it all for me, just want you to feel good,” he says and resumes on fucking you with his fingers and sucking your clit, “Hwa, I think- I’m going to cum soon-” you inform him and he hums, fucking his fingers into you even faster.

Curses leave your mouth as you buck your hips while the pleasure Seonghwa was delivering to you remained constant; you feel your climax arriving dangerously close and before you could warn him, you had came all over your boyfriend’s face.

You gasp at the sight of seonghwa’s face smeared with arousal, feeling more aroused when he licks it all up, “Fuck baby that was so hot,” he chuckles, he gets up to take off his clothes that were still on and crawling back up to the bed, staring right at you.

He gently cups your face, it feels nice and warm, “I feel so fucking stupid baby, will you forgive me?” he asks and you stare at him for a little longer before you hum, he’s still hesitant so you decide to speak up, “Hwa, I just want you to fuck the pain away,” you tell him and it causes his cock to twitch.

“Shit baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls and Seonghwa, being the best boyfriend he (almost) always is obliges, he quickly grabs a condom from your nightstand and rolling it down along his erect length, he then aligns his dick to your hole after wetting it with your arousal.

He easily slides himself in, and you both moan in unison, you frantically reach out your arms to pull him closer, noticing this, Seonghwa starts kissing you again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

He starts to slowly rock his hips towards yours, fucking in and out of you deliciously, “Yes, right there Hwa,” you moan when his length hits just the right spot, Seonghwa hums and continuously abuses that spot.

He swallows your moans as your tongues danced together, his hands are back to cupping your face and right now, you feel so loved, Seonghwa was making love to you.

“You feel so tight,” he groans, fucking even deeper into you, his lips are now against your neck again, this time peppering it softly, while you moan out without a single care, all your frustration leaving as pleasure arrives.

Your second climax is arriving and you need more, “Hwa, please- harder,” you ask, Seonghwa responds obediently to your request, he was now slamming his length into you at a fast pace, to which he loudly curses.

You reach your hands down to your clit, gently rubbing then, Seonghwa smirks amused, “That’s it baby, rub that clit while I fuck you so good,” he pants and you nod frantically.

When Seonghwa notices that your moans are getting more choked and louder he speaks up again, “You’re gonna cum for me again my love?” You nod and his groans follows your response, “Me too love- fuck- let’s cum together.”

You cannot form words, or at least coherent ones, you just take the pleasure you’re receiving, you can also tell that Seonghwa is close to the edge when you feel him twitch inside of you.

He places his hands at your hips tightly and pulls your hips and fucking into you, your choked out moans, the sound of skin on skin and his pants are the only thing you can now hear.

“Shit I’m cumming” he says and you do too as he continues to fuck into you while he empties his load in the rubber, once you both reach your climax, he rests his forehead against yours, you’re both breathing heavily at this point.

He lays himself next to you, softly kissing you, he brushes a portion of your hair behind your ear and sighs, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I promise to never do or say those things again,” he apologizes again for you don’t even remember how many times but could feel how genuine Seonghwa was being.

You smile softly at him, which further reassured him that you have indeed forgiven him, “It’s okay Hwa,” you snuggle onto him, “Arguments can break out often, we can only do so much as grow from them,” you tell him.

Seonghwa cannot describe how happy he feels as well as how proud, he does realize now that you are a grown up who is capable of handling themselves and that he had been pampering and babying you too much.

“I love you so much,” he says pulling you in tighter against his chest, “I love you too,” you reply with a faint smile.

Wooyoung was right, you would’ve come up with a solution one way or the other, as weird as this may be, you managed to work things out.

You were made for each other.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 months

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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 6 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 7

Summary: Daemon eases your fears and worries.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

“Are you alright?” Emma's voice was filled with concern as she asked you if you were okay, noticing the distress that was evident on your face. The two of you had just left Lily's house, and Emma could sense the negative effect it had on you.

“I'm fine..just want to go home” Emma sighed as you said that. She could tell that you were not alright, but she didn't know how to help without you opening up to her.

“Y/n I know you have always liked him but him and Lily have always been this way..they fight, fuck other people and then get back to each other.. don't you remember how he treated you on the ship after he slept with you?” you turned your head to look at her as she said that. Emma's words had struck a chord in your heart, reminding you of the awful morning when Daemon had completely dismissed you post the one night stand .

“Yeah? Always huh? How many times have they survived a ship sinking incident before? How many times before Daemon was left stranded on an island with someone else? This is not the same thing..why it's so hard for you guys to understand” you got visibly agitated as you finished your sentence, your voice raised as you tried to express that you and Daemon weren't just a fling.

“I'm just trying to protect you..” she mumbled softly so you sighed.

“I know but I also know what I'm doing..do you have any idea what I have been through with Daemon on that Island? You can't just get over that stuff and move on with your life as if nothing happened. He …he knows me..I know him..six months ..we were .. everything to each other” your eyes teared up and you hated how weak you felt in the moment. You always felt this way whenever Daemon was in the picture.

“But he's not on that Island anymore and neither are you..he's back here in the actual world where Lily is”

You didn't say anything as she said that. After what Lily had said about him fucking her last night and seeing things from Emma's perspective you felt hurt and worried. You asked him clearly if he had fucked her and he said no, did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you and hurt you like that?

“Do you want me to find a job for you? Dalton was asking about you” she said as she pulled the car in your driveway so you took your seat belt off, you just wanted to go home and cry.

“Not right now, last time you hooked me up with a job ..things didn't work out so well”

You heard the literal gasp she let out as you jabbed at her. That was mean and uncalled for but anger was bubbling inside you at the moment and Daemon wasn't there to take it.

You entered your bedroom, exhausted from the emotional upheaval. As you collapsed onto your bed, you noticed a missed call and a few text messages from Daemon on your phone. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone and opened the message.

You didn't want to ignore him and you certainly didn't want to hurt him by making assumptions about him, he told you something and you wanted to believe him but insecurities from the past ran deep and this wouldn't be the first time a man would cheat your trust like this. Instead of wrestling with your thoughts you dialed his number instead,

“Am I being ignored?” He asked as soon as he picked up so you sighed.

“Why would you say that?”

“What did she say to you..love?” his tone of voice made it clear that he was genuinely concerned.

“Where are you?” you asked him nonchalantly, your voice didn't really hold any emotion at the moment.

“I'm with my lawyer, had to discuss uhhh.. some fortune related complexities..are you back at your place?” He enquired so you barely hummed in response “Can I come see you?”

“You don't have to ask me” he chuckled as you said that,

“I'm trying to be more civilized and less of a caveman”

“Don't you want to go see Lily?” you asked him with sarcasm and envy dripping from your tone.

“Not right now, I want her to move on.. darling.. whatever she said to you that's making you all squeaky and snappy at me .. I will fix it yeah? And then you're going to fix me” you couldn't help but bite on your lip as his words made you feel slightly bashful.

“Okay” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line as you mumbled a short response again.

Half an hour later as you opened the door and saw Daemon standing there, with his arms behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his face, you felt your heart skip a beat. The peach ribbed shirt he was wearing just added to his charm, it made you want to snuggle against him. Despite your feelings for him, the idea of him breaking your trust and lying to you was breaking your heart in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine.

The only reason why you weren't crying yourself to sleep for the past two days was because of him, the past month when you both were avoiding each other was difficult to say the least. The nightmares about drowning in the ocean had become a frequent occurrence, leaving you feeling frightened and restless. The fact that he was the only thing preventing you from giving in to the emotional distress that had been haunting you was both a comfort and a burden. But he was the only one who truly understood you because he was there suffering with you.

“Flowers for the beautiful lady” he held one of his hands forward to present you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers so you grabbed it and took in their scent “Chocolates” he then brought his other hand forward so you grabbed the box and went into your room, acting like a petulant child, it didn't do anything to deter him, he actually found you adorable like this.

He was expecting a kiss and a hug but this morning when you had told him that you were tagging along with Emma to visit Lily, he was terrified, not because he had anything to hide from you but because he knew as a matter of fact that she'd try to fill your head against him to drive wedge between you both. He was well aware of her vindictive ways when she was scorned like this.

“We need to stop meeting like that at your door” he mumbled as he entered the bedroom door and you were already on the bed with your face down into the pillow.

You felt his lips trail up from your calves to your hamstrings and he spent a good minute on your ass cheeks before he kissed up from the small of your back very slowly. Shivers ran down your spine as he moved up and pulled your hair aside to kiss your nape. You turned around to look at him and your teary eyes rendered his heart, your delicate features always softened him.

“If it wasn't for us being stranded on that Island you'd never date me would you?” You asked him as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers, you always feared that your connection with him was rooted in the shared trauma of the island and would fizzle soon.

“Yeah that might be true but not because there's something wrong with you or that you're not insanely attractive but because I wouldn't really get to know you like this..so intimately in every possible way”

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your chest, resting right above your heart, and you couldn't help but feel the burst of emotions.

His hand then drifted under your skirt as he leaned down to kiss you lovingly, palms wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into him so you sighed and closed your eyes to feel him close.

“You used to visit Paradise with Emma ” your eyes snapped open as he mentioned that.

Paradise was the name of the club The Dragonriders played at frequently and you used to go there on weekends before you even took the job on Utopia. “I'd often watch you dance from afar..you never even looked at me back then you know.. didn't even notice me” he mumbled softly in your ears so you cupped his cheeks again.

“I didn't know you..you were just a stranger”

“Exactly darling.. sometimes you have to learn the person inside out to truly appreciate them. I know i was unfair and cruel to you after that night we had spent together but it was my immaturity speaking..now i know better” you sighed as he said that, your hands sneaked inside his shirt as he leaned into you for a kiss again. He was irresistible at all times but especially when he was on top of you like this.

“You look cute in your pretty little skirt baby, my brave girl ..now are you going to sulk some more or you'd tell me what it is she said to you that is messing with your head?” he asked you, his voice was still gentle but firmer this time. You didn't want to beat around the bush either.

“She told me that you made love to her last night after you dropped her off and then later on she went into detail about how magical it was for both of you”

He looked at you intensely for a moment before he chuckled slightly as if he had it coming..

Somehow that reaction eased your fear, it was Lily's words against the man you had faced the worst of life with. If he was going to tell you that he hadn't fucked her then you'd have to believe him.

You'd have to put your faith in him because he deserved that much from you..

“Do you know why I came so hard inside you last night?” he asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again.

“Whyy?”

“Because it has been a full day since I had done that.. since I had felt you around me so intimately. I might be an uncivilized animal at times but I'd never hurt you like that. Especially not you ..not after everything we have been through together”

You cupped his cheeks and your fingers ran through his scalp as he said that, his words felt sincere and a part of you believed him wholly, something made you believe that Daemon would never hurt you like that no matter what.

“You're not an uncivilized animal…just my big burly Cavemon” a smile graced his features as you cooed at him.

“Believe me yeah?”

“Okay.. sorry”

“Shhh it's not your fault..”

“No I'm sorry she said that about you and i believed her because I'm afraid and insecure”

“We all are at times..i fixed the problem..now you fix me” you giggled as he tickled your stomach with his fingers.

“Stahp ..it's almost my second day now..there will be clumps and stuff coming out of my goodies” he looked at you intently as you said that, his eyes darkened with consumable lust.

“If you intended for that to disgust me..it's not working”

“Your kinks are kinky..have you always had this one?” you questioned as you lifted your head up to kiss his neck.

“Not until you..”

“But you fucked your ex on her cycle”

“Not for the kink”

“It's just strange for me…my ex was disgusted just by me mentioning my period clumps”

“What an imbecile huh?

You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he made you sit up along with him.

“We are doing this my way today” you mumbled as you took your crop top and skirt off, Daemon got off the bed and he quickly undressed himself with the speed of lighting, when he climbed back on the bed you removed your underwear and threw it on the floor,

“You won't mind if I bleed on you right?”

“Fuck darling …noo” he almost moaned at the picture you had painted for him, you climbed on his lap and sat yourself down on his cock slowly, inch by inch, he wasn't really an average man in length or girth so you needed to go slow for your own sake, his legs splayed out on the bed as you submerged him completely and he placed his hands around your hips as you moved in circles slowly. His head swayed backwards and moans spilled from his throat as you worked your hips back and forth.

“I noticed you..” you mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him so he opened his eyes and looked at you all perplexed. He looked cute like this, all fucked out and pleasured the way he deserved to be pleasured.

“Mmm?”

“In the club..i noticed you..but you always had your eyes on her”

“Darling, do you believe in fate?” his voice came out in whispers as the sensation grew in the pit of his stomach,

“Not really”

“I do”

“Why?”

“I just do..I think it was fate that brought us together. Why do you think we were accommodated right next to each other when all the people we knew were a deck below from us?”

“Duuh management”

“Was it management that left us stranded together on that Island?” his fingers dug into your hips as he helped you hop on top of him.

“No it was my stupidity”

“Mmm really? You want to tell me that those strong waves somehow managed to bring us together on that very same island where we collapsed not even six feet apart from each other because of you? And both of us miraculously lived through it while none of those other people survived?”

“I don't know what to say..you're romanticizing the tragedy” his fingers curled into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you before he spoke,

“I have earned the right to do so ..now be a good girl and fucking cum with me”

You kissed him hungrily and the rest of the rebuttals you had didn't really come out as you fell apart in his arms as soon as you felt his warm cum filling you up to the brim. He placed his head on your chest as you both recovered from the euphoria but it lasted a good while.

Your head felt fuzzy as you had never been fucked this good, sex had never been so satisfying before. It was as if your body connected to him on a much deeper level than just physical, sex with him transcended you and filled you with intense emotional and mental release.

“If you pull out right now I'd ruin my bed so take me to the shower alright?” He chuckled briefly before he dragged his shapely arse off the bed and took you to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and as soon as he pulled out, his cum mixed with your blood spilled out of your freshly fucked cunt. His cock was absolutely bloody as well and you heard him gasp as he glanced at it. His fingers immediately caressed your lips as he cleaned the mess between your legs so you fisted his cock and returned the favor.

“I missed one therapy session and I was a major bitch to Emma this morning” you mumbled as you came back to reality from the mind numbing orgasm you had experienced just now..

“What did you do?”

“You know how they keep telling us in therapy to not blame other people for what happened as it was nobody's fault?” He nodded as you said that while he rubbed the body wash between his palm and turned you around to scrub your back.

“I think I did just that and I feel awful”

“Mmmm then apologize sweetheart and talk it out…these things happen amongst friends. I called Cole this morning to wish him for the birthday and we had a chat, he understands me better now”

“It's his birthday today?”

“Yup and we are invited, I'm sure he'd text you about it”

You hummed as he said that, as you placed your head down on his chest he wrapped his arms around you while you two enjoyed the hot shower in the comfort of your bathroom. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you imagined yourself being back at the island with him but you were only thinking about the times that weren't so awful, like bathing with him in the sea and walking around the woods in search for fruits, and most of all sleeping all huddled together on the bed of leaves every night.

You missed that, you really did miss it at times.

“Daemon?’

“What would you like for your birthday?” you asked him as you realized it would come soon as well, you were on the island when you turned 27, he had gone out of his way to collect fresh coconut water and had made a fruit platter for you which was more than enough on that forsaken place.

“I want your trust and faith in me” you turned around as he said that and kissed him softly.

Besides he was planning something to surprise you with instead, he had a meeting with his lawyer for the same reason and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.

“And i want to take you somewhere with me” he said to you

“Mmmm where?” You giggled as your heart skipped a beat. You just hoped he wasn't going to take you to meet his family just yet. It felt too soon for that.

“It's going to be a surprise, hence the trust and faith demand“

“I trust you baby” his lips curved into a sweet smile as you said that.

The plan moving forward was to take a nap with him and it was very cozy until he began shivering in his sleep, telltale sign of a nightmare and you knew what it was about, it was about that night in the woods that he had spent all alone without you, he deeply struggled with the memory of the night and it was very hard on him so you know he was reliving the same trauma in his sleep. Or that's what you thought.

You didn't know that he was having a nightmare but not about being stranded in the woods but about you being bitten by that spider, he always had a nightmare about that night where instead of you being alright the next morning he saw your dead lifeless body and he was left all alone without his brave girl by his side.

When he woke up he pretended as if he wasn't affected by the nightmare in the slightest and asked you to get ready as you were both invited to the Paradise for Cole's birthday. Luckily Lily wasn't there because of her injury but the group had decided to visit her post drinking.

When you reached hand in hand with him, it felt a little awkward, people who recognised you kept staring and you felt like an animal in the zoo. The attention was uncomfortable, as you just wanted to blend in with the other people and enjoy the evening without the scrutiny.

Life had changed in more ways than one, at times you were not even Daemon or y/n, you were just that couple that was stranded on an island for six months. Whenever you were out in public, people would inevitably make reference to your story, and you found yourself being treated like a celebrity. You felt objectified though as if there was nothing more to you anymore than what you had suffered.

After greeting Cole as you spotted Emma you walked towards her.

“How's D?” She asked you so you looked at her confused for a moment.

“Daemon? He's doing okay umm-”

“No the Dick..how's his dick..is it as good as rumored?” she asked you as she crossed her arms so you pulled her into a hug.

“I'm sorry em.. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when you were just looking out for me”

Your eyes teared up as you spoke to her so she hugged you as tightly as you were hugging her.

“It's okay..I get that..they tell me not to take it personally..you both have been through something none of us can imagine living through” you looked down as she said that.

“That's not an excuse to lash out but I'll be careful i promise..now let's get drunk..it's been a while and you're going to reveal every tea about Aemond” she blushed bright red as you whispered the last part in her ear. You were happy for her, she deserved someone making her happy and gleeful like this.

A band was performing in the club and you noticed how Daemon kept looking at them while they played as if wondering about his own time on the stage, you knew he missed singing and being up there.

Afterwards when the group decided to go see Lily you chose to opt out but Daemon insisted and pleaded until you gave in, perhaps seeing him with you would finally make her back off a little bit and she'd realize that Daemon has moved on from their toxic relationship.

However as you all turned up at her place you saw a man leaving her house, you recognised him even though nobody else did, it was one of the major crew members at Queen Utopia, Danny something, you didn't remember his full name but he was the man Lily was with that night. He handled the maintenance of the cargo area.

As he walked past you he looked you right in the eye, you saw something in those eyes but you couldn't put your finger on it.

They always told you to not put blame on anyone as the tragedy was nobody's fault but what if it was somebody's fault? And what if it was Danny who had something to do with it?

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 1 year

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Hi!!!!

I was wondering for Trope Tuesday if you could write a brothers best friend with James Potter (If possible could she be best friend with Lily and the girls but don’t worry if not)

Love you and your writing xxx

thanks so so much!! for requesting and for being so sweet 🥲 i hope you like it!!

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

Tropey Tuesday 🎭 trope: brother's best friend

pairing: James Potter x reader

tags: angst, fluff, Lupin!reader, fem!reader, sibling fluff

word count: 3k (not me with the first thing I write after saying I might keep things a bit shorter)

“Hey, little Lupin,” Sirius says, grinning, as he plops down beside you on the common room couch. “You know we’re twins, right?” you respond, not even looking up from your book. “Yeah… but you’re shorter.” He seems overly satisfied with his justification, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics.

“So. What are you reading?” he asks.

This confuses you; you didn’t think Sirius was much of a reader. You look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed suspiciously, “You care?” “No, not really.” You roll your eyes at him though you’re not actually upset. “So why are you here, then, Black?”

“I come at the behest of my darling best mate.” “And what does my darling brother want now?”

“No, not Moony, Prongs.” Your stomach tenses at this. This just went from slightly irksome to anxiety-inducing interesting.

“Well, ‘behest’ isn’t the right word exactly. He doesn’t know about this. But I know him, and he’s never going to make a move himself, so I see it as my best-mate-duty to give a helping hand.” Your mind is racing. “Make a move”?? Is there really a possibility of your crush liking you back? Is that what Sirius is telling you? That James likes you too??

You’re probably blushing and definitely confused, so you sit there awkwardly, hoping he’ll go on without your having to say anything yet. To your relief, he does. “I have it on insider information that our dear James Potter has himself a crush.” Godric, you never thought this would actually happen. After years of pining, of getting to know him… of thinking he only saw you as Remus’s sister.

“You’re best friends with Lily, right?” Relief turns to terror. Oh no, oh no, oh no, please no.

“Um… yeah?” “You don’t sound too sure, sweets,” he laughs. “Yeah, I am.” You know, but pretend - especially to yourself - that you don’t, “Why does that matter?”

“I want to get her and Prongs together of course! He’s been off lately, and he won’t tell me why. He always tells me everything. So, I reckon it has to be about a girl. And I’ve caught him looking over at you lot constantly recently. I saw him and Evans chatting yesterday, and there was definitely something there.”

You’re on the verge of tears at this point.

“You alright, Y/N? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Sirius sounds genuinely concerned, and you don’t know how to escape with a convincing excuse given there’s no way in hell you’re going to tell him the truth, especially now he’s said what he has.

“Um, no, not really. Sorry, I, uh, I think something I ate wasn’t quite right,” you stutter lamely, clumsily collecting your things, and running up the stairs to your dorm. After the night’s cruelty, it provides you a bit of sympathy: the room is empty. You curl up on your bed, clutching your pillow, and let the tears fall.

Why did it have to be Lily?? I mean, why did it have to be anyone at all if it couldn’t be you, but your best friend? You know how brilliant she is, how could you not, and you know how brilliant he is, and well, maybe they would be a good fit. If they make each other happy, that should make you happy; you want the best for Lily, truly.

No amount of trying to convince yourself makes the thought of them together sting any less, though, and you succumb to wallowing in your disappointment and sadness.

You’re still crying when you here a knock at the door.

“Y/N?? You in there? Open up, please. Sirius said you were ill?” If it were anyone else, you’d pretend not be there. But it’s Remus. You’ve never hidden from each other your whole lives; besides, you need him now even if you can’t tell him why. You wipe your face as best you can as you go to the door and open it. His eyes look frantically worried, and your heart melts a little bit. You might not have the romantic love you want so desperately, but at least you have this. Not many people know what it’s like to be as loved as you are. You try to cling to that feeling as you cling to Remus, crying into his jumper, but at the moment, it’s not enough consolation to assuage your aching heart.

“What’s wrong, Y/N/N? Did something happen? You’re really worrying me,” he says stroking your back. You shake your head. “Hey, can you talk to me? Please?”

You recover yourself a bit and go sit on your bed. Remus follows.

“It’s nothing,” you say pathetically, wiping your eyes. “Uh huh,” he replies, unconvinced. “Really, Rem. Thanks, but it’s not a big deal. I’ll sort it, really.”

“Can’t you just tell me what it is?” “I’d rather not.” “That’s new.” He sounds genuinely surprised. “I don’t like it,” he chuckles. “We couldn’t tell each other everything forever, could we?” you smile sadly at him.

“And why not?” You laugh together, and you feel a tiny bit better.

The thing is, you want to tell him. And you would if it weren’t his bloody best friend. You know that no matter what he said, it would make things weird for him. You keep your secret more for him than for yourself really.

“If I tell you part of it, do you promise to let me leave it at that?”

“That’s going to be hard.” “Reeemm,” you whine at him. “Alright, alright.” “Well, it’s… it’s about a boy.” He grimaces, and you can’t help but giggle at it. Immediately, “Who?”

“That’s the part you don’t get to know.” “Oh, come on, Y/N, that’s just not fair.” “Please, Remus. It’s just going to make things harder, and weirder, and I want a chance to just move on on my own. Trust me, yeah?” “Fine,” he answers begrudgingly. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re so upset. If the lads and I have to plan a cruel prank on some undeserving wanker, then I have to know who it is.”

You’re particularly amused at the idea of James being both pranker and prankee.

“It’s nothing like that. He’s nice. That’s why I like him so much.” “Yuck.” You roll your eyes at this, and continue.

“I just found out he likes someone else.”

Remus’s expression is all understanding, perhaps too much so as the pitying look he gives you makes you feel worse instead of better. “It’s fine, really. That’s life; it happens; what can you do?” “Are we listing trite maxims then?” You roll your eyes again. “Just because 'that’s life' and 'it happens' and 'there’s not much you can do,'” he says with a mocky voice around your phrases, “doesn’t mean you won’t be upset. Or that that isn’t absolute shit.” He smiles sympathetically at you and wraps an arm around you.

“Yeah,” you sniffle.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Thanks, Rem. I kind of love you, you know?” You bump into him playfully. “I know. I’m great.”

“Har har. Wanker.”

“Hey!” he laughs. “It’s impressive, really, how quickly you can shift from adorable to an arsehole.”

“Oh, whatever,” you push him off.

He’s still chuckling when he asks you to come down to dinner with him. You take some convincing, but eventually, after your face looks a bit less cry-y, you walk down to the Great Hall.

“Hello, lovely!” Lily calls from a few seats ahead. Remus gives you a little hug, squeezing a bit more than he normally would, and sits with his mates, between Sirius and James - annoying, gorgeous, stupid, magnetic James. You’re glad their backs are to you so they don’t notice you’ve been crying, and you hurry down to sit with Lily.

She notices immediately.

“What’s wrong, love? You alright?” She puts a consoling hand on your shoulder. “I’m fine, really. Just got a bit caught up in my feelings,” you say trying to end it there, laughing it off.

“What feelings? You do know that as my best friend, you are contractually obligated to tell me all of these ‘feelings’?” She says “feelings” funny, and you’re glad to be sitting here laughing with her. Until you remember the cause of said feelings.

“We can talk later,” you lie. You’ll figure out what to say later; you’re too exhausted now. “I just want to comfort eat now, if you don’t mind.” She still seems a bit worried but gives your shoulder a loving squeeze as she says, “‘Course,” and smiles sweetly.

You’re finishing your dinner when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your stomach sinks as you turn. There’s Remus… and Sirius… and the source of the tapping: James.

“Hey, Lupin,” James says. “Evans,” he adds, nodding at Lily, and your stomach churns.

“Hi,” she says. You don’t say anything. You’re too busy picking at your fingernails, gaze down, trying to keep it together. You go to turn back around toward the table, but James’s hand on your shoulder stops you. “Hey, what’s up with you?” he asks jokingly, though it seems more than tinged in concern.

“Nothing,” and a weak smile. “Are you feeling better?”

You feel your cheeks catch on fire. Remus wouldn’t tell his friends what you told him, right? You hadn’t told him not to, but you thought that was a given. “Yeah, little Lupin, you had me real worried there,” Sirius chimes in. Oh, right. Thank Godric. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the scare.” You think that’s that, and go to turn again, but again, James gently stops you.

“That’s good,” he says softly. You have to fight to not roll your eyes - why does he have to be so kind? and thoughtful… and caring… and pretty when he’s worried…

“Are you girls done? Want to walk back up together?” he asks.

“Sure!” Lily answers enthusiastically before you have a chance to lie and say you aren’t finished. For a moment, it crosses your mind that maybe she does because she likes him too, and your misery returns in full force.

You say nothing on the walk back up to the tower, and you want to go straight to your room when you get there, but Lily links arms with you and drags you to the sofa before you manage it. She’s sitting on the edge, leaning over chatting to Mary and Marlene on the next sofa, you in the middle, sulking. Remus is reading on the single chair, occasionally glancing up at you, the constant, loving worrier he is. Sirius and James are playing exploding snap just in front of you. You notice Remus’s glances, but you don’t notice James’s.

As the game ends, Sirius claiming loudly he got cheated, James just laughs, shoves him, and comes to sit next to you.

“What do you think, Lupin? Best exploding snap player you’ve ever seen, eh?” he jokes, his eyebrow rising. Ugh, he’s funny, too.

“You could go pro if you wanted,” you play along, exaggeratedly impressed.

“Oh, I’ve considered it, yeah. You know, if quidditch doesn’t work out.” “You have a better chance at exploding snap,” you tease. “Ouch!” he laughs. “You say nothing all night, and when you do, I get this cruel treatment?”

You’re surprised he noticed and don’t know what to say. “Seriously, though,” he’s speaking much more softly now. “You okay?” He pauses, biting his bottom lip as if considering something, before continuing, “You seem sad. I know you told Sirius you were sick, but I don’t think that’s true.”

You panic at the tenderness, at his observant attentiveness, and opt for comedic relief. “You calling me a liar, Potter?”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at you, but keeps on. “No, of course not. I’m just saying that, well, you can talk to me. If you ever need to… or just want to, I guess… I mean, just because I’m your brother’s best mate doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?”

Friends. Ouch. You want to cry all over again, the proximity and kindness conflicting too much with the idea that he just wants to be friends, or worse, be friendlier with you just to spend more time with Lily too.

“We are friends,” you reply. “Yeah? Great,” he smiles. Your heart aches.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“So you’re okay?” he whispers too. “I’m okay,” you lie.

“C’mon, Prongs! I need my rematch!” Sirius pulls him off the couch, demanding another game.

The next few days go by gloomily but normally, and before you know it, it’s the weekend. And not just any weekend, a Hogsmeade one. You, your brother, and all your friends are strolling down the lovely, snow-covered lanes. Usually, you’d be especially happy now. You loved Hogsmeade, especially in the cold snowy months, but you still hadn’t been completely yourself since your emotional let down.

You’re walking next to Remus, James animatedly talking to him on his other side. You feel invisible. Despite James’s kind words the other night, you can’t help but feel like your brother might as well be an invisibility cloak when you stand next to him. It’s like James just sees Remus; his sister is an afterthought.

You love Hogsmeade trips with your friends, but in your current emotional state, you’d rather be alone, so you subtly break off from the group and go into the nearest shop. It’s filled with magical toys and trinkets, and looking around helps cheer you up a bit. You’re browsing when you see a quidditch-themed exploding snap deck. You roll your eyes at the sky, giving the universe snark for not giving you a moment of peace of mind. Then you grab the deck and head over to the counter.

You’re walking slowly down the street, peering through shop windows, enjoying the cool breeze, when you hear your name called out. You turn to see James jogging toward you. “Where’d you go?” he asks friendly, falling into step with you, his shoulder bumping yours.

“Oh, just wandered off.” “Yeah, I noticed,” he laughs. “I didn’t realize my story was so boring.”

“Oh, I, no, it wasn’t, I was just, you know,” you mutter, mortified. “I’m kidding, Lupin, relax,” he smiles.

You smile back though you’re sure you’re blushing. You can blame the cold.

“That freaks me out a bit,” he says. “What does?” “You and Remus have the exact same smile.” You’ve heard this before. “So it freaks me out that I think yours is so beautiful.” You’ve not heard this before.

You laugh lamely and offer up a weak but heartfelt “thanks.” He just nods.

Your hands are cold, so you bury them in your pockets, and you’re met with your recent purchase. “Oh,” you start. “I have something for you.”

“You do?” he sounds unreasonably surprised. “Yeah, just a little thing. Don’t get too excited,” you deflate. You pull the deck out and hand it to him. “This way you still get to think about quidditch while practicing for a more promising career path,” you joke. He doesn’t laugh, though. He looks awed. You don’t know what else to say and are starting to worry you did something awkward.

He’s looking at the deck in his hand rather than at you when he says, “I really like you.”

You pause. You try to read his expression but struggle with his gaze down like this. “I really like you too,” you respond lightly. He looks up. Standing still, looking at you, he asks, “As your brother’s best friend? Like another brother?” he looks hurt at the word “brother.”

“No.” Honest, without revealing too much. “No?” He steps closer to you. “So if I were to tell you that I really want to kiss you right now…” His empty hand comes up to your cheek, caressing you softly. You smile brighter than you have in several days, much longer probably. He beams back at you in response and closes the gap between you.

You pull back, and his eyes widen, but when you complain, “You lot already went to the Three Broomsticks? Don’t deny it - you taste like butter beer! We always do that last - I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me!” he laughs a deep laugh, wraps his arm around you, and pulls you close, kissing you harder this time.

“I’ll buy you two to make up for it,” he says between kisses. He deepens the kiss, gently pushing his tongue against yours. You like the taste of butter beer; you love the taste of James Potter.

“Bloody hell!” you hear from nearby. Sirius looks like his face can’t make up its mind between surprise, excitement, and confusion. “It was Lupin?! I thought it was Evans!” “You thought what was Evans?” James asks, looking perplexed, his arms still around you. “I thought you fancied Evans!”

“Why?” The complete confusion and utter sincerity lift a huge weight from you, and you giggle.

“Dunno, actually. Because I’m a bit of an idiot sometimes, it seems,” Sirius shrugs, seemingly already moving on from the situation. Which is more than could be said of Remus, who is standing stiff with his face blank staring at you.

“It was James?” he asks, looking slightly disgusted.

“You didn’t think it was Evans, too, did you?” You joke.

Lily chimes in from beside Remus, “We would make a really good couple, Y/N.”

“Oi, Evans!” James scolds. “I’m not going to say you wouldn’t because you obviously would, but I’m trying my chances here, thank you very much.” Everyone but Remus bursts into laughter.

“You might want to look away, Rem,” you say. “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m about to kiss your best friend again.”

Remus groans and walks away, but you’re already too busy to notice.

#james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #marauders #james potter fanfic #james potter imagine #james potter one shot #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #marauder x reader #writing celebration #ria250

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abyssruler · 2 years

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fool’s hope

yandere dottore x gn!reader

character death, mentions of blood, dottore being a bastard, yandere

There was once a clone of his who loved you — genuinely, truly loved you.

You’ve seen him at his most terrifying, seen him grin and cackle as he dissected a live person, even seen him in a quiet and solemn state. You once thought you had seen all his expressions and moods he was capable of showing — but it was the way that clone looked at you with such softness you didn’t know he could possess, touch featherlight as it held you gently. And it was then you realized you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be touched with kindness.

It made your weak heart beat with newly found hope.

It had the most charming laugh and a smile that could make anyone swoon. He’d always been attractive, eyes gravitating towards him even against their will. But he was also cruel and needlessly condescending. The clone was an anomaly, an error to his calculations that he so highly thought of.

You didn’t care about abnormalities and mistakes, didn’t care that this small slice of happiness would soon be ripped away, because for once in your life, the sight of those red eyes brought a sense of fondness instead of fear and hate.

He killed that clone before it was even two weeks old, watching you cry over its corpse with barely hidden interest shining behind those horrid eyes.

“Would you cry for me if I died?” He asked, more out of his own twisted sense of amusement than any true desire to know the answer. His own way of mocking your grief.

The answer you gave was full of vitriol and loathing.

“Never.”

“You contradict yourself.” He laughed, crossing his arms behind his back and peering down your tear-stricken face. “The clone I had just killed could be, in a sense, considered as ‘me’, no? And if I’m not mistaken, those are tears running down your face. Unless you’re actually crying about getting blood on your clothes, then by all means, you’re welcome to watch as I cut open my ‘self’ to study the lapse in its behaviors.”

You had never wanted to hurt anyone as much as you did then.

Silence reigned over the dimly lit room he called a laboratory, the blood had seeped through your clothes but still, you didn’t say a word. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your composure again.

“Pity,” he finally said after it became clear that you won’t provide the reaction he wanted. He gestured a hand to the corpse of his clone, not sparing it the barest of glances, dismissive even to his own self. You wished he cared as little about you as he did his other halves.

You watched the Fatui grunts haul the body away with a detached feeling, not quite processing it yet so aware of every little detail happening in front of you.

At that moment, you had wondered, a foolish little notion that you couldn’t quite snuff out, what it would have been like had it managed to keep its promise of overthrowing the prime and treating you better than he ever would.

“I realize that, given who I am, such words wouldn’t give you much assurance, let alone evoke an emotion one could akin to happiness—not that I would know, being what I am and what I am not allowed to feel. But when I’m with you, I… I feel as if my mind begins to program itself differently from the way it should. It is confusing, and I’ve never been one to deal with confusion in a healthy manner. I should think it’s beyond me to feel sympathy, let alone this anomaly the signals in my brain are creating, but… it is not something I would consider a mistake. A breakthrough, perhaps, in the loosest sense of the word. I understand now why the prime would rather not deal with these emotions—they are much too tiring—but it brings with it a sense of satisfaction I don’t believe I’ve ever felt before. How strange. You make me feel strange.”

Dottore does not make mistakes — or so you once thought.

He once mentioned how each clone is a fragment of his self, everything they are and ever will be has already been achieved by him.

That is why I am the prime, little one, he told you with a grin that raised the hairs on your skin.

But you did wonder, in a fit of impulsivity and a delusion-spurned thought to imagine a better life for yourself, if somehow a minuscule, almost infinitesimal amount, part of him once felt the same way that clone of his did for you somewhere deep within that heartless cavity he calls a chest.

It remains unclear to this day.

But sometimes you wish he did, if only to see those eyes of his look at you with tenderness and longing just once more.

#do yall even realize how creepy it was to write dottore as ‘gentle’ and ‘soft’#a version of him but still #>_<#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere dottore #yandere dottore x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore #il dottore #gn reader

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unabashednightmarepizza · 8 months

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 5

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: Lord have mercy

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User3: Finally,it's Ben's Era to shine

User15: Ben Barnes could step on me and I'd be grateful

User14: Y/N is so damn lucky for having such a husband material of a man

User19: Quick question Y/N: When people get married or engaged, some of them have that habit of always twirling their ring for comfort. Do both of you do that a lot?

Y/N Y/L/N: neither one us realized at first but when our friends and families pointed out, especially when we weren't together, that yes we indeed do that... We were shocked and touched. So yes, we do it a lot 🥰

benbarnes: It makes me feel closer to her when I touch my ring because that's when I know that this wasn't a wild dream.

User6: OMG that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard 🥹😭

User12: these two are the biggest simp for each other and we are their biggest simps

User13: crying, wailing, vomiting, sliding over the door 😭

User6: Man is just so genuine and grateful for his life... Just watch how he softens and gets giddy at the mere mention of his girl and you would see it

User12: a Man who turns into a child with his lover is the greenest green flag ever and the most adorable thing in the whole world

User5: if these two ever breaks up I'll for sure loose all hope for a long-lasting love.

User18: but like... Has anyone ever seen Ben that much in love? Look at our man, there is a different glow I've never seen in him with all the other

User4: That's Y/N effect, darling, and it proves even more that what they have is genuine and real💓

User6: they slowly solved every single one of the problems they faced and now living fhe life they deserve 😌

User10: Ben is down so bad for her and look at that shiny, bright smile on his face🤭

User5: What is he smiling at in the second picture Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: we were having a zoom meeting with the SaB cast and he looked so cute like that and I took a screenshot 🥹

User6: why was he smiling tho?

benbarnes: because my fiancee looked so cute ❤️

jessie_mei_li: my parents are so obviously in love 🥹 but come on, just lower the flirting down a bit, will you?

User9: Lord, indeed, should have mercy

User1: those two are so cute together and so like those old school romances 🥹

User7: If Ben looked at me like the first one, I would fold

shadowandbone: legit

User4: Who is managing this account 🤣

User8: And why so like us?? 😂

User12: Legends say that It's Y/N so that she could openly gush about them 👀

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Y/N Y/L/N: Very close to lock him up in the house...😑 I thought we talked about being so cute, mister benbarnes?

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benbarnes: It's genetics, love, I can't change it😏🤭

User3: someone finally thaught him how to use emojis

User9: user3= sarcastic older daughter

User16: we indeed agree on this Y/N, he should be kept hidden for some time!

User14: Ever since their engagement, I am always imagining their son. Yes, son. For some reasons, I feel like their first child would be a boy... With his daddy's pout and nose scrunch and his mummy's eyes 🥹

User8: STOP THAT'S TOO CUTE

User1: They can have my soul for that to happen

User7: I feel like he is more of a girl dad tho

User8: who said they would only have one child?😌

User7: She has been very clingy and lovey on Ben lately 👀 Is it because of the Engagement or...

User4: There is more Y/N and Ben content everywhere, and I'm soaking them all up

blakelively: I'm shocked...

User6: WHY? DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T

User5: SECOND MOMMY BLAKE WE ARE DESPERATE PLEASE-

User1: I'm ready to give everything, not that you need, bUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD IS IT BABY NEWS?!

freddycarter1: finally, she remembered that she is engaged and actually flirts with him rather than bullying.

kittheyounger: at least one of us is saved 🥹

calahan.skogman: It's a fair sacrifice to make...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop being dramatic guys... I'll take you all to Disneyland, don't worry

kittheyounger: just like that, suddenly, I'm very obedient 🧎

User9: Let's not forget about how user3 is basically their adopted kid at this point djsjdj

User5: I'd have died if they personally invited her to their wedding lol

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Y/N Y/L/N: Here are some photos of me on the set, taken by amazing people!

1. my fiance benbarnes

2. dear jessie_mei_li

3. dragon queen sujaya_dasgupta

P.S: Damn, I really look good!

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User9: look at our happy girl claiming her man😎

User15: A confident girl 😎

User1 Queen is queening

User4: Mommy is mommying

User6: but brain not braining because dayumnn look at that cute smile

User8: Everyone, find yourselves someone that looks at you like Y/N looks when she is directing

User14: So inspiring for young girls! Keep doing what you love, sweet Y/N!

User7: The third picture stepped on me... thank you mommies 🧎

User4: I had to put my phone down and breathe deeply with a hand on my chest 😛

User12: who knew Sujaya's great photo-taking ability?

User11: definetly not me, but it was a welcomed surprise

shadowandbone: on my KNEES for them, down so bad...🤭🫦

User3: Y/N we know it's you, you can come out 🤣

zendaya: Happy smiles after the engagement huh 😏

amita_suman: and here we are, wondering what made her even more enthusiastic... Turns out, it was just Ben effect

User5: She looks so much more happier, if that was possible!

freddycarter1: and much more soft

kittheyounger: and much more loving

Y/N Y/L/N: I'm still the old me... Maybe a tiny bit softer, but don't tempt me.

User5: currently watching her old interviews... MOMMY we need new food!

User2: Have you watched the latest, very long, reels in Instagram?

User5: NO! WHEN DID SHE DO THAT

User2: a few hours ago! It's really fun, just our Queen slaying again

User12: "I'm so glad I'm finally alone... Having to pretend like I like the male population of the cast took a toll on me. Her face:😒😏🫢🤭🤫 *Sips soda but chokes*"

User7: The way I cackled so hard at that part! She is unintentionally so funny djsjdj

User9: Chaotic Good is literally her.

User6: Karma has found her after her prank on Freddy as a revenge for Calahan

User13: Mother Y/N, is there gonna be New food? I need me some full-of-feels work-of-art kinda thing of yours...

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Y/N Y/L/N: I couldn't have done half of the things I did without his support, trust and love. And look at what he is doing?

Are you trying to be my 13th reason?

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benbarnes: I didn't know me, holding babies did something to you love 😏

Y/N Y/L/N: It does many things, Barnes, but we shouldn't talk about it here...

User5: I don't know what you want from me, but you can have my first born or whatever so that you two could get married 🫡

freddycarter1: benbarnes and Y/N Y/L/N Please get a room already, you are getting kinky in the comments

User16: Bets are on about how soon they will hold their baby ✋

User7: If Ben isn't gonna give her a baby, she will get it herself...

User3: she wants to have a baby so bad 🥹 And I do too

User8: this world is shitty anyways, we all need a little baby Y/L/N-Barnes to make it a little bit better

User10: Completely irrevelant and you don't have to answer Y/N, but in one of his interviews he said he always loved your kisses the best and it didn't have to be sexual etc. I was wondering what type of kisses he was talking? Again, completely fine if you won't answer 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: hı, sweetie! Thank you for being so mindful of our life! Of course I can answer it: It's perhaps the ones that gives you butterflies? He enjoys the lingering kisses with a hand over his neck and face, whether on the lips or not, he also loves me attacking his face with gentle kisses too but I think, by his reactions, the one he ADORES and melts the most is forehead kisses! 🥹

User10: OMG thank you for answering! So, it was true? Ben really enjoys getting the babygirl treatment?

Y/N Y/L/N: He does! And I really love it when he is so happy and just giggles cutely🥰🥹

User15: Y/N Y/L/N being the most lovely and amazing girlfriend she is... Coddling her boyfriend and shit and making me cry because damn, that's one hell of a healthy realtionship

User5: currently sitting in my tub full of water and staring at the toaster...

User1: Y/N is swooning for her man holding a child( no wonder why, it was my first reaction at seeing Ben look down at that child so softly and lovingly)

User3: Now, just imagine how he would be like if it was his own🥹

User6: istg they are Milf and dilf in making, I just know it!

User12: what would be the gender of their first child? Bets are on! ( user3, you better vote too because you called dibs on their marriage, you are calling dibs again on the gender and this time, I'm on your side)

User3: OMG djshdjdjd I don't know really, as long as the baby is fine and healthy... But I'd really like to see a baby boy Barnes who ADORES and waddles after his mama like a certain dad of his 🥹

User12: Boy, it is... Okay, okay.

User12: girl button (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

User12: boy button( from the seer herself): (･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ ♡

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity x reader #celebrity imagine #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebs #celebrities #reader insert #instagram au #fluff

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damn-stark · 5 months

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Chapter 18 Happy Birthday, by the way

Chapter 18 of Sugar

A/N- It’s crazy how everything happens in a span of a couple hours!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, fluff, violence, blood, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x10-2x16

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“How?” You ask breathlessly and slowly reach out to grab his hands.

Suguru—no, this man pretending to be Suguru wraps his hands around your arms and offers you a faint and feigned smile that you catch right away.

“Why didn’t you go home?” You add.

Fake Suguru parts his lips and spills some lies. “I wanted to give you the world first. I couldn’t disappoint you again.”

He’s trying so hard to sound as soft as Suguru would when he spoke, but does this guy know that it came naturally to Suguru to speak that way?

Does he know that no matter what, Suguru and you told each other almost everything when it came to these matters? That even if he thinks he’s disappointing you, he’d communicate himself, especially when his kids are on the line.

“I told you,” you whisper in a shaky voice as you force tears to roll down your cheeks. “All I needed was you. You should’ve told me.”

Fake Suguru slides his hands down your arms to take your hands in his before he leans closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he says without sounding genuine whatsoever. “Forgive me.”

You hold his gaze and nod softly in agreement. And even if your heart and soul knew that he isn’t your husband, this is still his body. The hands you’re holding are still as soft and warm as his were, and so for a moment, you let your mind just lose itself over him. You let yourself indulge in the feeling of his muscular arms under your fingertips as you drag your arms up. You let yourself take in his face now that it isn’t just in pictures or in your memories.

This guy is not Suguru, you know that, but you hold his delicate and soft face as if it were.

“Suguru,” you cry as if it were him, and stare into his eyes to try and desperately find a piece of him.

However, these eyes are cold and unwelcoming.

Even so, you still throw your arms around him and hug him tightly against you. “Oh,” you mewl. “I missed you.”

Fake Suguru slowly embraces you back and does the right thing by caressing your back. “I missed you too,” he redirects, but it almost sounds like he’s putting effort into it.

“I love you,” you murmur, but not to this soul, to the body that belonged to the soul of Suguru Geto.

“Me too,” fake Geto mutters.

You inhale and you immediately get a whiff of some sweat, dirt, and stench of curses. Suguru didn’t like wearing cologne made by non-sorcerers, but he made his alternatives to smell good. He also never stood as stiff as fake Geto does. And when he hugged you he embraced you with effort and love. This guy seems to be barely holding on, so it makes what you have to do that much easier.

First, however, you slowly drag your eyes off the ground and meet your brother's hardened and panicked gaze. Neither of you dare to say a word, but you didn’t need to, Satoru spoke with his eyes. He shot you a warning about this man, and about leaving with his look alone, but you knew all that.

“It's okay, you’ll be okay,” you mouth and offer your brother a tiny and assuring smile.

Satoru’s eyes widen more as he realizes you have something up your sleeve. But no matter how much he itches to say something he keeps his mouth shut and trusts you.

“I know how this looks,” fake Suguru interjects after you pull back to face him. “But you have to trust me.”

You offer him a sweet smile and nod softly. “Of course I do, but first please let me just…” you trail off and slowly and hesitantly hold his face. “Look at you,” you whisper and lift one hand to hover the pad of your thumb over the scar across his forehead. “Are you okay?”

Fake Suguru shoots you a smile and nods. “Now I am. Hm.” He hums and slowly lifts his hands to reach for your cheeks. You feel the need to flinch to avoid this stranger's touch, but you need to keep him fooled, so you let his hands cup your cheeks, you let his thumbs caress your flesh before you force yourself to lean in and slam your lips over his.

Right away the kiss feels different. And even if these lips are the same ones you kissed over the 11 years you were together, these lips feel strange to the touch; there’s no spark or hunger for more. You actually feel disgusted by the dry lips moving against yours, but you suck it up and keep his attention on you as you slide one hand down.

Every fiber in your body wants to free yourself from the torture of acting in something intimate with the stranger, but you keep pushing through to discreetly use your cursed energy and bask your hand with flames before you thrust your flame-covered fist through his chest.

Fake Suguru immediately pulls back and looks down at your arm impaled through his chest and groans. “Why?” He asks and keeps pretending to be someone he isn’t. “Y/N.”

You slowly smirk to let him know that you didn’t fall into his trap. And before he can counter, you dig your other hand in your pocket and pull out Heartsbane, the dagger you were supposed to use to kill Suguru with 11 years ago, and thrust the blade towards his heart.

However, just as the blade's tip touches his chest, something cold and rough wraps around your wrist and stops you. You quickly snap your eyes down in panic and see a pale and enlarged hand with stitches wrapped around the wrist…

Patchface.

You try to look over at him, but in the blink of an eye, he bends your wrist away from fake Suguru and snaps your arm back to impale the knife through your throat.

“Y/N!” Satoru bellows.

You choke and gurgle on your own blood as it overfills your throat, and pull your other hand away from fake Suguru to paw at your bleeding wound.

“No blood to the brain,” fake Suguru mutters in a threatening voice while he pulls the knife out of your wound to make the blood squirt out. “Means a cascade of circuit failure and slower healing for RCT users.”

“Stop!” Satoru yells out. “Leave her alone! Just leave her alone dammit! “Y/N,” Satoru calls out, and you hear panic laced in his voice. He doesn’t hide it, it’s obvious and clear. “Just focus on healing, nothing else. Are you listening to me?!”

You part your lips but nothing comes out, so instead you slowly shift your eyes past fake Suguru’s shoulders to find comfort in these fearful seconds as you try to heal, but just as you meet your brother's bright blue eyes, fake Suguru squeezes your face hard, and with one swift turn he snaps your neck.

“And no oxygen to the brain means death, and no RCT,” fake Suguru finishes and finally lets go of your face to let your body thump limply on the ground with your eyes wide open, and blood slowly pooling around you.

However, your life is not immediately robbed by the grasp of death, you’re still conscious, you can see the lower half of your brother's body as he remains crouched and restrained, and you can see fake Suguru’s legs, but you can’t move your eyes to see anything else. You actually can’t move your body at all, you’re paralyzed and feeling yourself bleed out. All you can do is listen.

“Hey,” you hear Satoru call out breathlessly to your stiff body. “Y/N?”

You want to let him know you’re okay, but you can’t move a muscle. You’re barely breathing. All you can muster is slow healing to stop all your blood from spilling out of your wound as you fight the darkness that tries to knock you unconscious.

“It’s not funny,” Satoru seethes. “Get up. Get the hell up and heal!”

“I didn't mean things to turn out that way,” fake Suguru interjects and finally sounds fucking sincere. “But she caught me off guard, I reacted.”

“If you’re going to do this, hurry it up!” Satoru rebuttals spitefully. “Not only is it absolutely foul, but the view here is awful, too.”

“I wanted to enjoy this sight for a bit longer, but,” fake Suguru says. “Indeed, I wouldn’t want anything to happen. Gate, close.”

Silent, but high-pitched screaming hits your ears as you see the flesh that's keeping your brother restrained fly up before he just disappears. Which can only mean one thing…He’s gone.

Satoru is gone.

Satoru…

You try to call out his name, but nothing comes out but a huff of air past your lips, whilst tears escape your eyes before that pesky darkness takes over.

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*NOT SO MUCH LATER. CHOSO POV*

“Looks like you’re all awake.” Geto’s voice barely registers in Choso’s mind as he tries to recuperate from the short slumber you put him under when you knocked him out with a single blow.

Which he expected, Geto mentioned you were strong; not as much of a threat as Satoru Gojo, but he and his comrades were told to be cautious of you.

Yet when it came down to it you still caught him by surprise. It’s why he's currently having trouble keeping his eyes open, and it’s why he now knows that he should’ve never doubted you. However, he made that mistake before he realized that Geto was talking about you. The same you that he saw in his grand and deep abyss where all he had was his brothers before there was you.

Before that, he didn’t know much in his century-long indisposal He didn’t feel much, but brotherly love and hatred for his father, but then flames as bright as the sun sparked to life and burned away the dark void that was his life, and he finally knew what hope was the moment your eyes came into his life.

Ever since then, he’s been marked by the touch of your flames and he could never forget you for as long as he lived. Even as that light diminished as the time passed after your absence, your flames still danced inside him. And they continued to gently dance just for him when he was given a body and a chance to finally live.

When he realized he didn’t know if you were alive or if you had died decades ago, he made sure to hold on to your memory. Albeit then his brothers died and that hopeful fire began to flicker, and struggled to stay alive.

That is until he finally saw you again.

Yes, he failed to recognize you at first, but every time he looked at you you were far, and when you were close you had the tendency to look away and babble, or attack. But when he had you in his arms just a hair's breadth away and you looked back at him, he finally saw his hope once again when he recognized your fire-kissed eyes that he would never forget for as long as he lives.

Yet he couldn’t say a thing even if he had hundreds of things to say. You stole his breath away and rendered him speechless the moment he recognized you; his divine light.

Before you, he never thought that ability was a possibility for him, but you did it and did it again a few minutes later when you knocked him out. But he doesn’t blame you for that, you don’t know who he is in his new body. He wouldn’t blame you if you kept hating him for what he wants to do either. All you need to know is that he's thankful for you.

“Choso,” Geto calls out for his attention. “I hope Y/N didn’t give you such a hard time.”

Choso shakes his head stiffly. “No, not at all.”

Geto hums. “Good. The weakness with her is to keep her talking, really, she loves that.” He scoffs. “Or should I say she loved that.” He sighs deeply and steps aside.

And just like that, all hope is gone. Nothing lingers, nothing is left dancing or flickering in hopes you’d come to light it again. The moment he recognizes you lying limply on the ground with a pool of blood around your head, and dark stains of it on your lips, chin, and white hair he’s once again in that void he’d become strangers with

“What?” Choso mutters in a chilling tone that’s barely audible as he stares in disbelief at your stiff body.

“No, Choso,” Mahito interjects. “The question is why.” He chuckles. “She thought she was smart, but she wasn’t. She was just plain annoying and not all that strong.”

There it goes again, his heart beating weirdly. Only this time he doesn’t confuse it like when he first laid eyes on you before he recognized you. At that moment it felt like his heart skipped a beat, it was odd but pleasing. This time though he knows what it means when he feels his heart sink. After all, he felt it when he lost his brothers to Yuji Itadori and his friend.

He hardly knew you, it’s true, but in retrospect, it feels like he’s known you for years by the memory of your fire-infused eyes and what they meant to him alone. Not only that, but he couldn’t even say thank you, or mention that he remembered you from that day when he was nothing but a fetus in a tube. He can’t say anything at all anymore because you’re dead.

And yet the one person who he thought would be conflicted by this, isn’t. Geto actually doesn’t seem affected by the fact that you're dead whatsoever.

You are his wife after all aren’t you? Even if he’s never seen you two together shouldn't your death cause some kind of reaction?

“Wasn’t she your wife?” Choso dares to ask as he lifts his eyes to look at Geto across from him.

Geto holds Choso’s gaze and sighs deeply before he nods lightly. “She was,” he says simply. “But disagreements happen…and people drift apart, hm.” He offers Choso a tightlipped smile before he looks away to change the subject. “Now, for our next…”

——

*YOUR P.O.V. A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“Man, now they know…”

Who’s annoying ass voice is that?

“…the sorcerers are going…”

Is he far or close?

“I’ll be staying behind…”

That’s right; some prick is pretending to be Suguru. It’s all coming back now, every bit of information.

Patch face stabbing you, fake Suguru snapping your neck, and Satoru disappearing thanks to that flesh-like box.

How long has it been since then?

It couldn’t have been long since you managed to start healing in that small window of time after fake Suguru snapped your neck. But then again anything could’ve happened already.

Yet, as you slowly peel your eyes open you can see that you’re still on the train station ground, and you can still hear Patchface and fake Suguru, so perhaps only a short time passed. Which means…

What does it mean exactly? Satoru disappeared, who knows where thanks to these bastards. How can you help someone when you don’t know where they went? It’s not like you can beg this man posing as your husband to give your brother back. If you had to guess, then that’s what this man wanted, to make Satoru disappear.

So it means you’ll have to map out what's happening, so you can then figure something out or leave to go find Itadori like Satoru told you to.

Whatever it is you can’t figure shit out with you on the ground looking at the dirty and blood-covered ground.

Is it smart to get up and show the people who tried to kill you that you’re alive? No, but you need to save your brother or find a way to.

Thus with the strength you recuperated after your body healed, you slowly slide your arms forward and press your palms against the floor to slowly push yourself up to your knees like a dead woman rising.

“…From what I could tell after seeing Satoru Gojo in person—”

“Oh, Sugar,” you coo and cut off that annoying voice blabbering off. “Didn’t anyone tell you to chop off the head?”

Gasps sound behind you, and you continue to slowly push yourself to your feet.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You recognize Patch Face interject.

You feign a chuckle and slowly roll your head up. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuck face,” you sneer and turn half of your body to peer over at the men behind you and realize that it’s not just them anymore. There’s a big and plump red curse, Volcano Head, and…the Cursed Womb; he's also the only one who doesn’t look pisssed or annoyed that you’ve risen from the dead. He looks shocked, but not upset.

“Well,” fake Suguru finally says with that same fake voice. “I can’t say I expected anything less from you…darling.”

You scoff at the ground and shake your head in disapproval.

Could he at least try to sound like Suguru?

“Where’s my brother?” You ask bluntly and snap your eyes up to face the stranger before you.

Fake Suguru shrugs softly. “Out of commission.”

You narrow your gaze to challenge that smug look on his face and try to figure this guy out, to get under his skin, and at least crack his facade.

“You could try and get him back,” he adds and steps aside.

You slowly lower your gaze to the crater on the ground, and notice a small box with eyes the same color as Satoru’s all over the box.

Is that where he is—no, of course, that’s where he is, fake Suguru wouldn’t show it off so proudly if Satoru wasn’t trapped there.

Which means you can’t possibly get him back. No matter how strong you think you are, all these curses with fake Suguru are special grades. He wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t. And the Cursed Womb is a threat too. You can’t face all of them alone—

But you do have the ability to manipulate the earth beneath the box, so you could snatch him back via underground. It’s risky, but it’ll work if you move fast. And if it comes down to it then you’ll have to show off. It doesn’t matter as long as you get Satoru back.

“You know,” you interject nonchalantly. “My daughter will get sad that she won’t see her uncle anymore, but…” you trail off as you catch two pairs of eyes from the corner of your left eye that you can never mistake; Nanako and Mimiko’s. They're on their hands and knees hiding between the corpses.

This changes everything. You can’t possibly get them in the middle of a chase that will most likely happen if you steal Satoru back. You can’t risk their lives…

So you’ll just have to leave empty-handed and get your brother later.

It hurts to do it, but you don’t have another choice anymore, your daughter's lives come first.

“….it’s not worth the risk,” you finish saying and offer fake Suguru an obviously feigned smile before you steal a glimpse at the Cursed Womb and actually lock eyes with him. It’s only for a second but in that moment the guy immediately blinks and straightens up as his face eases from that hardened expression.

You have many questions for him now that you realize he’s the same Cursed Womb you were supposed to rescue last year, but there's a pressing matter to get to, so you hope he stays alive long enough so you can cross paths again. Until then you turn away with the attempt to leave.

“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy to leave now did you?” Patch Face blurts.

You ignore him and instead meet your daughter's eyes as they still hide in the crowd and let them know to start backing away with a simple pointed glare.

However, footsteps then approach you, and out of instinct to protect your daughters you snap around with clenched fists, and your lips curled to a scowl.

“You think you’re so strong,” you hiss at Patch Face since he was the one who dared to come after you. “And so powerful, but you’re naive and cocky after facing a grade one sorcerer and first-year student.”

Patch Face’s smirk deepens as if your words actually fuel his cockiness even more rather than upsetting him.

“So you underestimate everyone because of it, but that will be your downfall. Or,” you roll out and glance at fake Suguru. “He will.” You smirk and take a step back.

Patch Face follows your line of gaze to glance at fake Suguru, and you take advantage of that to slam your fist against his chest and throw him back to his group to get him away from your daughters before he can see them.

“Mahito!” The red curse yells out for its friend.

You glare at all of them and lift your fist infused with fire and wrapped by gusts of air. And before they can counter your surprise attack, you snap your arm down and pound your fist on the floor to send a large wave of the ground towards them so you can use it as a distraction and leave with Nanako and Mimiko.

Albeit fake Suguru throws his arm out, and a woman-cursed spirit in a blood-stained white wedding kimono, comes flying out of a black eerie portal. The same portal Suguru’s curses came out of, meaning that someone is actually using Suguru’s body as a puppet, and not as some mask made by some shape-shifting technique.

It explains why this fake person is so confident in thinking he knows you, it’s why he sent this exact curse to come at you. Because he knows that the curse is from one of the worst days of your past. He’s seen it due to the body he’s in, he knew it’d catch you off guard and make you stop your attack so you can instead direct your attention at the curse.

However, when you throw a fire orb at the curse, it disappears. Or you know that’s what it wants you to believe, it’s waiting for you to move to trap you in its domain. Or, it did that before. Twelve years ago. This time you don’t even think of moving before you notice that your sides begin to obscure.

Alas, even if you’re struck with the same fear you felt 12 years ago, you still put on a brave face and glare at fake Suguru as more mirrors begin to unfold around you. And as he has the audacity to shoot you a wide feigned smile.

“Fuck you,” you spat back in annoyance, “suck my dick.”

Fake Suguru pouts and shakes his head in disapproval.

You let out a deep huff and roll your eyes away, but catch a glimpse of the Cursed Womb, and notice a small line drawn in between his slightly knotted eyebrows. He looks almost concerned.

Not like he does anything about it though, he stands there with the rest of his friends as mirrors unfold around you, making him the last person you see ahead of you before you see a reflection of yourself and the corpses frozen behind you, causing you to turn around to face Mimiko and Nanako.

They don’t come out of hiding, nor do you want them to. You just hold their gazes and offer them an assuring smile to ease the concern that fills their deep brown eyes before they’re gone too, and all you see is reflections of yourself as the domain closes and disappears from where it was.

Now you need to figure out a way to get out. One where it doesn’t involve the curse sucking you deeper into her domain.

So that means no brutal attack because then the glass will start pushing in—even that was your only plan though, so how?

How?

You can't just wait it out so maybe you can use your domain. They’ll clash and you’ll most likely win.

However, casting a domain? Do you really want to take things that far with this curse? It’ll be a waste of energy, and it'll cause damage, so again, how?

How?

“Y/N?”

Your breath immediately catches and you stiffen as you recognize that gentle voice right away.

Albeit, you also detect right away that it’s not real. You know it’s one of the curses techniques, plus he can’t be real, he’s dead.

Yet you ignore every coherent thought and let yourself be overcome with joy and relief at the sound of his gentle voice.

“Suguru,” you muse and slowly turn around, and see him there. Him, him, not some puppet with stitches across his forehead who struggles to talk because he can’t maintain that gentleness in his voice. This person standing before you is actually Suguru Geto, your husband, your friend, and your partner.

“Hi, darling,” he greets you with that charming smile that always makes you feel butterflies. “Happy birthday.”

You flash him a trembling beaming grin.

“You coming home?”

You blink in confusion, but you actually don’t question him or mention anything in regard to the domain's effects because you’re too starstruck by his very vivid face, by the fact that he’s dressed in his comfortable clothes and not his Gojo-gesa. Not only but you’re also taken away by your surroundings slowly transforming to a spot by the lake that’s by your house.

“Suguru,” you say shakily. “I…miss you. I…” you don’t know why you’re being so sincere. You know he’s not real, but you can’t help it. It’s like you’re entranced. “I don’t know how to do this without you. I’m…alone. I’m lonely.”

Suguru’s face twists to display pity and hurt as if he feels the same way. “Oh, my firefly,” he coos.

You laugh softly at the sound of that nickname and you can't help it, you break into a happy stride and rush over to him.

Yet just as you reach your arms out to meet him with an embrace, the tip of your fingers clash against the glass.

“We’re so close aren't we?” He interjects, making you slowly lift your gaze to look at him with confusion filtering in your face. “Just break the glass and we can be together again. We can touch, and remember what it feels like to kiss. We can spend the rest of our lives together and never have to worry about being apart again,” he says softly and steps closer to the other side of the glass.

“We could have everything we want…like, more kids, we wanted more kids, we were going to have another one, remember? A boy.”

You swallow thickly and gasp softly as you suddenly spot him behind you through the reflection.

“We can have that here,” he whispers and it sounds like he’s by your ear, so you slowly peer back to see if he is.

However, before you can fully twist your head you feel a feathery touch on your belly so you freeze and slowly drift your eyes ahead once again. Now you see him caressing your swollen belly hidden under a nice and pretty red dress.

“See?”

The corner of your lips slowly tug to a content smile and you can’t help but reach for his hand on your belly.

Alas, when you reach down your hand falls through an empty vast of air. And as if horrified by the obvious outcome, you look down and don’t see a belly growing a baby, you see nothing but you in your fighting outfit and pure black floors beneath your feet that don't match the sand-covered grass that displays ahead of you.

“Just break the glass, y/n,” Suguru continues trying to tempt you, but you don’t let yourself become a fool this time. Instead, you drop your head and shut your eyes to shut him out and not see the beautiful landscape displayed in the mirrors around you.

“Y/N?” Suguru calls out. “Break the glass.”

Tears escape your eyes and leave a warm trail on the curve of your cheeks.

“Y/N?” He calls out by your ear.

Think of how to escape in a clever way.

“Are you ignoring me?” He raises his voice.

Think. Think.

“You can't ignore me. I'm here, I’m alive, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Maybe you can light this place like a furnace using your cursed technique?

Fire serpent would be clever, even if it means you won’t be able to use it again for a while—but with this fake Suguru running rampant, and special-grade curses on the loose, it would be smarter to save all your strong and powerful techniques for later, just in case.

So what does that leave you with?

“Open your eyes and break the glass! Break the glass, break the glass,” he repeats, and the gentle way he talks slowly disappears as his voice begins to sound higher pitched and scratchy.

“Break the glass! Break the glass you fucking bitch!” A completely different voice shrieks.

You clench your jaw and fists as you keep trying to tune out the noise and focus on getting out without breaking the glass and wasting so much energy.

“Y/N?” A different voice calls out. One you haven’t heard in a while. It’s Haibara’s.

That’s his voice—but no, it’s all just an illusion made by the curse to trick you and have you break the glass so you can fall into a binding vow. You have to stay strong.

“Help me,” Haibara pleads. “You can still help me!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and the curse this time shoves you forward as if it’s beginning to taunt you into falling into its trap.

“Help me!” A different voice yells.

“Help us!” Multiple voices rise all around you now and echo in your ears.

“Don’t kill us! Please!”

It’s trying to play with guilt you’ve learned to bury long ago.

“Y/N help me!” It plays Haibara’s voice again.

“Y/N!” Suguru’s voice plays now. “Break the glass!”

You shake your head and continue to brainstorm a way out through the distractions starting to overwhelm you.

“Mama?! I need help!”

Satori—no, no, it’s not her!

You slam your hands over your ears and clench your eyes shut to try and continue to drown everything out and not fall into temptation.

However, the moment you try to play smarter, the curse counters and grows louder to the point it feels like every little sound is pounding through your ears. It even starts to push you around like a rag doll.

But you try not to let it get to you, you keep trying to fight through it even if it begins to get to you, even if it overstimulates you to the point you have to fall on your knees and duck your head to hide from all the chaos…just like fake Suguru wanted it to happen.

This is what he wants, to weaken you in the best way that would; with mental and emotional attacks. This is why he had this curse trap you. And you fell right into his fucking trap. Fuck him.

Fuck him!

You pull your hands off your ears to dig your nails into the ground and begin to heave as you replace the fear and insecurity with fury.

Nevertheless, everything then goes deafeningly quiet. You slowly raise your head to look out for any more haunting reflections that are just torturing you, but no one besides a reflection of Satoru is painted on the surface.

“You’re a monster,” he spat, causing you to stiffen, and making your breath catch in your throat. “All those people you let Suguru kill. All those people you’ve killed.”

This isn’t real. It isn’t…

But…if it is then why are you so offended and hurt by his words.

“You’ve always been a monster,” he continues. “I’ve always known it, but I had to hide my hatred to try and please you. To hope you’d change, but,” he scoffs. “You’re too weak for that.”

Tears fill your eyes, and your heart begins to pound.

“I’ve always known that. We’ve always known that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, and before you can question what he means your parents come out of the shadows, and you’re struck with paralyzing fear.

“I was just a little girl,” you murmur even though you know all this is some messed-up reflection of your inner mind looking back at you. “I was scared. I didn’t want to be weak,” your voice shakes.

“But you are,” Satoru rebuttals. “You’re weak.”

“I was just a little girl!” You cry out and pound your fists on the ground. “It was normal to be scared, so why couldn’t you love me?!”

Your parents' eyes just bore into the ground, they don’t move their muscles and it infuriates you all over again.

“Everything I did before was to try and make you look at me the same way you looked at him!” You bellow. “But it wasn’t enough for you! Nothing was ever enough for either of you! Why?! Why was I never good enough for you?! Why couldn’t you love me?”

Both of your parents' eyes finally snap up and you wait with hope.

However, they don’t answer, and it makes something finally snap inside you, and give the curse more than it was asking for.

You break the glass with a burst of wind, and that sends the glass to shoot out at you and leave gashes all over your body. It hurts, but you continue to mix the wind with the fire that blasts out of your hands to enrage the scorching flames to the point they begin to burn through the domain's walls at the moment of impact. All while pieces of the ground underneath the domain crash against the walls, and water sprouts from the air around the domain to clash against the walls with the pieces of ground so harshly that the domain breaks from the outside, whilst your flames melt the domain from the inside and finally set you free.

“Fuck them,” you grumble and feel your body tremble as you shove yourself to your feet. “Fuck all of them.”

Now to find where you are….where did this curse take you?

But first…fuck…you feel so sluggish.

Maybe you just need to rest first.

Yeah, sitting down feels good, healing the gashes feels great, but closing your eyes feels better.

Moreover, as you can’t help but begin to let your eyes flutter shut, you catch someone's face appearing over you.

Their face is blurry, but you manage to notice a thick black line over their nose, blood stains down the bottom half of their face, and messy buns…

Is it the Cursed Womb?

——

*LATER*

Fuck come on not again!

At least you don’t feel as lost as the last time you passed out. This time the memories of what happened come rushing in. You remember getting mentally tortured by that damn curse, you got out, the gashes on your body weakened you, and before you passed out the Cursed Womb…was above you…

Wait now that you’re actually studying the ceiling you note that it’s different from where you were last time...is he?

You don’t make a sound and the only muscles you move are your eyes when you look to your left.

And just as you thought, there he is, the Cursed Womb sitting against the wall with his hands on his knees and an appalled look on his pale face—actually, he looks like he was crying. But that’s beside the point, the point is that he doesn’t notice that you’ve finally woken up, so you can try to make a quick escape.

But you are here, and you're not more hurt than you already are, so did he help you? He could’ve just left you there, but you’re here together now, so what does it mean? You have to know.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to explain yourself or I won’t hold back from ending your life,” you break the silence.

The guy's eyes snap over to you, and his face slowly loses its initial disbelief as he slowly gets up to his feet, making you sit up with your eyes never breaking away from him so he doesn’t try to pull one on you.

“I want to kill the man you call Suguru Geto,” he announces in a nonchalant voice, making it hard to know if he’s lying or telling the truth because weren’t they just working together? Just before you got trapped in that stupid domain?

“Am I supposed to believe you?” You spat and clench your hand into a fist. “You were just working with that man. You all were.”

The guy lowers his gaze. “He was lying,” he mutters. “He lied about who he was. I discovered that not so long ago. Which means that the man in your husband's body is my father,” he sneers and meets your gaze with a hardened look. “He's a despicable man I’m going to kill.”

His what?

Now you’re the one who looks absolutely aghast.

“What?” The guy probes as he sees your reaction.

“Your what now?” You ask with disbelief. “That man is…your what?”

He narrows his gaze. “My father,” he grumbles.

You scoff and nod. “All right…it makes sense.” Oddly enough, because why wouldn’t it be his father? Today is already bad enough. Why wouldn't it get worse?

So what is fake Suguru’s technique? Body swapping? It explains why he can use Suguru’s technique.

“Well,” you breathe in and slowly look back at the guy. “All right.” You draw out a deep breath. “So you changed sides?” You retort.

“I suppose,” he answers coolly. “But only to kill Noritoshi Kamo.”

You gasp as you instantly recognize that name. It belongs to one of the most evilest sorcerers who lived 150 years ago. He’s a disgrace to the Kamo family. That’s this guy's father?

So this guy is a Kamo? You were right!

“That’s your father?” You mumble and look away as you come to a slow realization. “That’s who stole Suguru’s body. That’s who…” you trail off and frown at the ground.

“All right,” you breathe out and change the subject back to what it was before so you don’t think about how Manami and Toshihisa betrayed you and your family for that man. For someone who took Suguru’s body.

“So you changed sides. We want the same thing, to kill that guy, so you can get revenge and I can get my brother back.” You nod. “But,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain why I’m here with you. What do you want with me?” You ask and look up at him with a pointed look to try and intimidate him into answering.

The guy watches you in silence for a moment, and slowly that hardened look falls. “I know you,” he says in a tone of voice that’s unlike before, you notice that it’s almost soft, but that’s not what makes you freeze, even if it’s nice to hear. You freeze because of what he says.

“You appeared to me before,” he continues. “Once.”

So is this Choso?

It is because he’s the only cursed womb you took time to study. He’s the one that opened his eyes.

“Choso,” you slowly recall the name you read on the tube he was trapped in last year, and see a small breath catch in his throat when he hears the sound of his name coming out of your lips.

“I remember you now,” you continue and can’t help but smile as if you’re old friends reuniting after a long time. “I didn’t recognize you before, but the last time I did see you, you were a fetus, or something like that, right?” You double-check. “That was you? Choso?”

He nods softly, and you grin and nod excitedly.

“It’s nice to see you, I’m y/n,” you immediately greet him as if you weren’t on opposing sides seconds ago, and make a rosy tint grow on his cheeks as he nods.

“I know,” he says.

Your smile softens and a warmth grows on your cheeks as your heart skips a beat before it all slowly falls. “I’m sorry,” you share in a softer voice and with an actual sincere look on your face.

Yet it’s not your face that makes Choso’s eyebrows furrow and his lips to slightly part, it’s your words. You hardly knew him, and you were apologizing for something.

“I couldn’t do what I said to you then,” you continue. “I don’t think you heard, but I’m sorry I couldn’t take you or the others out. Did you know them?” You ask.

Choso exhales deeply and the corner of his lips twitch to a frown. “They’re my little brothers. They all are. All 8 of them.”

You scoff softly. “8?” You question with slight shock. You can barely handle your only brother.

“Well,” you sigh and offer him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for that then,” you whisper and avert your gaze to stand up to your given height now that you’ve had time to collect yourself and heal your wounds. Again.

“Anyway,” you add and step closer towards him to the point you're inches away, so you can show off your gaze slowly narrowing to a threatening glare.

“Tell me, Choso,” you say in a colder voice that contrasts the warm one you were just using. “Do you still plan to kill Yuji Itadori? Because it doesn’t matter who you are, or the fact that we remember each other, if you still plan to kill him,” you lower your voice and catch his chest rise as he holds his breath—“I will kill you here and now.”

Choso quietly exhales as he holds your gaze without wavering his attention. “I don’t plan to kill Yuji anymore,” he shares with what you think is an honest tone. “We crossed paths, we fought.”

You clench your jaw and ready your fists.

“But,” Choso continues and never once looks away. “I did not kill him. He…” he pauses and blinks, whilst his eyebrows scrunch for a second. “He might be my brother from the same cruel man that left me and my brothers behind.”

Okay, what’s up with this man and his family? Is this some kind of family feud or what?

And as far as you know Itadori doesn’t have a cursed technique, he isn’t a cursed womb either, so how?

“All right,” you sigh and nod slowly with disbelief. “You’ve given me a lot in one go.” You laugh nervously and step back. “I mean I can’t judge you for fighting your brother, I fight with my brother. We fought. So I won’t judge, but…how?” You can’t help but ask.

Choso shrugs stiffly. “I don’t know. I’m not sure yet. I only just found out too. I’m still figuring it out.”

Well, that’s no help. You only have more questions, but well, there’s no point in waiting here for him to get his answers. You have your daughters to meet up with, friends to call, and Yuji Itadori to find before rescuing Satoru.

“Okay,” you breathe out deeply and turn away. “Well, even if I shouldn’t trust you, I will,” you assure him. “We want the same thing, to kill that man in Suguru’s body, so…” you pause and shrug. “We should work together,” you suggest.

Why? You imagine there’s a bunch of curses out there, there’s special grade curses who will kill you, and well it feels like the right thing to offer. Besides, you have the advantage of kind of knowing each other too. And furthermore, as long as he’s not killing your friends, your kids, and or Yuji, then why not offer him your help? You already did it before and you mean it now just as much as you meant it then.

“Plus,” you add to sway him more just in case. “My people will mistake you for an enemy if they see you wandering alone, so even if you’re strong, it won't bode well.” You turn and look at him with a tiny smile. “So what do you say? I can use the help.”

Choso’s chest falls and he doesn’t take long to give you his short response. “Fine.”

You smile wider and nod. “Great! But if you betray me I will kill you,” you warn him in a sweet voice.

“So you’ve said,” he quips.

You hold his gaze for a second with a stoic look before you giggle and turn to begin walking away from the station. “Well, come on, I need to go do something first and foremost.”

Footsteps don’t hesitate to follow behind you, so as to not walk alone you step back and fall by his side.

Choso glances at you, but you don’t return the look and instead dig your hand in your pocket to pull out the Worm curse who's been curled up in your pocket like a good boy.

“This day totally blows, worst birthday by far,” you try to spark a casual conversation as your Worm cursed Spirit unrolls and enlarges to his given size.

“Hug me,” the Worm cut in with two out of three words he knows.

“Hm,” you pretend to think about it and avert looking at Choso because you think that he might think it’s weird, just like everyone else does.

Does it change the way you answer? No, you just avoid looking at the man next to you.

“Of course,” you coo at the Worm and give him a gentle embrace before you wrap him around your shoulders. “Better?” You ask as he wraps his body as he deems comfortable.

The Worm doesn’t say anything of course, but it does nuzzle its head against your neck, making you smile and catch Choso’s stare this time.

And as if drawn to his eyes you look over and lock eyes. And to your surprise, he doesn’t look away like you thought he would. Nor does he look uncomfortable or disgusted by your bond with the worm curse.

“So,” you interject with a sweet voice. “Who gave you that body? I mean you were a fetus, so did you just, like, pop out.” You laugh at your own joke even if he doesn’t.

But you will make him laugh, you will.

“Mahito,” Choso says causally. “He gave me my body.”

You hum and tug on a flirty smile. “Well,” you say softly. “It’s nice.”

Choso is caught off guard that you’re actually sincere with your compliments and not using them as banter, but he still can’t help his breath from catching, or a warmth from melting away the coldness of his cheeks as your compliment sparks a warmth to grow on them.

“Thank you,” Choso answers slowly.

You flash him a wider smile and let your gaze linger on his for a moment before you look ahead and continue as you make your way through the station. “So do you have a phone?” You ask with hidden mischievousness. “Mine,” you sigh deeply. “Is dead.”

It’s at a full bar, you made sure to charge it before you left home. He doesn’t know that though, and regardless of everything else, he's still cute. And there’s time to kill before you find Nanako, Mimiko, and Itadori, so why not? No harm in putting your number in his phone.

“Oh, yeah,” he lets you know and digs in his pocket to pull out his unprotected phone and hand it to you.

“Thanks,” you say and offer him a tiny smile. “I just need to call my daughters.”

You turn his phone off and notice that everything looks almost untouched and brand new. And when you go to insert your number you see that he only has three contacts, which is kind of sad, but it also makes you smile because it’s kind of funny.

“You brought your daughters here?” He asks and you sense a judgemental tone which is funny considering he’s been so nonchalant and quiet.

“Uh, no,” you retort back sassily and shoot him a quick pointed glare. “Not by choice. I wasn’t home when I came here actually. I was out with my brother and my friends celebrating the fact that I am 28 today, so I wasn’t even with my daughters when I left. They kind of surprised me here…” you trail off as you finish with what you were doing to hand him back his phone and take yours out. “Thanks, now you can call me or text me,” you let him know.

Choso looks up at you and his eyebrows softly pinch together in slight confusion before they rise slightly as his face softens for a moment.

“Anyway,” you continue on and roll your head down to check the time on your screen; which reads 11:00 pm.

So you’ve spent most of your time passed the fuck out on a dirty floor. Great. Amazing!

You also see a bunch of missed calls, a few from Shoko, Nanami, and Larue.

“Again I didn’t want them here,” you explain yourself even if you really don’t have to. You just feel like you need to so you don’t feel judged. “I wanted them to leave, but,” you sigh. “When they were here they saw all these amazing people doing amazing things, so they want to be amazing too and how can I not let them? Think of it like this,” you add with enthusiasm as you shift your body to face him as you walk. “My kids are baby birds, okay?”

Choso blinks and slides his gaze to the corner of his eyes to watch you as you speak.

“I can tell them how to spread their wings, I can teach them to fly, but I can’t push them or fly for them. I can’t hold their hands, they have to jump by themselves you know? And yeah.” You nod. “They’ll fall off the tree a few times and tumble, they’ll get scared, but I comfort them and encourage them to try again. And even if I want to hold their hand now.” You draw in a deep shaky breath. “I don’t, I just hope that they learn from their mistakes and try again, so when the time comes they will be able to spread their wings, take that jump, and….”

“Fly on their own,” he finishes for you, making you slowly smile at him with admiration.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Exactly...you know no one I’ve told that analogy to has gotten it. But it makes sense that you do, you’re the older brother. Sometimes older siblings are like parents,” you say softly as you hold his rich brown eyes. “So I guess we have that parental instinct in common.”

Choso holds your gaze and the corner of his lips twitch upward before he hums softly.

You hum back and flash him a small smirk before you finally call Mimiko.

However, she doesn’t answer, so you go and call Nanako next. And she should answer, she always has her phone in her hand.

Nevertheless, she doesn’t answer either, which is strange, but you don’t worry, you just text one of them.

You to Mimiko: Are you two okay? I’m out of the domain, tell me where you’re at so we can meet up.

Now to call Nanami and check if he’s okay.

Neverthefuckingless, he doesn’t answer his damn phone either. Neither of the two times you call him.

You to Nanami: You called me? I was passed out, do you need help?

“Why is no one answering their damn phone,” you mumble and call Shoko now.

And luckily she answers her phone!

“Y/N? Where are you?” She sounds panicked. “Why did Nanami say you were dead?”

“What?” You gasp. “I'm not dead, I almost died thanks to the monster possessing Suguru’s body, but I'm okay, I just woke up from being unconscious,” you assure her. “I’m now with a friend trying to find Nanako and Mimiko before I meet up with Itadori.”

“I heard about Suguru,” she says in a whisper.

“It’s not him,” you correct her right away. “No matter what he’d never try to kill me, and he wouldn’t lock Satoru away either,” you defend him. “Someone is using his body for his technique, an old sorcerer called Noritoshi Kamo.”

Shoko is quiet for a moment before she shares a strained laugh. “I guess It makes sense. Today can’t get any worse. Oh by the way outside there’s curses everywhere, and Sukuna is out on a rampage.”

You scoff. “You say that so calmly,” you point it out and rub your eyes out of frustration. “Any kills?”

Please no, please no.

“I don’t know,” she says. “He’s out here destroying half of the city. So be careful all right?”

You huff. “Kinda have to be, I’ve healed myself twice now, first a wound to the throat and a snapped neck, and then cuts by an old curses domain. Any more and I’ll be running on fumes.”

“Well, be smart,” she says softly. “Satoru is sealed, and it’d suck to lose you on your birthday.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, but…” you sigh and frown. “If I do die before I get my brother back…tell Belinda or Larue, all right? They’ll know what to do,” your voice breaks as you think about your daughters. “And let Hakari and Kirara know too, keep an eye out for them. Yeah?”

Shoko sighs, “nothing is going to—”

“Ieiri,” you cut her off sharply to press your request now that everything has gotten worse. “Please.”

Your friend exhales deeply before she answers. “All right, but you’ll see your kids again. Trust me.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod. “Yeah…and I’ll get my brother back, and I’ll kill that bastard in Suguru’s body, and go home, and sleep on my bed.” You laugh nervously. “And tomorrow we’ll make up for today's failure. We can blast music, dance all this out, and make apple cider to spike it with alcohol. My apple trees are in full bloom right now.”

“Quite a day planned there,” she says. “But it sounds good. I’m down.”

You hum with content and smile softly at your phone. “I’ll keep you up, all right? I’m going to find my girls, and then figure it out from there. Let me know if you need help.”

“I will,” she assures you. “Be careful. All of you.”

You hum as a response before you hang up and text one more person.

You to Yuki: Shibuya is falling to shit. Satoru is sealed. And someone took over Suguru’s dead body, we might need your help.

Hopefully, she’s around, or at least answers.

Until then you keep treading on through this lonely station.

“It’s kind of crazy to see Shibuya this lonely,” you interject. “There’s always people around.”

“Well they’re all dead so,” Choso says bluntly, making you snort.

Choso hears that and looks at you with a bit of shock that he managed to get that out of you without even trying.

“Yeah—oh look,” you abruptly change the subject to point down the hall you just turned into. “A vending machine. I’m starving.” You break into a jog and the moment you reach it you reach back and pull your debit card out of the Worm's mouth.

“Hey, do you want anything, Choso?” You ask and peer back. “Maybe like a dark chocolate bar?” You suggest loudly so he can hear you down the hall. “Dark chocolate is said to improve your blood flow, and considering you manipulate blood…” you trail off and get the bar regardless of his answer. “Now what do I want?” You talk to yourself and step back to scan the rows of snacks.

“I’d totally kill for some soba now,” you mention louder and tap your chin as you debate for a second until you finally decide on some chips.

Once you collect your items you turn and notice that Choso is a lot closer, so you throw him the chocolate bar you got him.

“Oh,” he says quietly when he swiftly catches the bar. “I’m okay.”

You open your bag and narrow your eyes. “How do you want to fight your father with no energy?” You don’t hesitate to retort. “It’s good brain food, and again good for your blood flow….trust me.” You smile at him. “Satoru taught me all this when I was a kid. We’re sorcerers, we need to feed off cursed energy, and…well there’s a lot that goes into it, but!” You exclaim proudly. “it’s good. It doesn't matter if you’re part curse.”

Choso holds your gaze for a lingering moment and draws out a deep breath before he hums.

You click your tongue and wink at him, making him swallow thickly before he focuses on opening what you got him.

“Oh my god!” You clap excitedly as something comes to mind, causing the man before you to snap his eye up at you.

“Choso,” you deepen your voice. “Soul of a curse, heart of a human, powers of a sorcerer!” You exclaim and pop a chip into your mouth as your smile widens.

Choso on the other hand watches you slightly confused, and completely taken aback by your comfort in him, and your comment that doesn’t sound at all insincere.

“It’s a movie reference,” you explain yourself as you note his silence. “I mean the character doesn’t have your name, but I thought the quote was fitting.”

He continues to be quiet so you add on nervously.

“It’s Blade. It’s a good movie.”

“Oh.”

You nod slowly and hum before you turn on your heels and continue walking ahead. Choso follows you of course and quietly eats what you got him as you eat too.

And once you’re done you check on your girl's locations since they don’t answer. “Okay great,” you fill the silence. “The girls aren't far. Let’s meet up with them and plan what to do next after that. Is that fine with you?” You ask and look over at him.

Choso meets your gaze and draws in a small breath as he parts his lips to answer.

However, just before he can share, suddenly the ground trembles violently, causing you to lose balance and fall to the side.

Luckily though, Choso is quick and catches you in his arms, letting you quickly grab onto him right away out of shock and to keep balanced.

“What the hell is happening out there?” You grumble.

“Sukuna is my theory, that’s what Jogo wanted,” Choso guessed correctly.

The ground stops shaking but rather than stepping out of Choso’s arms, you first peer back and part your lips to speak softly. “Thank you. Great catch.”

Choso looks at you, and your heart skips a beat, while he swallows thickly and raises his chest as he draws in deep breath, just like the last time you were this close.

“No problem,” he says quietly.

You smile at him and linger in his warmth for a second before you step away and fill him in on what you forgot to mention before. “It was Sukuna, I think. He’s out. I don’t know how but he is.”

Choso stays quiet, making you think he won’t answer, but he then speaks up. “Jogo probably fed him the fingers. That was a plan of his. So he got a hold of Yuji Itadori.”

You keep your eyes on him and probe. “How do you feel about that?”

Choso sighs deeply and shrugs stiffly. “I don’t quite know yet.”

You hum softly in comprehension and don’t push him to decide. Besides, it’s not like you can help him know whether he believes what he said about Itadori is true or not. And you also really don’t care what he decides is the truth or not either, all you care about is whether or not he keeps his word about not harming Itadori. As long as he doesn’t you will continue to be his ally.

“Well until you know, let’s go meet up with my daughters,” you interject and check your phone again for their location. “It says they’re not far,” you let him know. “My girls are just around the corner, come on.”

A/N- When they describe each other as each other's sun, then what? What does that mean?

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