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mphountitled · 5 months

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omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

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plutoswritingplanet · 8 months

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You Started It pt. 2(Buggy The Clown x F!Reader)

a/n: GMFU, that's all i have to say. this chapter was strongly inspired by the song Shikayat from the movie Gangubai Kathiawadi,

Warnings: General Asshole Behavior from The Man Of The Hour, Hostage Situation, Light Bondage (lmao), Some Good Old Smexual Tension.

Summary: The time for your great performance finally arrives, but the culmination will surprise both you and your captor.

Part 1.

You awake to the sound of music. Drums, trumpets and bells fill your ears, shaking you from some pleasant dream, where you could run free with your brother and his crew. Instead, your forehead aches from the way the bars of your prison dug into it, while you slept. Your legs are sore as well, dangling above the floor, wooden planks leaving marks on your thighs. Your joints crack, as you try to straighten yourself to the best of your capacity, an unpleasant shiver running up your back. Groggily, you wipe left-over tears from your eyes. The music wires itself into your brain, like a bug drilling inside your skull.

Then, someone yells. You know the voice all too well. The music stops immediately, and with a quickened pulse, you hear footsteps approaching the door to the backroom.

He waltzes in, a spring in his step betraying his barely contained excitement. It's been a week since your faithful conversation, and you haven't been moved from your spot above ground. Like a bird in a cage, he has kept you locked, visiting even more often than before. To feed you, give you some water, drink in the sight of you, pester you with questions you had no intention of answering. Truly, your purpose here must've shifted from solely being a Hostage, to providing Entertainment. Just like he's said when you first got here.

"Hostage!" he exclaims, as soon, as the door closes behind him.

"Captain" you answer, voice tired and still traced with the remnants of sleep. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He's not bothered by your sarcasm. You're not sure if he even registered it, with his giddy state.

"Today's your big day!" he jumps a few steps in your direction, wobbling on the balls of his feet,

At your confused, if slightly annoyed expression, he raises his hands, and that's when you notice the elephant in the room. A costume, folded neatly in his arms, one, you're without a doubt expected to wear. It's pink, baby pink and frilly to say the least. You can see an ungodly amount of ruffles, and sequins, and small golden bells. It makes your face involuntarily scrunch up. Never in a million years you'd be caught wearing such a pink thing of your own accord. But, as much as you hate the sight before you, the show must go on. You know it, and he most definitely knows so, too.

You flinch, when the Clown throws the costume to the side, lets it collide onto the table, bells ringing loudly. Then, he produces a key from the pocket of his trousers

"Be good, or else" he warns, and you nod, because what else can you do.

The soft click of the lock is like music to your ears, and as soon as the man opens the door, you nearly moan at the feeling of your legs finally being able to stretch. He watches from the side, as you unfurl yourself from the cage, limb by limb. Oh, the feeling of solid ground under your feet is almost too much

"I really cooped you up in there…" he muses to himself, and you contain the venomous look you were about to throw him.

Instead, you opt for stretching out your sore muscles, rising your hands as far above your head as you possibly can, and try to ignore the spark in his eyes, as he watches your shirt ride up your stomach, Finally, he clears his throat, crosses the room to the table and gathers the costume back in his arms

"Don't take long" he winks and points his chin towards the dressing room screen, tucked away against one of the walls.

Grabbing the amassing of fabric from his arms, and trying really hard not to touch him, you retreat to hide behind it. The screen is big enough to cover your body, but your head peeks above, and you shoot a cautious look towards the clown. To his credit, he hasn't moved any closer, rummaging through one of the chests at the end of the room. Your eyes catch a glimpse of something metallic and very sharp, disappearing into the inside pocket of his coat, and your heart jumps to your throat.

Your hands now shaking, you lay out the fabric, trying to get a good look at the costume, before you have to inevitably put it on your body. As you look at the full garb, it doesn't look as intimidating, as before. The ruffles, although pink and obnoxious, are flowing nicely with the entirety of the outfit. It is, however, much more revealing, than you've anticipated, and against your better judgement, you throw a single, judgy look towards the Clown, who immediately catches your eye at the other side of the screen

"Chop-chop, we haven't got all day" he smiles at you, full teeth on display.

Shaking your head, you begin to undress, movements slightly skittish, from the sudden anxiety running up your spine. The outfit slides against your body with ease, the fit being slightly too big on your figure. The expanse of your stomach lays bare, ruffles from the hem of the skimpy top tickling your ribs. Your legs are also, almost completely exposed, the lower half of the costume turning out to be a skirt with rather deep cutouts on the sides. It's a shame you don't have a mirror anywhere nearby, although perhaps it's for the best. You don't know if you could stomach to look at yourself in this ridiculous getup

"Ready, Hostage?" his voice startles you against your will, and after a couple of deep breaths, you step out from behind the screen.

His face remains blank, but his eyes feverishly run all across your body, taking in the image in utter silence. Again, anxiety rises in your gut, this time however, you begin to worry that somehow, this isn't enough. That this isn't the vision he has conjured up in his head, and anything deviating from his vision was sure to anger him beyond belief. You bite your lip in anticipation, as he slowly starts to walk towards you. Then, to your utter confusion, he kneels down just in front of you.

Silence envelops the two of you like a blanket made of tar. It pours into your lungs, making you unable to breathe. His hands are steady, as he reaches out and places them on one of your ankles. Your mismatched shoe slides off your foot under his gentle tug. Then, the other one. Your bare feet hit the floor and that's when you realize, you've begun to shiver

"The audience will love you" he breathes, voice quiet and reserved, almost unrecognizable from his regular, flashy persona.

Then, his hands retract to the inside of his coat. Your breath hitches, as he pulls out a golden cuff adorned with the same, small bells, which are currently attached to the rest of your outfit. Your brows furrow, and another, unexplainable feeling blossoms in your stomach, as you watch him lean down to clasp the cuff around your ankle, the second one following closely behind. His hands linger for a moment, and another surge of trembles runs through you. He's warm, and his fingers are calloused, but somehow, your skin doesn't seem to mind. If anything, you'd risk saying the way he softly slides his digits up your calf is enjoyable. Troubling and confusing, yes, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You sway in your place, as he rises from his knees

"Give me your hands, Hostage" since when has this nickname become so affectionate on his lips, you can't remember.

One part of your brain reasons, that it's a recent development, caused by the time you were forced to spend in his grasp. The other, more treacherous part supplies, that this strange intonation has been there from the very start. You were just too stubborn to notice it.

The tremors running through your hands, as you raise them to present to him, are honestly embarrassing. Your head hangs low, to shield your face from his gaze. It's no use, he can see right through you. The flush in your cheeks, your mouth falling slightly open, the shine in your eyes. He eats it up like a man starved. Reactions, that's what he's after, and with the way you've been acting, you've given him quite the show already.

It's quiet again, safe for the occasional jingle of the bells, as he gently locks two bracelets around your wrists, identical to the ones on your feet. His fingers toy with the golden clasp, brushing against your running pulse. Tension builds in your stomach, as his eyes finally look up to yours. You would've believed you were solitary in your confusing feelings, if his breath didn't come out in quick gasps through his painted lips. Lips, which in this quiet moment seem much too appetizing than they had any right to be.

"You look perfect" his breath brushes against your face, "There's just one little thing, that's missing, Hostage."

Your brows scrunch together, as you watch him reach into his pocket yet again. A beautiful silken scarf slides between his palms. It's pink as well, adorned with constellations stitched in with a shiny thread. Your confusion deepens, when he grabs your hand and turns your wrist up. Then, your heart drops.

Between the rows of small bells, you can see a golden loop attached to the cuff, identical looking back at you from your other wrist. You try to voice your protest, try to wring out your hand, but his grip on you tightens, and he tuts quietly under his breath.

"Can't have you flying away now, can I?" he weaves the scarf between the loops, and ties your hands together, leaving the fabric to drape in between

"How the hell do you expect me to perform with my hands tied?" your voice comes out much weaker than you've anticipated, betraying your growing fear.

To that, he looks up with a grin, yet his eyes remain cold, causing your whole body to shiver.

"You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out."

His finger detaches again, flying towards your nose and pushing it hard enough to make your entire face scrunch up. Then, he grabs a handful of the fabric, tugs on it to check the binds, and starts walking towards the door, not sparing you as much as a glance. And you follow, obediently, trying to make his head explode with your brain.

It's your fault, really, the feeling of disappointment and anger swirling around in your head. All this sudden quiet intimacy has clouded your judgement, and you've forgotten who you're truly dealing with. Oh, how you wish you could do anything to hurt him. How you wish, your brother would rescue you already, free you from this prison, not only physically, but mentally as well, so you won't have to think about this stupid, homicidal clown ever again.

If he senses you fuming behind him, he doesn't comment. And why would he? You're still following him, as he drags you through the stage, right to the middle of your future dance floor.

Your eyes dart around the place, trying to find anything, anyone, who could help you escape this predicament. To your surprise, and later, horror, the Circus is completely empty. Not a soul shares your fate. Not the public, not his Freaks, not even the Announcer. The silence makes goosebumps erupt all across your flesh, and words get stuck in your throat, as Buggy turns to face you with an unsettling grin plastered across his lips.

"I thought a private performance would be much more appropriate for you, my Hostage" his smile widens at your expression.

You want to scream at him, punch him in his stupid face, but all you can manage is glare daggers at his stupid face. Suddenly, the lights flicker on, startling you, as beams of light flow around you, only to fall right on the two of you. Buggy grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palms. His enthusiasm would be contagious, if you weren't scared shitless by this entire situation.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a one-of-a-kind performance" he whispers inches from your face, "My dearest Hostage will dance for her life… and for your entertainment."

He lets go of you, forcefully showing you away, and you take a step back to stabilize yourself. The lights focus solely on you, and in the brightness surrounding you, you realize, you can't see anything besides the middle of the dance floor. Cackling like a madman, the Clown steps back, his hands clasped in front of his chest. You almost call out for him, as he slides into the shadows, but any sound dies on your tongue.

You're alone, again. Your breath quickens, as your heart nearly jumps out of your chest. This is not at all how you've envisioned this performance to go. Well, above all things, you didn't expect it would happen at all. Your brother should have freed you by now, and while you had your utmost faith in him, you couldn't shake the feeling of deeply seated worry. Which is why, you had to endure this torture. So you can see your brother again, when he finally comes for you. With a determined expression, you nod your head at the darkness and raise your hands, getting into, what you hope would look, like a dancing stance.

He holds you in anticipation for a moment longer, as any great showman should. And then, music floods the stadium. Bells and violins, distorted slightly by what you assume is an old gramophone. You recognize the song, thankfully, your face falling slightly, as you remember the meaning. A love song, of course, about hatred and affection. Bitter-sweet. Your limbs feel heavy and awkward, but you start to move nonetheless.

He wants a private show? You'll give him one, he won't forget.

The rhythm picks up and so do the movements of your hips. Bells jingle all around you, as you slide from one place to another, clouds of dust flying around your feet. The scarf turns out to be a major distraction, as you're unused to being bound. It takes you a while to get the hang of it, but once you do, you make the fabric dance with you, flowing around your body with satisfying grace. The song becomes even faster, and you twist and turn, ruffles jumping, as you run, accompanied by the bells. Your feet start to hurt from the roughness of the floor, but you ignore it completely.

The song drops before the second verse, and you follow the rhythm to the floor. Using all the acrobatics you've picked up through the years, you begin to writhe in the sand, adding a clap and a stomp, bells jingling to the music. That's when you finally see him, crouched down right in front you, watching your dance with a tilt to his head and something terrifying swirling behind his eyes. It makes you falter in your choreography, makes your guts twist with a feeling too close to arousal.

Then, a glint of something silver catches your eye. It swishes through the air, and plants itself right between your legs. A knife. Sharp and polished to perfection, it embeds itself into the wooden floor, splinters flying from the impact. The scream you let out would make a Banshee cringe, as you push yourself as far as you can from the weapon

"Now, now" Buggy calls out across from you, his silhouette barely visible in the darkness" The show must go on, Hostage."

He sounds terrifying, like some demon from your darkest dreams. But the music still plays, and you'll be damned, if this is what takes you down. So, you wipe your forehead with the silk scarf, contort your body and stand up, straight as a chord. Now, it's no longer a simple performance. Your blood boils inside you, fear giving space to anger and, strangely, some sort of misplaced ambition. You want to impress him, you want to make him frustrated, angry. Dust flows around you, as you resume your dance, movements much more confident, violent even.

He stalks you from the shadows, producing another knife from his pocket. It shines, when he lets it fly in your direction, but you don't even flinch, when it swishes right by your ear. Then another, grazes your torso, as you bend backwards. This one nicks you right below your ribs. You can feel blood running down the length of your stomach. No matter. Your eyes still follow him, and he steps closer to the light. Another knife, inches from your left foot. And closer he stalks. You can see the tips of his shoes enter the spotlight.

That's all it takes for you to make a decision. You won't play this torturous game any longer, and as the music nears its climax, you close the remaining distance between the two of you, hands flying to the collar of his shirt, fisting it tightly.

You're panting, so is he, as you stare at each other, all innocence gone from your respective expressions. Fury, oh, fury, you're not sure if you want to kill him, or kiss him, and as he produces one last knife from his pocket, the sentiment seems to be mutual

"You started it" a growl frees itself from the depths of your chest, and under your tight grip on his shirt, he shudders violently.

There's heat pooling into those blue eyes irises of his, enveloping you completely in the moment. But then, his eyes follow your scowl down to your lips, and you realize, you've never tasted face paint. What an interesting experience it would be.

This moment of tension is broken almost immediately, as clouds of smoke fill the tent, seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, something yanks you backwards by your arm, something puts a knife in your hand and something yells for you to run. So you do, you turn from the Clown, his figure drowned in smoke, and you run as fast as you can, without looking back. He screams some words you're too scared to decipher, his voice breaking. A disembodied hand flies in your direction, but you dodge it expertly. One more tug from the hand gripping your arm, and you fall through a thick curtain.

The sun outside the Circus tent blinds you, nearly making you lose your footing, but a pair of strong arms hold you in place, and a familiar head of ginger hair turns around to face you

"Come on, the ship is not far" Nami yells, and you can't contain the smile blossoming on your lips.

The Hostage, freed at last… Or so she hopes

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #one piece x reader #one piece live action #one piece netflix #buggy the clown #my writing #besties idk how to do a taglist soooo

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slxsherr · 1 year

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Softer Than Shadow

pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader

summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.

wc: 2239

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol

When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited.

You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink.

Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing.

The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.

“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you.

Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her.

“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door.

“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.

“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him.

The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question.

Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away.

You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor.

The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up.

The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you.

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask.

“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.

“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.

“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.

“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown.

“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.

“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news.

“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events.

“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away.

“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed.

“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.

“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them.

“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”

“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment.

“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information.

“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else.

Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy.

There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.

“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you.

Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans.

Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster.

“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself.

“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.

Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out.

He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.

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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

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luveline · 2 years

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losers and the supernatural | steve harrington x reader

summary Steve has a theory about Hawkins being divided into two subsets. You try to work out where you fit within that. [4.5k]

warnings fluff, getting together, confessions, first kiss, mutual pining, pre-s4, no major s4 plot spoilers, gn!reader, shy!reader

Steve isn't how you remember.

In school you'd thought he was a bit of a jerk. A hot jerk with stupid nice hair, but a jerk. It's a surprise to see him uninjured for once, remembering the bruise that had covered his face during your last year of school, a bouquet of yellows and purples, and another surprise to see him at all behind the desk at Family Video.

"Hey," he says, at first sounding hesitant and then with a little more of his familiar bravado, "Y/N, how's it going?"

He leans over the desk on his elbows. You flounder – you hadn't expected to see him.

"Hi." You pull your strappy bag closer to your chest.

"What are you looking for?"

You can feel the heat rising in your cheek, distracted by him. He's more attractive than you remember, his big hand scrubbing over the bottom of his face as he waits patiently for your answer. You've never been good with people, with anyone housing a drop of popularity. You'd depended on weird Keith being here to get through a human interaction without sweating.

"Do you guys have Dressed to Kill?" you ask quietly.

"Sure thing. You want me to get it?"

You nod, chancing a glance at him. He's watching your hands where they abuse the hem of your shirt. You let them fall to your sides.

Steve rounds the desk and starts to where the tape must be hiding, stopping a foot away and making a small motion with his hand for you to follow so you do, the distance between you closing fast.

He smells of a musky cologne, bergamot and citrus hiding under a heavier smell, like sage or lavender, maybe both. It's distracting. You're still breathing him in when he pulls the movie down from its shelf and offers it to you.

The box has a pair of long legs and red heels. It looks pretty provocative. Your hands tremble as you take it from him, your embarrassment rising.

"That the one?"

"I- yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome." A small silence. "You didn't start college in the fall?"

"No. S'expensive. I'm not, uh, scholarship smart."

He snorts. "Me neither. I haven't seen you around, I thought for sure you would've ditched Hawkins 'soon as school let up."

You tilt your head to the side and smile at him in reflex, confused. "Really?"

"Hundred percent. Are you kidding? Hawkins is full of losers." He shifts and you try desperately to maintain friendly eye contact, only he's crossed his arms and you can see the line of his forearm, the curve of muscle. "Losers and, like, the supernatural." He seems to have said something he didn't want to say, a nervous, lopsided small stretching over his lips. He scratches his cheek. "I'm pretty sure I saw a vampire last week but Robin won't hear it, she says it's just Keith lingering after his shift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, startled at his sense of humour. Keith does look like a vampire. Steve laughs too and smiles at you, something you don't know in the way his eyes darken and his lashes kiss in the corners.

"And Robin, is that your girlfriend?" you ask. Purely conversational, of course.

"No," he says quickly, taking a small step away from you as he shakes his head. "She's my best friend. She works here, when she's not sick."

"Oh. Sorry."

"C'mon, don't be. Do you have a boyfriend?" And, at your giggling, "What, is that funny?" His voice is warm with a light amusement.

"No, I’m not dating anyone."

"Thank god," he says.

You flush from head to toe.

He's smiling and suddenly not, hands flinching towards you. "Not like that- I mean, not not like that- what I meant was, uh, what I said. Losers and the supernatural, you know?"

You don't have a clue what he means and don't know if he's flirting or socially inept as you are, but you know what it's like to bumble around awkwardly and hope the other person will save you.

"Losers and the supernatural," you agree. "Which one are you?"

"A loser," he says, with a huge smile. "Definitely."

You'd paid for the movie and Steve had chatted with you a little bit more, kind and awkward but still undeniably Steve Harrington. He'd spoken offhandedly, said, "You'll have to tell me how the movie is," as you'd been leaving.

It followed you all week. You'd gone home and watched Dressed to Kill that night, then spent days agonising over how to summarise it in a way he would find cool. You knew it was stupid, it was literally his job to be friendly, but you really wanted to impress him.

That in itself felt weird to you. You never expected to feel like this but you knew the feelings you were experiencing marked the beginning of a crush. You couldn't help thinking about the sound of his voice, the earnestness of it. Worse, you were plagued with memories of his shirt sleeves, how they stretched over his bicep as he filled your details into the computer at the front desk, shifting muscle under tan skin.

You hesitated outside of Family Video to check your hair in the window. Through it, you could see that the desk was empty.

You edged open the door slowly and slipped inside making your way to the desk and peering around. Nobody was there, though you heard voices a second later.

Steve, undeniably. "If you could have, like, a modicum of compassion for me, that would be-"

"Modicum. What, have you been reading the fucking dictionary?"

"Says you! You realise normal people don't use the word capricious in everyday chitchat, right? Tell me you know that, Robs."

"And what use is compassion? You're a sinking ship. Crying about it doesn't unsink the Titanic."

"One, that was a tragedy, so get some class. Two, it's not sunk. I fumbled the ball a bit, but it's hardly time to call it quits." A crashing sound and a groan that sets you alight. "Oh, fuck."

Robin laughs very loudly. You could imagine her pointing at him as she does, the sound condescending. "Idiot."

"You're a bad friend."

"Steve," Robin sighs, "maybe the Titanic wasn't the best analogy. And I do feel sorry for you, you're pathetic-"

"Thanks so much."

"-but that doesn't mean it's over. They live in Hawkins. Their options are pretty limited."

"Thank you for your vote of confidence," he says, monotone.

You think maybe it's too late to pretend you aren't here and definitely too late to announce yourself so you don't do either. You pull your headphones from your bag and click play on your cassette and when the Family Video employees finally emerge you take them off like you've been listening to music the whole time.

"Y/N," Steve says, sounding antsy. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long," you say. You're being too quiet.

Steve doesn't seem to care. Robin smiles at you, looking almost as deer-in-the-headlights as her colleague but hiding it better.

"I'm gonna go… finish… that thing we were doing. Yep," she says, fleeing to the back room.

Your headphones around your neck, the metallic sounds of Tears for Fears' Songs from the Big Chair, you give the King of Hawkins High a cautious but honest smile. You worry you might pass out when he returns it.

"So? Did you like the movie?" he asks.

You turn to your bag and pull the tape out where it had fit rather snugly. "It was okay. I don't know, I-" you wince. "I wanted to say something cool but, I'm not very good with movies." Your voice rises in pitch as you go.

You hold the tape out. Steve takes it but doesn't take it, both of you with one hand on the box. You almost feel like you've been shocked, staring down at his fingers, his knuckles and his class ring.

"I'm not great with movies, either," he confides. "I know what you're thinking – this jagoff works at Family Video but doesn't know what makes a movie good? What are they paying him for?" he acts out dramatically, a smirk playing on his handsome features as he accepts your tape.

You laugh and he fails to hide a smile as he logs your return.

"What do they pay you for, then?" you ask.

"What do you think? My good looks and charm, duh."

"Here I thought it was for the hair."

His eyes light up. "They should be! You know how much hairspray it takes to style this thing?"

"I can't imagine," you joke with him.

"You don't want to. I'm gonna have to remortgage the house if this carries on."

You hum under your breath and lean across the desk just as the tape switches. Head over Heels plays loudly, your hands inching towards his unthinkingly.

"What are you listening to?" he asks, nodding his head to your headphones.

They're a cheap set with orange foam pads. You pull them over your head and offer them to him bashfully. He's much more confident as he accepts them, pushing them over his hair. You delight in his enthusiasm, at odds with Steve from three years ago, who would've died rather than ruin his immaculate updo, who might not have even looked your way.

He bobs his head along to the song, looking to you as the chorus builds. His lips form a satisfied 'o' and he leans backwards. "Hey," he says, too loud, "this is awesome. What's this song called?"

"Head over Heels," you say, hoping he can read your lips if he can't hear you.

He peels the headset from his ears and gives them back to you, fingertips brushing yours. Pinpricks of heat crawl over your skin.

"Head over Heels?" You nod. "You might not know movies but your music taste is pretty stellar."

"Thanks," you murmur, shy at his praise.

"You ever been upto Indianapolis? They have a lot of live music there."

You rush to answer. "Yes, yeah! Freshman year, AC/DC played the Market Square arena, it was amazing. I've never seen so many people in one place. It felt like all of Hawkins could've fit in there."

"AC/DC? You like rock music?"

If he'd asked a different way you might've lied. He didn't sound judgemental or surprised, only interested.

Your shoulders hike anyway as you answer. "Yeah, I do. More when I was in High School."

"You're cool, Y/N L/N," he says, palms braced on the desk.

You squeeze the headphones in your hands and try not to show how affected you are. "I'm not."

"You are. Too cool for Hawkins."

"Losers and the supernatural," you recall.

His grin is dizzying. "Exactly."

You can't take the intensity of it, of how bright his smile is and how it makes you nervous. You look away from him, eyes scanning the shelves, some half-stocked.

"You caught us on a Monday. Quietest day, so we're rearranging. Or, we should be."

"I'm sorry! Am I keeping you?" You turn back to him quickly.

Steve crosses his arms. "No way. Like I said, quietest day. You're the best part of my week."

He probably doesn't mean it the way you think he does, or if he does he's only joking, you argue with yourself.

He's watching you. "You want help finding another movie?"

He's around the desk and at your side before you can say yes, smelling strongly of that bergamot musk. You sink a little bit further, reckoning that Robin's Titanic analogy was spot on.

Six visits to Family Video later, you're thinking about returning a movie Steve has picked out for you – Sixteen Candles, which you've already seen but lied about so you can listen to him sell it – when you run into him at Bradley's Big Buy.

A cart full of groceries, you feel shocked and then silly. Of course he buys groceries. Everybody buys groceries, and it's imperative that you hide from him in your own grocery outfit - jeans and a paint speckled t-shirt from your Hawkins High days, a gym shirt with your name written across the front in teenage handwriting.

You're so busy hiding you don't hear him approach.

"Hey, Y/N," he says.

You bring your basket to your chest in hopes of hiding your shirt. It doesn't work.

"Nice shirt."

You grimace, about to explain how it's wash day and you don't always dress like an idiot, you swear, but he starts to pull up his hoodie.

You go a bit blind at first, eyes searching the expanse of midriff he exposes greedily moments before he finds the hem of his shirt and pulls it down for you to see. A Hawkins High gym shirt.

"Oh my god," you say.

"Funny coincidence," he says, dropping his hoodie back down. "It looks better on you."

You can't look at him, shy again from his flirting remarks. Your eyes are drawn to his groceries. It's funny how stereotypical it is, TV dinners and chips, ice cream, moon cakes. You raise your brows at him and laugh. His eyes go wide as saucers.

"We're having a movie night. Me and Robin. I swear, I eat like a normal dude. Mostly. Some of the time."

"No, I, I'm not judging. I'm not much better," you say, brandishing your basket at him. Slightly healthier but with a similar abundance of chips.

You go to talk at the same time, eager.

"What movie are you watching?"

"We're renting Alien."

He chuckles and you scratch at your collar.

"You ever seen it?" he asks.

"No, I can't watch scary movies by myself."

"It's… do you maybe wanna come?"

You end up in the passenger seat of Steve's 733i, abashed because you're badly dressed and because he invited you. Heart racing, you take the opportunity to admire his face when he can't see you, his eyes on the road as he drives from Bradley's. It's getting dark, the asphalt slowly blending with the sky as kilometres disappear under the BMW's tyres

"You're sure Robin won't mind?" you ask.

Steve glances at you. "Sure. She gets, like, acute verbal diarrhea around new people but she's the nicest girl I've ever met."

"She wasn't in our classes, was she?"

"No. Robin's still a senior. We met working at Starcourt."

Starcourt is a hard topic to navigate. People died. You decide to manoeuvre around it. "It's lucky you can work together again."

"It's not luck. She made me take a movie crash course before we applied, and when Keith didn't seem so taken with me she convinced him."

"She must really like you, Harrington."

He looks very thoughtful, inclining his head towards you though he doesn't turn, eyes on the road diligently. "She's a really good friend. I liked her…" he grasps for words, "as more than a friend. But she didn't like me back."

"I'm sorry," you say.

You can't mistake the look he gives you when he does turn, quick but undeniable. "Don't be," he says seriously, his eyes searching as they take in your face. "It never would've worked between us."

You smile at your knees. "No?"

"Nope," he confirms.

You infer something ridiculous; that it couldn't have worked because he seems to like you.

You pull up outside his house and find Robin waiting on the stoop.

"Where have you been? It's about two degrees from the ninth circle out here! I'm at risk of pneumonia."

"The ninth circle?" you ask Steve quietly, trudging down the driveway besides him.

"It's from that book, Dante's Inferno?" he tells you gently. "Slow your roll, Buckley! I was getting the goods."

Robin sees you, looks between you and Steve with wide eyes, and gifts you an uneasy smile, enigmatic in its awkwardness.

"Hi."

"Hi," you say back, wishing you'd worn a jacket.

"When you say goods, I trust you mean candy, right? Not just your- L/N," she finishes, cringing.

You don't know what she meant to say. Steve reaches between you in what you know is the first time he's ever touched you to squeeze your arm lightly before he pulls his keys from his pocket to unlock the door.

"Yeah, I got your candy. You're eating me out of house and home," he scolds.

Your ears are roaring so loud you almost miss her reply. "I'd need to eat more than a bowl of chips to do that, Steve. You live in a mansion, in case you forgot."

He scoffs. "Shut up."

The door opens. Steve dumps the bag of groceries swinging from the crook of his arm at the threshold to toe out of his shoes and jacket and you follow suit, embarrassed further by your mismatched ankle socks.

Robin gives you a look that says, get a load of this guy. "We're not all living it large. Some of us have, like, a wardrobe for a bedroom."

"Buckley."

She holds her hands up in surrender. "Just saying. I don't think your enabling of my sweet tooth is gonna put you out."

Steve gives you a look of his own as you follow Robin into the Harrington living room. He rolls his eyes good naturedly at her and you press your lips together to stop from laughing as he flicks on the lights and puts the tape in the TV. You stand awkwardly in the doorway as Robin throws herself down onto the sofa, a pint of melting ice cream in her hand.

"Steve, get the spoons?" she asks hopefully.

Steve sighs, a noise only the long-suffering can make.

"Hey," he says as he walks past, shoulder almost touching yours, the gap filled with a white hot electricity you're sure he must feel too. "Go sit down, make yourself comfortable."

You sit at the opposite end from Robin. She's already wriggling down onto her back, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in a practised routine.

She turns her head slowly, like she can feel your gaze, and scrambles to fill the silence.

"Steve really likes you, you know?" she says, then something goes dead behind her eyes. She mumbles to herself, then grimaces at you with two rows of perfect teeth. "He thinks you're cool. I think you're cool too, obviously, too cool for Steve."

"Steve is cool," you deny without any real heat.

"Are you kidding? Steve is the opposite of cool. He cries at the end of every movie, he keeps his Scoops uniform at the bottom of his closet. He wears a shower cap."

You shake your head at her. Those are the kind of things that make him cool.

She rolls her head forward and shrugs, slinking down even further with the ice cream balanced on her chest. The movie previews can't be far from over as Steve returns with two spoons, passing one to Robin and one to you.

"It's your loss," Robin says as Steve sits in the middle of the couch and passes you the second pint of ice cream. She says it softly, like she knows it's not a loss at all.

"Steve, what about-" you, you try to say.

"You have it. I don't like rocky road," he interrupts encouragingly.

You peek at Robin and she's shaking her head vehemently, as if to say, that's not true. When Steve turns to her she acts as if nothing happened.

The movie plays. Robin makes quick work of her ice cream, an entire bag of chips and upwards of three moon cakes. You're in awe, your attention captured by her rather than the film. Steve has slowly deflated next to you, his arm brushing yours, the fabric of his hoodie soft against your bare skin.

You flinch as the alien baby bursts from Kane's chest on screen, edging closer to Steve without meaning to. He pushes his shoulder into yours, chin dipping back. "Oh, gross," he says excitedly.

"How do they make the corn syrup blood look so real?" you ask quietly.

"They must dye it with something. The chunks of his chest, that's disgusting."

Robin agrees, evidently, because she throws a hand over her mouth and leaps to her feet. You and Steve hear the firm click of the bathroom door and the awful echo of her retching as she loses her snack feast.

"Fuck, I'll go check on her. Pause the movie?" he asks. You nod. He clasps your shoulder thankfully and leaves the room.

Steve returns a little while later. You're ramrod straight on the edge of his couch, hand on your shoulder trying to feel where he'd just touched you, though you quickly stop. He throws himself down next to you roughly, his thigh to your thigh and sinking down. You lean over him.

"What happened?"

"She ate too much and Kane's explosion messed her up. Gonna sleep it off upstairs."

"But she's okay?" you ask, concerned.

He raises a hand like he's going to touch your face but thinks better of it. It falls to his chest. "She's fine. Don't worry, I set her up with a bucket and Rocky Horror."

"You have a TV in your room?"

Steve chuckles. "That's what you got from all that?"

"Robin's right. You're loaded."

"I'm not loaded. My dad's pretty comfortable." He pouts just slightly. "You wanna finish the movie?"

"Yeah."

You pass him the remote and he dutifully unpauses. It plays for only a few minutes before you want to talk to him again.

"Would you kill the baby alien?" you ask.

"Definitely."

"It's a baby." .

He looks at you skeptically. "A baby that's gonna grow up. Trust me, it might look cute when it's not eating through your diaphragm, but that's what it wants you to think. Soon enough it'll be the size of a city rat and murdering your house pets."

"You sound like you have experience with this."

You think it's cute, how passionate he sounds, his enthused hypothetical. Steve ruffles his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, his watch strap tugging at soft strands. He hisses and you reach forward to untangle a piece of hair from the clasp, holding very still as you do, your fingers methodical. You flatten his hair, combing the mess back into place.

"Thanks," he says slowly, his eyes on your lips.

You lower your trembling hand. "Don't mention it."

The two of you turn resolutely to the TV. Your face burns, your chest burns worse, and you demean yourself for thinking that Steve might kiss you.

"Robin said-" you start.

"I was wondering-" Steve tries simultaneously.

"You go," you tell him.

He narrows his eyes.

"What did Robin tell you?" Steve asks. You bite your lips until he sighs, faux forlorn. "I was only wondering… I mean. This might be a bad time to ask, but I wanted to ask you out on a date."

"A date?" you repeat, looking for a response and coming up empty.

"Right, like. Dinner? Enzo's." Your eyes blow wide and he scrambles, "Or not! We can go anywhere. Fucking McDonald's, if you wanted."

"Robin said you liked me," you say, breathless.

"Yeah, well she's a snake," he says snarkily.

"You like me?" you ask. Maybe it's not tasteful to beg for a confession, but you need to know.

"I did just ask you on a date."

You sit back and Steve gets up from his slouching.

"You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met. You're adorable, and you have a killer taste in music."

You've forgotten how to speak. Steve takes this the wrong way, brown hair falling into his eyes, the light from the TV painting his skin a pale green, then blown white like a photograph with the exposure too high.

"I get it, if you don't want to. I work at Family Video, I flunked school. I couldn't get into community college, so I-" he presses his lips together, his tone light, "I'm a total loser," he says, "oh my god. And I'm still talking."

"Steve," you say, pressing your palm into his thigh to gather his attention. "You're not a loser."

"I'm not the supernatural," he says.

"I don't know. You could be a vampire," you tease. "And anyways, this mould you've built for Hawkins is insane. Loser, supernatural. Which one would I be?" you ask curiously, fingers flexing over his thigh.

He covers your hand with his. You both look down to watch as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, then wraps his fingers around yours.

"Supernatural," he says, too smug, you know he's about to say something corny. "There's something supernatural about those eyes, baby."

You laugh so hard it catches you off guard, choking on them. "What! Steve, how long have you been holding onto that one?"

"I just thought of it," he says.

"I can tell! That was awful, you really-"

"Can I kiss you?"

Your giggles fade. Your heart rockets in your chest. Steve's free hand finds your arm, teasing the hem of your sleeve, his eyes watching you carefully. They're so brown his pupils melt into the irises.

"Please?" he asks.

You nod without saying anything.

His long fingers push under your sleeve, spread out across your skin. He warms where he touches, squeezing the dough of your arm gently as he pulls you closer. His now familiar cologne hits you all at once and you're filled with a want to be closer, ducking in as he closes the gap between you and kisses you sweetly.

You steal your hand from under his to reach for him, hands smoothing over the hill and curve of his shoulders to meet behind his neck, brushing through his downy soft hair.

Steve covets your face, lips lifting away to realign and reignite a wave of firecrackers under your skin, firm as his lips part ever so slightly. He tastes like soda. It makes you giggle, a huff against his smiling lips.

He pulls away, the bottom of his palm touching your jaw but his fingers hovering over your skin, stroking the skin under your eye with the tip of his index finger so lightly it tickles.

Your eyes drift closed as he brushes against your eyelashes.

"You're really pretty," he murmurs.

He takes your face in both hands and kisses the well under your eye. You hold your breath, tummy churning with butterflies at the feeling of his warm lips on your delicate skin.

When he pulls away you're quick to take back your hands. He's less so, one big palm cupping your neck and the other rubbing a line down your arm until he finds your fingers, twining them together with his as he gives you what must be a cheek-aching smile.

"I think I'd like to go to Enzo's," you say shyly.

"Yeah?" he asks, leaning back in.

"Yeah," you say, your response quickly smothered by his lips.

You can feel his smile.

You were right about Steve being a vampire – you find out soon enough that he likes to bite. Your lips, gently, and your neck, less so.

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reotheworld · 1 year

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hold it right there! this is the cock block police!

❝ just think about us, the night is long ❞

➜ how they almost lose their virginity with you

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 100% | cw: nsfw, fingering, cunnilingus, breast play, handsy make out sessions, consent specified in each parts, mdni!

click this to read part 2

in the beginning of the relationship, shy touches of holding hands and kissing each other's cheeks were some of the display of affections you and isagi would share. of course, those slowly grew out to become long lasting hugs of comfort or sharing of warmth to tasting each other's mouths as the relationship progresses in the later months.

"keep the door open, yo chan!" his mother would always remind him whenever you'd drop by at their house, causing him to mumble incoherent words of annoyance, not having the chance to make a bold move on you.

"would you like to look at yoichi's baby pictures, y/n?" his father would ask, stirring your attention from him and into his printed pictures of when he was still a little ball of joy in the photo album his parents' treasures.

"you have such a cute butt!"

"y/n didn't needed to see that-"

but when one day comes and he's home alone with you, isagi doesn't hesitate to get you on top of him, hands on the cheeks of your butt, guiding your hips to grind on him, loving the sounds you emit from your lips.

it was through your consent that had you two now in this position, him hovering on your top between your legs, buttons of your uniform blouse undone, your face flushed from the make out session. when isagi felt a little bolder, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panty, ready to unpeel the clothing for you when-

"y/n! isagi! we bought watermelon bread and red tea from the convenient store!"

seeing you and his mother getting along so well made bachira's heart swell with happiness. the only two women he needed in his life are getting along, of course he has every right to be happy!

"when he was a little boy, he liked my oil in canvas portrait of the monster!"

"oh! may i see that portrait too, mother?"

in the relationship, bachira absolutely has nothing to hide from you. as early as getting together with him, what's his is yours too! and despite his playful personality, he always makes sure you're comfortable with him and in any place you two are at.

even when you've given him your consent and you're comfortable with giving him your first. hands experimenting each other's bodies, touching sensual points like ears and neck, kisses that leaves you two wanting for more.

just like an ice melting when the sun finally rises, the want to step the relationship further begins to unfold.

handsy make out sessions in the back of the school or inside his room when his mother is out, hand slipping inside your panty during movie night; two fingers entering your wet pussy and the lost focus on the movie (with the blanket concealing the hidden motive), shoving his hands inside your shirt to grope your breast while rubbing his hard on against your butt cheeks.

"huh? where are you going?" his mother asks as she catches sight of her son fixing his backpack in the living room. "i'm about to finish cooking dinner."

"i'm going to pick up y/n in the station. i wanted to see her too-" before he could even continue with what he needs to say, a pack of condom came out.

despite having two little sisters, baro doesn't think it's going to be a problem. and that's the problem!

"baro nii, we want to play with y/n!"

"baro nii, when is y/n going to come over?"

"yeah! she promised to play dolls with us!"

he loves his little sisters he really do, but sometimes, he wants to let them understand that he needs alone time with you. time wherein they don't monopolize you from him.

"i thought were going to watch this movie?"

"your sisters are so cute! playing tea time with them is so nice! i even met mr scruffy!"

"who's scruffy?"

but when the gods above has finally noticed how he's suffering, the day wherein it's just you two in his house finally came. and baro didn't wasted any time with the consent that you have bestowed upon him.

"ah! what if..." you huff between breathing, cheeks light pink in color while your boyfriend's situated between your legs, having them over his shoulders. "...what if...they get back?"

"fat chance, baby." baro replies, sliding his hands up to grope your breasts through your clothing, deepening his tongue inside your pussy.

"we're home!" the front door opens, followed by sounds of rushed footsteps.

"y/n is here!"

"y/n please play with us!"

immediately halting and pulling away from each other, the two of you have never dressed so quickly. embarrassed and baro groaning in frustration.

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yuutasprincess · 7 months

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Day 3: Ghost Face

Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, object insertion, I have never seen a single scream movie

“It’s like that bad horror movie- I’d survive. Trust me”

The phone feels warm against your palm, its battery fully charged but still plugged in. You watch as the device threatens to overheat before finally deciding to unplug it. “If this is real and a killer shows up I think I’d just book it out of here.” a friend's voice, coming through the phone, sounds muffled with anxiety, and her paranoia starts to rub off on you.

Just last week, the two of you had indulged in a cheesy horror movie marathon, featuring a masked killer on a rampage. The title of the film escapes you, but at this moment, it seems trivial. The aftermath of that movie night lingers as you both discuss the unsettling news that's been floating around. It’s been all over your feed, you can't even mindlessly scroll through twitter without seeing it.

The headlines on every channel this Monday morning are abuzz with reports of a serial killer on the loose. The crimes, however, have occurred nowhere near your neighborhood, and none of the victims' names strike you as familiar or foreboding. It's October, for crying out loud—this is the season for attention-seekers and thrill-seekers to emerge. It's just another typical October where the youthful excitement of Halloween slowly fades into the background, overshadowed by the routine of daily life.

You roll over onto your back, your gaze fixating on the open window. The dimly lit street outside is somewhat eerie, as if it’s watching you. “You’ll be fine they’re nowhere near us, and if they do come to kill us don’t even think about leaving without me.” Laughter bubbles through the phone's speaker, a shared exasperation at the absurdity of the notion. The chances of a killer managing to escape the police and make their way to you specifically seems astronomically low.

With a quick exchange of goodnight wishes, you both hang up, but before you finally drift off to sleep, you spend another hour texting back and forth about the timing of it all. Your eyes are burning, and you're already so comfortable in bed, making it almost unbearable to get up and close the window. Whatever, you always sleep with it open. Nothing has ever come in anyway.

Sleep comes easy, your back turned to the open window, and blankets drawn close to your chest. If you were awake now, you'd undoubtedly take back every nonchalant word you spoke earlier.

A masked figure slips through your open first-floor window. The absurdity of the situation strikes them instantly — seriously, an open window? It's almost laughable. For a moment, they merely stand there, their gloved hands gripping the handle of a grimy knife, as they observe the steady rise and fall of your form. They inch closer, continue to watch as you sleep. Pretty girls like you should sleep with their windows tightly shut and doors locked.

The stained edge of the knife glides smoothly across your blanket, tracing the contours of your form. It follows the gentle dip of your covered waist, ascends to your hip, and then descends along your thigh. The thick sheet keeps you warm, but a sudden cold draft seeps in as your head sinks further into your pillow. In one swift motion, they yank the blanket from your form, revealing your Halloween pajama pants and the school sweatshirt you're wearing. Beneath their mask, a sinister smile forms as they take in the sight.

Their fingers delicately trace down your knee, then continue along your shin, the knife now resting lightly at your thigh while their free hand squeezes your ankle. It's a touch just firm enough to elicit a subtle twitch from your foot— you’re a deep sleeper. With firm hands, they grasp your hips and deftly roll you onto your back. The knife spins idly at the waistband of your pajama pants before slipping beneath the fabric and tugging upward, causing it to tear. It's a satisfying, controlled rip, not enough to expose you entirely, but a reminder that they could easily slice those pajamas away if they chose to do so.

You stir slightly, your chin tilting upward, and your lips parting to release a breath. You make a feeble attempt to roll over again, but they swiftly move you back into place. The knife now rests flat on your stomach, their hands gripping your pants to pull at the small tear, causing the sound of ripping seams to fill the room. The tearing continues all the way down to your mound, panties on display as they pull at the newly discovered clothing.

Picking up the knife they hold the blade, rounded handle slipping between your thighs to press against your pussy. They move it up and back down slowly, tracing your labia through your panties until a damp spot can be seen in the dark. Pushing the knife against your entrance the fabric stretches, soaking further as they start to fuck you through your panties.

It’s slow movement at first, barely dipping into your cunt but enough so your underwear rubs your clit until it’s harsh forceful thrusting. Your thighs try to close, eyebrows furrowing as they pant above you, mask amplifying their heavy breathing as they watch your panties stretch against the handle of the knife and sink into your hungry pussy. Free hand moving up to clamp against your mouth when you start to wake.

“Not a word or I’ll shove the other side of my knife in this slutty cunt.” Their voice is raspy, a whisper in the night but so loud in your ear that it sends tremors through your body. You’re disoriented, mind hazy with sleep but rushing to wake up as there’s a burning between your thighs. You groan into his hand, eyes struggling to stay open as the rough material of your underwear scratches your clit with each deep shove of the knife.

Pulling the blade away from your cunt they spin it in their hand, sharp edge at your collar as they rip your shirt clean off you. With a hand still over your mouth they rip up your clothes, pajamas a mess on the floor and panties torn to shreds, “Fuck, look at you.” Forcing your thighs apart they lay the knife between them, “Keep those legs spread or you’ll cut yourself.” Their laugh is sinister, makes your teeth clench as tears gather at the corner of your eyes.

Gloved fingers skim your cunt, arousal sticking to the black fabric and they moan, loud. It feels disgustingly good, body betraying you as they force two fingers into your pussy and curl them up in a ‘come here’ motion. The dark eyes of the mask stare down at you, ghost face holding your gaze as they work another finger into you, forearm twisting so they can roll their thumb over your clit.

You writhe under them, knees trying to close and knife pricking your thigh as a reminder. Their fingers leave you too fast, orgasm ruined as they pick up the blade and line up the handle with your hole, “Let’s see how well this messy cunt can take my favorite knife.” Chuckling deeply they bully the handle into you, air knocked out of your lungs at the stretch. You’re babbling under his hand, tears slipping down the side of your face as you whine.

“If you’re good I’ll give you something bigger before killing you.” Their words make you choke back a cry, back arching as they destroy your insides with the handle of the knife, their hand wrapped around the actual blade as they pull out completely before sinking the whole thing back in. The noise makes your cringe, eyes rolling as you gush around a dirty knife that’s stained with blood.

Pulling their hand from your mouth they push their face to yours, mask obscuring your vision as they shove three fingers down your throat until you're gagging. “Don’t choke now, that mouth of yours has to clean my knife.” You gargle pathetically, eyes clamping shut as you cum around their blade, rough thrusts never ceasing until you're kicking at their hips and trying to slide your body up the bed away from them.

They pull the knife out slowly, your pussy aching at the sudden emptiness. “Lick it clean.” Pulling their fingers away from your tongue and bringing them down to your spent cunt they shove the knife into your gasping mouth. They rub your clit in tight circles while you suck desperately at the cum coated knife, “If you do a good job I might keep you around.” Laughing over your whines, their hands leave you, weapon tossed onto your nightstand as they grip under your knees. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you.”

That mask is all you see for the rest of the night through watery eyes, that Ghost face.

#I saw the latest one actually #BUT LIKE HALF OF IT #tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #ghost face x reader #ghost face smut #ghost face x y/n #kinktober

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sleepinthrumyalarms · 1 year

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— good little girl

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

request: anonymous

warnings: angsty with fluffy ending

summary: a small (lovers') quarrel between you and wednesday leaves you sour for the whole day, but you just can't stay away from her for too long

word count: 2.2k

A grunt came from Enid’s left where the blonde was sitting at her usual place in the back of the herbology class, and the werewolf turned to look at her desk neighbor, expecting to see Yoko with her usual morning person frown. There was a frown, but instead of her vampire friend it grazed the face of (Y/n). Her demon friend.

Her brows were furrowed, and, without sparing a single glance at the blonde, she took her books out, throwing her bag down at her feet before folding her hands on her chest with a huff. Enid could swear a small puff of smoke escaped the fuming oni’s nose.

“Good... morning?” The blonde girl tested with a nervous smile, leaning back in her seat to take a look around the class. Her gaze landed on the back of the head of a small ravenette sitting next to Xavier, her posture perfectly straight as she wrote something down in her textbook, completely ignoring the artist’s poor attempts at striking a conversation with her.

(Y/n) never sat with anyone but Wednesday. Ever.

“Mhm,” the demon hummed in reply, putting her elbow on the desk to support her chin by her clawed palm, “Better for some than others.”

“Did... something happen between you two?”

“We had a fight,” (Y/n) mumbled grumpily, her top lip rising over her tusks as she spoke with distaste and resentment, obviously angry.

“A fight? With Wednesday? How are you still alive and in one piece then, huh?” Enid joked, quickly ducking her head into her shoulders at the piercing glare the oni girl sent her way, “Okay, yeah, too soon,” she gulped, watching (Y/n) roll her eyes and turn her head away to stare at the board, then scooched closer to bump her shoulder against the other girl’s, “C’mon. No wrath – wallowing, remember? Talk to me. What was it about?”

There was grumpy reluctance on the (h/c) – haired demon’s face, but she knew better than to resist Enid’s best intentions, “She missed our movie night yesterday. Was out in the forest, as I later found out. Alone,” she growled under her breath, “I was worried. But she told me there was no need to be because she could ‘fend for herself’, and that I was being too overprotective. I keep telling her she doesn’t have to do shit alone, but her stubbornness has me losing sleep.”

Enid nodded, watching as (Y/n)’s downcast gaze shifted from irritation to dejection, “We should’ve talked it out, but I got very angry. I know I shouldn’t have, but I can’t control it,” she turned to Enid, voice suddenly quiet, “Am I too obsessive? Too violent?”

“No, dummy, you aren’t. You’ve got your own screws lose, as we all do, and you’re working on them,” the werewolf assured softly, looping her arm over (Y/n)’s free elbow to comfort the sad demon, “It’s okay to fight. It’s healthy. And, well, you know Wednesday – most social constructs are lost on her. It’ll be fine. You just need to cool off.”

The oni girl sighed, picking a pencil to twirl it with her clawed hand absent – mindedly, not in the mood to keep the conversation up anymore.

Enid was hoping the situation would get better a few classes in. But it didn’t.

The blonde sighed as she watched Wednesday take a sit next to her at lunch, silently placing her tray on the table. Taking a single glance over the small ravenette’s shoulder, Enid groaned – the oni demon was sitting a few tables away, head hung as she sulked over her meal, angrily picking at it with her fork.

“God, you two are still not over this?” The werewolf girl spoke through the chunk of steak she was chomping on, exasperated, turning to watch Wednesday cut her stuffed sweet potato and put a piece in her mouth, not saying a word, “Wednesday.”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full.” The girl deadpanned, her attention still fully focused on her food.

“I can’t believe it. You are, like, constantly inseparable! How can you let such a petty argument get in the way?” Enid exclaimed, swallowing the meat, “Wednesday. You love (Y/n). You can’t just keep ignoring her, it’s extremely childish.”

Wednesday’s back straightened at the accusation, “It’s what she herself chose to do, too.”

“(Y/n)’s a hot – headed dumbass. I bet she’s afraid she’d lash out at you again, too. You really need to talk. You balance each other out perfectly, there’s no way you won’t figure things out.”

Wednesday didn’t answer, making Enid’s shoulders sag, and the blonde turned back to her plate.

“Have you ever been smacked upside the head to unconsciousness, (Y/n)?” Enid asked, a fake tight – lipped smile on her face.

Narrowing her eyes, the demon looked the suspiciously cheery werewolf over, “...No?” She answered, uncertain of where such a question was coming from.

“Would you like me to be the first?”

(Y/n) shuddered, raising her palms in surrender, a water bottle in one of her hands, “Not really.”

“Then why the hell are the two of you still apart?” The blonde girl exclaimed, pointing at Wednesday who was sitting at the bench on the other side of the football field, gaze empty as she watched the rest of her fellow classmates run laps around the perimeter.

The oni’s eyes followed Enid’s hand, then she scoffed, unscrewing the cap and taking a few big, unnecessarily aggressive gulps of the liquid, some droplets trickling down her throat and wetting her jersey shirt, before tossing the bottle to the werewolf, “Because Addams never does anything wrong.”

“Stop being so salty,” Enid rolled her eyes, taking a sip and screwing the cap back on, “You know how Wednesday is. Better than anyone else, actually. And don’t think I can’t see you moping, I know you miss her.”

(Y/n) sighed, her gaze landing back on the small ravenette. She watched as the girl read, a pale hand turning the pages of the book in her lap, and a nauseating feeling of longing washed over the demon.

She did miss Wednesday. She missed her engrossed murderous rants, her critiquing comments and the small gentle displays of affection that were so seldom but oh so welcome: entwining her pinky with the oni’s, sitting closer to each other in class so their shoulders would subtly touch, dozing off with (Y/n)’s head on Wednesday’s lap during breaks.

But did Wednesday miss her? She couldn't really tell - there was the usual small frown on her dark lips, and (Y/n) could see her brows knit under her fringe, but nothing out of ordinary grazed the face of the black - haired girl.

The more (Y/n) stared at Wednesday, the more she realised how badly she wanted to be close to her.

The ravenette looked up suddenly, her grey eyes meeting the demon’s, and (Y/n) turned her head away.

“Think I’m gonna do some more extra laps.” The demon murmured lowly, raising her hands to tighten her ponytail before standing up from the bench, starting off and away from her annoyed werewolf friend.

But she knew she couldn’t run from the heaviness in her chest anymore.

It was late in the evening as (Y/n) walked up the stairs of Ophelia Hall, her steps echoing around the building – most of the Nevermore students were already resting in their rooms, providing silence and tranquility to the usually busy school. But the demon felt far from calm, anxiety pooling inside her heart like water in a boiling whistling kettle.

It wasn’t about resentment, anger or her precious fragile pride anymore – she needed to make up with Wednesday. Neither did she care who was in the right, or what the argument was even about. She missed the girl terribly.

She could only hope she won't be turned away.

Coming up to stand in front of the door, the demon took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the confrontation she was so desperately trying to avoid the whole day. Finally gathering up all her courage, she raised her fist – delivering three loud knocks to the wooden surface, the girl listened. But no sound came from the other side. Feeling bold, (Y/n) turned the handle, surprisingly finding the door open, and let herself in.

The lights in the room were dimly lit, the only lamp working being on Wednesday’s side, as the other resident of the dorm was absent. It smelt very pleasantly inside – an incense stick was burning on the ravenette’s desk, perched on a skull – shaped glass stand, letting the fragrance of sandalwood float around in thin trails of smoke.

The gloomy girl herself stood in front of her closet, sorting and putting clean clothes and laundry in neat piles. She was wearing a black oversized hoodie, big over her shoulders and covering the middle of her thighs, and her feet were clad in matching fuzzy socks. (Y/n) could feel her heart melt – the small ravenette looked so warm and cozy, the demon wanted nothing more than to embrace her tightly and never let go.

But it could wait. She needed to make things right first.

Wednesday didn’t turn at the sound of the creaking door, nor did she turn to acknowledge whoever came inside, fully dedicated to her aim of ignoring the (h/c) – haired oni. She knew it was her coming, of course – she learned the way her footsteps sounded in the halls, their heaviness, the pattern of her knocking. (Y/n)’s presence was unlike any other, too.

“Hey. The door was unlocked.”

Unsurprisingly, Wednesday didn’t reply, and (Y/n) sighed, but chose to keep talking.

“Look, about yesterday... I’m sorry. The way I acted was... not what you deserve. No matter the reason. I’m sorry I got angry. It’s something I’m working on.”

No reply came. The ravenette continued rummaging around her closet, completely ignoring the other girl.

The demon huffed, walking up to Wednesday whose back was still turned to her, and in a slow, slightly unsure movement, she snaked her arms around her waist. Wednesday gave a barely noticeable start, but ultimately didn’t resist, and the oni took it as a green light, locking her hands around the ravenette’s hoodie – clad middle and giving a gentle loving squeeze.

A small grin made its way onto the demon’s toothy mouth. Lightly clearing her throat, she leaned into Wednesday’s shoulder, bending over to settle her chin on top of it snuggly.

“Good little girl,” she started to sing in a voice barely above a whisper, her breath tickling Wednesday’s neck, “Always picking a fight with me. You know that I’m bad,” (Y/n) couldn’t stop a soft chuckle in-between the lyrics, “But you’re spending the night with me...”

Wednesday turned around in the oni’s hold, gently, without breaking it, her eyes trailing up to (Y/n)’s slitted ones as the demon girl’s voice gently drifted through the otherwise silent room.

“What do you want from my world? You’re a good little girl...”

Wednesday’s gaze was unreadable – she watched the other girl’s face silently, prompting her to continue.

“Don't you know I'm a villain? Every night I'm out killing, sending everyone running like children,” (Y/n) murmured with a tusked grin, making Wednesday roll her eyes, “I know why you're mad at me. I've got demon eyes, and they're looking right through your anatomy,” adoration glinted in the (e/c) cat – like irises, “Into your deepest fears, baby.”

The smaller girl moved her hands up (Y/n)'s shoulders, and the demon rested her own on Wednesday’s waist, pulling her closer.

“I'm not from here. I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear,” she leaned closer to Wednesday, pressing her forehead against the other girl’s as she murmured in a mockingly conspiratorial tone, “transparent. You got a thing for me, girl, it's apparent.”

The ravenette huffed a soft laugh through her nose, a small smile finally appearing on her face, the girl unable to resist the demon’s charm.

“You’re so corny.” She scolded half – heartedly.

The grin on (Y/n)’s face turned cocky, “You know you love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

The two young women swayed for a while, enjoying each other’s presence, finally content.

“I have to apologize, too. For... disregarding your concern for me and taking it for granted. I’m sorry.” Wednesday said, pulling away to look at her demon lover.

“I forgive you. I know I can’t expect you to suddenly get used to certain changes I brought into your life. That’s what I’m here for. To guide you. There are some things the great Wednesday Addams doesn’t understand completely yet, as super intelligent as she is.” The oni girl noted jokingly, making Wednesday purse her lips in a half – hearted frown.

“I can’t tell if this is bullying or you trying to make a compliment,” she said, her palms reaching up to (Y/n)’s face, thumbs tracing her cheekbones gently – she was surprised at how much she had missed the demon’s features, “Also, good little girl? Is that really how you see me?”

“No, ma’am, not at all,” (Y/n) shook her head with a quiet giggle, mischievousness shining in her slitted eyes, “Little, maybe, but– “

“Stop talking.”

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keysorsomething · 6 months

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The Shape

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Just a little fluff fic I wrote a couple days ago :) I compulsively check the Nikto tag so maybe I can make someone else who does that happy! And it mighttt have a pt. 2 in the works ! Also sorry if the format is weird I was never a tumblr girl

Cross-posted on Ao3

Nikto was hardly a man. Hardly a person. Hardly alive. He was just a shape. Just a thing. All he did was kill who he was told to. But, you didn’t think that. You didn’t believe that. He was a person to you. And you treated him as one.

You didn’t force anything. You didn’t push, pull, twist. You let him do what he wanted. He wasn't sure why. For as long as he could remember, where the memories of childhood - memories before him - become fuzzy, he was never treated like that. No one asked his opinion. Even if it was for something simple, like what was for dinner.

You were always so gentle with him. It was almost nauseating. With you, it was always “Aw, hey, Nikto! How are you?” or “What's the word for that in Russian?” He didn't understand it. You were not friends. He did not reciprocate your politeness. Maybe that was just normal where you're from. But, his current running theory was that you must have some form of brain damage. Perhaps you were dropped as a baby.

He stood in the doorway of the armory, head slowly leaning to the side as he studied you. His bright blue eyes broke through the dim lighting as if they were backlit by two LED bulbs in his skull.

You sigh. You really weren't in the mood for it at the moment. You've had a really sucky day and were just trying to clean your gun before you put it up for the night. His gaze burning through your skin as he studies you like a zoo animal is not what you need at the moment. But, you know him enough. You’ve learned a few things from your interactions with him. You know asking nicely, or even demanding won't do much for him in this state. He doesn't mean anything by it - at least you're pretty sure it's just harmless curiosity. Still, you just aren't in the headspace for it. So you have to shoo him off. And luckily, you know just how. You place your gun on the table, rising up.

He doesn't back away as you approach, instead turning his head more. Slowly, you reach out. He’ll snap out of it if you move to touch him. He'll jump back, then growl and stalk off. You're sure of it, that's how it is anytime anyone tries to touch him.

So when the tips of your fingers meet his chest plate, you're the one to flinch. His eyes look wider from under the mask, but he doesn't move or even open his mouth to speak. He simply blinks at you, one eye closing and then the other. Like a frog.

Okay, he's staying when you touch him. That is completely out of the ordinary. Maybe you could weird him out enough for him to leave you be..? You raise your eyes to meet his, and something about the way they shine down on you is… unusual. You can't tell if he's staring at you affectionately, or with the look of a girl in a horror movie that stumbled upon a dead body. Or perhaps both.

Still, you swallow down your confusion, any reservations you have, and shame. Slowly, while maintaining as intense eye contact as you can, you drag two fingers down his chest, like petting a stingray at an aquarium. Before you go lower than his peck, you pick your fingers up and place them back at the top - where his chestplate covers his neck.

He blinks again, looming over you, his shoulders are squared. He's clearly tense. He'll back away soon. You repeat the action several times over, becoming more confused and frustrated the more he doesn't back away. Eventually, his hand raises, and he places two of his fingers on the squishy part of your neck, where it meets your chest. Your breath hitches, fear creeping into the back of your mind that he was trying to kill you.

Slowly, and with a lot more pressure than you were doing on him, he drags his fingers down your chest. He was mimicking you. You tense up, watching as he drags his finger down your chest before circling back to start at the top of your neck again. His hand is almost suffocating, even if he’s only putting two fingers on your neck. And you’re sure he could put so much more weight into it. He could snap your neck, pin you to the wall and strangle you. He’d probably cock his head to the side as he did it. Like fucking Micheal Meyers.

You shiver, closing your eyes. But the violence never comes. He’s very gentle with you, as gentle as a man of his… caliber in his profession can be. He does take his other hand to yours, dragging your hand down and circling back up. He was trying to get you to do it again. You crack your eye open, meeting his piercing blue stare, like hot water down the back of your shirt.

Slowly, you start to move your hand again. You stand there for a moment, your fingers starting at the peak of his neck guard and sliding down his chest as he mimics you. You look at his eyes, as he looks at yours. It was a strange, somber moment between the two of you. You watch his shoulders fall, relaxing under your touch and gaze. He's breathing heavily, like someone hyperventilating after being jumped out at. Your own hands are shaking, still unsure if this is a vulnerable moment or a trap. And his hand is going to flatten against your neck. And then it was going to be lights out. You swallow thickly, but you don't move your eyes from his. His pupils keep dilating and constricting, which you're not too sure is healthy. You hope this doesn't kill him.

All at once, he pulls away. His hand from your neck, his neck from your hand. His eyes narrow at you. He holds his hand at his chest as if it were covered in some form of filth. He looks down at it like it betrayed him before his eyes turn back to you.

“Спасибо,” He growls out before his dark form melts into the shadows of KorTac base after dark. Once more just a shape, he stalks off, leaving you standing in the doorway of the armory, shock running through your body. His footsteps fade into nothing as he leaves you all alone, frozen in shock.

You just touched him. He just touched you. And then he thanked you? You stare off into the dark, now bare walls. They are an uncomforting grey. You look down at your own hand, turning it over in your sight. You... pet Nikto. On the chest. With two fingers. Like a stingray, in the pet pool at the fucking Aquarium of the Pacific.

…How do you even process the moment you just had? Would you ever have another one? Was that a one-time thing, or would he creep to you at night like this, for the most barebones form of touch like that? You close your fingers, rubbing them against each other, before you turned around, slipping back into the armory to put your gun up. Still in some odd trance, eyes distant and foggy as you focus on the various thoughts floating through your head. You don't know if you can call it a fantasy.

But, that doesn't mean the thoughts are unpleasant.

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Everything I wanted (Leila Ouahabi x Leon!reader)

A/N: Sequel to Cliche . Warning, it’s another long one. I hope you like it!

The two of you knew what you wanted and you wasn’t going to let anyone stand in the way of that but you knew as soon as you left that room things would get a little bit more complicated. Your team mates would have questions and then there was Mapi. You had the relationship you had waited years for but had it cost you your other relationship you’ve had since birth.

By now you knew most of your friends would be in your room, waiting for you to return but did they expect you to return with Leila. From the other side of the door the two of you could hear them planning your search & rescue.

“What about Mapi?” Leila asks just as you get the room key from your pocket.

“You’ll be fine. It’s me she has a problem with so I’ll deal with her” you explained.

“But that was before I was your girlfriend”

Your eyes widen at the title. It wasn’t that you hated it, you just hadn’t spoken about the two of you having an official relationship.

“Girlfriend?” the uncertainty in your voice was unsettling to say the least.

“Is that not what we are? I thought I made it clear what I wanted”

“I want you Leila”

“But you don’t want to be my girlfriend”

“I do” you lean forward and kiss her gently. There was no need for passion, the act itself was intimate enough.

The way you felt as you swiped the key card is foreign but when you open the door you see the reason why. Everybody’s eyes were on you and although you never talked about how you would tell the team about the development in your relationship you make the change crystal clear when you take Leila’s hand in yours.

“Where have you been?” Lola asks.

“My secret hiding place” you joked but nobody laughed. Maybe you should have told somebody you were still in the building.

When you meet Mapi’s eyes the tension in the room rises and it made everybody feel a little bit awkward. In their eyes your argument had reached its head but you both had so much you wanted to say to each other.

The situation between you and her brought out every emotion in Mapi and it was overwhelming. To you, it doesn’t come as a surprise when she walks past you and towards the door.

“Mapi” she turns to face you “’l’ll come speak to you soon ok?”

“I’ll be in my room”

Your friends stay in your room for a little bit when Lola decides to watch a movie. Just like you had in your apartment, Leila settles into your side. You were waiting for the teasing but it never came because your friends knew that although you watched the film with a smile, the way you felt on the inside would be the opposite and there were right. You wished you never said anything to Mapi because now you had to follow up on your word and you had no idea what you were going to say to her.

When Leila feels you shift to get up she takes her focus off the film. She knows where you’re going and she cannot help but feel bad for the part she played in the arguments you have had with your sister.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she stands up with you.

“No, I need to do this alone” you place a kiss to her temple.

Looks are exchanged between your team mates. They had never seen you so domestic but with Leila it looked like it came so naturally.

As you stood outside Mapi’s door you contemplated walking away and saving the conversation for another day but by now it was already long overdue. Throughout your entire life things had never gotten this bad between the two of you so you had no game plan, no way to know what is the right thing or wrong thing to say.

Mapi opened the door before you knock, almost like she sensed your presence from the other side of the threshold.

“I hate this” she admitted.

It brought you momentary peace knowing that you agreed on at least one thing.

“Are you dating?” The question was simple and you knew the answer but for some reason you hesitated. It was as if you didn’t want to speak in fear of saying the wrong thing so instead you nod your head.

A few days ago Mapi had planned on apologising to you but now she felt you were way past apologies. If only she knew the power the word sorry had and how badly you wanted, no needed, to hear it.

“You’ve never done this before” her words confuse you. Mapi knew that you had never been in a relationship so why was she bringing it up.

“I haven’t but I want to try with her. I really like her Mapi”

“No” Mapi shook her head and once again you feel the negative energy flood the room “you like having sex with Leila and you feel like the only to carry on doing that is to get into a relationship with her”

“That’s not true” you found it hard believing the words you were saying. Earlier on you had no doubt that this is what you wanted but your sister knew you better than you knew yourself so did she know this too.

“It is. Maybe you do want a relationship but you are using Leila as an experiment and I won’t allow it. Do you not see how much this is hurting me, to choose between my sister and my best friend.”

The rage that grows within you is incontrollable. How, after everything that has happened, did Mapi still think she had the right to dictate your love life.

“I did nothing wrong” this you were sure of “Maria I’m not here for you forgiveness and I sure as shit am not here for your permission”

Your voice remains at a reasonable level but inside you are screaming. You are determined not to let your emotions or your sister get the better of you so you leave without saying another word. As you walk down the corridor doubt begins creeping in. Mapi had planted seeds of doubt and it has you questioning whether you were doing the right thing or if you were being selfish.

The pace in which you walked back to you room gave you time to think about your relationship. It was barely 4 hours old and already you were questioning whether or not you made the right decision.

When you enter your room you expect to find Lola but instead you find Leila buried under the duvet scrolling on her phone. You had missed spending the night with her but you know you needed space from her whilst you made sense of the thoughts in your head. You mumble something about getting a quick shower all whilst avoiding eye contact with her but despite your greatest efforts, Leila learned how to see through whatever mask you choose to wear.

As the close to boiling water cleansed your skin you felt your shoulders relaxing and it brought you a brief moment of peace. You cleared your mind of all thoughts and it allowed you to go numb, it was a feeling that you knew would vanish the moment you re entered your bedroom.

"How did it go?" Leila pulls back the corner of the duvet letting you know she wanted you to join her in bed.

With Leila in your arms things felt right which made things that much harder. Why did you have to fall for her?

"I don't know if there's any coming back from this" your heart broke as you admitted the outcome of your conversation.

Again, doubt plagued your mind. Whilst you knew that Leila was special you didn't want to spend your relationship resenting her for the destruction of your bond with Mapi. The fear you felt was real because you knew what you wanted to do and the woman in your arms wouldn't like it and you would be proving your sister right. That been said you saw it as the only option, it was the right thing to do in order to fix your family.

"I love you Y/N but for the next couple minutes I want to pretend that I don't. Speak to me like you would have 6 months ago"

"I have to make a decision between two very important people in my life and no matter which I choose, I will lose. I have you" Leila playfully nudges your side "I mean this girl, she is amazing and has awoken this side of me than I never knew existed. I think I have a real shot of happiness with her"

You could write a list pages long, full of reasons why you wanted to be with Leila and each one gave you the urge to fight for and protect your relationship.

"Then there's Mapi who has been my best friend since the day we were born. She is my sister who, for some reason, sees me as this bad guy that has tainted her friend. In her mind I have already hurt you which if you ask me will happen because I am bound to mess this up at some point but a little faith wouldn't hurt. I am trying to be a good person but it's hard to do that when the person who knows you most in this the world makes you think it's impossible. I'm not asking her to trust me on this but she could at least give me a chance to prove that I am worth your love"

Leila didn't know what to say. Since the day she met the Leon's it was clear that the bond you had was unbreakable yet now it was broken, smashed into pieces, and she didn't know what to do to fix things. It is clear you are torn between her and Mapi but what was she suppose to say, leave me and chose her, no that wasn't going to happen.

"Y/N" Leila looks up but you don't move. It is only when she cups your face and forces you to look at her does she the pain that floods your eyes "you are saying you want her to see you as a good person but you don't believe that yourself but you know what, that's ok because I know it"

It's as if she knows her words aren't enough to persuade so you does the thing that will, she shows you just how much faith she has in you.

"It has been quite the day and I think we've done enough talking" Leila knew a guaranteed way to ease your mind and you wasn't going to stop her, in fact you had been craving her touch since the moment she walked in Los Rojas.

The weeks that followed were exciting and everyday you felt like you did something new. Everybody knew you and Leila were dating so there was no more hiding, you could hold her hand as you walked the streets of Barcelona and take her out on a date which has become one of your favourite things.

Mapi still wasn't talking to you which hurt but there wasn't anything you could do about it. She had made her mind up and you knew better than to fight her on it, the Leon's were known for their stubbornness. Everybody saw the divide between you yet for some reason it didn't affect the team. From what they saw, Mapi was speaking to Leila and Leila was speaking to you so the tension wasn't thick unless you two were in a room together which didn't happen unless it was necessary.

Your mood was great when you were with Leila or your friends but they saw the way you were when you thought nobody was looking. Your look would linger on your sister hoping and praying that she will give you a sign which means you will be ok but it never comes.

Leila tries her hardest to be there for you but the hole left by your sister was too big to fill and with every day that passes she saw the light in your eyes dimmer.

Your birthday got brought up at training and given that you were twins, Mapi's got brought up too. Every year you spent it together no matter what is going on or where you are in the world but Mapi made it clear this year would be different.

"Me and Ingrid are going to Mallorca for a couple of days"

She said it so nonchalantly you wondered if she realised her words felt like knives getting plunged into your heart.

"But we spend every birthday together Maria" It was the first time you had spoken properly since the national time camp.

"I'm going to spend it with my girlfriend. You should do the same, that's if you are still serious about her" Even months later she still questioned your relationship and the level of commitment you were giving Leila.

"Technically I have spent every birthday with Leila for the last 7 years only this she year won't be there as my friend"

"Well I won't be there. Like I said, I have plans" Mapi's voice held no emotion and whilst you think it's because she doesn't care, the truth is it's because once she lets herself feel one emotion then she will feel them all and she isn't ready for that.

"Ok. I hope you have a nice birthday" it was difficult to walk away from her but that's all you seemed to be doing recently.

Alexia follows you out to the training pitch whereas the rest of the girls stay in the canteen. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"Do you know what you're doing to her? What you not talking to her is doing? She thinks I don't notice but she isn't sleeping, she hasn't slept through the night since I don't know when. You are her best friend, you broke her heart and no matter how hard I try, only you can put it back together again"

"She slept with you, my best friend and now you're dating even though she doesn't know how to do relationships"

"What if I break up with her?" Leila stands so that she is looking down at your sister.

This catches not just Mapi but the whole room off guard. If one thing has been made clear over the past few weeks its that both of you truly care about each other yet here Leila stands ready to sacrifice her relationship so that you can get the one with your sister back.

"Leila" Patri pulls her arm.

"No. You don't see it or maybe you do but your sister is broken. I like to think I make her happy, no, I know I make her happy. She likes me, loves me, wants me but she needs you so if the only way to make her whole is to let her go then i'll do it"

Leila leaves the room speechless by the extremes she was willing to go to in order to fix Mapi and your's relationship.

You on the other had shot ball after ball into the back of the net. You had no strategy in mind other than to get rid of yourself of the pain Mapi had caused yet again.

"You're losing your power" Alexia teased in attempt to lighten the mood.

"You wasn't saying then when I put three past Atletico at the weekend"

Alexia kicks the ball away from you feet, it was her way of saying extra training is over and you didn't argue with her.

"I did nothing wrong Ale but i'm still getting punished" You sit down. The training session, gym workout and the extra shooting practice is enough to make your legs feel like lead.

Alexia felt your pain. She's would consider herself one of your best friends but she refrained from taking sides on this due to the role she played with in the team but if you were to ask her she would say she's on your side.

"Are you happy with Leila?" Alexia asks even though your actions have already given her the answer.

"I love her Alexia. At first I wasn't sure but i've found it, the thing that everyone talks about and it's her. I have tried to talk myself out of being with her so many times—“

"Don't do that"

"I'm not. I spoke with Leila about how i'm feeling and she told me to trust her decision to be with me so that's what I'm doing"

It was weird hearing you say you've talked about your feelings when for years you kept them bottled up. Alexia was proud and she wished Mapi took the time to see this side of you, the one that is the complete opposite of who you were a year ago.

"I told Leila that I didn't know if there was any coming back from this. Now I know there isn't and I think it's time I move on. Who knows, maybe in a few months or a year she will be ready for us to be sisters again"

"And Leila is worth it?"

"She is. Speaking of Leila I really should go, I’m cooking tonight"

You spent two hours slaving over the stove making the perfect pasta with spicy tomato sauce. It may not have been much but you enjoyed it and you knew Leila did too. It also gave you chance to think, maybe spending your birthday apart from your sister wasn't the worse thing in the world. In fact you planned on doing something similar to her but instead of Mallorca you had your sights set on Ibiza.

When you hear a knock at the door you have an extra pep in your step as you go to answer it. You are so caught up in the night that was only just beginning and the possibility of spending a few days just you and Leila that you don't see the look of devastation on her face. Leila tried to find the right moment to bring it up but it never came. You wouldn't stop talking over dinner and it seemed cruel to do it when you held her tightly in your arms. You had provided her a safe space and she was about to wreck it with a bulldozer.

"I can't wait. You, me, sun, sea, sand and se—“

"I think we should break up"

"What, no, why would we do that?"

Leila lifts her weight off of you and puts as much space between you and her as possible. Tears fall down her face but she makes no effort to wipe them away, she knows it will a waste of time as other will fall in their place.

"I told you I would hurt you" you are adamant that it is your fault, why wouldn't it be, Leila was perfect.

It killed Leila to know you blamed yourself for this when you did nothing wrong. You treated her like a princess, loved her like she was the only woman in the world and made her happier than ever before.

"It's for the best" Leila couldn't tell you the real reason why because then it will ruin any chance of reconciliation you and Mapi have.

"No it's not. I love you Leila and I know that I may not have been the best girlfriend but I am trying my best here just give me a chance, please" you beg for a second chance.

In her eyes Leila was doing the right thing but seeing you so open and vulnerable, it makes her want to take everything back, tell you she made mistake and hold you until both you and her stop crying.

"I wish I could be with you"

"You can be with me Leila"

"I can't bec—“

"Because what!" you didn't mean to raise your voice but you had started to panic. You didn't want to lose Leila and you would do anything to save your relationship.

"Because you need her"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“Who?”

“Mapi”

“I don't understand what I did wrong. If she chose you and you're choosing her, who chooses me?"

"I'm sorry Y/N" Leila kisses your cheek before walking towards your door.

"Don't leave me"

If Leila were to turn around she would see a shell of a woman that greeted her a few hours ago. You wondered if she realised she was making your nightmare, the one that kept you for up for night after night, a reality.

The next day at training something was wrong and the whole team could tell. Leila kept her distance from you and you barely talked the entire session. You didn't stick around afterwards as the team got a coffee and you declined an invite to go out for tea later in the evening. The following morning the team has been called in to go over some game film. You arrived late and the redness of your eyes were unmistakeable, you had been crying. Mapi grew concerned rather quickly and it didn't take long to figure out the cause of your pain.

“You need to talk to her. Something is wrong” Mapi whispers to Alexia.

It fuelled the captain with annoyance. Mapi was being so stubborn and it caused her to distance herself from you even though she obviously still scared.

“You know what is wrong. I hate to say it but this is your fault. She turned up at my apartment two nights ago in tears because Leila broke up with her”

Mapi truly thought Leila was being dramatic and that she was trying to prove a point. Never did she think the defender would go through with it.

“What am I suppose to do?” Mapi asks.

“I don’t know Mapi. I think you need to apologise and hope that she is in a forgiving mood”

Your sister knew that she had messed up but in her eyes she was doing to the right thing. She had never seen you in a relationship before and she hated that the first person you took that step with is a team mate and her best friend.

The game footage played in the background but your focus was elsewhere. You couldn’t believe Leila had called things off for the sake of your sister and you knew you had every right to be mad at her but you wasn’t, you just wanted your girl back.

When Leila did look at you it only lasted a few seconds, she mouthed I’m sorry then turned her to attention to anything or anyone that wasn’t you. When the first session is over you are the first one to leave. You hated been able to see her, even touch her if you wanted to, yet you couldn’t and it was torture. You take a few seconds to yourself in the hallway as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Whats wrong?” You stoped pacing for only a second when you heard your sister’s voice.

“Nothing. Go away”

You knew that out of everyone Mapi was the one person you couldn’t hide from. It didn’t matter if you were talking or not. In that moment you just wanted a hug from your sister and for her to tell you everything will be ok. If you stopped for a moment to let yourself feel then you wouldn’t be able to control your emotions and the training ground wasn’t the right place for another breakdown.

“You pace back and forth when you’re thinking and circles when something is wrong. So talk to me?” Mapi stood in front of you, forcing you to stop and look at her although part of her regrets it. As she looks into your eyes she see’s the pain and suffering. It causes guilt to grow in her gut because she knows that even though she didn’t ask for Leila to break up with you, she was the reason it happened.

“Now you want to talk after you’ve ruined everything. You once told me that you can’t wait for me to experience what you have with Ingrid. Well guess what maps, I found it and then it got taken away because instead of being happy for me you were hellbent on making me miserable. So no I won’t talk to you. You ruined the best thing to happen to me”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen”

“What did you expect? You made Leila feel like she was to blame for us not talking when that’s all on you. I tried to be a good person, to be the person Leila deserves and for what? I lost her Mapi”

Your sister saw, for the first time, just how wrong she had been. You didn’t see Leila as a temporary fix or a trial run at what you thought was happiness. You truly cared for her and there Mapi stands, the reason for your heartbreak.

“Y/N”

“I can’t do this with you Mapi. I miss you so much but I need space”

“Ok. I’ll go back in and tell them you need ten minutes?”

It was the first time in long while where you felt your sister on your side.

“5” you correct her.

For the next few days you remained comfortably numb. It was a worrying sight for those around you as it wasn’t just your sadness you hid, you refused to show any emotion whatsoever. Alexia suggested that you take a few days to get your head straight but you refused and given your performance in training, Jona didn’t back the captain on her suggestion. With the El Classico only a few days away he needed you on the pitch and even though he was worried about you, he hoped you carry over whatever you are feeling into the game because he knows there’s nothing worse than when you’re pissed off, it made you untouchable.

So when game day came you stayed to yourself. You put your headphones on when you left the hotel and they didn’t come off until the warms up. It was a different mood to what you normally felt but it was a welcomed feeling.

“Y/N” you feel someone remove your headphones and you expect to see Alexia standing in front of you.

“Leila” you couldn’t control the smile on your face. She hadn’t uttered a word to you since that night in your apartment.

“Don’t do anything stupid out there”

You stood up so you are at her level. You glance down at her lips, it was an automatic reflex whenever you were this close to her.

“When have I ever done something stupid?”

“I can name a few but now that I think about it most of them include me” Jenni shouts from across the locker room. You laugh slightly but stop when you realise most of the team are watching you and Leila. It made you feel awkward but given the past couple of days you couldn’t really blame them.

“Y/N. I mean it, no hulking out on the pitch”

“No code green, got it”

Mapi watched the interaction in awe. You had been miserable for days yet a 30 second conversation with Leila had you smiling and joking. It made her think if her pride had stopped her from seeing this all long.

“You see it now don’t you?” Alexia question made it sound like everyone knew that the connection you and Leila shared was real, well everyone but Mapi. She simple nods in response.

“It took you long enough” Alexia pats her on the back when she finished getting ready.

Within the first 15 minutes of the game it was like Real Madrid had one mission and it was to rile you up. Every time you had the ball they fouled you and when you played it to Jenni they did the same to her. It caused your already short fuse to trip and you knew it was only a matter of time before you retaliate. Much to your surprise you last almost the entire first half before getting your payback. You foul Sofia Svava which results in you getting a yellow card. Misa who was the closest to you comes to argue with the ref but it’s pointless you got your card, no way was it a red, but that didn’t stop her from trying to get a rise out of you.

It seems like both teams have been told to be on their best behaviour when the second half starts or at least much friendlier. No cards are given out for 30 minutes but it’s as if everyone was waiting for what was to happen next. Caro makes a run down the right hand side and sends a ball into the box. It goes over yours and Jenni’s head which you thought was strange but you turn around just in time to see Caro’s target get taken down to the floor after Misa makes a high clearance which should never have happen.

Leila laid on the on the grass holding her head. You were blinded by rage and you only had you eyes on one person. Misa could have serious hurt Leila, she still might have and you needed the goalkeeper to know that she wasn’t go to get away with it. You barge your way through the white shirts, pushing and shoving them aside like they were nothing. Misa knows she has done wrong because she starts taking steps back but it doesn’t stop you. You shove her one, twice, three times and your hand gets higher with every push, the fourth one sends her to the floor. Her mistake is that she gets up because if gives the chance to do it all over again.

“Mapi! Get Y/N!” Alexia shouts from Leila’s side.

Mapi comes running over but she isn’t strong enough to hold you back. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you unstoppable but Mapi doesn’t give up. Just before she is sent to the floor Misa pushes you back. It gave your team mates the chance to stop you but Misa doesn’t realise what she had done until it’s too late.

“You don’t touch her ever again” Mapi shoves Misa back and with one shove she is on the floor. Mapi’s protectiveness is finally used in the right way, to protect you.

You know that going after Misa is no longer an option so you go to Leila’s side but you can tell she is out of it. The sight fills you with a sense of fear you have never felt before, there was nothing to do to help her so you stood beside her hoping that your presence helps in whichever way it could.

“Y/L/Ns” the referee shouts you and Mapi over and you know what is coming.

She hold a yellow card out to Mapi, then points it at you followed a red. In your eyes it was worth it, nobody touches the woman you love and gets away with it. You accept the cards then go back to Leila but once again the referee shouts of your and says that you have to leave the pitch. That wasn’t going to happen. The medics are still looking at Leila and you didn’t plan on leaving her side until you knew she was ok. In the end Irene and Sandra escort you off the pitch much to your annoyance.

Once in the locker room you truly let out your frustrations. If you can grab it then it is thrown against the wall, boots, bottles, shirts, nothing was safe. You punch the wall in blind range and instantly regret it but the release of anger was needed. You were angry at Misa, the Madrid player and the referee but most of all you were worried. You sink into your locker clutching your chest when your breathing becomes staggered. It wasn’t an unknown feeling, not recently, but it’s a lot more intense than the other times it’s happen. Your hands start shaking and tears start flowing.

“Y/N look at me” your sisters voice bring you very little comfort but it does help.

“I can’t breathe. Leila”

“They’re taking her to the hospital” Mapi meant to reassure you but it only made things worse “take a deep breathe and let me look at your hand. Jesus, I thought you were out of your punching walls phase”

“I couldn’t help it. They hurt her Mapi, they hurt Leila and I couldn’t do anything to help her” as ridiculous as it sounds, Mapi has never heard you so concerned for anyone.

“You really do love her” it took Leila been injured and you almost taking on the entire Real Madrid team for her to see what you had been trying to tell her all this time.

“I do”

“Then let’s go see your girl”

“They won’t let me see her. We aren’t family, she isn’t even my girlfriend anymore”

“Leave that to me” you and mapi are less than a meter away from the door when she stops you “we need to sort your hand out”

“We are going to a hospital. They will do a much better job than us two” you remind your sister.

“that’s a good point”

The hospital was like a maze and between you and Mapi, it was like the blind leading the blind. You had no idea where Leila was, the main reception was no help as they couldn't legally tell you anything. You looked at the department board and narrowed down a few options where she could be. After the first two departments refused to give you any information you realised the best plan was to act like you knew where she was. You roamed the halls of the hospital on the verge of giving up that is until Mapi took things into her own hands.

"Hola!" Mapi had her charming voice on and you dreaded what was was to come next "We're looking for Ouahabi, Leila Ouahabi"

"She isn't James Bond" you roll your eyes at Mapi's dramatics.

Mapi waves you away as she turns her attention back to the nurse.

"You can help us, can't you?" Mapi asks only for the nurse to say unless you are family then there's nothing she can do.

"Listen to me. This here is my sister Y/N" you wave awkwardly "she is madly in love with the girl we are trying to find. They were dating but Leila broke up Y/N because she thought it would help me forgive this one but truth is I was scared that she wouldn't forgive me because I have been a terrible big sister and it cost my little sister the best thing to ever happen to her"

"7 minutes, just saying" you practically say to yourself.

"I'm sure your sister does love her but I cannot tell you anything, it's the law" the nurse apologies more to you then Mapi.

"What if they are married? What if I were to tell you that she is Leila Ouahabi's wife then will you tell us where she is"

"But you just told me they broke up"

You pull Mapi away making sure to thank the nurse for her troubles.

"Leave it mapi, we'll go back to the hotel and wait to hear from her"

"No!" Mapi marches over to the nurse's station but you don't have the energy to go after her.

"Where the hell have you been?" Patri all but runs to where you are. Clearly Mapi's raised voice worked, just not in the way she planned "Why aren't you answering your phone"

You had never been so happy to see your team mate. She ushered you both towards a room at the end of the corridor. Leila laid on the bed as she answered the doctor’s questions the best she could. Mapi enters first but you stay in the doorway and watch her for a few seconds. You definitely weren't seeing each other anymore but were you still friends? Did the small interaction in the locker mean you could enter her room?

Your sister talks to the team medics who leave and then pulls patri out of the room too.

"What are you doing?" you pull her arm back "She's your best friend, you can stay too"

"She is but she's your girlfriend or at least she should be" Mapi pats you on the shoulder as she walks past you.

You look back and forth between Leila and Mapi until the latter is no longer in the room. Then all your focus is on your ex. You could just make out the lump that is forming on her head but what you didn't expect to see was a small cut. You couldn't believe you didn't see it before.

"You were bleeding? How did I not notice?" Your head tilts slightly as you inspect her further.

"From what i've been told you were busy" Leila chuckles slightly but it didn't change your expression, which had worry written all over it.

"Misa deserved worse" you growled.

You knew violence was never the answer and that a punishment was sure to come but you didn't care, not when it came to Leila.

"You punched someone" she points towards your hand.

"Yes. Well no, it was a wall" you hid you hand so Leila couldn't see it.

"You shouldn't have gone after her Y/N. You could have got in trouble."

"What did you expect me to do? What part of you thinks I would stand to the side whilst my girl— whilst you get taken out. There was nothing legal about that tackle, the referee had been in Madrid's favour all game, I had no choice"

"I'm fine"

"You're in the hospital Leila, nothing about that is fine"

You couldn't believe Leila was downplaying the seriousness of what happened. You try to take a deep breathe trying not to let your emotions start making decisions, not that they hadn't already. In all the time she knew you, Leila had never seen you this angry. She didn't know what to do or say to you. Truth is she was fine and she would get discharged first thing in the morning but you didn't want to hear that.

"You hulked out. What happened to no code green?"She needed to change the heaviness of the conversation but her attempt at doing so seemed to have the opposite.

"You think this is funny" you raise your voice slightly "Why does nobody take me seriously!"

"Y/N that's not—“

"No! First my sister didn't take our relationship seriously. You clearly didn't because you broke up with me like it was nothing. I thought I was doing the right thing today. I will always protect the people I love and I will not apologise for that"

The tension in the room thickened. Your break up hadn't been discussed up until now and even so it probably wasn't the best time. You were overwhelmed and it's as if every emotion that you have ignored over the past few days have come back and attacked you. It was too much, a huge part of you wanted to leave so that Leila didn't see your weakness but you didn't want to leave her alone. Instead of leaving, you put as much distance between the two of you and refused to look her way, meanwhile Leila couldn't look at anything but you.

"It was a mistake"

Your head snaps in her direction. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Those 4 words had the power to break whatever was left of your heart.

"Our relationship wasn't a mistake. How could you say that?"

"Not our relationship. Me breaking up with you"

"Then why do it? You told me that nobody would get in the way of what we want but that's exactly what you let happen"

It was hard to explain and Leila knew you wouldn't see if from her point of view no matter how hard she tried. You had the right outlook, you loved her and that's all that mattered but it was the love she had for you that made her break up with you despite what it cost her.

"Because I saw that you missed your sister and I didn't want you to look back and hate me for getting the way"

"I could never hate you Leila. Trust me I have tried but the anger that I feel towards you fails in comparison to the love I have for you"

You thought you were been sweet with your words but by Leila's reaction you must have said something wrong. Her bottom lip begins to tremble as tears brim her eyes but it is only when tears fall do you go to her. Sitting on the edge of her bed you use your thumbs you wipe the tears that have already fallen, preparing to the same if new ones fall.

"Did I say something wrong?" Leila shakes her head "then why are you crying?"

"I ruined us"

You agreed with was she was saying but it sounded permanent, like your relationship was beyond fixable. It wasn't though, you knew this and Leila needed to know it too. What you had with Leila was rare and when she broke up with you she didn't give you a chance to fight for her, that wouldn't happen this time.

"We're not ruined Leila. I never wanted this to happen. I was very happy spending my nights with you—“

"Sure you were" a small chuckle escapes her lips.

"Not like that, well kind of like that but in other ways too. I loved the side you brought out in me, for the first time in a very long while I felt true happiness and I'm not ready to give up on us. Are you?"

The silence is deafening and you can't tell if Leila is trying to talk herself into it or if she is overthinking what happens if you do give things another try. It is only when Leila looks towards the door do her thoughts become clear.

“Please don’t think about her”

“I can’t not think about her Y/N”

Little did you know that Mapi & Patri had been eavesdropping on the conversation from the other side of the door and when she’s hears you talking about her, Mapi makes her presence know.

“Y/n’s right Leila” Mapi pops her head through the door “don’t think about me. I got in the way once and it cost me both on you. I promise you it won’t happen again”

You never needed your sister’s blessing but knowing you have it makes things a lot easier. You only hoped she would keep her word or at least give you and Leila a chance to show her what you have isn’t a fling. Ultimately Leila had all the power, you told her you wanted her and Mapi made her promise, now it was up to her.

The smirk that tugs at her lips gives you all you need to know and you couldn’t be happier. You didn’t care that your sister was in the room, you kiss Leila. It is short and sweet but just as you pull away Leila leans forward making it clear that she wasn’t done.

“Not in front of me please” Mapi uses her hand to cover her face.

“Then leave because I’m not done kissing my girlfriend” Leila didn’t have to tell her twice. She might have been on board with your relationship but she wasn’t going to stick around to see her little sister make out with her best friend.

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In which (Y/n) punishes Floyd with the silent treatment for squeezing Grim a little bit too hard.

Floyd won't let that sit with him.

Request by anon.

"Shrimpy, say something! I'm giving up on you..."

Floyd was quick on his feet, keeping up your impossible pace without even breaking a sweat, a feat probably attributed to his extremely long legs. While this chase was just another afternoon stroll to him, you were beginning to tire, your lungs constricting painfully and your feet aching.

You were left no other choice than to slow down and watch helplessly as he caught up to you, his hand eventually landing on your shoulder and squeezing it tightly. "Hey, where are you going? We aren't done yet!" he cried out, his voice going up and down in a childish way. You would have found it adorable if it weren't for the anger inside of you.

Even when his grip on your shoulder tightened to the point where you couldn't walk on anymore, you squeezed your eyes shut and continued anyway. That made the whiplash you experienced when he actively pulled you back to face him worse.

"Shrimpy? Shrimpy!" Floyd called out and furrowed his eyebrows at you. His eyes were as bright and innocent as that of a puppy, and you would have probably fallen for it if it weren't for the way you awkwardly averted your gaze. "I don't get why you don't wanna talk to me... You're missing out on so much fun! There's this one really funny story I wanted to tell you." His voice grew quiet, now genuinely disheartened.

A little sigh escaped his lips and his smile slipped off his face when you freed yourself from his grip in a moment of weakness.

You quickened your pace, basically sprinting down the hallway. Behind you, his nimble foot steps echoed through the corridor and reached your ears. The whole scenario felt like a horror movie to you, and you hated every single second of it.

Sadly for you, he caught up easily again.

This time, he grabbed your upper arm and whirled you around to push you against the row of lockers on the wall. The world became wonky as you tried to stop the way your vision spun wildly.

"Come on~!" he cried out and put one hand beside your head to lean on it. "You're even quieter than those rocks at the bottom of the ocean..." His eyes furrowed in concern, he brought his face closer to yours, as if it check for something wrong. Again, you avoided his gaze as if it burnt you. An exasperated sigh escaped his pursed lips. "Fine, I'll just squeeze a sound out of you, if that's what you want..."

Without a warning, he grabbed you by your waist and heaved you over his shoulder. It was as if you weighed nothing more than a feather with how effortlessly he carried you away. Even your fists banging against his back wouldn't make him stop.

"Let me down!" you yelled once you couldn't hold it in anymore.

A satisfied grin appeared on his face when your frenzied voice reached his ears. "Hah, got you to talk again..." he cooed teasingly while placing you to the floor again, laughing as if nothing had ever happened.

However, his laughter soon stopped when he noticed the serious scowl on your face.

"Don't you understand that I'm angry with you?"

"Wait..." He tilted his head to the side. "What are you angry for?"

His question caused you to grow even angrier, and it all reached its climax when you screamed, "For almost killing Grim yesterday!" Your chest rising up and down unevenly, your hands were clenched into tight fists.

Unaffected by your sudden outbreak, Floyd looked at you in confusion. "But I squeeze people all the time, I know how to do it in a non-lethal way!" he exclaimed, still not getting your point. "I am a certified expert, one might say."

You narrowed your eyes at him, and it was the first time today that you looked him straight in the eyes. "I don't joke around when someone hurts my friends..." As if all energy had left your body, your shoulders sank forward and you gaze drifted to the floor. "Look, Floyd. You're really funny, and I like hanging out with you... but it just doesn't sit right with me that you almost killed Grim. Maybe we just need some time apart."

"No! I can change. I'll be a completely different eel tomorrow!"

"You're lying."

At your remark, he broke out into unstoppable laughter, even going as far as wiping a tear from his left eye. "Of course I am merely jesting... Hehe, you saw right through me, you smart Shrimpy!" His smile grew smaller when he noticed that you weren't laughing along. Then, much to your surprise, his eyes became serious. "But... I guess I could squeeze your friends a little bit less if you want me to... Your friends are too squishy to have fun with, anyway."

You raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "You, Floyd Leech, are ready to compromise?"

"Hey, I'm not a barbarian," he exclaimed, offended, "I'll have you know!"

After having looked him up and down a dozen of times, you crossed your arms and shot him a sceptical look. "Well, how do I know you say the truth," you muttered under your breath.

He shrugged. "If you want me to, I'll swear on Jade."

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at his answer. The reaction he got from you caused him to snicker to himself, satisfied and amused at the same time. Realising that he was laughing at your open mouth, you rolled your eyes and merely whispered, "...you're a peculiar eel, Floyd..." But, you couldn't suppress a smile from forming.

That was when he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I know, and that's why you like me, Shrimpy!"

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damn-stark · 6 months

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Chapter 13 It’s over isn’t it?

Chapter 13 of Sugar

A/N- I messed up the timeline dates, but it’s all fixed now so if you see some different dates it’s because of that, sorry.

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!!, Death, violence and mentions of blood, spoilers, mentions of abuse, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, (future) Choso x fem!reader

Takes place during- Jjk 0 movie

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*21 YEARS AGO*

“Mother, where’s Satoru?”

You were brought to a part of your own house you didn’t know, a place where all you felt was some lurking evil hiding past the huge stone door.

“He’s gone but he’ll be back after you do this,” she mutters nonchalantly.

You look up at her to try and look at her face for some comfort, even if she hardly gave you any, but she peers back at your father instead, letting you look down the hall for your older brother even though you know he wouldn’t just appear out of the blue. He’s been gone since you woke up, and every time you ask where he is you get some brief answer.

“What am I going to do?” You ask and look at the stone doors again. The same lurking evil grows intensely to the point you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise, and goosebumps grow on your skin as a bad feeling knots your stomach. “Mother, I don’t like this. Where’s Satoru?”

Your mother's grip tightens around your hand and the stone door finally begins to open. You try to hide behind her as you feel the cold air unfurl over you and see the eerie darkness past the door, but your father then grabs your arm and snatches you away from her.

“Mother,” you call out with fear as your father pulls you inside the dark room.

“If you want to see your brother,” your father interjects in a cold voice. “You will exorcize this curse. Do you understand?”

Curse?

You try to pull back at the sound of that terrifying word, but he pulls back harder and quickens his pace down the stairs.

“No, Father,” you plead with a shaky voice.

“Enough crying, you’re a sorcerer, not some weak monkey,” he sneers and pushes you forward when he reaches the end of the stairs. “You will exorcize this curse or you will die. Do you want to die?” He snaps at you.

Tears crawl down your cheeks and your heart pounds faster. “Where’s Satoru?” You ask for the only person who comforts you. The only person who’d listen. “I don’t want to be here. Where’s Satoru?!” You cry out.

“He won’t save you!” Your father yells back before he turns around and begins to walk away, letting the curse he spoke of begin to chitter in the far corner of the room.

“No, father,” you call out fearfully and turn to run after him. When you reach his side you grab his long sleeve and he turns to face you, he grabs your hand, but he yanks it off and shoves you down the stairs, causing you to fall on the stone ground.

“Father!” You cry out and quickly drag yourself to your knees to desperately reach out for him. However, that man is cold, he doesn't look back, and he doesn’t say anything until he reaches the stone door.

“Kill that curse and prove your worth, daughter, if not you’ll never see your beloved brother again.”

He walks out the door and when it closes all you see is darkness. That’s all there is, a void of darkness and that chittering sound growing louder now that the light that casted inside is gone.

You try not to move, you keep yourself from crying any further hoping that the curse keeping you company would somehow ignore you. However, no matter how still you stay, no matter how quiet you try to be, you can hear claws clicking on the ground as it approaches. And that makes your heart pound so fast that it hurts your chest. You even begin to heave and cry more without trying to as you try to comfort yourself with the thought of your brother and the hope that he'll be here.

He’ll save you and kill that curse that you hear lurking closer. He promised after all.

“…I’m your big brother, I will always protect you.”

You ball yourself up and close your eyes while you cover your ears to wait for Satoru.

You wait and wait, but the curse gets closer, to the point you feel it breathing behind you. You continue to try and not move, but then you hear it open its jaw so an instinct to run away kicks in and you spring up to try and run up the stairs.

However, the curse is fast this time and crawls over to you as it chitters louder in the darkness. The moment you climb on the second stair it wraps its claws around your ankles and drags you down, making you cry out at the top of your lungs.

The curse then turns you around and you see its four yellow eyes piercing into you before you bellow out as you feel a sharp claw make a gash over your torso.

“Mother!” You cry out of desperation. “Satoru!”

Yet to no avail, so you try to kick the curse, but it pulls you off the ground and dangles you over its jaw. You cry out louder and try to swing any limb you can, but nothing hits, you can only feel yourself get closer to its smelly mouth. You can feel your short life coming to an end, so a memory of your brother appears in your mind. A happy one where you're playing outside together, where you see him smiling and hear him laughing.

You try to comfort yourself with that past memory, but it’s because of that memory that you feel a sense of desperation and inspiration hit you, causing your heart to skip a beat, and your fear to slowly turn to a desire to fight back.

Thus, you throw your hands out and aim your palms down at its mouth you feel yourself getting close to. The elemental cursed technique is something you barely started to train with, it’s hard to summon and use, but you tap in the fire technique deep inside yourself and manage to create large fireballs over your palms.

The curse lowers you past its teeth so you quickly shoot the fire out into its throat, causing it to shriek out and hurl you away. The impact against the cold stone hurts your entire body and makes the wound on your torso feel like you got slashed again. Albeit, you don’t give up, you get on your knees and summon the air you feel in the room to you, and make your hands glow red-orange as you summon fire to bask your hands this time. And when you see the piercing yellow eyes closer than before, you mix the air and fire and shoot them out like a wild wave.

The curse goes flying back and before it can hit the wall, the curse explodes and leaves you isolated.

The adrenaline that was just running in your body vanishes and tears run down your cheeks while sharp throbbing pain overwhelms you. You try to cry out for help, but all you can do is cry and hope for your big brother to come back soon.

——

*NOW*

“Y/N,” your brother says for the second time, but this time he says it with more disbelief as he notices how different the color of your eyes are.

The comfort he felt when he would meet your gaze every time before is gone as your iris’s gleam the same color as the flames you manipulate, instead of the color they were ten years ago and since the moment you were born. He felt like he was looking at a stranger.

Yet he still hoped that he could still find his home when he looked into your eyes like he would before, even if they are different.

“My, how different are your eyes, little sis,” Satoru interjects. “Contacts?”

You turn around completely and meet his familiar bright blue eyes with a pointed glare. “No,” you mutter. “These are my eyes…they changed after I fully came into realization of my cursed technique. No thanks to you.”

Satoru scoffs and puts his hands in his pocket. “Well you did leave,” he says, making you curl your lips to a scowl as you further narrow your glare.

“After you left me,” you snap at him and curl your hands into tight fists as your anger boils inside you, and an ache punctures your heart. “You left me there in that house…do you know what they did to me?” You ask as your eyes fill with tears of anger and frustration.

“You probably have a clue though, of how…they starved me for five days to weaken my mind. They only gave me enough water to survive.” You scoff with fake amusement, and Satoru blinks as his lips fall to a frown. He knew your parents would give you a hard time about Suguru, he knew they would try to turn you against him, but they were your parents too so he never actually imagined them doing what you’re telling him.

“And when I refused to obey our cousin's demands screwing in my head,” you sneer and try to hold back from crying as you recall those five torturous days. “They’d beat me. They hurt me to turn me against Suguru, all because YOU! Left me!” You yell at him and take a step towards him. “So why?” You ask.

And that’s when he sees it again. As your anger falters and tears slip out of your eyes, he sees that girl he grew up with, the girl he basically raised. Even if your eyes are orange-red, he still saw you as you pleaded so vulnerably for an answer you could only imagine over and over again for ten years.

“Why did you leave me?” You press

Satoru steps forward and his own eyes gleam brighter as tears cloud them. Yet he knew that no matter what he told you, how deeply he touched his heart to be sincere, that answer wouldn’t satisfy you. So he chooses not to answer. “Tell me, even if I didn’t leave, if I had taken you with me that day, would you still have left with him?”

You sniffle and fill yourself with rage once again as he responds with a question. “I don’t know,” you grumble and grab the bag to tighten the strap around your arm. “And now we’ll never know, will we?”

Satoru shakes his head stiffly. “No,” he says. “We won’t.”

You let out a deep breath and shift a leg back whilst you roll your wrist to open your hand and point your palm at the ground to get ready to fight him. “I’m leaving with these whether you like it or not,” you mutter.

Satoru takes one more step forward and sighs. “I thought you’d say that, so I’ll tell you. Leave those things there and leave y/n, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You scoff. “Ten years too late for that,” you counter and begin to tap into the dirt and the trees that lie outside the door behind your brother. “So it seems, dear brother, you’ll have to kill me if you want them back.”

Satoru pulls his hands out of his pocket and a small amused smirk tugs on his lips. “But it won’t be fair, and I don’t want you crying when you lose. You are a crybaby.”

You glare at him and snap at him. “Is this some joke to you? This is not some game, Satoru! And I’m not weak, I’m a lot stronger now.”

Satoru nods. “I know that,” he says.

“I won’t stop,” you say as you have vines crawl inside to creep toward Satoru’s legs since you know there’s a high chance his infinity is off right now. “Believe it or not,” you continue and step forward. “I’m looking out for you too, so you won’t have to risk your life anymore, so you can have a life outside of this job. You deserve that,” you say honestly. “So,” you snarl. “Dear brother, I’ll tell you this. Let’s give it all we got.”

Satoru’s smirk deepens and he fists his hands. You bend your legs to get in a fighting stance, and he mirrors you. Yet before either of you can charge at the other, the vines wrap around his ankles, proving your theory right, and you proceed to yank him out of the room.

When you get outside you quickly pick up a wave of dirt, and summon air to mix with it before you stomp your foot and throw your hands out to shoot out the wave of dirt towards him.

Satoru tries to dodge it like he would before, but the air helps the dirt wave travel faster, so it hits him and hurls him outside where you’ll have the advantage. He notices that and quickly lunges at you to push you back inside, but you quickly shift your body and do a swift cartwheel to move out of the way. When you’re back on your feet, you don’t hesitate to tap into the earth beneath your feet and lift 3 large chunks of rocks and dirt.

You then proceed to slowly move the three chunks of dirt around you, and Satoru uses this to his advantage to try and lunge at you. However, you throw a fist out and hurl a chunk at him.

Satoru of course swerves, and he dodges the second one you throw at him, just like the third. When he’s close to you, you pick up the first chunk of dirt that was left behind him and raise it off the ground. Satoru throws his fist, but you throw your head back and swiftly swing to the side. When Satoru notices he didn’t hit anything, he turns his head and parts his lips with surprise. He's about to say something, but you flick your wrist and throw him the large chunk of dirt and rock.

This time the chunk hits Satoru and hurls him back. You don’t wait to see if the rock landed on him, you try to leave since you know your opponent is stronger. But you then hear a blast, and as you glance over you see the chunk of dirt and rock exploding in little pieces, and your brother standing on his feet as he begins to chuckle.

“I’ve got to say,” he interjects. “I’m impressed!” He shouts and throws his arms out. “Ten years ago you couldn’t lift a pebble without breaking a sweat.” He snickers and wipes dirt off his cheek. “So I guess I’m going to stop playing now. Unless you want to give those curses back.”

You stiffly shake your head and before you know it your brother is over you in the blink of an eye.

You gasp and rapidly wrap your arm with flames, but he throws a left hook over your face that makes you falter, which hurts so much harder than ever before. It feels like being hit by something hard and sharp.

However, even if it breaks your nose and other bones on your face, you still try to throw a right hook, but he captures your arm and begins to squeeze it to the point you can feel pain as your bones break. And you can't say you didn't expect this much because you did, but it still catches you off guard how much harder he’s fighting against you.

Nevertheless, you manage to throw your hand out and wrap it around his throat since he still has his infinity off. You then gather wind below your feet and use it to throw you both up into the sky. And it's only once you’re mid-air, in between the clouds and over the school that Satoru lets go, letting you quickly heal your broken bones.

Satoru then tries to grab ahold of you again, but you gather air in between your hands and blast him further up. You proceed to counter and push the air down to your feet and flip around whilst you lash your brother down past you with the wind.

You continue to take advantage of the air all around you and keep striking air at him that hits him like blades. You don’t let him gain the upper hand and shift down to blast air out from your feet. However, just as it hits him it bounces off him. He’s using infinity now.

You grimace but don’t give up, you lean your body down and reach out for him as gravity pulls you back down. Satoru pushes himself and when he reaches you he grabs your throat and swings you around so you’re under him as you’re both falling back to the ground.

“Stop!” He bellows.

You throw your hand out and manage to hit his face and try to push him back, but his grip is tight and he keeps you in his grip. Thus you move your hand up and grab his hair to yank his big head to the side.

“Tsk!” He grimaces and tilts his head to bite down on your hand.

“Ew!” You bellow and shoot him a glare. “Did you just bite me?! Psycho!”

Satoru lets you go and snickers, making you knee him in the crotch. He doesn’t let go, so you knee him harder and he finally lets you go. “How many times have I told you!” He sneers. “Don’t hit me there!”

You try to turn in mid-air to try and gain the upper hand, but as you glance down you see you’re approaching the ground, so you just protect yourself with your cursed energy and crash into the ground hard.

You don't even try to recuperate afterward you try to get off the ground, but no matter how much energy you still have, you both hit the ground hard and linger on the ground to try and catch your breaths. Once you have some grasp of yourself you flip around and get on your knees to try and push yourself up, but then a hand wraps around your ankle. You don’t need to even look back to know it’s your brother.

“Leave them,” he grumbles.

You kick your foot back and hit his face. “No. They're not decorative pieces for this school to use!” You snap back and travel your fire to your foot.

“And what are you two gonna use them for?” He rebuttals. “To win your senseless war? You’ll use them too.”

“No,” you grimace and kick him again, but that doesn't affect him; he drags himself up and grabs the bag to yank back.

“They’ll have a choice,” you let him know and tug back. “They all will, but why do you care anyway?

“Because they’re curses!” He argues. “Aren’t those the same things you want to get rid of?!”

“Half curses,” you counter between gritted teeth. “They’re human too. And…no,” you deadpan and finally blast fire out of your foot, causing Satoru to snap his head away before the force hurls him back.

You quickly get back up, but he finds his footing, so you proceed to summon more fire to your hands and don’t hesitate to throw it at him over and over again. None hit him because of his infinity, but you continue to overwhelm him. And when he begins to get close you throw both of your hands out and cry out as you blast hot and bright flames out of your palms.

Of course, the flames bounce off his infinity, but you continue to push and blind his six eyes with your flames that bounce off his technique.

Satoru pushes back to try and get close to you, so you bend your knees and add more fuel to your fire, making it hard for him to walk as some flames begin to penetrate through his infinity. Which is why just as you see him begin to sweat by the heat of the flames, and just before he can try anything, you pass some cursed energy down to the earth. You then raise a pillar of dirt and rock from the ground that sends him flying back to the sky.

You don’t hesitate and use the wind to boot yourself above him in the air, and then gather wind around your foot to use against him.

However, just as you flip to throw a lash at him, he manages to grab your ankle and quickly flips you around to throw you back at the ground. And since you fail to land on your feet, he lands over you and grabs your shirt to pull you up, and begins to throw punches on your face. You try to block him, but he doesn’t falter, he throws jab after jab even as your nose bleeds and as he cuts your lip.

It’s not until you can’t handle the pain that you cry out with slight fear and disbelief. “Satoru!”

Your brother immediately stops with his fist in midair and blinks with disbelief as if he’s now realizing what he’s doing.

You meet his gaze with that same fear written all over your face and with your eyes clouded with tears, and he can’t help but see a flicker of home again. Even as different as your eyes are, he sees it, home, and his beloved little sister. But he also sees that pleading look in your eyes he saw when he left, that he saw only mere moments ago. And he can’t bring himself to bring his fist down again.

Yet you’re different, you’re fighting for something bigger. Plus you’ve been taught not to hesitate, when to pick to give into your emotions, and when to not. Even if you see that same brother you still so deeply love, even if you can feel like that gap in your heart is complete at his presence, there’s still much anger, too much disappointment, and your love doesn’t outmatch that. Thus you wrap your fist with air and use your technique when you punch his throat, and knock all the air out of his lungs.

This time, unlike last time, the power behind your punch and technique is harder so he goes hurdling back and actually skids through the ground until his back hits a tree.

“I never wanted this,” you yell out as you pick yourself up and use RCT to heal what he had broken. “But you got us here! The day you left!” You add and walk to him.

Satoru tries to get up, but you stomp your foot and lift a small pillar of dirt to use it to kick it at him. Albeit he lifts his arm and blocks it, but still some stray pebbles shoot past his face and cut his cheek.

“Now I’m fighting for something bigger than myself,” you continue, making him scoff and roll his eyes—“I fight for my family, for our dream. And for people like you. I hope you understand that,” you mutter and interlace your fingers together. “Domain—”

However, before you can finish the sound of an explosion nearby cuts you off. When you snap your head over to see what it can be—or who it could’ve come from, you see a tall bright purple mushroom-like explosion grow over every building here before a wave of dust and heat rolls out. You manage to drift the debris away with the wind you can manipulate, and once the soft and calm wind from before once again unfurls over your flesh you lower your arm and feel a terrible, gut-wrenching feeling.

Suguru is powerful, but nothing he has can ever make such a big of an impact…

No…no.

“Suguru,” you whisper shakily and feel your legs begin to tremble as that terrible feeling travels all over your body, diminishing your strength to the point you can’t stand.

It can’t be, you were supposed to win. You were supposed to meet up later by that pond. You’re supposed to go home together, you’re supposed to celebrate eleven years of being together, and you’re supposed to go on vacation with your family. It can’t be true, he couldn’t have gotten hurt. None of the logical thoughts your mind is shouting is true, none of the agonizing signs your heart is passing is right. It’s not Suguru.

“Y/N,” Satoru mutters near you now.

You glance at him with your eyes full of tears as the truth creeps in like sour bile. “Just go,” you mutter and drop your eyes on the ground to try and argue against what you just saw, to try and make anything up that counters what you know deep inside. After all, you knew Suguru, you knew the curses he has, and nothing he holds can make such a powerful explosion, you’re after curses that make that impact, so deep inside you know the truth. But you don’t accept it. You can’t.

“Y/N,” Satoru calls out again since he knows the truth too.

“Just go!” You cry out even if deep inside you don’t want him to leave. Not again. Can he sense that? He hesitates for a moment. You hoped he wouldn’t leave.

But he listens and his shadow casted over you vanishes as he walks away. Now you’re alone again, left to think, left to collect yourself.

You just need to breathe. You can’t face the truth of what lies ahead.

He’s Suguru…he’s everything. He’s all you’ve known for the past ten years. He’s all you had, you didn’t let go of each other and built a world for yourselves. You don’t want to let go of your hope, you can’t let go of your world because that’s what he is, your entire world.

“Please,” you plead at the ground. “Please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose again.”

Please, please, please. It can’t be true. It isn’t true. You keep repeating that to yourself as you curl yourself into a ball on the cold ground. You keep pushing the truth away because if you didn't face it it wouldn't happen, right?

You can’t move, you can’t make yourself move until the air actually feels bitter against your skin and you realize that you have to move. That…you need to see him.

However, when you head over to where he might be, you hold onto blind hope that what you know isn’t true. It’s blinding for a moment, but when you find him with your brother. When you see him on the ground with his dark hair down, with blood over his torso, and with his clothes torn and part of his body missing, the world you live in comes crashing down and you know, there’s no escaping it.

“Suguru,” you whisper even though both men had seen you approaching.

He nevertheless drops his head and all you see is a frown on his face as his bangs cover his eyes. You want to cry, you want to scream and hold yourself with your ears covered. But you just let out a shaky breath and go on your knees beside him with a comforting demeanor. Even if your throat is tearing with how badly you want to cry.

“Hey, Sugar,” you whisper.

A small smile tugs on his lips but he continues to avert his gaze. “You know, I always liked when you called me that.”

You grin and nod softly. “I know,” you whisper. “I know you did…can you look at me?”

Suguru sighs and slowly lifts his face, letting you see that he can’t open one eye and that his other eye is gleaming with tears. And the moment he meets your gaze those tears crawl down his face.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters hoarsely. “I'm sorry I couldn't give you the world.”

Your grin falls to a smile as you slowly reach over to cup his cheek. “It’s okay,” you assure him. “You were always enough for me. You gave me all I could have asked for; a good life, a good home, and a perfect family. So you did what you promised. You did.”

Suguru lets go of his shoulder and reaches over to hold your hand. “I love you,” he says softly and holds your gaze with a soft and loving look. “More than anything.”

Your bottom lip trembles and your throat burns more as you keep holding yourself back to comfort him in his last moments.

“You know that right? I love you, y/n.”

You nod. “I do now,” you whisper. “Suguru,” you whimper.

“It’s okay,” he says and reaches over to cup your cheek. “You’ll be okay. You’ll move on from this. You’ll be happy, you’ll find someone else, someone worthy of you, and you’ll have the life you want. And I’ll look out for you every step of the way. Okay?”

Tears roll down and he quickly wipes them away. “Oh my, firefly,” he mumbles and pulls you in to steal a lingering kiss before he presses his forehead against yours. “Be happy okay?”

You want to tell him that it’s impossible without him, that you need him with you to be happy, but you can’t have this last moment be spent arguing, so you just nod and that makes him smile.

“I love you,” you tell him against his lips. “I love you…and I’m happy we met, that we got together. I’m happy I held onto you. I love you Suguru Geto.”

Suguru grins and more tears roll off his cheeks. And it’s now as you both have tears rolling down your faces, and you’re telling each other how much you love each other. It’s in these last moments that Satoru finally sees it, what he never saw in that year you were together during school. He sees the love you share, he sees how deep it is, how genuine it truly is, and he regrets not being happy for the both of you before.

“Can,” Suguru whispers as his eye clouds with more tears. “Can I talk to her one last time?”

The need to sob comes up like throw up, but you don’t let those tears fall, you instead nod and pull your phone out. When you call Belinda, the phone only rings once before there’s an answer.

“Mommy?!” Satori greets excitedly on speakerphone. “Are you coming home?”

You swallow back and shake your head. “Ah, no not yet. Look, your daddy wants to talk to you, okay?”

You push the phone towards Suguru and he smiles softly. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets.

“Daddy!” She shouts excitedly as if she hadn’t just seen him a couple of hours ago. “Daddy, I know where I want to go.”

Suguru chuckles. “Do you? Tell me,” he probes.

“Well,” she says. “The beach so we can go to the arcade and get big stuffies, and then get ice cream. And then we can go to the festival.”

“Festival?” He asks.

“Yeah, you know the big wheel,” she mumbles as she gets lost in thought.

Suguru grins. “The amusement park,” he corrects her.

“Oh…hm, yeah, that.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “That sounds good, it’ll be fun…Look, I love you, you know?”

You pull back and have to turn away to avoid sobbing into the phone, and that’s when you catch the curious gaze of your brother. It’s only now as he listens in that he knows that you have a child. In Suguru’s last moments.

“I love you too Daddy,” Satori redirects clueless to the fact that this was the last time she’d get to tell him.

“I love you so much,” he says one last time. “You be good to your mom and your sisters, yeah?”

“Hm, okay?” She says with confusion. “Daddy when are you coming home? It’s almost bedtime.”

Suguru stays quiet for a moment and when you look back at him more tears are streaming down his face. “Your mom will be there soon, and so will Nanako and Mimiko,” he averts her question. “You can ask them to read you a story, okay? I don’t think I’ll make it, my little love. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Satori groans, making Suguru laugh.

“I forgive you,” she whispers. “Will you read me one tomorrow?”

Another moment of silence passes before he nods. “I’ll try,” he says as he can’t bring himself to say no or the truth. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”

“Goodnight Daddy,” she says back before she quickly hangs up the phone.

When the phone goes black Suguru hands it back to you and you put it away before you brush his bangs back and assure him. “We’ll be okay. I’ll take care of us.”

Suguru nods softly before slips his hand off yours and balls his hand into a fist. You watch him with confusion, but he quickly grabs your hand again. Only this time he places the balled-up worm curse that had crawled up to him eleven years ago, and that you both have looked out for ever since then.

“This,” you say and chuckle softly. “This is great. I’ll take care of it,” you assure him.

“He’ll come in handy,” Suguru says.

You hum and since the worm curse makes itself small right now you put him in your pocket. And after he’s away you hold Suguru’s cheek one more time and caress it as you look into his soft dark eye. “I love you, Sugar,” you whisper against his lips

“I love you too,” he redirects softly as he holds your gaze longingly before you lean in and steal one last kiss from his soft and warm lips. He holds your cheek and kisses you back softly.

You don’t want to let go, maybe this way you’ll always live in this moment. And yeah, he’s in pain but at least he’s alive. So you want to stay in the moment he’s alive.

But when you pull back a hand falls on your shoulder and interrupts you.

“Y/N,” you hear your brother whisper.

You shake your head. “No…just a bit longer,” you whisper shakily.

Suguru caresses your cheek. “It’s okay, y/n,” he assures you. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Just go home, okay?”

“But. Suguru—”

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

You had talked about letting go when it came to a moment like this. You knew there was no way around it, but being in the moment now is harder to walk away from. You want to stay, you want to fight, but you know you can’t, you have to let go, that’s the truth, so you pull away and stand up to hide behind the wall and let Satoru walk to Suguru.

Finally, you let yourself cry, but you cover your mouth to silence your sob and listen in to the moment Satoru pierces a blade into the chest of the man you love. Because there was no escaping this reality, he couldn’t leave with you after what happened. Your brother wouldn’t have let it happen, so you have to listen in to confirm that he’s really gone.

Once silence falls and you know Suguru’s heart isn't beating anymore you push yourself away from the wall and walk away.

Nevertheless, your brother calls out for you again. “Y/N.”

You stop in your tracks and think he might say something about what happened.

“The curses,” he says instead and disappoints you.

You scoff and pull the bag off your shoulders. You can fight him and at least see this plan through since Suguru couldn’t get Rika, but you have no willpower to keep fighting your brother. You won't win regardless, it’s why you didn’t fight him to take Suguru—that and there was no way he could’ve lived through his wounds, they were too extensive, so you turn and storm over to shove the bag with the Death Painting Wombs, in his hands.

Neither of you anything after that so you walk away with tears streaming down your cheeks. Instead of leaving the school though, you find yourself by the pond in the school. You just can't go home yet, you can’t go home in your state, so you fall on the ground and let yourself cry for the man you loved.

There’s a chance the higher-ups might come after you behind Satoru’s back if they know you’re lingering behind, but you can’t leave the way you are. You can’t even see clearly or at all with how much you’re crying, you can’t breathe, you can’t stand, and it genuinely feels like the world you know is gone. It doesn’t exist, you’ve been sucked into a cold abyss.

You know you should be strong, you have daughters, they’ll need you, and Satori is only five and will barely understand why she won’t ever see her dad again, she’ll need you most of all. But what are you supposed to do without him? How can you keep a shattered heart beating?

Before you could’ve been comforted by the fact that you had your brother, he was the goodness of this world, even when you were apart, but after this? He probably hates you, so you have nothing now.

And you want so hard for your daughters to be something to keep you afloat, you want them to be a light in the void, but right now they’re not enough because it feels like you’ve failed them by not returning home with Suguru. You’ve failed them because you lost again…

But why? Why do you have to lose someone else again? Why do you have to hurt in the worst way possible? You know you’ve done bad things, but do they really require losing your heart? Your world?

You just want to go back to the world you knew only a few days ago. You were all together and happy. You want to go back to when you were in high school, when Haibara was still alive when anything was possible, and when you were all just stupid teenagers. You don’t want to go home to an empty bed. You don’t want to tell your family, and you don’t want to tell Satori.

Why? Why did you have to lose him?

“Why?” You cry out over and over again in frustration, agony, and sorrow until your voice is raspy and it feels like you want to throw up with how hard you’re crying.

And you part your lips to try and throw up, but more tears well in your eyes and your body begins to tremble as a stronger wave of grief hits you. It takes you under and there's no escaping the pressure that keeps pressing you down, that hurts not only your lungs but your entire body, almost like you’re being stabbed by thousands of hot blades.

You try to cry out and relieve yourself of some of that ache, but nothing comes out. You fall limp and just lay on the ground numbly even as the winter wind pinches your skin.

Who knows how long you stay on the ground, you don’t snap back to reality until your phone rings. And when you answer you don’t even know who’s on the other end, you just answer hoarsely. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Nanako's voice sounds, making you blink repeatedly in disbelief before you sit up and sigh with relief.

“Nanako,” you whisper and feel…hope at the sound of her voice and the knowledge that Mimiko was with her.

You were blind to it before in your grief, but you know deep inside that Nanako, Mimiko, and Satori are still your hope. It’s all still dark, you’re still drowning in the void, but they’re hope.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“Where are you?” She redirects sassily. “We left Shinjuku, we all did. We’re almost home.”

You should go home too. You should tell them at home…but you can’t figure out what to tell Satori, you can’t bring yourself to say it yet. So no, you can’t go home yet.

“I’m still out,” you tell Nanako. “Are you and your sister okay? Is everyone else okay?”

“Yes, we’re all fine,” she says. “Are you? Is Geto?”

You let out a shaky sigh, and stand up to walk to the tree that has the initials of Suguru and you carved on it. Instead of crying, you smile softly, but that doesn’t last long whatsoever because you need to tell the twins that the man who took them in and raised them as his own won’t be coming home ever again. You have to.

“Nanako, is Mimiko next to you?” You ask as you press your forehead against the bark.

Nanako hesitates for a moment as she detects the sadness in your tone. “Yeah…she’s here.”

You nod. “Put me on speaker,” you suggest.

“Okay, you’re on.”

You swallow back thickly before you slowly interject with the harsh truth. “It’s about Suguru…”

——

*LATER*

It’s almost midnight, when is he getting home? Is he coming home? It’d be weird if your brother didn’t come home and you stayed in his apartment for the night. Then again you can’t go home right now.

You said that hours ago, but nothing has changed. There's still nothing you can say to your daughter that will make her father's death sound any easier. Then again…you just say that because you can’t wrap your mind around it yet.

Which is why you’re in your brother's apartment for the night even if he might hate you. Even after your fight, because you need to think and calm down so you can seem strong to Satori, Mimiko, and Nanako. They need you to be strong.

There was also nowhere else to go. You could go to Nanami’s house, but you’ll feel the need to explain why you did what you did, and you can’t do that right now. You could go to a hotel, but you don’t want to be alone. So you came to your brother's place.

Plus, you also hoped that you could finally have Satori and Satoru meet too. Now that Suguru is gone…you need to have a plan just in case something happens to you. And well, he overhead you and Suguru talking to her so you can’t avoid it anymore.

However, he’s still not home and you’re bored.

Thus you grab your hot bowl of ramen and begin to wander around his fancy and expensive apartment. It’s surprisingly clean considering he wasn’t the most organized person as a teenager. And everything in his house is shockingly pretty. He has good taste. And his music selection is amazing; Destiny's Child, Mariah Carey, Boyz II Men, and so many other great artists. You have to put on your favorite and continue to look around, hoping you won’t run into anything gross.

Nevertheless, when you’re snooping around you come across a magazine rack and freeze when you see that all the magazines he has are old and new issues with you in it, and ones with covers you’ve been on. There’s a couple that are of those models or celebrities he likes, but almost all of them on the rack have you.

It makes you want to cry, but all your tears have dried up so you just sigh shakily and walk back to the dinner table. And as soon as you sit down the knob jingles before you hear it open. Your heart begins to race as you begin to get nervous to see your brother, but you don’t show it, you just continue to eat and after a few minutes, he finally appears.

Satoru looks at you with nonchalance, he doesn’t move his arms to attack you, he takes his bandages off and watches you calmly. “What are you doing?” He interjects.

You look up from your plate and point to the food. “Eating. You know you have nothing in your fridge,” you point out and then sigh. “I had to go to the store to get stuff for ramen.”

“I'm hardly home,” he mutters.

You hum and continue. “Well I stocked your fridge, you need to eat more. And there’s some ramen on the stove you must be hungry. You’ll probably have to heat it up though.”

Satoru stays where he is and scoffs softly. “No, I mean what are you doing at my house? Don’t you have some community to get back to?” He clarifies, but you knew that, you were just messing with him.

“Well, sure,” you sigh and let the chopsticks go to sit back. “But I can't go home yet,” you say. “I need to figure out how to break the news, so I’ll be staying the night. Don’t worry I’ll sleep on the couch, I won’t sleep anyway.”

Satoru exhales deeply and finally breaks away from his spot to sit across from you. “You just tried to trap me in a domain and now you broke into my house and made food,” he mumbles.

You snicker and go back to eating. “No,” you counter. “Well, yes I was going to trap you in my domain, but it’s not like you would’ve stayed long in it anyway. I just wanted to show it off mostly because, mhm,” you say as you take a mouthful of food. And once you swallow you keep going. “My domain is pretty cool, we’re like in the middle of a tornado in the middle of the ocean, and fire surrounds us like a barrier, so it’s pretty impressive,” you muse.

Satoru hums in comprehension and sits back to swing his arm over the empty chair across from him. You awkwardly avert your gaze and stand up to grab him a bowl and try to fill the awkward silence. “Your house is surprisingly nice.”

Satoru scoffs. “Why is that a surprise?” He quips.

You shrug as you serve him food. “You were kind of a slob back in the day,” you mention.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “That was ten years ago. Things change.”

You chuckle and place the plate in the microwave to heat it up. “Yeah,” you agree after. “They do…” you trail off and feel a frown form on your lips as grief hits you hard again as your life flashes in your mind, and as you feel the need to ask why he left you.

However, even as much as you desire to know, now is not the time. So instead you change the subject as you wait for his food. “You don’t have any kind of alcohol in your house.”

“Because I don’t drink.”

You snort and laugh. “You still don’t? Man, you’re almost 30, and with this line of work drinking is better than great.”

Satoru sighs as he stretches the back of his neck. “Yeah, nah, I’m looking out for my physique. The ladies like the way I look.”

You roll your eyes to him and scoff in disgust. “Well,” you ignore his comment and take his bowl out of the microwave. “That’s the great thing about RCT, no damage. It’s why Shoko hasn’t died of lung cancer.”

Satoru chuckles as he watches you not struggle to find more chopsticks in his kitchen. “Well,” he says. “Yeah that’s true, but she stopped smoking a couple of years ago.”

You face him with your eyes wide with surprise as you walk back to the table. “Well that’s good,” you say with a proud smile. “Good for her.”

Silence follows whilst you place his bowl and chopsticks down in front of him, and tension grows between the two of you again. You sit back down again and you both eat in silence. But it’s not something you can really take for so many reasons, so you interject with what you need from him.

“Actually, I also came because I want you to meet someone tomorrow.” You avert your gaze but you can feel his on you. “I know you’ll probably be taken to a ton of meetings tomorrow because of what happened, or you’ll get sent out to missions, so I wanted to get to you first.”

Satoru pulls the bowl to his lips and scrapes the food at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth with his chopsticks and probes. “Who is it? Because if it’s those girls, I’ve already met them. They did good today, you should be proud.”

You smile softly and shake your head. “No, not them. They won’t want to see you anymore. It’s…someone else,” you avoid the truth even though he probably has an idea. “So just be ready for tomorrow.”

You look up at him and he meets your gaze and nods slowly in comprehension. Silence falls again, but neither of you wants to fill it with what just happened, your eyes are already puffy with how much you’ve cried and he can see that so he leaves it be for now. You just continue to act like nothing happened, and like there isn’t a ten-year-long strain in your relationship.

“So,” he interjects, knowing there’s one thing that comforts you. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks

You smile and nod. “Yeah, that’ll be cool.”

A/N- No they didn’t give each other all they got :/ siblings am I right?

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