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Lucci and Kaku: An Analysis
I haven’t done long analysis/meta/essay-style posts in a while, but after seeing a comment that amounted to “every time Lucci’s shown an interest in something that doesn’t have to do with killing, Kaku’s involved” it made me think about whether or not that's true and, more specifically, whether or not there’s been sufficient build-up to justify what happens in Chapter 1111.
So let’s explore, shall we?
First of all, basic disclaimer that I’ve been heavily into One Piece since 2008 and Water 7 has been my favorite arc since the first time I read it that summer. Kaku, in turn, has always been one of my top characters in the entire series for various reasons…but this isn’t about him (at least, not entirely), so all of that is just to say that I’ve thought about these characters a lot over the years.
And I think what always struck me about them is that not only are they so fundamentally different, but that realistically Lucci should not tolerate Kaku at all. He’s pretty much everything Lucci’s not, and they’re more-or-less a perfect example of the ‘someone will die…of fun!’ meme in a lot of ways (and honestly it’s what I think of every time I see this card, but I digress):
At the same time, what happened in the latest chapter didn’t surprise me, because there’s been hints all along, and I’ve personally been waiting years for it to pay off…even though part of me thought it never would, or at least not in the way it did!
Still, how did we get here?
But First, A Bit About 相棒
So. Why is the fact that Lucci calls Kaku his “相棒” (aibou) so significant? Mostly because of the…individualistic meaning of the word. It literally translates to ‘partner’, but not in a romantic/life-partner way (not to say that it has never been used like that, but it’s not the inherent meaning of the word).
Unlike words such as 友人 (yuujin), 友達 (tomodachi), and of course, with Luffy, 仲間 (nakama), aibou generally only refers to one person. You can have many friends, teammates, crew members…but only one aibou. So by calling Kaku that, Lucci’s already placing him on a different level to anyone else in CP9 or CP0 and acknowledging openly that Kaku’s important enough to him to have earned that distinction.
Which is why a lot of us were very excited about it, since this is not a common occurrence where Lucci’s concerned.
That aside, let’s get to the actual canon content.
Water 7
Obviously at the beginning we find out they both work at the shipyard, but that in and of itself isn’t entirely significant…until you consider that, since Kalifa is pretty much with Iceburg all the time and Blueno’s running the bar, the two of them are working in much closer proximity to each other than to the other CP9 members in the city.
The first real indication we get regarding their comfort level with each other comes in chapter 327 when Kaku gets back from examining the Merry and goes to sit down to explain what he’s discovered. Paulie’s the closest to him, but he actually ends up stepping past both him and Lucci in order to sit directly beside Lucci on the same level.
It’s quite a while before we see the two of them alone again, and it doesn’t happen until chapter 339 when they’re speaking with Robin. Of course at the time we’re not supposed to know it’s them, but there’s really nobody else it can be since this is happening at the exact same time that Blueno’s talking with Franky and Kokoro at the bar. So, as will become fairly common, the two of them are again acting as a unit of their own within the larger group.
And then, of course, we get the infiltration of the mansion prior to The Big Reveal (which I’ve spoken about before because for me it’s still the single greatest reveal in the entire manga because of how carefully crafted it is, right down to Kaku’s limited dialogue in this section being completely devoid of his usual speech quirks in the original Japanese text). Once again, Blueno and Kalifa are doing their own things while these two are working together.
This panel has always been interesting to me because immediately prior to this Lucci says he can’t let Paulie live, and then he decides to just restrain him instead. In Luffy’s case it makes sense because they gave their word to Robin not to harm the Strawhats, but he has absolutely no reason to spare Paulie, and the little lines of shock/surprise beside Kaku imply that he hadn’t expected Lucci to do that, either. The ‘why’ is still unclear, but it’s interesting nonetheless, and it’s also…noteworthy that it’s the only thing Lucci asks Kaku to do. All of the actual damage Paulie takes comes from Lucci and he never asks for or expects Kaku to harm him.
I never connected these two panels before but it’s obviously very deliberate to have Lucci telling Iceburg that feeling emotions is a sign of humanity followed immediately by Kaku…demonstrating exactly that and thanking Iceburg. It’s important to establish that part of Kaku’s character, but keep in mind Lucci’s lack of a reaction here because it’ll come back later.
Again, very tiny moment, but there’s a lot of examples of Lucci deferring to Kaku or letting him take the lead without any hesitation, and I like this because Kaku’s noticed something that Lucci hasn’t and Lucci just goes with it immediately.
I’d forgotten about this but Kaku’s also the one that decides to take Usopp with them, first by recognizing him as one of the Strawhats and then going through with it even after finding out he doesn’t consider himself a part of them anymore. And Lucci just…stands back and lets him give out orders to the others while doing so.
Okay so this is what I was referencing earlier. Kaku shows actual emotions with Iceburg and Lucci’s silent, but the moment Kalifa gets even slightly happy about completing the mission he’s berating her instantly. Kaku’s expression here is interesting too because he looks absolutely haunted and it’s very telling.
And also another visual representation of Lucci and Kaku being equal to/on the same level as each other.
I didn’t include the panel but Kaku was ‘sleeping’ when Corgi was giving them all of the information about Nero while Lucci was (seemingly) wide awake, and yet Lucci has no idea who he is and relies on Kaku to have all the information. Which he does.
Kaku being the one to take charge again and direct the others even though Lucci’s standing right there. They do this more than I’d realized at first, especially since Lucci always seems to be looked at as the unofficial ‘leader’ of CP9.
Enies Lobby
We’ve made it to Enies Lobby, which is the first glimpse we get of these two interacting with the full CP9 group outside of any sort of ‘mission’ environment.
Mostly it entails Lucci being more combative (especially with Jabra) and Kaku being more annoyed, but again I can’t really imagine anyone else taking this tone with Lucci and getting away with it while Kaku does it fairly often and Lucci never retorts or gets angry with him.
And while Kaku’s not immune to taking Jabra’s bait in the right circumstances, his typical tendency is to de-escalate situations if he can and here he’s refusing to engage despite being deliberately called out…and Lucci, without being asked, immediately takes his side and defends his choice.
This is practically the next panel and while both Lucci and Jabra are kind of equally at fault for this little display, Kaku only berates Jabra for it while Kalifa’s directing her comments at both of them.
Now that I’m actually looking for these sorts of things it’s becoming more obvious, but again we have Lucci and Kaku in an equal position to each other at the front of CP9.
This isn’t just to Kaku since Kalifa’s there as well, but Lucci’s still encouraging them to eat the fruits and I have to believe it’s coming from a place of good faith because he’d know whether or not being able to swim is that big an issue in their profession. I also want to note that Kaku echoes Lucci’s ‘it’ll be fun’ line when he actually does eat his fruit, so obviously that resonated with him.
I’ve put these two together because they both highlight the same thing, that being in both of these sequences we get almost all of CP9 giving out their individual thoughts/comments on what’s happening but Kaku’s statement both times is a direct reply to what Lucci says, so again the two of them are paired off in a way that doesn’t include anyone else there.
The only other thing of note in this section is that while Robin’s talking about what happened during the Buster Call on Ohara, Kaku and Lucci are the only CP9 members to kind of…break formation and actually look at her while she’s speaking, which is interesting.
And for the rest of Enies Lobby they aren’t together so there’s not too much more to say here other than Kaku of course being the one to have the actual key to Robin’s cuffs, but it’s never made explicit who came up with that plan or handed out the keys so…if I ever actually do the thing and write a full analysis of Kaku’s character we can talk about it then Lark you’ve been saying you’ll do this for years IF I EVER--
Interlude - CP9’s Independent Report
Besides the fact that this is still one of my favorite cover stories, there’s a couple of noteworthy things here, the first of which is that Kaku again is taking the lead. Even though he’s the only other CP9 member other than Lucci to be injured badly enough that he can’t walk on his own, he’s still the one directing them where to go.
Other than that, I love seeing all of them just…interacting like friends and being very relaxed and casual, and pretty much every panel where Kaku and Lucci are together they’re directly beside each other so I’ve included a bunch of those here.
Dressrosa & Egghead
The next time we see Lucci and Kaku is at the end of Dressrosa, where they’ve been promoted to CP0 Oda can we please get some explanation of how this happened and let me tell you, I remember this vividly because the spoilers at the time just said that Lucci was talking to ‘someone’ and when the raws came out you can bet I went right to the dialogue to see if it was Kaku because his way of speaking is so telling.
But even in this little scene, we can see they’re having an equal conversation and there’s a major difference between how Lucci’s speaking with Kaku and how he addresses Spandam mere seconds later.
After this we have the Reverie/Levely/what-even-is-this-thing-called arc where they get all of a single panel together and while it’s the first time we actually ‘see’ Kaku after the time-skip, nothing really interesting regarding their relationship happens, so let’s move on to…
The end of the colored manga! And Egghead.
We start with a very familiar situation: Lucci asking Kaku what’s going on, and while Kaku this entire arc seems more outwardly annoyed with Lucci than he ever was in the past (which is never really explained but then again, Lucci spends a lot of the arc doing things he’s specifically been told not to do, so maybe it’s understandable…), he still has all the information and relays it.
Though Kaku’s also much more comfortable letting his real personality show despite them being on a mission while before he was always completely serious after the Water 7 reveal, especially around Lucci. It came through with Zoro and Jabra but during the cover story he’s smiling and laughing a lot with Lucci right there so it makes sense he’d be more willing to let his guard down even ‘on the job’ by now.
So here’s the first real instance of Lucci showing concern for Kaku, something which escalates pretty quickly throughout the arc. It’s subtle, and though he’s framing it as a suggestion to Stussy, if he didn’t care at all he wouldn’t have said anything.
At this point it’s fairly obvious that Lucci and Kaku don’t really have any authority difference between them and Kaku spends a lot of time in this chapter especially telling Lucci to Not Do The Thing. Anyone that’s ever lived with a cat knows how well this works.
I’ve always found this bit of dialogue particularly interesting because Kaku’s very openly…praising Sentomaru for choosing his loyalty to Vegapunk over assisting the government, and there’s no way Lucci doesn’t hear him say this but he doesn’t say anything in return. There’s no real evidence that Lucci knows about Kaku willingly giving up the key to Zoro or how conflicted he was about Paulie and everyone else, but this seems to imply that at the very least, even if he doesn’t share those sentiments, he wouldn’t think less of Kaku because of it.
Putting these two together since they’re in the same scene but at this point it’s not even subtle concern anymore, Lucci’s genuinely worried for Kaku and you can tell this caught him off-guard.
Kaku’s the first one to suggest working together but Lucci immediately backs him up and goes with the idea. It’s logical in the sense that it’ll give them the biggest chance to survive, but willingly working with pirates isn’t exactly the sort of thing that Lucci, especially in the past, would have so easily done regardless of the situation.
So at this point it’s becoming clear that this whole 4-v-2 section is supposed to be the most…light-hearted thing going on right now and a lot of it is played to be comedic, including Lucci’s inability to lie, but yet again there’s almost nobody else that could get away with scolding him the way Kaku’s doing here.
…And then we skip ahead a day and things happen that I really hope get explained at some point because they seem important, but while Lucci’s never going to have impeccable bedside manner, he’s very concerned with getting Kaku to rest and while Kaku’s trying to justify what happened Lucci really doesn’t seem to care about that. It’s a big departure from him being willing to write off anyone he deems ‘too weak’ and it’s a nice character moment.
I’d mentioned on my liveblog that some of the things Lucci was doing after this point were confusing, but if you look at them through the lens of him wanting to protect Kaku, it makes a lot more sense. Yes, he’s deliberately keeping him out of the loop, but Lucci I think has decided that he’s going to throw caution to the wind and act alone since if Kaku can’t prove he knew about the plan, he’s probably safer being left with the Strawhats, and if the Marines show up he should be safe anyway or so Lucci thinks…
When this chapter came out, I’d said something about Lucci being a hypocrite considering what the rest of CP9 did for him when they could have easily just left him at Enies Lobby, but given what happens almost directly after and likely what he’s trying to do with this entire fight, these words feel even less genuine…
And that brings us to this. The moment that I’ve been thinking about for almost an entire week now. The moment that, looking back at…oh, wow…almost 3000 words of analysis maybe shouldn’t be as surprising as it was for most of us, but it does feel like the payoff for a long, long buildup that’s taken nearly twenty years to reach. Because really, there’s no other way to describe them other than ‘partners’, and probably hasn’t been for a long time…and I’m so glad that Lucci acknowledged it.
To summarize, I think what surprised me most about re-visiting all of this is how much the manga has framed them as equals since the beginning even though it was never explicitly stated between the characters themselves. Lucci’s always been far more lenient with Kaku than with anyone else, and Kaku in turn has never had any fear of Lucci even if he wasn’t really expressing his true self with him for a long time.
The cover story being the turning point makes perfect sense, and the progression throughout Egghead of Lucci being more outwardly willing to show his concern and Kaku not hiding his emotions at all seems like a natural progression of their relationship and their level of comfort around each other.
And the fact that Oda is never really…hitting us over the head with any of it until that final moment when Lucci says everything so plainly because Kaku’s life is the most important thing to him even when faced with a literal monster… It’s so effective.
I don’t know where we go from here. To be honest, I’m kind of scared of where we go from here. But regardless of the outcome, I hope this little essay has been at the very least interesting and perhaps allowed you to look at these two in a different light.
Thanks for reading.
#one piece#opspoilers#rob lucci#kaku#meta#analysis#i forgot about the 30 photo limit so I had to get creative here but#3k words of me examining their relationship sure happened
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Quid Pro Quo.
Yan Chrollo x F Reader.
Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, mentions of not SFW although nothing explicit happens.
Word count: 3k.
“Feeling a little bit restless, are we?”
Chrollo is what you like to call the king of unwanted commentary.
If he were to ever retire from his murderous/thieving ways, you think he could make a career in narrating documentaries. No script necessary. Just set him in a recording booth, turn the microphone on, and let him have at it since he apparently never runs out of things to say.
Frowning, you cross your arms over your chest. “Oh, whatever gave it away?”
“You have your tells,” Chrollo purposefully does not match your sarcasm. It might be the only moral highroad he’s ever taken. “If I had to narrow it down to any one factor, though, it’d be how you glance at the clock every few minutes.”
What an astute observation! Scrub away the names of Freud and Jung in the psychology textbooks, their contributions clearly pale in comparison to Chrollo’s own expertise in understanding the human psyche. What might his theories be named? Something involving the Bible, surely. Or maybe the widely rejected Apocrypha since heresy is more his style. Regardless, you can confidently surmise the names would be superficial and pretentious. Perfectly befitting their progenitor.
“Considering we drove for what, five hours to some off-grid airport? Then flew an additional five, only to now be stuck on this train for… hm…”
“Eight hours,” he offers in kind. Too kind. You would gag, if not for your determination to get your irritation across. Priorities, priorities.
“Eight hours! Even if I had my phone, that’d be enough to make me go mad.”
“In ‘ye olden days’ as you like to refer to them, you never would’ve made it on the Oregon Trail if you thought eighteen hours of traveling to be worth complaining over.”
“Obviously. If I had to sit on the back of a wagon with my eight dirty children whom I secretly despise, I’d be drinking the water to get dysentery. Or flinging myself underneath the wheels. Either or.”
“See? This is much better then,” Chrollo gives you one of those little smiles that reminds you of a debate kid who thinks he has his opponent in the bag. “There are no eight malnourished children in sight. Just you, me, and a world of infinite possibilities.”
“For you, maybe. ‘Infinite’ might be a stretch for me.”
“My apologies. Near infinite.”
“More like one: following you around as if I were a leashed dog.”
“I had never considered a leash,” Chrollo hums, giving you a once over, presumably for show. He already has your sizes memorized better than you ever did. Neck included, you assume. “I’ll consider your suggestion.”
Unable to mask your distaste, you reply without thinking, “It wasn’t a suggestion.”
“Oh? A request, then?”
You roll your eyes and decide not to dignify that with a response.
Back to staring out the window for entertainment it is then. Looking past your despondent reflection, you’re welcomed to a sea of nothingness; swaths of deep hues blurring together in an unidentifiable mass. It’s too dark for you to enjoy the grand scenery outside and too cloudy for the stars to twinkle overhead. You’ve already conducted a thorough examination of the luxurious train compartment, which for all its ostentatious décor, feels oddly cramped. As if Chrollo intentionally picked something that’d force you into close quarters. You wouldn’t put it past him.
He sits a few feet across from you, legs crossed, the gaudy bandage that normally covers his forehead nowhere in sight. He looks as content as ever with his loungewear on. Yours is still strewn across the bed, untouched due to the scorn it earned. So he gets slacks and a loose t-shirt while you’re forced to model a lingerie line? It’s for this reason you’re stubbornly sitting here in your jeans at two in the morning. In retrospect, skinny jeans were not the optimal option for this boycott, if only you had known to expect such shameless reprobate-like behavior in advance. You were just getting used to the time zone when he informed business had to take him elsewhere.
And wherever he went, you went too. Kicking, screaming, crying, or anything in between; you’d be hauled off regardless.
“You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake, you know,” Chrollo once again voices his unasked-for opinion. “Why not allow yourself to relax? For starters, try changing into something more comfortable.”
He motions to the aforementioned nightgown that has no reason to be so sheer. Seriously, it’s an insult to fabric everywhere. You swear that a little breeze would be enough to rip the fragile material in two.
“And have you ogle at me the rest of the night? I’d prefer the diseased children.”
“I wouldn’t call it ‘ogling’, I’d call it ‘appreciating’.”
“Alright, Mr. Company HR representative.”
You make the mistake of checking out the clock again. Only five minutes have passed? This is psychological torture. While you’d normally read to pass the time, the possibility of motion sickness is enough to put you off from the idea. There’s one thing in this world that’s worse than being with Chrollo — and that is being with Chrollo while sick. Just thinking about it is enough to make you bristle. His usual infantilizing behavior gets a boost that’d have the most mentally stable person banging their head against a wall. Not fun, an easy pass. He won’t stop giving you romance novels when you ask to read, anyway. If he thinks that’d put you in the mood to reciprocate his grimy feelings, he can think again. He’s no Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester. You’d pin him for more of a discount Heathcliff on a good day.
There has got to be something for you to do. A little excitement, a little zest… could anyone blame you for seeking this out in your monotonous days?
That’s when a potentially damning yet undeniably exciting idea comes to mind.
“Hm… I know that look. You’re preparing to ask me for something, aren’t you?”
“Maybe, maybe not. That all depends. Are you feeling particularly indulgent tonight?”
“I always feel indulgent toward you, you just never ask for the right things,” he leans forward slightly, belying his intrigue. He’s so full of it. Apathetic as he may act, you’re convinced he’d listen to you sing an opera-length aria about tinfoil if past experience is anything to go by. Chrollo can’t get enough of you. The feeling is decidedly not mutual.
“Feel free to make your pitch whenever, [First]. I’m waiting.”
“Right. That book of yours… Pundit’s Secret?”
“Bandit’s Secret,” he corrects.
“Tomato toh-mato. If memory serves, you once told me an anecdote about this ability that made lying impossible. But the person you use it on has to meet certain conditions… or something. Doesn’t that sound like a fun way to pass the time? You ask me some questions and I return the favor?”
His gray eyes glimmer with amusement. “I don’t know, darling. I’d be taking far more of a risk than you. There’s little you could reveal about yourself that I’m not already aware of.”
“I guess so…” you trail off, trying not to linger on the unsettling sentiment. How can anyone just come out and say that as if it’s the most casual thing ever? “Fine. How about you get to ask me a whopping three questions and I get to ask you one? Only one. It won’t be anything stupid, like how I could kill you or run away. You can set that up in the conditions, right?”
He gives you a long and hard look. “I suppose I could. So I’d get to ask you anything at all, whereas your options are willingly limited?”
You shrug. “What can I say? I have to get my kicks somehow. Even a mere glimpse into the mind of the infamous Chrollo Lucilfer should be worth sacrificing some dignity over. I think.”
“We’ll see,” there’s that enigmatic smile again that makes your stomach twist into knots. He holds out his right hand — and voila — a primarily red book with a white handprint on the cover manifests. The numerous pages flip in rapid succession before landing on whatever poor soul he stole this ability from. Apparently, this ability’s progenitor was a private investigator who made the mistake of looking into the Troupe. You wonder how his business has plummeted since the ability that gave him success got snatched.
The air around Chrollo shifts. You feel an odd throbbing in your brain for a few seconds, that disappears as fast as it arrived. With that, Chrollo lowers his hand with the book into a more comfortable position, eyeing you curiously.
“I may ask you any three questions which I please, whereas you can ask me one, so long as it may not aid you in escape or hinder me in any serious way. Do you agree with these conditions?” He playfully tilts his head to the side. “Last chance to back out, dear. I won’t hold it against you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I accept.”
“Wonderful. So do I. Now, what to start off with…”
You swallow the saliva starting to build up at the back of your throat. The odd feeling permeating your body is akin to what you experience before going on a rollercoaster — a cocktail of regret, anxiety, and the thrill of what is to come. Fight or flight that can’t make up its mind between the two extremes. In a false display of bravado, you refuse to break eye contact with him, tempting as it is to shrink away.
Oh lord, he’s looking at you like he’s ravenous.
“Have you ever wanted me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” your tongue answers for you without hesitation, causing heat to rush to your cheeks. You try to slap your hands over your mouth, but it’s too little too late, you’re not done humiliating yourself just yet. “I once masturbated to the thought of you while in the shower at a hotel we were staying at.”
He raises an eyebrow while looking extremely satisfied with himself. You want to die. You want the cold, bony hands of death to embrace you in an eternal slumber. What was that last addition?! The ‘yes’ was bad enough, but your mouth really went for the last nail on the coffin there. Scratch that. It killed you, dismembered your body, flung you into a six feet deep hole, and built a parking lot over your remains.
“Ah, I forgot to mention,” he slaps his forehead, as if the fact made him genuinely remorseful, “This ability does more than get you to tell the truth. It also makes you say the first few things that come to mind upon hearing the question. For that reason, it’s fittingly titled No Filter.”
Despair manifests itself in unique ways. In this specific instance, it has you glaring with all your might at Chrollo, who looks as if he just won the lottery. You bite down into your lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. How did he manage to ruin what was meant for some lighthearted, schoolyard-esque fun? In the future, should fate ever tempt you to tango with Chrollo again, you’ll refer to this incident.
Well, on the bright side, you figure it can’t get any worse than that.
... Right?
“Tempting as it may be to have you elaborate on that further, I’ll be gracious and move on to a cleaner subject.”
“Have my attempts at getting closer to you been successful?”
If a change in atmosphere is what he wants, he might get more than he bargained for.
“Partially. I no longer fear for my life, but I don’t have a life either. You took every sense of normalcy away from me. If I ever seem more open to your advances, it’s because pretending I have a say in the matter. It’s all I have left to cling to.”
Chrollo’s countenance takes on a more contemplative edge upon hearing this. You feel like heated metal submerged into a cold pail of water; the conversation took a 180-degree turn. However capable of emotion he may be, you hope he feels the same. For him, a question such as this must be a double-edged sword. Any other time, had you answered like this, he could retain some comfort knowing you might be acting dishonestly from spite. Not here. Not when he knows you’re an open book. There are no mental hoops he can jump through to convince himself otherwise.
“... I see,” he speaks up after some time. The weight of his gaze is tangible. “This is what I find so fascinating about you. You act so bubbly, always ready to make light of things, yet there’s far more to you than that. I might be one of the few people that could ever recognize this quality of yours, [First].”
You recognize what he’s doing — he wants you to give more without having to use up his final question. It’s an obvious ploy that you have no intention of falling for. If he’s going to be difficult, you’ll be difficult too.
“Not taking the bait, huh,” Chrollo chuckles. You do not. “That’s my girl. Very well. Final question. Could you ever come to love me back?”
“Not in the way you want.”
He nods his head, not so much from acceptance; mostly him just acknowledging your words. “Interesting. I thought that’d be what made you talk the most. I see I was wrong.”
The three questions are up, meaning you’re no longer compelled to answer. You could very easily leave it at that and carry on. If only you weren’t the type to hold a grudge. Kicking someone when they’re down has never been your style, but well, there are exceptions to every rule. Chrollo might be eager to move on; you can’t say you feel the same. Some wounds shouldn’t receive pressure. Some wounds should be left to bleed.
“Something tells me you already knew my answer to that last one,” you theorize. You then continue on without missing a beat. “To think even a realist such as yourself could get swept up in fantasy… I guess we all have our own shortcomings. Some more than others.”
“Some more than others indeed.”
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and you content yourself immensely with the fact.
“My turn!” You exclaim in a singsong, clasping your hands together. “Oh Mr. Lucilfer, feared leader of the Phantom Troupe… there’s something I’ve been absolutely dying to know. You’re a confident man. A person who can, essentially, accomplish anything he sets out to do. So tell me. Why couldn’t you have just taken your chances and loved me normally?”
Considering all the angles you could’ve taken, this is the knowledge you long to attain the most.
You frequently have lots of time to spend alone with your thoughts. More time than you would’ve had you been living a regular life, anyway. In that time, you began to mold an idea of the enigma Chrollo Lucilfer in your head, using what few scraps he offered as your clay. You could never come close to anything satisfactory. Every attempt always turned out so hollow. This left you with an overarching dilemma:
Was Chrollo impossible to understand, or was there nothing for you to understand in the first place?
With the fragment of knowledge that should come from this, you hope to take on your chisel and hammer again.
Subconsciously, you lean closer to him when his lips part.
“I’d love to say I don’t understand what you mean by that, but I guess I can’t,” whether the forlorn timbre of his voice is genuine or not, you can’t say for certain. Your bets are on the latter. “Because, darling, you’re too good for me. Not due to any superior strength, intellect, or virtue on your part. I’ve never been able to identify exactly what it is. My best guess… is your vibrancy. You have something that I severely lack.”
So that’s it, then? An underlying fear of rejection? There’s nothing grander, no bigger picture that you weren’t able to see? He doesn’t appear ashamed in the slightest, either. He could at least give you that much to pride yourself on. For him to have dragged you through limbo over such an inane reason, that any other person might be plagued with yet could overcome all the same...
Your lips curl into a near-malicious smile. “You’re more pathetic than I thought, Chrollo.”
Perhaps the husk you imagined in his likeness was always accurate.
“And you’re far more ruthless,” he closes his book with a lopsided grin. The sound of it slamming shut resonates throughout the compartment. “Although, I’m afraid I already knew that.”
That makes two of you. Getting called ruthless by a murderer feels overkill, though. You think about voicing this and decide against it. Chrollo doesn’t deserve to hear your puns of subpar quality. What he does deserve, however, is to have you stomp over what measly heart occupies his chest. With spiked shoes. Poisoned spiked shoes.
“Does it hurt to get a taste of your own psychoanalysis bullshit?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Chrollo returns to his previous relaxed position, an arm resting over the back of his seat. You mirror his body language and relax as well. “If anything, I’m more motivated than ever to sink my teeth into you.”
“Then I’ll just have to make it so you’ll spit me out, won’t I?”
He closes his eyes, leans his head back, and hums. The pleasant sound grates your ears. A melody from hell.
“You can certainly try.”
Now that he’s no longer under the influence of the ability, you wonder how much of what he said is true — and how much is a lie. For if you managed to hurt him, even in the slightest, even if he returns it tenfold...
... Then everything on this train ride was worth the price of admission.
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We Can Touch the Stars Tonight
Synopsis: Jinana and Alexander examine a few things about their friends-with-benefits relationship, leading to a somewhat different sort of encounter for them, with a startling result. (~3k words)
Notes: Alexander belongs to @devoraqs and appears with permission!
Warnings: Some discussion of D/s dynamic and bondage. Vanilla😱, oral, PiV, biting, marking, General Feels don't look at me lmao
🔞🍋 MINORS DNI!
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Jinana leans against the railing of the rooftop garden of the Scarab and Lotus, looking out over the lights of the nighttime city. S/he tugs hir shawl more closely about hir shoulders, though the breeze is warm.
“I feel like things have been different between us, since we started having our… sessions,” s/he says.
Alexander does not respond, though this is not dismaying by itself. More concerning to hir is the way he holds himself, as if he is bracing for something.
“Please don’t get me wrong… I've been enjoying myself a great deal. I hope you have, too.” S/he smiles briefly, hoping to set him more at ease. Alexander merely watches hir, the lines between his brows deepening.
Get to the point, s/he urges hirself. Do not chatter to fill his silence.
S/he does not think it was a mistake, taking up with him in this manner. Jinana is not a creature of regrets. It is entirely reasonable to act upon a tension, in order to alleviate it.
It’s only that it seems that some other tension has grown between them in its place, less explicable… and less readily dismissed.
“I suppose I feel like… there is something else, something you’re not saying. Maybe something you can’t say. And I want you to know… It’s all right if what we’ve been doing just isn’t what you want from me.” A low ache is spreading itself through hir chest, but hir gaze on him is level and sure. “Your friendship is far more important to me. I don’t want to lose that.”
Silence again hangs between them for a time, each wordless second tightening hir throat more, firmly ignored. More is at stake here than hir own feelings.
When Alexander finally speaks, his voice is rough-edged, uncertain. “Do you want to stop?”
Jinana blinks; this is not the response s/he expected. “...no? But I would never want you to feel… obligated, out of fear of hurting my feelings. I do want you to feel free to speak your mind.”
He seems to consider, silent again for a time. Then, “For all the things we’ve done…you’ve hardly let me touch you at all. I never get to do, well, much of anything in return.” His frown deepens, just a little. “Is it that you don’t want me to?”
Taking his meaning, s/he gives a weak chuckle. “It isn’t that, I just… I have to be careful.”
Alexander’s expression does not change. “Do you think I would hurt you?” The question isn’t even accusatory, so much as genuinely wondering. A pang of conscience wrings through hir, nearly painful in itself. Jinana goes to him, taking his hand into both of hir own.
“Oh, Laal, it’s nothing against you! It’s just… a habit, I guess. To keep control, because other things can happen, besides.”
“Other things?” he repeats.
“Magical things. It’s nothing harmful, really, but…you know how I feel about having my magic manifest like that.”
He looks down at their hands, then back up at hir. “Aye, I do. But I’ve seen those kinds of things happen before. Do you really think it would trouble me?”
“I… suppose not.” Jinana lowers hir eyes.
For a moment, neither of them says anything, then s/he heaves a great sigh, blowing the wisps of hair off of her forehead. “I’ve been doing this all wrong, haven’t I?”
Alexander gives a curious tilt of his head. “How so?”
“I’ve been treating you like… well, like a submissive. But that isn’t the whole story, is it?”
“It’s… not my only interest. But you made it clear that you don’t switch.”
S/he shakes hir head. “I was taught that I can never afford to lose my control. I can’t possibly lay that down.”
“Does that mean that your partners can never please you? Do you never just… well, enjoy yourself, without worrying about who’s on top?”
Jinana feels hir eyes widen. “No, no, I do… sometimes. I can’t give you the kind of submission you’ve given to me, but… of course you would want to do more than just let me tie you up.” S/he chuckles, then sobers. “Like I said… I fell into habit. A bad habit, meant to keep my distance. But you are my friend, someone I care about.” S/he looks down at his hand, rather large in hirs. “Someone I’m already close to.”
S/he lifts his hand to hir lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of the fingers. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry if all of this made you feel… unwanted. I promise you, that is not the case.” S/he smiles, and this time his expression softens in return.
“I should have said something,” he offers. “But I… wasn’t sure how to approach it. I’m not the best at communication, you may have noticed.”
S/he gives a wry little smile. “To be fair, I suppose I don’t leave much room for conversation, do I? If I’ve done things right, anyway.”
They both laugh, though color rises in his cheeks, remembering. “Well then, I’m saying something now.” Alexander curls his hand in hir grip. “Next time… will you let me please you a little?”
S/he pretends to consider, one finger tapping hir chin. “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” S/he arches a brow at him. “When do you want the next time to be?”
He gives hir a certain look from under his dark-red lashes. “Your bedroom is just downstairs, isn’t it?”
Jinana gives a delighted laugh. “Cheeky.” S/he allows hirself to be pulled closer, standing just between his knees as he looks up at hir. It only takes a small movement of hir head to bring hir lips to his, feeling him respond in kind - it seems that the thought of having freer rein has kindled his interest, as s/he must admit it has for hir.
When they finally break for air, Jinana slips hir hand up the back of his neck, releasing his hair from its tie, a signal. Alexander shakes it out around his shoulders, a response. He does not resist at all when s/he draws him to his feet, leading him down the stairs and into the living space above the shop, to hir own room.
He has been here before, of course, but he looks around as if seeing it for the first time - the shelves with their many curios, the rows of journals, the strands of tiny magical lights like stars. The curtains are made up of layers of sheer silks and cutwork; the lone chair is piled with colorful silk lehenga and dupatta. It smells of incense and precious resins, and Jinana’s own salves and pomades.
They have always been intent on some singular goal here; it feels a little strange to just be. For a brief moment, without the dynamic to guide hir, Jinana’s confidence falters. S/he sees this mirrored for an equally brief instant on Alexander’s face, and then they both move to kiss again, Jinana’s hands tugging his billowing shirt from the waistband of his pants.
He pulls back, laughing, and s/he pauses. “What’s so funny?” s/he asks, and he shakes his head.
“It’s just… I realized that I’ve never even seen you completely naked, have I?” He quirks a brow. “You really do have me at a disadvantage, here.”
“Oh?” Jinana laughs. “Here, then… it’s only fair.” S/he steps back and extends one hand, giving a sharp snap of hir fingers - and all of hir clothing falls into a sudden pool of fabric at hir feet, even the ties holding back hir hair. S/he steps lightly out of the pile, assuming a languid pose. “Well?” s/he teases, still laughing. “Do I meet with approval?”
For an answer, he steps forward to hir even as s/he rises onto hir tiptoes, meeting like a point of ignition. One of his arms pulls hir closer while the other fumbles the hem of his shirt the rest of the way out, neither of them willing to break their kiss. Jinana slides hir hands over his waist, his back, wrapping hir legs around him as Alexander lifts hir up, moving purposefully to the bed.
“Very cheeky,” s/he says against his mouth, nipping his lower lip.
He sets hir down upon the multicolored quilt that tops hir bed, and s/he reaches out to help divest him of the rest of his clothing before taking his hand and urging him onto the bed with hir.
It’s so very tempting to take control, to restrain him with words as s/he has with cords or magic. But Jinana sinks back among the pillows, trailing one hand in an idle caress over his flank as he settles next to hir, coming together in another urgent kiss. His hands move over hir body and his mouth follows, hir fingers threading through his curls.
S/he knows what he wants: the pleasure of discovery, of finding out another, of feeling them react. S/he so often takes the role of provoker during sex, an observer, detached. Surely there’s no harm in relaxing a little, in letting him have this.
Gentle fingertips trace over the curve of hir breast, finding one of hir nipples. A bright little bolt of pleasure comes to life in hir, and s/he sucks in hir breath.
“Sensitive,” he says. Of course, he knows what that’s like.
After all of the ways s/he has taken him to his limits in the bedroom, s/he wonders if he is surprised, or perhaps even disappointed, to find that s/he hirself requires a fairly delicate touch.
But Jinana ceases to think about such things as Alexander replaces the fingertips with his lips, the soft sliding sensation of his tongue. There is no reason to withhold, and every reason to communicate. His fingers occupy the other nipple, twinning the sweet, sore pleasure until s/he cannot help but to respond, hir hips starting to move slowly against the bed.
All the same, s/he cannot yield hir control entirely. Hir grip on his hair guides him - when to back off a little, when it all threatens to become ticklish rather than pleasurable, when to return. Presently, his hand wanders down hir body, over hir hip, pausing there with a light squeeze - a silent question.
S/he answers him by relaxing, parting hir thighs for him. The hand continues, seeking between, finding in a light caress. He doesn’t try to push into hir, only exploring with a gentle touch, no doubt feeling the wetness already there.
He begins to move down hir chest and belly in a trail of kisses - s/he can feel the light grazing of his teeth, here and there, perhaps the urge to bite - but he does not. In turn, s/he does not attempt to prevent him as he parts hir thighs further, resting between them, his goal clear.
He looks up at hir as an idea seems to strike him, and he takes hold of hir hips, pulling hir along with him as he slips off the bed, until s/he is perched at its edge. Still watching hir, he resumes his journey, kneeling down on the little plush rug so that he can kiss his way along the inside of one thigh. Occasionally, he takes the skin between his teeth, but only lightly, leaving no marks.
Jinana realizes that he has chosen this position not only to give himself more access, but to make hir feel more secure… more in control, as he kneels before hir. He lifts hir legs to rest on his shoulders, one at a time, and s/he braces hirself with hir arms. S/he tips hir head back, letting the languorous waves of sensation wash over hir, giving soft voice to it, to let him know that s/he is enjoying hirself. He knows what he’s about, making little sounds of his own in response, until Jinana’s legs are trembling with it, hir breathing light and quick. It would be easy to let it crash over hir, to let go…
“Mmm, wait.” Alexander pauses in what he’s doing as s/he speaks, looking up at hir quizzically. S/he smiles in reassurance, beginning to ease hir legs back to the bed. “Come back up here. I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyes go wide, and he obeys, perhaps not graceful in his haste, but that hardly matters. It may be reckless of hir, but s/he finds that s/he does want this - not simply the pleasure of the act, but the closeness of it. S/he pushes him back a little, so that he is seated up against the cushions, and climbs easily into his lap, hir legs to either side of him, poised just above his waiting cock.
This isn’t something s/he does often; for the moment, s/he must take control. Alexander closes his eyes briefly as s/he begins to guide him into hirself, slick from his attentions, hir own excitement, and his. Even so, s/he must take this carefully, give hirself the time to accommodate him. His throat gives a little click as he swallows.
“You feel so good,” he says, his hands moving over hir thighs, hir buttocks as s/he pushes hirself slowly down onto him, a fraction at a time, taking as much of him into hirself as s/he can. When their hips finally meet, he slides his arms around hir, drawing hir against him. Jinana drapes hir own arms around his shoulders, tilting hir head to kiss him as s/he begins to move, eliciting a groan from him, a whispered curse or two in another tongue.
His own hips begin to move with hirs, and this is what s/he wanted to feel, the two of them striving together in a shared embrace. The closeness of their bodies allows hir to grind against him with every movement, adding to the deep thrill that goes up hir spine with every thrust.
S/he leaves the marks of hir own teeth at his throat and shoulder, pressing hir nails into his back. Alexander’s hands take hold of hir hips again as he begins to move instinctively faster and deeper, following hir movements and his own pleasure, muttering softly against hir skin as he mouths at it.
There is a sort of tender ferocity to it all, tempered for him by knowing that s/he does not wish to be marked or bitten, increased for hir by the knowledge that he does.
It all crests sharply for hir, almost unexpectedly. S/he buries hir face in Alexander’s neck and hair, muffling hir own inchoate cries as hir inner muscles contract strongly around him, as his arms tighten convulsively around hir. He isn’t far behind, his own groans and curses picking up even as the orgasm begins to let hir go. S/he holds him to hir as climax takes him, too, pulsing inside of hir, shuddering in hir arms.
For a few moments afterward, there is only the sound of their breathing, then s/he feels him go strangely still.
“Oh,” he says, rather prosaically.
This one syllable only confirms hir suspicions, that her magic momentarily manifested while s/he was overtaken by pleasure. “...I’m afraid to look,” Jinana admits, hiding hir face in his hair once again.
“Don’t be,” he says, and some quality in his voice makes hir lift hir head to see.
The room is filled with stars, a galaxy of them, the ceiling totally obscured by the entire night sky in miniature.
Alexander laughs, and s/he can feel it where they are still joined. “That’s just… it’s accurate, did you know that?” He looks down at hir, still in his arms, with an expression of such wonder that s/he cannot even answer to it, momentarily stunned. “That is so amazing. You’re amazing.” Impulsively, he leans in and kisses hir, cradling hir face in his hands, and something lances through hir, a strange almost-pain.
“How long will it last?” he asks, earnestly curious.
“I’m not sure… it may have something to do with your own magic. The accuracy, that is.” S/he suspects that it does, and wonders what it means.
“Do you think so?” The thought seems to please him, and he looks up at the shower of stars again. They reflect back to hir in his eyes, like twin galactic pools.
“Here… you don’t have to crane your neck like that.” Jinana lifts hirself from him, and they lean back against the pillows together, gaining a better view as the cosmos rotates slowly around them. Alexander points out various landmarks as it does so - prominent stars, the constellations.
“That’s Libra, right there. The bright star there is Beta Librae, forming the beam of the scales with Alpha Librae. And right there is Scorpius, see the tail? That red star in the middle is Antares.”
Jinana rests against his side, feeling his voice resonate against hir own ribcage. S/he doesn’t know half of what he is talking about, but it doesn’t matter. He enjoys talking about it, sharing what he knows, and s/he enjoys his enjoyment in turn. There is no hesitancy, no stumbling or stammering, only his clear passion for the subject.
S/he could listen to him all night, though of course the light show will fade long before then.
Don’t let them too close. Keep them safe. Keep yourself safe.
S/he wonders if he has any idea how many of hir own rules s/he has broken this evening, if he knows what it means. S/he wonders if s/he even knows what it means.
He has been hurt so badly. S/he is unwilling to add to that hurt, even to protect hirself… even if it might be better for him in the long run, safer.
But Jinana is not a creature of regrets.
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Talking to the moon🌙
Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
minors DNI‼️
3k+ words
(quote^^ by- Richard Siken)
warnings/tags- blood and violence. oral (f.recieving), vaginal sex, anal, dacryphilia, slight praise, slight degradation, fingering. age gap. toxic relationship. mentions of harassment. yandere themes implied. heartbreak, moving on. fluff. angst. hurt/comfort. (all characters are aged up!)
Gojo Satoru is the moon. Ever changing and radiant. Beaming with light, even when he doesn't have any of his own. And much like the moon, parts of him stay hidden in an ominous darkness as he leaves you cold and alone in the tangled mess of sheets, wondering why your lover disappears at the crack of every dawn.
You had met him a while ago when he had first come into the bakery you worked at part-time, dazzling pearls on show as he ordered every single flavour of mochi off the menu. You didn’t know where it started; how the simple exchanges turned into conversations that lasted up to hours, your manager practically having to shoo him away so that you’d stop getting distracted.
You got used to him visiting you in the day during work, sitting on the barstool near the bakery counter, talking your ear off about the most random of things while he stuffed his face with mochi. You sometimes wondered how you happened to have so much in common with a man so much more older than you.
You couldn't exactly remember how those innocent conversations turned into you being splayed across the marble kitchen countertop of your apartment at 3 am, the joyous man now turned into a ferocious beast as he devoured you whole, holding your legs apart, tongue licking in between your folds with such fervour that made it seem as if it was the last meal of his life.
In all honesty, you didn’t know a lot about him, except for the fact that he worked at a private institute and often travelled overseas. He’d be as silent as a mouse as he slipped out of your place before sunrise each time. He never told you why, and eventually you stopped asking- the warmth and comfort of his body too addictive to have to give up for the question of ‘what are we?’ being answered.
On days that you’d find yourself waking up early, you’d simply let your eyes roam over the muscles of his back, adoring the dimples at the bottom of his spine, memorising each blemish, scar and mark as if you’d never see it again. You sometimes found yourself wishing he’d take off the peculiar fabric covering his eyes- your mind could barely fathom the shade of his orbs.
You knew that he was always aware of you being awake. But he didn’t acknowledge it, whether by accident or choice, you could never tell. So every time he’d finish pulling his shirt over his head, you’d roll away, focusing your mind out the window on the half disappearing moon instead of the crushing weight on your chest.
Perhaps, this was the love they never told you about. The love that wasn’t afternoon picnics and obnoxious public displays of affection. The love that wasn’t late night grocery runs and feeding each other food at cafes.
Instead, this was the love that had you deleting messages and cleaning up the strands of ashy hair from your shower drain. The love that had you lying to your friends about the marks on your neck and pretending like he didn’t just have you pinned down beneath him the night before as you served him coffee.
Every morning that you woke up alone in bed, sore and unclothed from the events of the previous night, you found yourself thinking of ways that you’d turn him away the next time he showed up at your door. But then the bell would ring, and your feet would be carrying you to the half broken man covered in bruises and blood before you could think of it.
This time, you’re sure you tell him to go away, to stop treating you as if you were some toy, slamming the door in his crestfallen face. But then why do you find yourself clutching onto his scarlet stained jacket in the bathroom? The first aid box discarded to the side as you sob into his chest, a hand stroking your hair as he assures you he’s fine.
That night, you find him buried deep inside of you, your heavy breathing filling the silence of the air, your back to his chest. The arms around you feel unbearably tight as he pulls you even closer to him. Why is he trying to snatch all the warmth from your body?
The hot breath of his mouth is right next to your ear. He’s telling you he wants to be tender and merciful while his teeth are digging into your jugular, the hand around your throat tightening as his hips rut into you harder. He does not wipe away the tears flowing freely down your face.
The next morning, you find a burning sensation rising in your chest as you stare at the empty space next to you; his underlying scent of strawberries and citrus still lingering.
What had you been expecting? Why would this night have been different from any other?
That question is answered when you realise the unfamilair feeling of a cold metal wrapped around your ankle while climbing out of bed. Looking down, you see that it's a thin silver anklet with two charms hanging off of it.
His initials and a crescent moon.
You can’t help the smile that’s on your face for the rest of the day.
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You're panting, the drumming of your heartbeat echoing in your ears, vision blurring as you try to make it back home. You’re gripping onto the walls to keep yourself from falling, the pain in your body near unbearable as you somehow manage to unlock the door, not even making it past the entrance as you crumble apart right there, curling in on yourself as broken sobs leave your chest.
The sound of footsteps has you shutting your eyes, flinching from the pain and fear of knowing you can’t fight. The terror of your attacker being in your home makes your cries even louder.
Instead, you find your senses being flooded by the familiar scent of strawberries and the cologne that you bought him- warm muscular arms come to wrap around your figure, lifting you up. You’re still crying as he settles you down onto the bed, gently pulling your hands away from your face.
He lifts your shirt to reveal the expanse of wounds littered across your abdomen. An unreadable expression remains on his face as he skillfully cleans off the blood, fixing you up like you’ve done for him a dozen times. You don’t remember telling him where you were injured. Could the blood be seen through your shirt? None of it matters as he pushes you back down onto the plush mattress, your eyes fluttering close you as fall into a deep fitful slumber.
It’s a full moon tonight, the light cascading through your window providing you an odd sense of comfort. You turn over in the dark, gasping a little as your eyes lock onto a pair of strange azure ones. Your mind is still heavy from the medicines you took, perhaps that’s why you don’t react, simply staring into the unfamiliar eyes on a face that you recognised better than the back of your own hand.
His slender pale fingers are trailing over the skin of your abdomen. Shouldn't it hurt more? A hand comes up to your face, gently cradling your chin as he examines the scratch on your jaw. Your heart skips a beat as his soft lips press a chaste kiss onto your brow. His voice is low and tense, anger barely restrained as he asks,
“Who did this to you?”
You try to form a response, but all you can hear is the shallow echo of the beating of your half-dead heart. Your chest feels hollow as words finally rise to the tip of your tongue, eyes dry as you tell him all of it. How a strange force had pinned you against a wall when you were walking back home, how the man who appeared from the shadows of the dark alley didn’t even lift a finger, yet it felt like each bone in your body was being cracked apart. How you barely felt the pain of the broken bottle that impaled your flesh as you were thrown aside, the stranger parting from you with just four words,
“Consider this a warning.”
You don’t care how crazy you sound as you explain the bizarre events that occurred. You don’t care that his orbs are as blue and twice as deep as the mariana trench. You don’t care that for once, his eyes hold something other than just lust as he looks at you.
Your throat feels raw by the time you finish, and it hurts to look at his pitiful face so you roll onto your side, fixing your eyes on the shimmering celestial body outside your window. You both lay in silence for a while.
“I liked thinking of you as the moon at times.”
The calm in your voice startles Gojo, but he remains quiet, wanting you to continue. It doesn’t matter if it's gibberish, doesn't matter if it’s words of hatred, of doubt, of regret; he’ll take it as long as there’s something- as long as you’re speaking. His arms tremble around you a little as a bitter laugh escapes your chest.
“But at the end of the day,” you pause, taking a deep breath, “...all I am, is a mere star in a galaxy full of constellations.”
The raw sob that rips from your chest is a surprise to both you and Gojo.
“Tell me who cares about a star that burns out and explodes?” your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn around to face him.
For once in his life, Gojo Satoru can’t joke, fight or fuck his way out of a situation. A strange weight has been on his chest ever since he saw your eyes. The light and joy stripped out of them as he found himself staring back at his own reflection.
His eyes glance down at the dip of your collarbone, the arch of your shoulder that he wanted to reside in forever, now covered in small scars. He knows who hurt you.
He pulls you closer to him, tangling his feet with yours, the strip of metal around your ankle clinking at the movement. Perhaps it was a huge mistake to have bought you something so carelessly, knowing that the eyes of a few dozen enemies followed him wherever he went.
He finds himself at a loss for words, opting to convey his emotions through touch instead as he melds his lips with yours. You sigh into his mouth and he kisses you even deeper, almost desperately as if trying to pass over his own breaths to you- as if trying to bring you back to life. He finds the taste of salt on his tongue and the wet drops falling onto his cheeks makes his flesh burn. He doesn't know whose they are as he continues to try and cling onto the shell of what was once a whole person.
“Please” he finds himself mumbling as he pulls you even closer, heart cracking as you continue sniffing into his chest.
“It hurts- it hurts- so much” You’re sobbing now, his own body shaking in tandem with yours.
Who is he to deny you when you look up at him, the broken plea leaving your mouth,
“Make it stop please.”
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Gojo finds the cold metal of his own initials pressing against the side of his face as he hoists your legs over his shoulder. His fingers are pressing down against your sensitive nub, spreading around your slick before he pumps two of his fingers into you. You buck your hips up, cries escaping you as his tongue licks your clit, suctioning it into his mouth as he increases the pace of his fingers.
You’re cumming undone within seconds, begging him to fill you up. He’s never so easily given in to your demands, but tonight, it’s as if he’s only there to serve your wishes. The sickening thought of getting hurt again just so that you’d get this treatment creeps up in the back of your mind.
You moan as you feel him line his thick girth with your entrance, the tip catching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves as he rubs it between your dripping heat. He leans forward, pushing your legs up and safely tucking them against your chest, before crashing his lips against yours. It’s messy and rushed; tongue against tongue, spit drooling out as he pushes himself inside of you in one long stroke. The burn of it has you groaning into his mouth, hands moving to tangle into his hair. His thrusts are deep and angled, the feeling of it settling deep in your belly.
“Fuck- you look so-fucking-pretty underneath me like this”
His words of praise are muffled against your lips, further drowned out by your moans as one of his hands moves down to play with your clit. You’re screaming his name as the coil in your stomach snaps, his own restraint breaking as he finishes, painting your walls with his seed.
It’s not the first time you find yourself screaming and moaning that night. His cock is inside of you in one way or the other through the entirety of the next few hours- whether it be deep down your throat as his hands pull your hips down to his face, moaning at the taste of himself leaking from your cunt - or stretching the walls of your puckered asshole, the lube he pumped in with his slender fingers dripping out as he presses you to the shower wall, a hand coming forward to fondle your tits as his face falls onto your shoulder, grunting into your ear while he pistons in and out of your tight hole.
You can barely move a muscle by the time you’re done, body and mind numb from both the exhaustion and overstimulation as he pulls the covers over the two of you, limbs entangled with each other’s, skin against skin, his hands rubbing circles onto your spine.
“No one’s ever going to hurt you again.”
You’re barely conscious as he whispers that, humming and burying your face deeper into his cozy heat as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You do not notice the solemn drop of moisture that escapes his eye, falling onto your cheek, a thumb brushing it away just as quickly, as if it was never there. Just as he wishes he could brush away his own existence from your life- no- just as he was going to.
“...I promise.”
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When your eyes flutter open, they are not met with the moon.
Instead, the light of the rising sun casts a rosy hue across your room. And for once, you do not feel cold as you spread out your legs to take more of the space on the expanse of your empty bed. The sunlight does not feel like a curse anymore, even if the nostalgia of the moon’s glow stays buried somewhere deep in your heart.
But at least there’s no more crying going to bed alone each night; no more hours of scrolling through social media looking for someone who doesn’t exist; no more one night stands and low grade hookups trying to fulfil the ever-growing void in your heart.
In fact, you find yourself going out more, singing along to songs in the shower once again, even making friends with a regular trio that starts coming into your bakery every other day. They told you they’re college students too, all around your age, and you find yourself smiling a little more than necessary at one of them, even if a pair of ocean eyes floods the back of your mind each time that you do. You’re still hurting and healing, but at least you are moving forward.
“At least he kept his promise” You find yourself thinking as you climb out of bed, sighing in disappointment at the clinking of charms around your ankle.
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“At least I kept my promise.”
It had become Gojo’s new-found mantra. Every time he saw you drunk out of your mind at a bar, deftly bribing the bartender to replace your ordered shots with water instead. Every time he saw a random body pressed to yours, their tongue exploring your sweet mouth as you pushed them into your apartment. And especially that one time he found himself standing over the half-beaten body of the man who had tried to grope you on the bus.
“At least I kept my promise- at least she’s safe.”
He knew his actions were of a mad man. Even though he took care of the problem which had hurt you in the first place, he still found himself paranoid. Following you around every other night, making sure you were still here- still alive under the same sky as him, under the same sun and moon and stars. He told himself he was doing it for you- even if he found his heart swell every time he saw the familiar glint of the silver trinket around your ankle.
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“No way!” You find yourself laughing around a mouth full of mochi.
“No- I swear he likes you, he just doesn't want to admit it, you know how he-”
“What are you two talking about?”
You both immediately snap your mouths shut as he returns from the restroom, sliding into the seat on his side of the booth.
“Nothing!” you reply in unison.
“Anyways, do you want me to get you anything else? Something that this idiot wouldn't shove into my mouth?” You joke, tapping your pen against the notepad.
“Hey! I just wanted you to taste how delicious the mochi was!”
“I know- I made it!”
A loud cough breaks your banter with the light haired boy,
“I-I do actually want to ask for something”
“Of course, what can I get you? The ginger tea you like?”
“Well- what I want is-” he pauses, and you don’t miss the mischievous glint in the eyes of his friend sitting across the table.
“I’d like to take you to the festival at the park.”
You’re halfway through writing it down on the notepad before you realise what he’s asked, your head snapping up to see the slightly flushed tint on his cheeks as he glares at the howling boy across the table. Your own face heats up as he looks towards you expectantly.
“You don’t have to if you-”
“Pick me up at 4”
“Oh” butterflies race in your stomach at the smile that he gives you, “...okay, 4 it is.”
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Weeks go by and you don’t realise the slow mending of your heart. Your broken pieces coming together each time he holds your hand, each time he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, each time he whispers words of affirmations into your ear, and each time he comforts your shaking body, apologising for kissing your brow- even if he doesn’t understand why it made you cry.
Eventually, you learn to not mind being just a mere star in the vast expanse of the cosmo.
You didn’t care because he looked at you like you held the universe in your eyes, cradling your face with such gentleness as if you were precious china. You didn’t care because when his lips came down onto yours, it felt like the collision of stars- your own little supernovae in the curve of his cupid’s bow. You didn’t care because when you woke up, you’d find him peppering kisses across the purple constellations he left the night before.
You didn’t care because you never woke up cold and alone anymore.
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“I’ll be back in just a second.”
You find yourself saying as you move your head off his lap, waving to your other two friends, their own counterparts lounging beside them.
“Is everything okay?’
He’s always so tender- except for when he has you splayed across the bed on your stomach, hips thrusting into yours as he tells you what a good slut you are for him- just for him. Heat crawls up your face at the memory from a few nights ago. The fingers wrapping your hand snap your mind out of its perverse refuge. Looking down, you find concern-filled eyes staring back at you.
“Yeah, I just want to take a walk alone by the beach- get some air.” You reply, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore in the dark and the fresh sea breeze on your face is refreshing. You make a mental note to thank Nobara for dragging you onto this trip. You stop as you find a cozy spot in the sand, giving you a perfect view of the moonlit sea.
You don’t know how long you sit there, thinking of a particular set of emerald eyes and long lashes, your smile faltering as the promise ring on your finger grazes the forgotten metal on your ankle. Your face remains neutral as you unhook it, even if it feels like cutting your own hand off, but that’s all there is to it - familiarity and nostalgia. There’s no blackhole in your chest, ready to open up and swallow you whole, there are no tears shed as you bury the piece of junk into the sand, and there is no looking back as you walk away, back into the arms of your precious ‘gumi.
Gojo stands at the rooftop, one hand clutching the sand covered jewellery, the other pulling down a side of his blindfold as he watches you entangle yourself in the arms of another, laughing as he places a kiss on the top of your brow. You’re happy, that’s all that matters- still, the irony of the situation pricks at him - especially after all he did to keep you away from his world.
He had initially found himself at a loss for words when you had told him that he was the moon, and you, just a star. If you were to ask him again, Gojo would agree, but with only half of it.
He may have been the moon, but you were a galaxy full of stars and planets that harboured dreams and wishes he could never fathom. His mind kept flickering back to the constellations he littered your body with as he now watched his own disciple press kisses into the crook of your neck.
Nonetheless, he found his own lips twitching upwards- almost tragically, but the warmth in his chest was real as he saw the joy on your face. You were right; he was the moon after all. He had shone as bright as the sun itself despite not having any light of his own. Now he stood there watching the same light reflect off the dark-haired boy who held you in his arms, and suddenly, it all made sense.
Perhaps he should have found another way back then. Perhaps he shouldn’t have underestimated his ability to be able to protect you. Perhaps-
it didn’t matter now.
perhaps at the end of the day, the moon was nothing but a dreamer.
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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T
original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)
hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE
cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang
summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this.
Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.
Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.
So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.
Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.
When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?
You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?
“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”
Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?
One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.
“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”
“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?
Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”
Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.
“So, what do you think?”
What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.
“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”
Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.
You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.
***
You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.
Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.
Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.
Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.
The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”
“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”
You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.
“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”
You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”
“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”
“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”
“Are you doing anything after work?”
Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.
A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”
You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.
“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”
So, this is what the director had in mind.
Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.
You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.
One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”
“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”
“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”
You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.
“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”
You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”
Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”
You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.
***
Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.
“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.
You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.
You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.
Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.
“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.
Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.
“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”
“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”
“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”
Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.
“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”
You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”
“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”
At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?
One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.
“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.
Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”
You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”
“You should be with us.”
Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.
“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.
You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”
Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.
“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”
***
Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.
You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.
“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”
“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”
Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.
You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.
“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”
The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.
This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.
a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3
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Serenity
➳ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You run into an old friend on the way to pick up your delivery, who seems to be waiting for his pizza as well.
❥ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: joshua x female reader
❥ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: college au, fluff, slice of life
❥ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3K
➳ part of the song series
↳ I was hoping it'd be different when I saw you but it feels the same
Never changed
I was certain I'd flushed you out my system
But you're printed in my DNA
Your head slammed onto the desk as a wave of exhaustion washed through you. Professors enjoy assigning all of this work and expect it to be completed promptly. Sadly, I'm not a genie who can just wish it away.
When you turned around to face your roommate, who seemed to be in the same situation as you, a low growl came from her throat. To see if she was awake, you threw a pen at her back.
Without even looking up a small moan struggled to come out as she turned to face you.
As you stared at the disheveled state in front of you, a gasp echoed from your throat.
“Damn, you got it rough. Maybe more than me.”
She flung your pen back at you with a sly smile on her lips, dodging to the left as it hurled at your face. This was so out of character for both of you. Although both of you had great study habits in high school, junior year of college was beating your asses. Like kicking it.
You grunted as you walked over to your bed and plopped down to relieve some stress, grabbing the stray books and hurling them onto the floor
Seon-ah chuckled and twirled her pen in her chair as she examined your body, which was still but also very tense.
“Hey, how about we unwind for a while and maybe get a bite to eat? You know food will give us more energy and willpower to finish these last few class assignments. What do you say?"
She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers in an attempt to sway you. Fortunately, you just let her win today, as shown by your growling stomach. For most days, you wouldn't eat or take a rest until all of your work was completed. Was it beneficial to you? Perhaps not, but it did motivate you to complete the task quickly.
You propelled yourself up and toward your laptop, raising a fist in the air.
“What a great idea, Seon-ah; how about some pizza? I'll pay for it.”
As a thank you, she squealed and jumped up and down in her chair, giving you spontaneous heart signals.
You smiled as you rolled your eyes at her and turned your attention to the computer in front of you. It was almost as though you could taste it. The buttery fluffy crust melting in your mouth as the various spices and flavors swirl around inside. Anyway...
“I'm getting our usual Moe's pizza with pineapple and pepperoni. Will be in 15 minutes. Let the break time commence ”
Seon-ah spun around and looked at you with a worried expression on her face.
"This is not the Hunger Games, Y/N?”
You threw your pillow at her as she laughed and walked over to her side of the room, sitting down on the bed, resting her eyes.
“Wake me up when the food arrives; in the meantime, I'll get some beauty rest.”
You snickered as you returned your gaze to your phone, which you had started idly scrolling through on social media, silently saying.
“You could use it.”
“Hey, I heard that.”
Rather than waiting in your bed, you could wait near the door for easier access to the food. When you turned around and saw that Seon-ah was still sleeping, you decided to wake her up when you returned with the goodies.
You quickly gather your slides, key card, and phone, as well as a few dollars for the tip. Before heading down to the lobby to get your food, you double-checked to see if the door was locked.
You put your earbuds in and press play on your latest playlist, which included some of your favorite tracks. On the way to the downstairs lobby you did a little jig.
As you came off the stairwell, a pair of men's eyes fell on you. Not only were you dancing a little too good, but you never expected to see this person in a while. When you began walking over to him, he smiled and grinned as you quickly removed your earbuds.
“Hey there... Long time no see. I hope you didn't witness that."
He laughed and shook his head as he waved his hand at you.
“How are you doing? I saw some of it, sadly. Wonderful moves.”
It felt like your heart was racing faster than normal, something it didn't usually do unless you were taking a test. However, as you stared at him longer, things began to seep back into your heart.
You coughed and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to say something to ease the awkward tension in the air.
“So-”
“Wha-”
He laughed at you and extended his hand to you, signaling that you should begin.
“What brings you here, Joshua, at this fateful hour of ten o'clock?”
He sighed and cocked his head to the side, a habit you're never tired of seeing.
“Well, Jeonghan and I wanted to order pizza, and he agreed that I should wait downstairs for it. I think he just wanted to stay in the dorm, like a lazy ass.
You chortled.
“You did always say he was some lazy bum, but I'm shocked you stuck with him this long.”
Joshua sighed as he remembered all of the times he spent with Jeonghan and his other friends, a time when you and he were never apart.
We're going to be late for orientation if you don't hurry up, Y/N.” You mentally flipped him off and dashed out of your dorm, trying to keep all of your things in your arms as you slammed the door shut.
“Josh, you should have given me another 5 minutes.”
“An extra five minutes would have put us late, and well we...., I can't afford that
“Oh shut up Hong, shall we bring up the Milk situation, or are you done?”
Joshua came to a complete stop and rolled his eyes at you as he waited for you to catch up to him. As you laughed, he softly shoved you.
“I thought I told you not to bring that up anymore, and Seungcheol texted me and told us to meet them at the square,”
You laughed as you shook your head and grabbed Joshua's hand, pulling him towards the door.
“Well, we'd better get moving. Mr. 5 Minutes,”
He looked up from his sullen expression when he saw you looking at him. He blushed when he realized you were here, rather than in his memories
“Well, before I tell you how I'm doing, tell me how you're doing. I believe we haven't talked since Freshman year. A time"
You coughed and tapped your leg quickly, avoiding Joshua's eyes as you crossed over to the chair on the other side of him and sat down to get a closer look at him while mentally preparing some responses.
“You're right; I'm not sure why I'm so jittery. It's not like we were best friends at one point in our lives.”
When you folded your hands and mentally slapped yourself, a hushed silence fell over you both.
As you started, a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth
“Anyway, remember when I told you a long time ago when I wanted to start my business. Well, Seon-ah and I we're planning to apply to the Startup Fund next week for more details. If you know someone who enjoys such things, please forward this message to them.”
Joshua turned his body to face you further and shook his head, watching as your hand movement flowed as you continued to speak about the business concept. It's as if you two reconnected on a more simple level.
You looked up to see him studying your hand movement patterns, which made you come to a halt while you folded your hands as you turned away from his eyes.
“I apologize for rambling; I just get too excited talking about this with someone other than Seon-ah.”
“No, it's all right. You can proceed; I missed this.”
A gulp ran down his throat as he coughed, signaling that he needed some water. He excused himself and walked a few feet away from the lobby to the water fountain.
Great going Josh
You stood there watching as he walked over to the water fountain, hearing some mumbling but not understanding what he was saying. Instead of focusing on him, you turned your attention to yourself.
Y/N, you’re acting like a fool. He is, well was your friend. It's complicated, you know Joshua.
When you remembered why you were here, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. The DAMN PIZZA. You leapt to your feet and quickly opened your phone, where you discovered a text message.
Food is Delivered.
You let out a squeal as you walked over to the door and checked to see if the Pizza car was still waiting for you. You walked over to the car, gleefully handing him the money and thanking him for the meal.
You swiped your card and walked in the entrance, oblivious to Joshua and preoccupied with the food you were about to consume. You noticed something out of the corner of your eye as you heard him say.
“Y/N, what happened to us?
As a single tear fell from your eyes, you came to a halt and sighed, trying to catch your breath. You brushed it away and slowly turned to Joshua, feeling down and disappointed that your pizza had to wait.
As you began to approach Joshua, you let out a long-awaited sigh. You and he were like best friends for a long time. You'd meet in your freshman year of college and clicked right away. He not only exhibited a gentleman's aura, but he was also very accommodating and polite when you first met him. Despite the fact that he had some noisy and strange friends, they added to the magic.
Although life seemed to be so fine and enjoyable for you, things soon became hectic.
It was the day before your class's annual retreat to Jeju Island, where all Sophomores attended. Unfortunately, your presentation lasted longer than anticipated, and you were forced to give it on the day they all left. You weren't upset because this was something you'd always wanted to do, and you could see the possibilities opening up if you succeeded.
For Joshua, though, this was a missed opportunity to tell you how he felt about your relationship. His heart was in the right place, but the wording was incorrect. You'd stopped by his dorm to borrow a few things before heading to class.
“Why don't you just miss this one and come along with us on this trip?” You're going to miss out on all the fun we're having.”
You scoffed when you turned around.
“You know I can't do that; this presentation is half of my grade, and it has the potential to greatly expand my business opportunities.”
He chuckled and rolled his eyes without pausing to reflect.
“Why waste your time."
You turned around, stunned at what he had just said, and stopped looking for a jacket.
"Excuse me, wasting my time. Unlike you, I am not well-off and do not come from a wealthy family. There are still people who still have to struggle for their goals. I apologize if this is a "waste of time," but this is a serious matter and a dream of mine. You know what, fuck you and your jacket. I'll ask Seon-ah."
You rolled your eyes and walked out the door, completely deaf to his summons.
“I didn't mean it that way; I merely-”
You came to a halt and yelled back at him.
“Why don’t you just enjoy this “once in a lifetime trip” without me, and when you come back just go on without your life. I guess my priorities and life are now meaningful enough for you."
As you ran to your dorm, you shed a tear as your heart was crushed. Your last ray of hope for each other was shattered. You couldn't love someone who didn't understand the importance of your dream
The rain began to fall as you rushed into your dorm hall, weeping. At the very least, you had faith in yourself, and that is all that matters.
“If you're thinking about that incident, you should know that I didn't mean what I said at the time. That was a huge mistake on my part, and sophomore Joshua was a dick, and I really want to apologize for it. I didn't know how important this was to you until seeing it up close. I can see now how dedicated and enthusiastic you are about your business. And I genuinely want to say I am so sorry for the way I behave. That still doesn't help me understand why we didn't, you know, get back together as friends.
As you quickly turned away from him, a tear spilled from your eye, which you quickly wiped away. You smiled and raised your eyes to him. His gaze was still drawn to your altered demeanor. That was one of his best qualities: he could always tell when you weren't feeling yourself.
“Hey, if it's too difficult for you to talk about, we can just forget about it and go our separate ways, if that what ”
You went on, waving your hand at him and taking a breath.
“Well, I can only tell you my side of the story; I have no idea why. I guess I didn't mean it when I told you to stay out of my life. I guess I got caught up in the midst of it all. Even though I nailed the presentation, I apologize for blowing up at you. I know you were trying to help me relax, but sophomore me mistook it for you trying to restrain me.”
As you began to choke up your words, your breath began to hitch in your throat. Joshua came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, attempting to calm you down.
You leaped to your feet and backed away from him, wiping tears from your eyes, trying to catch your breath.
“Please-ee, just stop. Stop doing that .”
"Doing what Y/N, what is going on?"
“Why aren't you angry at me if, stop being so nice to me?"
As soon as you saw him move, you fell to your knees, weeping. He was embracing you and turning your head to see what was wrong quickly. You started spitting out words he couldn't understand. He kissed you instead of trying to learn.
“Wha-”
He cupped your face with his hands as you held on to his shirt for support. Something inside of you just exploded, and it felt as though your heart had been set free. You took a step back and realized he was tearing up. As you brushed away the stray tears. You gazed into his brown eyes as he cupped your hands and kissed them.
“I've always wanted to do that; forgive me for not asking first.
“No, it's fine; in truth, that's something I've always wanted to do.”
He gasped as he processed what you had just said and looked up at you.
“Wait, don't say you had a thing for me.”
You chuckled as you brushed away the remaining tears with your sleeve and walked back to the coach section.
“Yes, Joshua, literally half the campus has had a crush on Mr. Gentleman, although you are definitely the opposite sometimes. "
“Hey, don't try to ruin my reputation around here,” he said, laughing. “I am undoubtedly a gentleman.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his expression for a few more minutes, just soaking up the newfound bond that had just re-emerged.
Before you could take your gaze away from him, he shook his head and found your staring eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into another embrace. You had a big smile on your face the whole time, holding him tightly.
“So are we good, 'cause you were definitely into that kiss."
You slapped his chest and peered up from his chest.
“Yeah, we're good, friends again.” You extended your hand to him, and he enthusiastically shook it.
"Also I was thinking we can be more than friends."
You stopped breathing for a second and processed his request, you laughed and shoved him.
"You’ve gotta ask me out properly. I'm going to forget you said that and be more surprised when you ask again."
Joshua nodded his hand and went in for another hug. Your hand abruptly landed on his chest as you remembered.
“WAIT, OUR FOOD."
You turned around and dashed to the once-steamy box, only to find a cold but still warm pizza waiting for you. You peered at Joshua, who dashed out the door and returned with his dinner, smiling fondly at you.
“I forgot we came to get our food; I've got to get this to Seon-ah; she's probably awake and hungry.”
He grinned and walked up to you, kissing your forehead before taking your hand in his and directing you to take the lead. You laughed and blushed with embarrassment when he finally saw you in all your glory.
You hastily dragged him up the stairwell and toward your dorm. You were both awkwardly still, not wanting this moment to end. You lifted your head from your trembling hands and kissed his nose before waving goodbye and entering your room. You slid to the ground, pondering what the HELL just happened.
Joshua, on the other hand, pumped a fist in the air and headed back to his dorm, grinning from ear to ear!
You regained control and put the pizza down as you stepped forward to see a groggy Seon-ah waking up, rubbing her eyes, and yawning at you.
"Damn you took a long time, did they get our order wrong? You had better not eat without me."
You chuckled and pushed the box to the center of the table, taking a breath as you tried to process what had just happened.
“Oh, I've got something to tell you while you eat. You have no idea who I just ran into. Come closer, it's going to be a good one.
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BEAST. [Halloween Week] [P.2]
Summary: Throughout the years you’ve known Bakugou Katsuki, he’s never celebrated Halloween with you. This year seems to be an exception, and you’re not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. One day at a scare house unravels the secrets of the friend you’ve been pining after for months, and you experience horror and fear like never before.
THIS IS PART 2. FIND PART 1 HERE: BEAST P.1
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Pairing: Werewolf! Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader
Theme: Horror, fantasy, halloween, quirkless!au. [HALLOWEEN WEEK] [ONE-SHOT: PART 2]
TWs: description of graphic violence, fighting, cursing and blood.
Word Count: 3K (aprox. 3026 words)
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s the second (and final, until stated otherwise) part of BEAST! With this, I’ve concluded my part in Halloween Week! HOWEVER, please continue supporting the event and my fellow writers with REBLOGS, comments and likes!
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''Ka-Katsuki,'' your lip wobbled as you spoke. ''Are you still in there?''
The werewolf bared its teeth, growling lowly. Your heart raced as you weighed your options.
I need to get away from him. But if I run, he'll overpower me. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead.
Wolves live in packs. They work with one another. Maybe, he'll still recognize me...?
With a hard swallow, you rose from the ground. Bakugou growled and his body tensed but made no attempt to rip your body apart.
''Hey,'' you said softly, slowly reaching out a trembling hand. Bakugou growled loudly, saliva dripping from his fangs. You swallowed.
Wolves can smell fear.
Straightening your posture, you licked your lips as you forced yourself to stop trembling, and stared at Bakugou at his eyes. Time seemed to slow down as you did so. Your movements were impossibly slow, sluggish and at any moment, you could make a mistake.
''It's Y/N. You remember me, big boy?'' Slowly, you stepped closer, keeping your hand outstretched.
Surprisingly, the werewolf only grunted in response, watching your every move.
''I'm your friend. And you can be a gremlin sometimes, but you won't hurt me, right?''
You reached the beast. Your hand brushed against Bakugou's head, softly petting the fur. His chest rumbled and slowly, his body relaxed.
But just as the storm had calmed down, it picked up at full speed. A few feet away, you heard a howl from the bushes, followed by loud growling and the rustling of branches.
Bakugou immediately tensed, pushing you a few feet away and snarling towards the source of the noise. His fur tips stood up, claws gleaming in the moonlight, his beastly eyes swarming with bloodlust.
You fell to the ground- again, and staggered backward, fearing what was to come. In a blink of an eye, a large, lean werewolf leaped out of the bushes and tackled Bakugou to the ground.
A flurry of snarls, growls, and yelps filled in the air and for a second, Bakugou's eyes met yours. And they weren't pitch black, but the shining red you loved. As he yelped, you swore you heard his voice intertwine with the whine, yelling at you to leave.
Nearly tripping on your own feet, you raced out of the forest, even as you heard Bakugou yelp. It made your heart squeeze from the worry, but all you could think about was escaping the forest.
Branches scraped your arms as you ran through the forest, and you nearly wept out of joy when you left the trees behind and stepped onto cracked concrete.
Your foot slapped against the road as you raced further away from the forest, following the road signs until you reached a familiar looking neighborhood. Home.
You don't remember how you must've looked as you arrived home, with scratches and scars, twigs and branches in your hair, and a look of absolute fear on your face, but surprisingly, your parents weren't home, so it was one less problem.
Since it was the weekend, you had been planning to sleep in all day and try to recover from whatever the hell happened yesterday. The images still flashed in your mind, all of them blending together- the scare house, Bakugou's horrific transformation, the gruesome fight. Your stomach wouldn't stop churning.
Around the afternoon, the doorbell rang. You heard your parents shout and fight earlier, but ultimately left around ten in the morning. Groaning, you buried your face deeper into the blankets, deciding to ignore whoever was at the door.
But then the doorbell rang again. And again, and again, until it kept ringing consecutively for minutes.
''Go the fuck away!'' You shouted from your bed, hoping it would reach the stranger's ears.
Maybe it did, but they didn't care. The doorbell continued ringing, and you buried your mouth in a pillow and screamed into it.
After a few minutes, you regained your composure and went towards the front door. Surprisingly, they were still there. You froze when you met familiar red eyes.
It was Bakugou. He was holding an orange plastic bag in one hand, his other scratching his neck nervously. When he saw the door swing open, his eyes widened for a second.
''Hey.'' He said gruffly. Even as he retained his cool and careless composure, you could see the sweat trailing down his forehead, and his left shoe tapping the floor anxiously. There were some stitches and bandages on his face that weren't there yesterday.
''What- what are you doing here?'' You asked, wondering whether if this was the end of your friendship or not.
Bakugou swallowed. ''We need to talk.''
You bit the inside of your cheek before reluctantly nodding.
''Okay. Come on in.''
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
''What do you remember?'' Was the first thing he said as the two of you sat at the dining table.
You snorted, tapping your fingers on the table. ''Bakugou, I was scared, but I didn't go into a coma. I remember...everything.'' You swallowed thickly. He remained silent. You pressed your lips in a thin line.
''What...why didn't you tell me about it before?''
He scoffed dryly, raising an eyebrow in amusement. ''Wouldja have believed me if I did?''
You shrugged, before pondering it for a few moments. ''Yeah, you're right. That was a dumb question.''
Katsuki chuckled, before shoving the mysterious object in front of you.
''What is this?'' You questioned as you examined the bag.
''It's for you, obviously.'' His snarky comment made you smile.
When you opened the bag, your smile grew wider. It was hundreds, if not thousands of candy, the type you'd get after trick or treating at dozens of houses.
''Look, I know... yesterday didn't go as planned, a lot of weird shit happened, and I'm sorry.''
You giggled. ''You don't say?'' The blonde snorted and rolled his eyes.
When he moved, you noticed how he softly winced and clutched his ribs. Your eyes widened and you leaned over the table to examine his face and chest.
''Oh god. You're hurt from yesterday, aren't you?''
Bakugou shrugged you off, avoiding your gaze. ''It's nothin'. Just got roughed up a bit.''
You frowned, rising from your seat and walked towards him, grabbing his face in your hands. You didn't notice how his face went warm.
''This is my fault,'' you murmured, brushing your thumb on his cheek.
''If I hadn't suggested going to that stupid scare house, you would've been at home, you would've been safe-,'' You stopped when Bakugou's hands reached for yours and wrapped around yours.
''Shut up, dummy.'' He furrowed his eyebrows. ''It's not your fault. If I hear you blame yourself one more time, I'm going to smack some sense into you. Got it?''
You laughed softly. Between soft laughter and comforting words, you hadn't noticed how close you'd gotten to him, or how easily you'd slid onto his lap.
''Bakugou...it doesn't matter. You're hurt. Let me help you.''
''No.'' His tone was firm and for some reason, angered you. ''I'm fine. Just fucking drop it.''
''No, you drop the act,'' you snapped back. ''Can't you just let me help you?''
The blonde's face hardened. ''I hid this from you for years, because it's not fucking safe for you. This is my shitty problem, so stop nagging.''
You slipped out of his lap, crossing your arms over your chest. ''Bakugou, even if I wouldn't have believed you, you could've told me. Look, I don't know how this works, but I could've been there for you. I could've helped.''
He growled and rose from the chair, meeting your determined gaze.
''No, I don't need your fucking help. I'm fine.''
Maybe it was his constant refusal, or yesterday's events, or the screaming match your parents had in the morning, but you lost it. You lost the reins to your control and exploded. Grinding your teeth together, you rose from his lap and stepped back.
''You're fine?!'' You shouted, slamming a fist on the table. ''Bakugou, you're a werewolf for christ's sake! And I didn't even know until yesterday! You got hurt yesterday, you need help!'' He scowled and opened his mouth to protest, but you raised a hand.
''No. You listen to me, Bakugou Katsuki. You kept this secret for me for years, and who knows, you might be hiding something else!'' You cried out, rubbing your forehead.
''Don't you trust me?! I've been in love with you for so long, and-,'' A sudden warm and soft pair of lips pressing against yours froze your sentence midway.
Bakugou's hands slid to your hips and you quickly melted into the kiss, looping your hands around his neck. He pressed you closer, lips dancing and communicating in a way neither of you could do verbally.
''I'm sorry,'' he said breathlessly. ''It's so hard for me to say this but fuck- I'm sorry. I know that you're going through a shitty time and this isn't helping.''
Both of you pulled away, chests heaving and swollen lips.
''Shut up,'' you murmured as your hands tangled themselves in his spiky blond hair. ''Shut up and kiss me again.''
Bakugou was quick to comply with your wishes.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Who knew that an angry discussion would end out in a makeout session, followed by the official start of your romantic relationship with Bakugou Katsuki?
''Oi, Y/N,'' Bakugou knocked on your open door as he stepped inside your bedroom. You beamed and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek, to which he replied the same. You grinned when you saw his face redden.
''Glad you could make it. I have your costume here!'' You rushed to your closet, but Bakugou held you back and squeezed your arm. You raised an eyebrow.
''What is it, Katsuki?''
He scratched the back of his neck, before revealing a neatly wrapped black square.
''I...'' He cleared his throat, averting his gaze. ''I got you something.''
Your heart softened. ''Oh, you didn't have to get me anything. What did you get me?''
The blonde placed the wrapped black box in your hands and shoved his hands in his pockets. He didn't respond and instead walked over to your bed and sat on the edge.
''How the fuck am I supposed to know?'' He snorted. ''It's yours, so fucking open it.''
His crude language made you snicker. You took a seat next to him and began to unwrap it. Your jaw slackened as you pulled out the brand new, expensive-looking dress and black, sleek, and shiny cloak.
''I saw that your costume...got turned to shit. So you can use that one, I tried to find the same dress.''
Shocked, you remained silent for several minutes. The dress looked far more expensive than your original one, with richer colors and fabric, as well as the cloak.
Bakugou shifted uncomfortably and you heard him scratch his neck. ''Or not. Do whatever the fuck you want with it, I don't give a-,'' You didn't give him the time to finish his sentence as you launched yourself on him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
''Thank you,'' your voice was muffled by the blonde's chest. His body stiffened by your embrace, but slowly, hesitantly returned your hug.
''Tch. It's-it's not a problem.'' As you hugged him tightly, Bakugou was vaguely concerned whether you'd hear his racing heart, somersaulting, and fluttering at your proximity.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the two of you pulled away. You quickly shooed Bakugou out of the room to dress and prepare your costume. Once you were done, you opened the door and allowed him inside once again.
''Alright, you ready to go?'' He gave you a once over and his face slightly reddened. ''You-you look good. Let's go.'' Katsuki grabbed your hand, but you stepped back.
''No!'' You said with a mischievous grin. ''You're dressing up as well.''
His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. ''What? Of course not. I'm not taking part in this shitty holiday.''
You gasped, grabbing ahold of him and pushing him down on your bed.
''It's not a shitty holiday. Now hush, while I find the perfect costume.''
The blonde grumbled and complained loudly, but made to attempt to leave.
''You have to do this,'' you said as you fussed in your closet, digging and searching through years worth of clothing.
Bakugou scowled. ''Tch. Out of all the things you want to do, trick or treating is the most important one?''
You quickly turned around and beamed in agreement. ''Yeah! Yesterday was weird, to say the least,'' He snickered in response. ''But today will be different. We're going to go trick or treating, and you're going to enjoy it.''
The blonde huffed and smirked as he watched you move back and forth in your closet.
''Aha!'' You grinned as your hands wrapped around the year-old ears, collar, and tail, and pulled them out of the basket. Alongside, you picked up the other part of the costume, folded neatly into squares.
''Here's your costume,'' You shoved them in Bakugou's outstretched hands.
''You've gotta be fucking kidding me.''
You cackled at his stone face. ''I'm not. Now hurry up, I want to see how you look in them.''
With a loud, animalistic growl, Bakugou marched out of your room and locked himself in the bathroom. You couldn't stop giggling as you heard him curse and mutter while dressing.
Once the door swung open, you sat upright on your bed and waited with expectant eyes.
Bakugou marched into your room with a sneer. You nearly squealed in delight. He was wearing a pair of dark brown wolf ears, a red collar with some loose chains, a long olive green parka that was ripped at the edges, a plain white teeshirt, loose jeans, and a dark brown tail attached to his behind to top it off.
You clapped your hands slowly with an everlasting grin on your face.
''You look... divine!''
Bakugou sneered. ''Out of all the humiliating costumes you could've picked, you decided to go with the most ironic one, didn't you?'' He huffed, before shaking his head and sliding his hand into yours. ''Come on dumbass, let's go trick or treating.''
With an excited giggle, the two of you left the house and stepped outside. Houses were decorated with Halloween objects, orange, purple, and yellow fairy lights, hanging ghosts and skeletons, and the wealthier ones had impressive equipment such as a groaning zombie android.
Children of all ages shuffled past you, in a swarm of hundreds of colors and costumes, each of them running toward houses with an incomparable amount of passion and excitement. You heard squeals, giggles, laughter, and the often ''Trick or treat!''
''C'mon, let's go!'' Tugging Bakugou forward and your orange pumpkin bag hanging on your other arm, the two of you raced forward.
Hours went by as you walked house from house, and your bag grew heavier with every house you visited. Bakugou would barely speak when approaching a house and resigned to keeping watch over you.
''Come on, Katsu, you have to enjoy the night!'' You complained as the two of you strode to a small park, deciding to take a small break and sit on the swings.
''I am.'' He replied dryly and you sighed, shaking your head.
''How much candy do you have?'' He opened his bag of candy. It was only a fourth of what you had collected.
You clicked your tongue.
''We can't take a break, you need more candy.'' Bakugou shook his head.
''No, I need a break from hearing those screaming brats,'' he grumbled, throwing his head back. You laughed softly.
The screams and squeals of children were distant, and the wind softly blew past you as nearby crickets chirped. Some people lingered by in the small park but weren't too close.
''You're such an old man,'' you teased with a playful grin.
Bakugou growled. ''Fuck no! I am not-what the hell?!'' Shocked, the two of you glanced back, only to see a small pomeranian dog growling, teeth clamped around Bakugou's green parka.
''You little shithead!'' The blonde growled. He abruptly stood up and attempted to grab the parka, but the dog was persistent. It growled loudly, tail wagging as it tugged at the parka.
You sputtered out a loud laugh, eyes wide as you watched the bizarre interaction.
''Fuck off!'' Despite Bakugou's aggressiveness, you noticed how he made no attempts to harm the dog.
''Oh my god! I'm so sorry!'' A squeaky voice interrupted your observation and you watched a young girl dressed as a bee rush forward, quickly picking up the biting dog in her arms.
''Fucking control your dog!'' Bakugou snapped as he brushed his parka. ''I don't want to see this shit again.''
The girl swallowed before nodding and running off. You sighed, shaking your head in disapproval.
''You could've been nicer to her, she's just a kid.''
The blonde grunted. He sat back down on the swing.
'Whatever. Next time.'' You snorted.
''I understand why the dog went after you, though.'' Swinging back and forth, you grinned at Katsuki. He raised an eyebrow, unamused.
''One dog recognizes another, don't they?'' His eyes widened and before he could get his hands on you, you giggled and raced off, leaving the park and Bakugou behind you.
''You little sh-HEY! Get back here, Y/N!'' You laughed loudly as you raced past crowds of children and decorated houses. Just as you thought you had outrun him, a pair of strong and heavy arms wrapped around you and turned you around.
Smiling sheepishly, you looped your arms around Bakugou's neck. His vermilion eyes were still blazing, but with a playful look.
''Getting cocky now, aren't you?'' He smirked, hands grabbing your hips. You tilted your head to the side with a small smile.
''Maybe.''
The blonde snorted. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours until they were completely pressed together, chasing after each other.
A loud ''Eww!'' broke you apart and you stifled a giggle as Bakugou glared down at the child who had interrupted your moment. The child quickly scrambled away.
You smiled, brushing your nose against Bakugou's.
''Happy Halloween, Katsuki.''
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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Four [Pt. 1]
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I exhale, turning to look at Nikki where he's laying beside me, a sickly pale tone to his skin, his black hair tangled, his hand that is clinging to mine, covered in tracks, the same appearance as his other hand.
I can't help but wonder if I bathed him if he'd wake up. He reeks, and he's rough looking, only adding to my guilt.
Fred gave him a sleeping pill to ease him off of his coke high--he's been freebasing again, just cooking it up in the room's microwave.
I don't know what the hell to do about him.
I wish I did.
Turning over to face him, I brush his bangs out of his eyes, my fingertips lightly dusting over his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes.
They were supposed to play tonight, but said Nikki came down with the flu and added the show to the second round of U.S. tours lined up for early next year.
The Nikki I knew would have never put drugs over his music, his fans, and especially not his relationship.
But, the Nikki I knew also wouldn't have cheated on me…
It's been hard to accept the fact that the Nikki I fell in love with six years ago, isn't around anymore.
1981
I finish getting my church dress back on, grinning at Nikki as he gets his pants laced back up, the both of us glancing at each other in the back of my car.
"What's mommy and daddy gonna say when I send their girl back home all turned out?" He asks me, smugly, and I put my heels back on, scoffing.
"Gee, just come home with me and find out." I shrug.
"I'll pass." He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure they'd love you." I nudge him with my elbow.
"Your mom would piss her granny-panties." He argues, wrinkling his nose a little and I just blink at him.
"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure my dad would like you." I inform him.
"Like hell he does." He says to himself and I just let out a breath.
"So…" I say after a few seconds of silence and he nods a little, awkward tension filling the air around us.
"...Well." He lets out in the same tone.
"Good freaking night." I go to open the car door, irritated that he doesn't offer up to hangout and do stuff other than fool around, slamming the door shut.
"Hey, what's up?" He asks me, getting out next, standing by the driver's door, blocking my way.
"Nothing. I'll see you later." I mumble, nudging him out of my way, opening my door but he's quickly shutting it before I can.
"Viv, what's--"
"--I'm gonna start charging you to sleep with me." I state blatantly and his hazel eyes widen, a shit eating smirk on his lips as he chuckles out, "what?"
"You'd think since we have sex with each other so often it'd at least make us friends, but all you wanna do when we hangout is screw around and then go do whatever with the guys." I tell him. "And, no, this isn't me being a 'typical girl' and developing feelings for you just because we've had sex. It's me being tired of feeling like I'm just being used to get you off."
"I'm being used to get you off so it's a win-win, is it not?"
"You sound like Vince." I snap. "All that's happening is I screw you, you screw me, we leave, and don't talk until we're both horny again."
"Is that not how this works?"
"The least we can do is get food afterwards or something." I suggest.
"...Like a date?"
I gag at the thought.
"Ew, no." I tell him and he looks confused. "Like, um...I don't know. But since I don't hate you enough to not hook up with you, anymore, I think we could at least get to know who we're hooking up with a little better."
"Friends with benefits?" He clarifies.
"No, no, we're not friends." I point out and he let me get in my car.
"I'll see you tomorrow night?" He throws out and I nod. "Wear something pretty--we're going to McDonald's." He smugly smiles and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh.
I'm shaking the memory away when there's a knock at the door and I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Nikki, slipping my hand from his as my feet hit the hotel carpet.
I open the door, seeing Mick.
"They wanted us to go ahead and start getting our stuff together to leave." He informs me. "Apparently Guns has some solo shows at some clubs nearby so they're staying behind and we'll back up with them tomorrow night." He informs me and I nod, smiling softly, before he lets out a small breath. "I know you're hurt, and you've got every right to be, but would it not make more sense to file for divorce before you move on, as opposed to moving on before you even really know if you're gonna leave or not?" He asks next, under his breath so Nikki has no way of hearing it.
"Ask your married girlfriend that before you come at me with it, Mick, alright?" I ask him neutrally, shutting the door in his face before stepping back to the bed, hesitant to wake Nikki up but doing it anyway so we won't be late.
I wasn't shocked when Mick let on that he knew about Duff and I because, like with me and Nikki, he just knew when something was up.
Looking back, Mick had a point, but at that time he was the last person I wanted to hear it from, because Emi wasn't estranged from her husband, or even on bad terms with him. She was just cheating for whatever reason while her husband stayed in the blissful dark. Mick was "the other woman" therefore he had no place to speak to me about my relationship with Duff.
"Nikki, get up, we gotta get packed." I gently shake him and he groans out.
"Baby, let me sleep." He mumbles, eyes squeezed closed, face scrunching slightly for a second.
"We gotta be in L.A. in seven hours, c'mon." I nudge at him again, and his red eyes open, disgruntled, taking a moment before sitting up.
"I did it again last night?" He asks me, rubbing the crust from his eyes as I slip my slippers on.
"Yep."
"Are they pissed?"
"They're worried." I inform him. "I'm worried, too." I add, stepping to the door.
"I'm fine." He says after me.
"Glad to hear it." I open the door, taking a moment to add, "and I'm not 'baby' to you anymore," before leaving.
I get to my room and get my things packed, being interrupted by a knock at the door.
When I get it open, Duff is on the other side, wearing nothing but his underwear.
"I think I left my necklace in here." He tells me and I step aside, watching him grab it from the bedside table before he turns to me and says, "so, you guys are leaving tonight?" He asks me.
"Yeah." I nod. "Gotta go watch Vince walk down the aisle."
He chuckles and I do, too, realizing how ironic the reality of it is.
"...Is, um...Nikki okay?" He cautiously questions.
"Yeah." I nod. "I'm sorry I didn't go back to your room last night, I just thought it'd be best if he eased off before I went to bed and then I accidentally fell asleep before I could leave so…"
"No, no, Viv, it's fine. You still care about him, even though he's shitty sometimes he's still the guy you've been with for the past six years. I'm not upset that you're making sure he's okay." He nods reassuringly.
Before I can say "okay", there's another knock at my door, and I step to it and open it, Tommy and Vince waiting for me.
"Ya ready?" Tommy asks, him and Vince both wearing sunglasses.
"Yeah." I reply, going to zip my suitcase, Tommy following in after me to grab it, taking a double take when he notices Duff.
"Hey, man."
"Hey." Duff replies, rubbing the back of his neck, before looking to Vince. "Vinnie, you ready to walk down that aisle?" He asks him with a smile.
"Yeah, just so Sharise will stop bitching about wedding details." He responds with a groan in his tone and Duff chuckles. "But her and Skylar are coming back with me for a honeymoon so just be on your best behavior--not that you aren't most times." He adds.
"Nah, I'll give Slash and Stevie the heads up, though." He assures him.
"Thanks, dude." Vince says back.
"Alright, see you when we get back." Tommy says, patting at Duff's shoulder.
"See ya." Duff says to them as they head out.
"I gotta pee and I'll be down." I lie.
Vince looks at me, oddly, with a small bit of hesitance before he shuts the door and I rub my lips and look at Duff, fumbling with my fingers.
"You're not breaking up with me already, are you?" He repeats what I asked him before and I smile and shake my head.
"No, no." I grab his hand and tug him closer to me and he kisses my hair, wrapping his arms around me, tightly, and I rest my cheek against his skin.
"Just have a safe flight, try not to kill anyone." He tells me and I nod.
"I love you." I tell him, looking up at him.
"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, pulling away too soon. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"See you tomorrow night." I agree, taking a mental picture of his soft grin.
The next day was spent scrambling to keep everyone together--especially Nikki--because Sharise deserved one day to be with Vince without a fight...little did I know the only fight that would occur would be between Vince and I, and not him and Nikki, like I feared.
"Okay," I straighten her veil, examining her dress one last time as she hands me my bouquet, "you look beautiful, Sharise." I assure her and she continues nitpicking possible flaws in the mirror.
"I know we're already married so this is just a vow renewal or whatever but I'm nervous." She admits to me, fanning at herself a little.
"There's no reason to be." I tell her.
"Where's Sky?"
"With your parents."
"Where's Tansy?"
"Getting her dress on."
"Where's Nikki?"
"In the bathroom."
"In the bathroom or shooting up?"
"In the bathroom. Tommy's on smack watch."
"Okay." She lets out a breath, trying to calm down. "Vince...is he--"
"He's ready to walk when you are." As I say this, the door opens and Nikki and Tansy come in.
"Sharise, the wedding party's waiting for you." Tansy tells her a little shakily.
I think she's beginning to withdrawal.
"Alright. Okay." Sharise inhales and exhales.
"You got this." I promise her.
"You're right." She nods and I help her with her dress as she heads to the door.
Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and a couple other guys I've never met that are good friends of Sharise and Vince are wearing their tuxes with a hot pink sash, to match the bridesmaids knee length, hot pink dresses with black tull underlying the skirt.
We file into line, Nikki and getting in front of Sharise since she's appointed me with Matron of honor.
"You showered." I mumble to Nikki, impressed.
"Tommy threatened to spray me off with a water hose. I didn't feel like being cold." He mumbles and I scoff as the music starts, the doors opening to lead outside, where we have to walk down stone stairs to meet in a spacious courtyard.
"I'm getting war flashbacks." He says next once it's our turn to start walking.
"From our wedding, yeah, me freaking too." I reply in a hiss.
"I was gonna say from Tommy's wedding but sure." He scoffs bitterly.
"Just don't leave this one every fifteen minutes to slip into the bathroom and shoot up." I ignore his comment, the arm that my hand is looped through tenses up and I can feel him glaring at me through his sunglasses.
"Don't be a fucking bitch." He tells me as we step down the stairs and approach the guests, seeing Vince and the other groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for us.
"Little late for that." I point out.
"And our wedding wasn't even that bad, Viv." He randomly cuts back to our initial back and forth and I fake a smile for the crowd, speaking through my teeth to reply, "Wish I could say the same for the months to follow it."
We separate at the alter, and I push my feelings aside when I look to see Sharise stepping down the stairs, looking stunning as ever.
When she gets down here, I'm straightening the back of her dress as she takes Vince's hands.
The ceremony doesn't take very long, and once the reception comes and all the pictures are done with being taken, I'm ready to get out of this dress--but it's not ready for me to get out of it.
I grind my teeth, dreading asking this bastard for help, but I know he's got his knife and the zipper of my dress is stuck.
"Nikki," I tap at his shoulder as he downs another glass of wine.
"What?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I ask him and he suddenly bursts into laughter.
"I'd rather fuck a pot of boiling hot oil than fuck you." He tells me.
"No, asshole, I mean literally help me get this off because the zipper is stuck." I explain.
"Oh." He says, turning me to look at it. "Yeah, I guess." He stands up and I head to the bathroom as he pulls his pocket knife from his pocket.
Once we get to the bathroom, I'm pulling my arms from the sleeves the best I can before I look at him.
"Just go to sawing away here." I point to the seam that's three-fourths zipped.
He starts cutting at it, and it soon gets looser and looser to the point there should be plenty of room to finish pushing it down my hips...and I would if his hands weren't steadily holding at my bare sides, his eyes on my back as I look at him in the mirror and wait for him to snap back into reality.
He never does, and I'm forced to clear my throat to whisk the tension away.
"Um, I got it from here." I tell him, hinting that his hands on my skin aren't needed.
He just looks at me in the mirror and holds at them tighter, making me go to hit at the tops of his hands, only I realize this is one of the few moments he probably finds peace in because he can pretend, even for a second, that everything isn't screwed sideways.
I just rest my palms over his hands, making eye contact with him in the mirror, looking us over, and I smile sadly, realizing we won't ever be those people again.
After his moment is finished, he's gently patting my sides before taking a step back and putting his knife back into his pocket.
"Thanks, again." I say to him before he goes. "No problem." He mumbles, stepping out.
I rush back to the bridal suite to avoid being seen half naked, to change into a more comfortable dress.
As soon as I shut the door, I turn around and see Vince nursing a beer, and I jump.
"Jesus, Vince!" I snap at him, taking a deep breath and he rolls his eyes for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, peeling the dress down my legs, not caring that he's getting an eyeful of me in nothing but skimpy panties since he's seen me completely naked in the pictures of me that Nikki's shown off to him.
"Hiding from my in laws." He replies, taking another sip of beer.
"You're not supposed to be drinking." I remind him.
"Who's gonna tell them?" He asks me, raising his brows.
"Doesn't matter if the state doesn't know--God knows. That's who you'll have to answer to in the end."
"Oh-Oh, my fuck." He chuckles out, his tongue swiping the inside of his bottom lip.
"What? You think standing before God and being confronted with the fact you're still drinking after killing your friend in a drunk driving accident is funny?" I hiss at him.
"I think the bible warns against becoming a drunkard but doesn't it also say, "you must not commit adultery'?"
My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide, and he stands up from his spot on the fluffy parlor chair.
"So you can give me shit about killing Razzle and still drinking, but every time the sweat on Duff's back dries after he's done fucking you, it's just another nail being hammered into Nikki's coffin, once he finds out." He says, pointing at me with the hand holding at his bottle. "And that blood's gonna be on your hands." He adds. "Not mine."
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Westwood Road
Word count: 3k+
Summary: It’s your average high school romance. The boy meets a girl who accepts him despite his hidden secret, and in turn he changes her. But what happens when she’s got her own little secret?
A/N: Hi! This story represents a lot of milestones for me as this is both my first commission and my first attempt at romance! I hope you like it!
He’s running late. It’s a character flaw of his, really. A problem he’s never been able to correct, no matter how many alarms he set to go off in time. This time though, it isn’t just some unimportant thing he’s late for, oh no.
Today, he’s meeting her parents.
He takes a sharp turn down her street, the street people normally avoid. He doesn’t have time to think about the warnings he’s gotten about this old gravel road. He has somewhere to be.
He finally decides to slow down a bit in order to ensure he doesn’t pass up his destination by mistake. Slowing down to what feels like a snail’s pace, he pays close attention to each disheveled home he passes by, looking out for the house that was described to him.
Luckily, he didn’t have to look particularly hard, as she was standing outside the very place he was looking for, waiting for him to arrive.
He slows his vehicle to a stop and jumps out immediately, trying to make up every second he may have lost. Running over to where she stands, he tries to rush out an apology, explaining his situation. Instead of lashing out as he fears, she offers him a serene, almost eerie, smile. She assures him he’s right on time, and takes his hand to lead him inside.
~
How they met was something straight out of a romantic comedy.
He was running late, of course, to a special event at his local video game store. He insists it’s not his fault this time, really, it’s not. He’s got a reputation to uphold, he can’t be caught hanging out with a bunch of people who’ve never even been to prom without a group of friends rather than a date, he rationalizes. He’s ducking around corners and hiding behind telephone poles in a borderline cartoonish manner, hoping he won’t run into someone from school, specifically anyone he’s on a team with.
After finally arriving at the store, he can finally drop his elaborate manner of movement, certain that he’ll run into no trouble here. Upon arrival, he spots the table set up for the event he’s attending, already surrounded by others who are there for the same reason he is. He scans the scene quickly, looking for a place to sit, and his eyes find an empty seat next to a girl.
He thinks nothing of it and takes a seat next to her, offering her a small smile when he does. It’s only when she turns to look at him that he realizes he knows her from somewhere. Perhaps he’s seen her in the store before, though he isn’t quite sure.
Today’s event is for a game tournament. It’s a relatively popular game, if the attendance of this event is anything to go by. After the order of the tournament is decided, he’s careful not to take his eyes off his other opponents' game play, hoping to catch on to any tricks they may have.
The girl he had sat next to doesn’t appear to have any particular strategy. Unlike her more animated competitors, she remains calm, her expression blank.
Eventually, after making his way up the tournament bracket, he finds himself facing her in the final. He’s nervous, having been unable to learn anything about her potential, but can tell that she’s skilled.
“I’m nervous,” she says suddenly, “You’re really good.”
He’s caught off guard. She hasn’t spoken a word this entire time, and he’s certain he’s only gotten this far by luck. All he can do is offer her a sheepish smile, before the game begins.
He’s feeling a little misled by the time their turn concludes. Not only was he utterly destroyed, but their match was the shortest out of all the others, lasting a measly two minutes. She’s given her prize, a gift card to be used in the store, and immediately stands from her seat, presumably to begin her shopping with her newly earned funds.
He finds himself following after her, not to berate her or accuse her of cheating like some people his age might do, but rather to ask how the hell she managed to do what she did in such a fashion. He finds her looking at the old used games, likely because of their relatively low price range compared to the rest of the items in the store.
He’s unsure how to approach her, the first time he’s ever been nervous about such a thing. He can’t quite place it, but something about her is making him feel sheepish and insecure in a way. It’s when he finally decides what he’ll start with, a simple “hello” that he sees her pick up an old game he recalls from childhood. Immediately, he calls out to her, seeming to startle her, and explains the relationship he has with the game.
“It’s one of the first games I ever owned,” he elaborates. “I’ve never even gotten to complete it. Haven’t seen the cartridge in years.”
The girl seems to consider his words. “What if I let you borrow it? After I’m done with it, of course.”
He lights up at her offer. “I would love that!” He says, albeit a little loudly, attracting the attention of other patrons in the store. Taking note, he lowers his voice. “But how would I know to get it back from you, and how would I return it?”
“Well, it is the twenty-first century after all. I could just give you my number.” He cringes at himself, realizing how clueless he must seem.
“Right, yea, we could do that.” He moves to take her phone to enter his number before pausing. “Wait. Do you mind keeping this a secret?”
“I mean, sure,” she says, clearly confused by his odd request, “Can I ask why?”
“No one knows I do things like this, it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. If people found out, my reputation would be ruined.” He expects her to get angry. To tell him he has no respect for the hobby or the people who play professionally.
Instead, she laughs.
“What year is this? Dude, everyone plays video games these days. What, do you think you’re gonna get bullied if you tell your friends you like Mario?” She laughs again, and he decides he likes the sound of it.
“It’s a long story, alright? Just promise me you won’t say anything,” he says, trying to preserve what little dignity he has left after today.
“Fine, fine. I’ll keep your dirty little secret,” she says. She hands him his phone, and he quickly inputs his name and number. Upon finishing, he looks up and hands the phone back to her. Though, he’s afraid to make eye contact, so instead he finds himself watching the fly that seems to have appeared out of nowhere.
“How long do you think it’ll take for you to finish?” He asks, trying to shift the conversation back.
“Not sure,” she says with a shrug. “I’ve never played, could be weeks, months even. But I’ll get back to you as soon as I finish.” He nods, already eager to talk to her again.
Three days later, he receives a message.
~
What had begun as a simple exchange had quickly turned into a friendship between the two of them. The two of them clicked better than he had ever expected. Upon talking more to her, he realizes she looked familiar because they have a few classes together. He worries that she’ll be upset that he didn’t know her, but instead she laughs it off.
They’ve made it a weekly tradition now to meet once every week at the game store where they first met. They talk about their favorite releases, look at new equipment that the store has gotten in, and comb over the clearance section, hoping to get their hands on a cheap game or two.
This time, though, his luck appears to have run out.
The two of them are making their way around the store, looking for a particular pair of headphones that professional gamers swear is the best product in the business. Upon examining them, deciding they won’t look at the price tag just yet, he hears a familiar voice call out his name.
He looks up, and is met with the confused expression of his teammate.
“What are you doing here?” He asks.
“I’m looking for some game for my brother, he’s got his heart set on it so I’m getting it as a Christmas gift. What are you doing here?”
He stutters, trying to come up with an explanation, when she peers from behind him to see what the sudden commotion is about.
“It’s a game store, can’t you read?” She asks, obviously irritated by the interruption. “Why don’t you look for what you came here for and mind your business?”
He’s shocked by her sudden outburst, and when he turns to look at her, she’s back to browsing the shelves as if nothing happened.
“You’re here with her too? Man, you really must be desperate for something to do,” the other boy responds, unphased by her words.
“What’s wrong with her?” He lets slip immediately, wanting to return the favor.
“You’re telling me you haven’t heard? She lives on Westwood Road. You know, that old freaky abandoned road at the edge of town?”
“So what?”
“What do you mean, so what?” The boy balks. “That place is haunted, no sane person would ever live there, besides, even ignoring the fact that she’s probably some undead weirdo, this place is for nerds.”
He moves to say something, but a fearful expression briefly moves past the other boy’s face, and he’s backing away.
“You know what? Forget it. I won’t tell anyone I saw you, just keep that freak away from me.” He turns around and quickly moves to another part of the store.
“Well,” she says, drawing his attention back to her, “that was something.”
He profusely apologizes to her, which she brushes off and insists is fine. She continues her shopping, deciding she’ll buy the overpriced headset she’s heard so much, and he asks when he’ll be allowed to borrow them.
~
It had been a few months since the incident, and rather than growing farther apart like he feared, they’d actually grown much closer. They spend almost every day together now, whether it be just goofing off or working on school assignments together. With spring break underway, today is one of their goofing off days.
He decides that today he’s going to ask her to go to prom with him.
He doesn’t really have a plan, deciding he’ll keep it simple and wing it rather than some big display of affection. He’ll wait for the right moment, and then he’ll ask her and hope he doesn’t get rejected.
They’re at a local diner now, having decided after last time that if they get confronted again that they can handle it. He’s listening to her explain the plot of a game she’s been struggling with lately. She’s clearly frustrated, having never struggled with a game before, and he finds it endearing.
“Will you go to prom with me?” He asks, not realizing he’s said anything until she stops ranting, a shocked expression appearing on her face.
“What did you just say?”
“I was just thinking, since we’ve been hanging out so much. I don’t know, I don’t really talk to any other girls and I really like spending time with you and I just thought-“
She cuts off his rambling by throwing a napkin at his face, a small smile gracing her lips.
“Relax, already. I just wanted to see you freak out a little,” she chuckles lightly. “I’d love to go with you.”
He lets out a sigh of relief, pulling another laugh from her.
“I really thought you’d reject me for a second there.”
“Do you really take me as being that heartless?”
“Heartless isn’t the word I’d use.”
“Intimidating?”
“That’s the one.”
They continue to talk for hours on end, until the street lights outside the diner turn on. Another fly appears in his field of vision, though his focus this time is entirely on her.
~
“What are you smiling about?” She asks, having stopped at her front door, waiting for him to snap back from whatever thought he was having.
“Remember prom?” She laughs immediately.
“Yea, how could I forget the wonky chocolate fountain they had that got all over everyone’s clothes?”
“I still can’t believe I talked you into going to an after party.”
“Listen, I heard there was a pool, I wasn’t about to say no.”
The two of them laugh again, reminiscing on the night they decided to make their relationship official.
“C’mon,” she says, suddenly much quieter, “let’s head in.”
He follows her through the door, and is met with a surprisingly nice house compared to the disheveled appearance. There’s a few paintings hung up on the wall, and an old fireplace lit in the living room.
He makes his way through the house, curiosity overtaking his thoughts that he may be acting a bit rude for digging around. He finds a decently sized kitchen, and a dining room straight out of a centuries old painting.
While he looks around, she’s following him slowly, hoping the old furniture is enough to distract him from her presence. She lifts the weapon above her head and, right as he moves to turn around, brings it down on his head.
~
He wakes up after what feels like days, when in reality it’s only been about an hour. His head is throbbing, and when he tries to move, he finds himself unable to, his hands having been tied behind him. He’s in a dark room, barely able to see anything as his visions adjusts to the lack of light. The smell of sulfur invades his nostrils, worsening his headache.
“You’re awake, I see. I thought you’d be out for at least another hour or two.”
He hears her voice before he sees her. When she steps forward, he notices something is different. Her demeanor has changed, and he finds himself sitting up in the chair he’s tied to.
“What happened? Where are we? Are you okay?”
“How sweet, you’re worried about me?” She sighs, “Don’t do that, my dear boy. You’re starting to make me feel a little bad for what’s about to happen.”
He’s about to ask her what she means, when she speaks again.
“Oh, have you not figured it out yet? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This has been one of my most successful catches, after all.”
“Catches?” He asked, still not understanding.
“Must I explain everything?” She shrugs. “Fine, I suppose I can tell you how you’ll be dying.” His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to scream when she interrupts him. “Don’t bother, we’re underground. No one will hear you.”
“What the hell is going on? Who are you?”
“I have many names. It’d be easier if you think of me as the one I already gave you.”
“Why am I tied up? What are you doing?”
“Well in order to get to that, we’ll have to start from the beginning, wouldn’t you agree?” He doesn’t respond. “Why don’t we play a little game? Did you notice anything strange when we first met?”
He thinks back. Nothing particular stands out to him, except for one thing.
“There was a fly, that was pretty weird.” He finds himself laughing, despite his situation. “I was too afraid to look at you, so I watched the fly.”
“Judging by the way you’re laughing right now, I assume you don’t know what this means.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
“Anything else you noticed? A certain smell perhaps?”
“Sulfur. I smell sulfur.” She says nothing. He’s deep in thought. “So you’re a demon?”
“Ding ding ding! Smart boy, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“Why me? Why did it have to be me?”
“Oh, it’s nothing personal, really. You just seemed the perfect target. Looks like I was right.” Again, she’s met with silence. “I know it’s hard for you to accept, but I never loved you. You’re a food source for me, nothing more.” Still, he says nothing.
“So now what happens? You eat my soul or something?” He asks, finally.
“Precisely! And since you’ve won the game, I've decided to let you have your last words. Go ahead.” He looks her directly in the eye.
“You’re lying.”
“W-what?” She stutters, caught off guard. “I’m not lying, why else do you think your loud friend ran off that day?”
“No no, I believe that you’re a demon. What I don’t believe is that you never loved me.” It’s her turn to stay silent. Taking note, he continues. “It’s not hard to tell when feelings are real, and yours clearly were, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”
“They weren’t!” She yells, beginning to shake.
“Now that I think about it, I’ve heard of your kind before. Your death relates to lost love, and now you live as a demon, breaking hearts and feeding on the souls because this is how you survive. How you get your revenge.”
“Stop it,” she screams, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you love me, really, but I know you no choice.” She’s crying now. All she can do is shake her head violently in denial. “But it’s okay. Because I still love you. And I forgive you.”
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She leaves the house covered in his blood. She found herself unable to consume his soul, as even after all she’d done, she was still unable to break him. Out of anger, and sadness, she had ripped him apart, leaving his body scattered across the room.
For years, she’s been living on this road. She’d never encountered any problems, and she never had to think too much about what she would ultimately end up doing to her victims. This time was different.
She was suddenly disgusted with herself, after doing what she’d done to so many people. Maybe she’d find some other way to sustain herself. Perhaps one day, she’d reunite with him, one day when she felt she was worthy of a love so pure.
For now, though, she would leave Westwood Road, and start somewhere new.
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fell down an éomer/éowyn rabbithole, 100% @spookyshai’s fault, have a grab bag of recs
I rewatched The Two Towers and it’s clear to me Karl Urban has chemistry with everyone up to and including lampposts. Just a reminder everyone make sure you watch the extended cut not the theatrical cut, it’s worth it just for Éowyn’s face when she finds out Aragorn is 87 years old.
I am a slut for angst but even so these fics hurt me. The “darkest before the dawn” vibe is strong with this pairing, half the fic is them fucking before he rides off to patrol, and they’ve got that unhealthily-codepdenedent-orphan-children angle going for them too.
Care by Halrloprillalar (1k)— literally the platonic ideal of a bedsharing fic, @spookyshai calls the prose “disgustingly beautiful” and i could not agree more: “Éomer learned her body, intent upon each curve, as though he were a skald and Éowyn a verse that he was making.”
Hope by elceri (1.2k)—whatever you think of the one-sidedness of Éowyn’s attraction to Aragorn that chemistry was through the fucking roof (there was zero chemistry with Faramir). i loved how this fic drew on the parallels between Éowyn and Aragorn’s plights: they are both profoundly lonely people looking over the horizon for their beloved’s return (Éomer, Arwen—well Aragorn has mixed feelings about Arwen returning since it would mean she chose mortality but ykwim). Y’all know by now that the seamless progression of platonic affection to romantic attachment is my kryptonite, so this is the line that gutted me: “the soft kisses and caresses that had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember and the heated lovemaking that had come with age. She could not fathom a life without him, for as long as she had known life, there had been him. Only him. Only Éomer.” And headcanoning Théodred as gay so he promised to marry Éowyn as a beard and then her and Éomer could continue as they were??? i swear my soul ascended on the spot
My Own by Rainchilde (2.7k, warning for noncon)—one of the most shippable aspects of their relationship has always been Grima Wormtongue lurking in the shadows, because you have on the one hand A STALKER and otoh the person whom she trusts and values most in the world. the contrast is plain. i’m all for scenarios where the stalker’s unwanted attentions drive the girl into her brother’s arms (see Dante’s Stars) but this fic actually examines what Éomer has in common with Grima, viz. he wants to make Éowyn his yet she is just as unattainable to him as to Grima
Made Bare by Dana (0.4k)—I am always here for horny swordplay: “He licks his lips, watching her, parted lips and parted legs, and the pounding of his heart is a dull roar in his ears.”
Steadfast by hesychasm (3.3k) — they get it on in the stables asdfdfkdjfdkf it’s extra sexy bc of their shared history, they’re children of Rohan they were practically born in the saddle and it’s just. so hot. This is the eve of her official engagement to Faramir and Éomer has left the banquet hall early for Reasons; we get nuggets of internal monologue from him like: “I judged the mare a good enough gift for my sister, though Gondor-bred.” The subtext being no man or beast in all of Gondor is good enough for Éowyn lmaooo. "Can I not love you both?” she protests, and he says, ”I do not believe even your heart is so great." Ouch ouch ouch. On the subject of her husband-to-be: “He knows already who is first in my heart."
Blood Remembers by musesfool (2.4k) — So many shared memories, moments, milestones! For instance, it’s she who comforts him after he has to give a comrade the mercy stroke. Losing their virginity to each other is such a logical extension & culmination of all that history: “’I dreamt you were dead,’ she whispered … She ran her fingers over the arch of his cheek, the bow of his lips, and followed her hand with her mouth … His hands touched her in places no man had ever touched before. His lips sought hers and the gentle good night kisses they'd shared over the years transmuted into something harder, darker, more urgent.” AND THEN: “The years have passed swiftly since that night, and no other man has yet stirred her blood to such passion. She believes none ever will, and is reconciled to a life alone.” KILL ME NOW GAHHH
Dirt and Gold by Empyreus (1k)—outsider POV Gríma, i’m pretty sure this fic was written specifically FOR ME jesus fucking christ so Éomer and Éowyn are lowkey banging and Gríma apparently lingers at keyholes to listen???: “‘You reek of him, of your brother the wild rider,’ he had wanted to say. "I can feel the sweat that surely slicked your skin.’” Also this: "Is there anything you will deny him? For all your ice, you too burn when the heat is too fierce. When your brother tells you to burn."
Hammer and Tongs by Halrloprillalar (1.6k) —she forges him a blade!!! which is only the most romantic gesture of all time. i’m LIVING for the amount of sneaking around that happens: “All know the Lady of Rohan has a great love for her brother …They do not know that she goes to him at night, walking the halls without a candle, carrying a posset for him, lest she need an excuse.”
In My Darkest Hour by elceri (3k)—Plottier than some of the pornier fics I’ve rounded up here but this conversation is EVERYTHING: “Éomer! The last thing Rohan needs at this time is a martyr!" "I would rather be a martyr than a hypocrite … It will not come to that, my sister, I promise you. My willingness to make the sacrifice does not mean I invite it, or would accept it willingly." "So said Theodred.” ”I am not Theodred." “Then why do you come to me? To prophesy your own death? I am not accustomed to such ominous words from you, brother." "I come to you for strength, Éowyn … Dark have been my days and nights, and dark will they be, and you have been my only light. If I am never to see you again, by that villain's hand, then I want to carry some of that light with me to whatever end may come."
Survivors by CanonIsRelative (1k)—omg they are having messy quickies in the stables??? Éomer and Éowyn have evidently been practicing the pull-out method of contraception up until this one time on the eve of battle and then they’re like fuck it. This is Éowyn’s Return to me victorious: “I await you, my lord, and a year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return. Come back with your helm upon your brow, or resting in state upon your breast.”
Swordplay by elceri (1k)—outsider POV, Théoden and Gríma watch the boys show Éowyn the ropes down in the practice yard: ”She has her brother's talent with the sword—see how quickly she learns!" "If your words are true, Sire, then when she is twenty you will have two strong-willed, hot-headed warriors in your house, aided and abetted by an older cousin who seems to think that life is indeed one long game!"
#desperately wish i could read german so i could devour this 63K FIC CHILLIN HERE IN THE TAG#eowyn x eomer#Eomer x Eowyn#fic rec#fic roundup
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How about Omega Serial Killer Peter and he has the Billionaire Alpha Tony Stark wrapped around his finger?
This actually has very little smut to it? But it got lengthy so I hope it’s okay. PS, I was chanting a certain phrase after writing this, more to do with Hannibal but 😅
Length: 3k
Notes: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Blood, implied sexual assault between Peter/OC (but it’s really not), first time, off screen oc deaths, marriage
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The first time Tony caught the scent of an alpha in his home, he was angry. Just tipping over into rage. It was better than the heartbreak he’d surely feel when he caught his omega, his beautiful Peter, fucking around with some alpha that couldn’t even begin to appreciate the boy.
But this wasn’t anything unprecedented. Even though Tony was the perfect alpha, there were people that just wanted to use him for his money and reputation. They got too comfortable, didn’t remember that on top of all the money lining his pockets, Tony was actually a genius. And then when they got greedy and showed their true colors, Tony would cut them out.
He got better at sniffing the gold diggers out and he really thought that Peter–
He barged into one of the guests rooms, a tiny voice grateful that at least Peter hadn’t used the master bedroom, and stopped dead in his tracks. It never occurred to him that despite thinking Peter was entertaining a guest, it was too quiet in the house.
His baby boy was shaking, face blotchy red. No, that wasn’t because of the tears. Peter’s face was splashed with blood, designer clothes that Tony had bought and dressed him in, ruined by it.
Tony’s face drained of all color and he rushed to the distraught omega’s side. Once Peter realized he was there, he threw himself at the older man. The boy’s thin, wiry arms held him tight even as Tony lifted him out of the bed and into his arms.
“Alpha… alpha…” Peter mewled against his shoulder, hot tears soaking into Tony’s suit.
“Peter, what–” Tony didn’t have to ask as he caught sight of the burly alpha on the floor.
His pants were undone but underwear still pulled up. Tony didn’t need to ask the boy what had happened.
“Shh, shh,” Tony murmured, stroking his fingers through Peter’s hair. He took them out of the guest room, taking Peter to the master bedroom where he had an ensuite bathroom.
The omega was withdrawn, quiet and traumatized as Tony prepared a bath. He was pliant and submissive, limbs limp as Tony undressed him.
Tony’s lips curled into a terrible snarl when he saw the bruises blossoming on Peter’s porcelain skin. It was proof of what the strange alpha had tried to do. Bruises on the boy’s hips, on his arms, his wrists… Tony could imagine just how the alpha had tried to pin the small omega down to get his way. It filled him with rage and a deep sense of gratitude that Peter had managed to fight back and save himself.
“I'm… I’m sorry, a-alpha…” Peter whispered when Tony placed him in the warm bath. The clear water turned crimson as the alpha washed him up.
“For what, sweetheart?” Tony murmured quietly as he eased the bath sponge over his shoulders.
“I let the man in…” Peter shivered, curling in on himself. Then abruptly, he wrapped his arms around Tony arm, whimpering. “Please… He…”
He touched me… Don’t leave me… I’m a bad… omega… “
Tony soothed him again, uncaring that his suit was getting soaked in the bathwater. It was ruined already anyway. Some of the blood on Peter’s clothes had transferred onto it. He’d have to burn both their clothes. Realizing this, he’d have to do much more than that.
“I’m not leaving you, baby,” Tony promised him.
His sweet boy was so innocent, it shouldn’t have surprised Tony that Peter had gotten tricked into helping someone only for them to take advantage.
“But I… I killed him,” Peter’s eyes grew wide, the realization finally settling in. Panic was next to come and the boy started shaking again. Tony had to climb into the tub, pulling Peter in his arms.
“I should’ve been here,” Tony growled, upset at himself, “You’re okay, baby, that’s all that matters. Alpha will take care of everything… Will take care of you. You’re okay. People will understand–”
The omega only clung to him that much harder.
“Please, just… just make it go away–” Peter mumbled against his shoulder.
Go away? Did Peter mean…?
“Okay, sweetheart,” Tony agreed softly. “Don’t worry. It’s okay…”
Tony’s soft, loving words soothed the boy so that the trembling eventually stopped. He took Peter to their own bed, tucking the smaller boy in, and making sure he was warm beneath the blankets. The omega’s fingers around his wrist stopped Tony from leaving, but he had things to take care of.
Sat on the edge of the bed, Tony dialed a number he didn’t think he would’ve ever needed and arranged to have the body taken care of. Peter was distraught and even the mention of others knowing had sent him spiraling in distress.
Not to mention that even though Peter was innocent, Tony hadn’t called the police right away. He’d taken care of the boy first, possibly messed with evidence by doing so. There was only one way to make the omega feel safe and happy again and it was to do as he asked, to make it go away.
Tony had the means and the desire to do it so he did.
The only indication that anything was happening was the light set of footsteps creaking up the stairs. Peter was curled up against him with Tony petting his silky brown curls while outside, masked men were erasing the past several hours from the guest room.
The body was never found and little by little, Peter went back to his old self. Tony signed him up for defense classes, then fired the personal coach when he found out the beta was only teaching Peter how today defend himself against other omegas.
Tony taught Peter, himself, and his boy excelled at self-defense. The alpha was also careful, installing better security and panic buttons in case Peter ever needed him.
They didn’t talk about the body, but Peter was either brushing it off or burying it deep. He didn’t seem to be too upset beyond that first night.
It was shortly after that they had their first night together. His baby boy was a virgin and it was one of the reasons why Tony had been enraged when he found out what happened.
Peter was so sweet… so innocent. To have another alpha touching him in such a way and for it to be unwanted… It had made Tony’s blood boil…
That first night, the older man did everything in his power to make it perfect for the Omega. Slow and sweet with plenty of kisses.
Tony took Peter’s virginity as an act of love their eyes locked together as Peter gasped and gave in to the pleasure. The kiss afterward had been so sweet.
“I’ll teach you everything,” Tony promised, erasing any and all bad thoughts.
Peter picked up quickly and became quite a minx. He grew confident in his relationship with Tony, often demanding attention and reveling in all the dirty things they did.
Tony was head over heels by then, his feelings compounded by the thought of losing this effervescent creature. This perfect omega who smiled and laughed and had him wrapped around his delicate little fingers. Peter had that gleam in his eye that made the alpha pretty confident that the feelings were mutual.
The dead alpha was a one time thing and Tony was grateful that nothing harmful bad happened to his sweet omega. A one time thing until it wasn’t.
The second body was one of his employees. Technically. The alpha was hired to look after the gardening and landscaping of the house.
When Tony came home that evening, the man’s body was cooling in the rose bushes in the back. He didn’t know until much later since he was met by his gorgeous omega at the door.
Dressed in baby blue lingerie, Peter barely had a second to greet his alpha before Tony was whisking him away.
The alpha didn’t even have the patience he normally did, he was so frustrated from the business meetings. Panties pushed to the side, a quick thrust of his fingers in hasty preparation and Tony was sliding his erect cock right in, groaning at the tight, wet heat of Peter’s body.
Peter made such a mesmerizing sight. Beautiful smooth skin flushed in exertion and the look of ecstasy on his face as he rode Tony’s cock.
The way his mouth dropped open, a breathless gasp when Tony knot slipped in.
“Alpha… alpha…” Peter murmured to which Tony pulled him close, lips pressed to his in a deep, sensual kiss.
“I love you, alpha,” Peter confessed as the sweat cooled on their bodies. And Tony, who had known for a while now, purred into his hair and kissed his temple.
“I love you too, Pete,” Tony replied, breathless and aglow with happiness.
The omega’s hand was resting over his naked chest, fingers splayed apart. Tony took it in his own, examining the slim fingers, the manicured nails. His fingers were so much thicker and calloused compared to Peter’s dainty ones.
“What size do you think you are?” Tony wondered absentmindedly.
“Mm…?” Came Peter’s sleepy reply.
“Nevermind,” Tony said, kissing the dozing boy’s temple. He could find out Peter’s ring size without bothering the boy.
He found the body when he went to get coffee. He stood in the balcony, sipping his hot beverage and noticed a pale face looking up at him. He dropped the cup and stared, disbelieving. He almost jumped a foot in the air when Peter’s warm, wiry arms circled his waist, pointed chin settling on his shoulder.
“Alpha?” Came the innocent voice of his omega.
“Peter. What happened to…?” Tony’s throat was dry. He looked away and was caught in Peter’s lovely brown eyes. They were so wide and unblinking, watching every minute change in his expression.
“He said I should leave you,” Peter told him softly. “Said that the money couldn’t be worth what little affection you gave me. And when I said you loved me, he said you were just using me. That you’d throw me away… But that’s not true, is it, alpha?”
The words confused him because he’d never know any of his employees to act inappropriately around Peter. But Peter was beautiful and amazing… It wasn’t far-fetched to believe that others would try to steal him away…
“Of course not,” Tony assured, holding him close when he saw a flicker of worry creep in his lover’s eyes. “I…” Peter’s hand in his, the boy’s soft, wisps of hair tickling his chin and neck… “I wanted to buy you a ring… Mate and bond you like you deserve.”
His omega was a smart boy but perhaps he hadn’t expected this level of dedication from Tony. Tony, himself, could scarcely believe it. Peter threw himself at the older man, clinging and laughing, tears in his eyes.
“I need you…” Peter whispered against his lips. “Love you… Can’t live without you, alpha… Tony…”
That was the spark that ignited the passion inside then both. Tony took Peter right there, bent over the railing and overlooking the beautifully tended gardens.
His fingers carved bruises into Peter’s slim waist as he fucked into his bride to be. Tony’s world was made up of nothing but Peter. The scent of him, sweet and ripe, an alluring omegan scent that drove the older alpha wild. The taste of his skin, salty sweet sweat along the hollow of his neck, the dips of his collarbones… The sound of his breathless moans, the hitched gasps, and delightful squeals as Tony filled him up.
All that mattered was Peter.
No one found the second body either.
There was no third body waiting for him after they married but there was a tape. It was the security footage of the house that first day. His now mate leading alpha number one inside, no struggle, no coaxing.
Just Peter smiling innocently, a glint in his eyes as the unknown alpha made his interest a little too obvious. How easily Peter had taken him down, the small petite thing he was. No one expected such a small omega to be so vicious, so fast and adapt at a knife.
Especially not his first victim, alpha number one had gone down hard. Red spilled abundantly with every beat of the alpha’s heart and Peter had closed his eyes in the spray of it, only opening them to look directly at the camera before the footage cut off.
Tony’s heart was in his throat, his own breathing shallow. He had watched all that blood stain Peter’s designer clothes, his hands…
The same hand that was now adorned with a beautiful band of gold and sparkling diamonds. Their honeymoon lasted for two weeks. In that time, it was bliss. Peter was everything he wanted and more. Tony thought about the tape, often at night when his new mate was sleeping next to him, purring softly in contentment.
It was easy to push it to the back of his mind. Just another horror show. His Peter was so sweet, so loving to him. And the alpha had bothered Peter, hadn’t he? Tony didn’t think too much on it.
On their return, there were changes anyway and Tony had to adapt to this new world with Peter by his side.
Peter wasn’t the typical omega who was just happy to stay at home and play wife, no, his Peter was passionate. Passionate about Tony and everything Tony had his fingers in. He got involved in all of Tony’s businesses which made Tony actually very proud as the omega took charge of several departments.
Peter was a genius, Tony had always known, but his baby boy didn’t often show it. He was happy that Peter took an interest in SI though.
Happy wife, happy life. Or so the saying was.
There was nothing that made Tony happier than seeing his Peter commanding an entire room of people. They all tripped to obey and it wasn’t because of Tony who just sat in the sidelines. Peter, himself, had earned their respects.
It was shortly after they celebrated their one year anniversary that Tony started to… worry. He would never doubt his Peter’s faithfulness but the omega had been coming home late now and then. He never smelled like another alpha, his scent was either too sterile or wrapped up in Tony’s for the alpha to ever think his mate was cheating.
But then… His mind turned to other possibilities and Tony both shirked and yearned for the truth.
What was his Peter doing? A part of him already knew, but he’d never be able to accept it until he saw with his own eyes.
Because that would mean… His Peter was dangerous. beyond knowing how to fight alphas, his Peter was… something else. It was hard to merge the two ideas because Peter was such a loving mate.
Tony shied away from the possibilities that one day… One day, perhaps towards him, Peter would…
He couldn’t even think of it.
One night, Tony couldn’t help but follow his mate. The company was under a lot of stress, leaked data somehow making its way to a competitor’s hands. Stress on the company meant stress on Tony and to him, just finding out this one thing would help ease his mind
He needed to know what his omega was doing when he snuck out of the house.
Tony’s heart was pounding as he followed behind his little mate. Then it dropped when he saw the sign. Property of Hammer Industries.
It was an old unused warehouse. Tony’s veins were filled with ice as he kept tailing Peter. The omega slipped inside a side door and Tony waited a few seconds before he tried it.
He really thought he was slick, but apparently not.
His sweet omega was waiting right on the other side, his boyish smile lighting up his entire face when Tony walked in.
“Tony,” Peter greeted warmly, as though they agreed to meet right here and now. “I’m glad you made it… I’ve wanted to show you for a long time.”
In the middle of the floor were two figures, blindfolded and gagged. Peter led him to them by the arm, his voice comforting and familiar in the strangeness of the situation.
“I was thinking we should have steak tonight,” Peter was saying. “After we finish up here– Oh. Let me introduce you, alpha. This is… Mr. Stone. He works in the accounting department and has rather sticky fingers…”
Mind snatching the information up quickly, Tony turned towards his mate. “He’s the leak?”
A smile, sultry and sweet, curled the corners of Peter’s lips. “Mhmm. it took me a while, but I found them. This is his accomplice… There’s one for each of us.”
“Each of us…?” Tony’s mind slowed, going over the facts. He had worried that Peter would eventually set his sights on him, but the boy was smiling as though pleased that Tony had finally caught up to him.
“Did I do well, alpha?” Peter’s voice brought Tony’s attention back to him.
The pieces clicked together. Peter luring him in, winding him tighter and tighter around his little finger… The way Peter had clung to him, asking for his help… Making Tony an accomplice instead of getting rid of him.
When he turned back towards the omega, the boy looked so eager, so happy that he had done something for Tony.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Tony said pulling Peter close to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He felt Peter press something into his hands and looking down, his eyes widened when he saw a knife.
“Go on, alpha…” Peter said breathlessly.
He looked into Peter’s eyes then back down at the knife where Peter’s hand was pressed above the hilt. His wedding ring glinted brightly even in the low light.
“I’ll teach you… everything.” Peter smiled and it was then that Tony was finally able to see who exactly he married. His sweet but deadly omega.
Tony’s heart pounded, just as it did when he first viewed the tape. With the knife in his hand though, the alpha could finally admit… It wasn’t fear that made it beat so harshly.
It was excitement. With one hand holding Peter’s and the other curled around the weapon, Tony stepped forward and accepted the role his omega offered him.
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Break Free
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: Brian May x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, pretty angsty at the beginning, not proofread because it’s 2 AM and I’ve been staring at this for waaaay too long.
Summary: Y/N finally ends the relationship that she’s felt stuck in for years, and Brian is there to pick up the pieces (wow I still suck at summaries, would you look at that).
A/N: This is my entry for @fredthelegend ‘s writing challenge! It’s very vaguely based on I Want To Break Free, but it sort of took its own direction at some point. It took me a long-ass time to write because I kept tearing it to shreds and redoing it, and I figured I need to give it a rest now because if I don’t I will literally never be happy with it x) I hope you all like it; if you do please please please reblog it and let me know what you think!
-Sydney
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Whoever said Friday was the best day of the week had a sick sense of humor, you think to yourself as you take stock of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You had holed yourself up in the tiny bathroom of your apartment once your throat began to burn from all the yelling. It was the same argument that you had every week, and you were seriously beginning to tire of it. Friday’s were, decidedly, the worst day for you.
“Y/N, we need to talk about this,” his voice drifts through the door and you feel your fists clench, almost involuntarily. He doesn’t say anything else for a while, and for a fleeting moment of relief you think that he’s finally gone, that you don’t have to go through this anymore. It doesn’t last long though, as a loud bang echoes through the room, making a yelp escape you. “Damn it! I’m tired of your bullshit.”
This snaps you out of your wallowing, and you’re suddenly filled with an anger that you’ve never felt before. “My bullshit?” You swing the door open, briefly registering the dull smack of the wood hitting the wall before you plant yourself in front of your boyfriend. He has one hand cradled in the other, the skin beginning to turn bright red after the assault on the bathroom door, and he has the audacity to look surprised at your outburst. “My bullshit?” You scoffed, feeling a mix of rage and heartache swirling in your stomach. “You’re the one putting your cock in other people, Darren. Don’t pin this on me.”
Sometimes you wonder how it got to this point. How the previously sweet person in front of you became somebody that you loathed six days out of seven. It genuinely didn’t start this way, and you still remember the day that Brian introduced the two of you, how enamored you were with the man. You remember the way you felt after your first date, swearing to yourself that this was it, this was who you would spend the rest of your life with. You remember gushing to Brian about him when he’d finally suggested that you found a place to live together, and the way you swore that he hung the stars in the skies above you.
You remember the first time he slept with somebody else. He was never very good at hiding it, you knew him inside and out. And despite being so angry that you couldn’t see straight, you still forgave him when he fell to his knees and wept. You forgave him again two months later when his whiskey colored eyes begged for understanding. You forgave him again the following month, when he swore you were the only one for him and he pulled out a ring to prove it. Week after week you would forgive him, insisting that it’s your own fault, that you aren’t being attentive enough, that you’re too afraid to live alone.
“I didn’t mean to. You know I didn’t mean to.” You don’t need to look at his eyes to know that they’re the size of saucers, waiting for you to succumb to their charm. “It’s just- you’re never there for me when I need you! You’re always with Brian.” You fell a squeezing sensation around your heart at the mention of your best friend, but you push it aside quickly as you have every other time. The venom that he puts behind the name sends a whole new fury rushing through you, and the force with which you glare at him causes him to falter back a step or two.
“Don’t you dare bring him into this.” You’re absolutely fuming at this point, and you’re sure that you look like a raving lunatic. You’re also sure that you don’t particularly care anymore. “He asks me every single Friday if I want to go out with him and Roger. And every single Friday I tell him that I can’t because Friday’s are our night.” Your throat begins to close around the words, and you have to continue through choked out tears. “And every. Single. Friday. You leave me hanging for your flavor of the week. I honestly don’t know why I bother anymore.”
You stand there, sobbing quietly, staring at each other for what feels like hours but could only have been minutes. There are no excuses left for him to use, no patience left for you to give. Looking at him now, with nothing but silence surrounding you, it almost feels like it did at the beginning. It only takes one glance at his eyes for you to realize that isn’t the case anymore though, and you feel your world begin to crumble as you come to terms with the fact that they hold no love in them. You fell your world begin to crumble as you come to terms with the fact that yours probably don’t, either.
Just as you begin to reach for the ring on your finger, you’re interrupted by the shrieking noise of the phone on your kitchen counter. You don’t know whether to cheer or scream. This could have been it, this could have been your chance to end it all and break the cycle. You don’t know when you’ll feel strong enough to do it again. You let the phone ring a few times, contemplating letting it run its course, but decide at the last second to pick it up.
“H-hello?” You’re struck by how shaky your voice sounds, but you’re immediately torn away from your insecurities by the voice on the other end.
“Y/N!” Brian’s voice bombards your eardrum, and you lean away from the phone slightly to adjust to the sudden barrage of noise. “I know it’s really late but I was wondering if you drive Rog and I home? He’s completely sloshed and he refuses to let me go anywhere near his car.” You twirl the cord around your finger and glance over at Darren, who’s still staring at you with a look that isn’t too far off from absolute disdain. You’ll jump at any opportunity to get out of the apartment right now, even if it means potentially pissing him off even more. “Y/N…? It’s alright if you can’t, I can just call John or Fre-“
“No!” You exclaim loudly, and you wince slightly as you hear Brian yelp. You bring your voice to an acceptable level before continuing. “No, stay there Brian, I’ll come get you. Which bar did you guys go to?” You feel Darren’s glare settle into the back of your head as you write down the name of the bar on the notepad you keep next to the phone. You knew that hearing Brian’s name would set him off, and it was with a great deal of reluctance that you set the phone back in its cradle.
“I have to go.” You quickly slip on your shoes before grabbing your coat and keys from a hook next to the kitchen. You have opened the door and are halfway through it when he finally speaks.
“If you walk through that door, I’m leaving.” You freeze in your tracks, turning around to examine his face for any sign that he’s bluffing. You can’t help but feel a slight buzz when you realize that he isn’t. This could be it. “I won’t be coming back.”
It’s now or never.
You look at him for a second longer, drinking in every bit of him, before you reach down and remove the weight that has been wrapped around your finger for far too long now. Without saying a word, you place the ring on top of the shoe cabinet next to you before turning around, slamming the door behind you as you go.
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You pull up outside the bar and are immediately greeted by the unmistakable silhouette of Brian May standing against the building. You reach across the passenger seat and roll down the window, trying to quell the hammering of your heart in your chest before yelling out at him, and the grin that adorns his face when he sees you is almost enough to make up for the rest of tonight entirely. Almost.
“Hey, I thought for a second there that I was gonna have to carry this one home!” You hadn’t noticed Roger yet, but now that Brian mentioned him it was damn near impossible not to. You let out a quiet gasp and a slight giggle when you see the state that the blonde is in; his hair is flattened on one side and completely out of control on the other, his shirt has long since been discarded of, and you’re certain that he would be stammering to his defense right now if not for the fact that he’s passed out against Brian’s side. You watch silently as Brian secures the drunken man in the back of the car before settling into the passenger seat and turning to look at you for the first time tonight, trying and failing to hide the look of shock that crosses his features when he takes in your appearance. You know that you look just as bad as Roger, if not worse, and Brian would believe you to be drunk as well if he didn’t know you better. “What the hell hap-“
“Not now.” You sigh before pulling away from the curb and starting the drive back to your place. You squirm in your seat when you realize how sharp that sounded, and are quick to add onto it. “I’ll talk about it tomorrow, I promise. I’m letting you two crash at my place tonight, it’s closer.” This was your way of confirming to him what had happened without saying it out loud; he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to stay if Darren were still around.
The silence emanating throughout the car at the revelation speaks volumes. You weren’t sure how he was going to react; he had never really been the biggest fan of your boyfriend, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for the I told you so conversation. You expect him to say something, but you’re relieved when the only thing he does is reach out and wrap his hand around your thigh, resting close to your knee, squeezing gently. Your heart leaps at the gesture, and everything he could possibly say to you is contained in a single touch. I’m here. You’re okay. You’re free now.
Suddenly you’re finding it difficult to breath, and you’re overcome with affection for the man sitting next to you. The man who has been there after every fight, the man who wipes away your tears every weekend, the man that makes you feel put together when everything else is falling apart. His hand burns your skin through your sweatpants, and you silently thank yourself for remembering to put on a jacket if only because it hides the goosebumps that have formed on your arms. Every rush of adoration is met with a similar rush of guilt; you know how wrong it is to be thinking about your best friend like this, especially mere hours after you’ve broken up with your fiancé.
You’re glad when you pull into the car park outside your apartment building, as you’re not sure you could focus on the road much longer while your mind swam with thoughts of Brian and your eyes swam with unshed tears. You rest your head on the steering wheel and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to control the flow of tears coming from you. His hand moves up from your knee, causing you to stiffen slightly before he swiftly unbuckles your seatbelt and tugs on the sleeve of your jacket.
“C’mere,” he whispers gently, and it’s all you need to hear before you’re climbing over the center console and into his lap, your body curling up against his chest as you finally succumb to the sobs that have been begging to take over. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay.” He holds you as close as he can while you grip at his shirt, afraid that he’ll disappear if you let go now. You vaguely register the light kisses that he presses against your hairline over and over again, and you have to fight the urge to crane your neck and capture his lips with your own.
He doesn’t loosen his grip until your sobs turn into light sniffles, and even then it’s only to pull back enough so that he can make eye contact, resting his forehead against yours.
“What happened?” He asks the question in a tentative manner, making it clear that he won’t force you to answer anything if you don’t want to talk about it yet. You consider telling him you’re not ready yet; you’re not entirely sure that you’ll be able to talk about your failed relationship without also bringing up Darren’s rightful reservations about your friendship with him. He knew he would always be second best to Brian, and you’re not sure that you’re ready to admit that to the man himself just yet.
All you need to do is take one look at his face and all that disappears. His eyes are filled with so much care and admiration that it almost takes your breath away, and any reservations about talking to him fly out the window. You chew your lip in an anxious habit, trying to come up with some way to explain everything without letting onto how deeply you had fallen for him. He gives you a pointed look as his thumb brushes against your lip lightly, smoothing it out before letting his hand fall back to your waist, and it brings your heart rate to an all-time high.
“He cheated on me again.” Brian’s hands curl into fists at your sides, and now it’s your turn to run your hands lightly across his arms, soothing him the best you could in the slightly cramped position you were in. “He told me I spend too much time with you, and when you called he told me he would leave if I came to get you. So I took off the ring and left...” You trail off, not wanting to meet his eyes and instead focusing your eyes on the peculiar curve of his nose.
It takes a while for him to talk again, and when he does you have to strain your ears to hear what he’s saying. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know how much you love him.” His eyes dance across your jawline, and you notice the familiar tick in his that comes when he clenches his teeth.
“I don’t though. Love him, I mean.” You’re treading lightly now, coming to new territory that the two of you have never crossed together. “I did at one point, but it’s been months since I felt that way toward him. I was just afraid of not having somebody give my heart to, I think.” You play around with the words you want to say next, but you’re not sure you can spit them out. Just tell him how you feel. Your eyes finally meet his and you’re suddenly hyperaware of every small bit of contact between the two of you, from your foreheads resting together to your legs pressing into his to his hand that is slowly drawing patterns on your hip below your jacket. You can feel yourself begin to melt into his touch, and you know that you have to act now if you ever want to admit to him how you feel.
“But I realized a while ago that I don’t need to be afraid of that, because…” Panic grips you for a second, but the soothing circles that are being pressed into your hips act as an anchor to keep you from getting swept up in a sea of anxiety. You move closer to him, your lips brushing tantalizingly swiftly above his own, and you fight back a smirk of satisfaction at the tremor that runs through his body. “There has only ever been one person that holds my heart, and he’s sitting right in front of me.”
He inhales sharply before pulling back, and your blood runs cold. Embarrassment floods your system as he looks at you, really looks at you, and you tilt your head away from him to hide the tears that are beginning to spring back into your eyes. “You mean that?” He asks slowly, his voice level, not giving anything away
“Yeah…” You look at him hopefully, but he falls silent, his eyes cast downward and his brow furrowed. “God, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Just forget I said anything.” You begin to remove yourself from his lap before you can humiliate yourself even further, but you barely lift yourself an inch before his hands are grabbing at your waist and your lips are pressed firmly against his. Your eyes widen before you register what’s happening and shut them tightly, pulling his body impossibly close to your own.
The action causes a groan to emanate from within him, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss even further. It’s intense, and it’s passionate, but it isn’t rushed. You take your time, pouring every single feeling that you’ve ever felt for him into each pass of your tongue against his, putting every bit of appreciation you’ve felt over the years into every light tug of his hair or caress of his cheek.
You could do this for hours, and you’re sure that would have ended up happening if it weren’t for the overly exaggerated gasp that came from the man that you had completely forgotten was passed out in the back of your car.
“Finally! I thought you would never get your heads out of your own arses long enough for this to happen.” You tear yourself away from Brian reluctantly before turning to the blonde, who fumbles with the door handle before tumbling out of the car. His head pops back into sight as he addresses you. “I need your house key, I think I may piss myself soon.” He takes the key from you and starts to head inside before turning back to you. “Oh, and don’t worry. I won’t tell Darren, this is our little secret.” He winks and saunters back towards the door, humming obnoxiously until he has disappeared from sight.
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A Buffy rewatch 6x09 Smashed
aka parallel trainwrecks
Welcome to this dailyish text post series where I will rewatch an episode of Buffy and go on an impromptu rant about it for an hour. Is it about one hyperspecific thing or twenty observations? 10 or 3k words? You don’t know! I don’t know!!! In this house we don’t know things.
And in today’s episode Buffy and Willow both start going off the deep end, marking the start of a pattern we’ll be seeing unfolding throughout the season. What else... what else... Oh, I know! Amy’s back!
Fine, I’ll also talk about the Spuffy sex scene that you all actually remember from Smashed. Stop yelling at me.
But first… let’s talk Buffy and Willow.
This is not the first, and certainly won’t be the last time that I’ll be discussing these characters in season 6. Buffy and Willow are arguably the central characters of the narrative this year, set on similar, albeit distinctive, trajectories. They both get challenged on who they are on a fundamental level, and have to learn to recognize their own destructive and self-destructive coping mechanisms.
In short, they really are their own Big Bads.
More importantly, both Willow and Buffy will be way too wrapped up in their own little bubble of misery to truly be there for each other. Sure, they’ll try, and living together certainly helps in that regard… and yet at the end of the day, they’re still two trainwrecks, running on parallel tracks. Unable to connect in any meaningful way.
(Also, the whole Willow bringing Buffy back to life from heaven thing makes things a bit awkward still, I’d imagine. All that guilt and resentment and the not talking… Must be pretty loaded.)
You can see it in the scene where Buffy tries to confide in Willow about her bad life choices when it comes to Spike. But then Amy enters, Buffy chickens out, and Willow doesn’t pry too much.
While I’d like to think that the reason why Buffy doesn’t tell Willow is because she sees that Willow’s preoccupied with her own shit, later on in the scene with the Scoobies, you can also see that Buffy doesn’t really know what’s going on with Willow. When Xander and Anya bring up Willow’s magic problems, Buffy just starts projecting her own current conflict onto the subject, instead of examining their concerns about their mutual pal.
Speaking of Xander and Anya, and their concerns about Willow… Maybe do a better job calling her out? Like, I know that they don’t know everything about Willow and Tara’s break up, but Tabula Rasa also happened, so maybe talk about that? Willow was planning on erasing Buffy’s memories about her death! Without her consent! Let’s talk about that, instead of passive aggressively letting her know that magical hacking makes you uncomfortable.
Also uncomfortable… Amy using a spell to make that girl leave her date to come up to them in the Bronze. Nope. Please stop.
I mean, to be fair, it’s supposed to be uncomfortable. That whole scene is about Willow and Amy treating actual human people as playthings they can just mess around with, and then put back to their boxes once they’re bored with them. Which they can. They have that power. It’s supposed to give you a pause.
On the other end of our equation, Spike is also laying down the sleaze. Taunting Buffy about how she came back wrong. Less human. About how she’s isolated, and only has him to turn to.
Again, I think that we’re supposed to understand that this isn’t a healthy relationship at this point. Spike is chipping away at Buffy’s self-worth and is attempting to isolate her even further. These are some classic abuse tactics.
So no, I don’t believe that the show is trying to say otherwise. It’s just that Buffy is allowed to hit back. Not just by punching Spike, but by cutting to the heart of his character. “You’re in love with pain.”
It’s hard for me to talk about this relationship at this point to be honest. (And I’m still not sure where I’ll land with it by the end of this re-watch.) There’s been signs of a connection between these two characters, a deep understanding of the other – but that’s now weaponized and distorted. It’s not a romance. It’s two characters using each other to hurt themselves.
But! To talk about something completely unproblematic too with this episode, let’s mention Tara and Dawn. I didn’t even remember that this scene of Tara inviting Dawn to hang out and go to the movies happened right after Tabula Rasa, but it warms my heart. She moms her about milkshake! The milkshake she bought her, no less, and then tells her that she loves her and will always be there for her, and my heart is so full. It’s just so full, you guys.
Then Dawn tricks her into staying over at the house in a badly disguised Parent Trap scenario, ‘cause she’s a brat. But she’s our brat.
She’s also the 15-year-old brat that her other mom figures left alone for the night without letting her know, but that’s a topic for tomorrow.
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My Destiny – chapter 10
summary: making a mistake after having way too many drinks can change everything
pairing: ceo!tom x female reader
warnings: none?
word count: 3k
a/n: Hey guys, it's my ya girl. I'm FINALLY back, it was about time. I didn't plan on making you wait that long. My life is just a complete mess at the moment and I didn't find time to get something done. I'm so sorry for the delay ;; I can't tell you when the next chapter will come. I'll try my best to write as fast as possible! Thank you so much for still sticking with me, you're all the best! As always, I’m sorry for all the possible mistakes (I’m like 100% sure that there is plenty of it! And I’ll correct them later!) It’s possible that some turn of phrase or else are awkward, that’s because English’s not my mother tongue. Feedback is always welcome, feel free to ask me/tell me anything. The taglist is open if some of you are interested.
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Two short months had passed since the night Tom had come back. And he never left again. You didn't really know if he still saw her and you didn't want to think about it. You wanted to believe that he really chose you for what you really were and not because of the baby you were waiting for. You wanted to believe in his feelings. You always kept this little apprehension and restraint, your feelings were present, but you didn't want it to get the upper hand. Because after all, you could only be a passing thing. You didn't really have the opportunity to talk about the contract for a while so you weren't sure if it still stands. And you probably wouldn't ask him, you already had enough on your mind.
Tom's attitude made you think quite the opposite, that he had set the contract aside or even shredded it. He was so enthusiastic about you and the baby. He always had a little thought, whether in the morning at breakfast or in the evening when he came home from work. Now that you were in your fourth month of pregnancy, your little belly started to show and he loved to touch it. The first few times, you were quite embarrassed. Tom never really touched you, except for that night and the time he kissed you. However you got used to it quickly, and the baby too. He moved non-stop the day, not giving you a moment of calm. As soon as Tom arrived he calmed down. The baby was not even born yet that it was already hooked to Tom. He had that power over people, you fell for his charm too quickly.
Lately, it's been the same every day. Your only activities were to read, get out Tessa (but always with someone, most often one of the twins or Harrison, the Holland were scared that something might happen to you), and occasionally see Dylan and Lizzy. Not that going out didn't really miss you, but it was the fact of being always watched who weighed you a little. Nikki and Dom were adorable and would do anything for you, but it was quite stifling. Especially from Nikki. You'll never thank her enough for what she did for you, but sometimes it was too much.
You took advantage of the fact that the house was empty, which was rare nowadays, to sit comfortably in the big sofa of the living room to read a book, Tessa lying at your side, head securely against your stomach.
If anyone stuck it in this house it was Tessa. She didn't let anybody she didn't know get close to you and always stayed by your side, except of course when Tom was out walking her. At that moment she was completely unaware to you. Like every day other days, you waited for Tom's return, with always in mind the fact that he could leave at any time.
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Tom was constantly tired and it didn't come from his work. He knew where it came from, though he preferred not to think about it. That was a bad thing, there were people he needed to take care of now. It was always easier to ignore it and think about something else.
And to think about something else he didn't have to go very far. He just had to go home and find you. Most of the time, when he came back you were waiting for him with a book in his hand and Tessa by your side. And that was the only thing that matters right now. Tom had decided to no longer overthinking things and appreciated the present moment. Of course, Leah was still there somewhere but she wasn't the one who mattered, at least not for the moment. He seemed to be in a great place about it, strangely enough. And that convinced him about his choice.
He came out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the window of his car. He turned his head to find Harry, looking at him somewhat dazed.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked once Tom lowered the glass.
“What’s it look like? I’m going home,” Tom retorted.
“You’ve been seated here for 10 minutes straight. Without moving.”
“I was thinking.”
“Oh, you can think?” Harry said mockingly.
“Move, you div,” Tom laughed raising the glass and getting out of the car.
“She’s waiting for you, you know,” Harry said leaning on Tom’s car, waiting for him to walk back home.
“I know, I don’t want to keep her waiting. And I need to take Tessa for a walk.”
“You’re a lucky bastard,” Harry laughed putting his right arm on Tom’s shoulder. “She’s really great,” he added more seriously.
“Yeah,” Tom smiled.
Tom knew how lucky he was, he was aware of it. Another person wouldn't stand what he had done to you. You were special and he only realized it now. They both came back, it was quite late so Tom didn't think you waited. Tessa ran up when she heard the front door open and recognized Tom's steps. You had tried to stay awake as long as you could but sleep got the best of you. You did nothing special in the day but the little peanut inside you gave you no peace. Tom came back from his daily walk with Tessa and was surprised to find you asleep in a strange position on the living room couch. He took a few minutes to watch you before eventually waking you up. He had never felt that way with Leah. He couldn't put words on how he felt, but he knew it was entirely different from all his previous relationships – not that he had tons of them. He was more the kind of guy to only have one-night stands and not be serious. Not wanting to disturb you in your slumber, he held you in his arms and brought you to your room – as calmly and safely as possible – to place you in the bed. Tessa, behind him, was thrilled to jump on the bed and lie down at your feet, watching over you.
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"Tom, we’re going to be late," you shouted from the living room.
You had an appointment to know the baby's gender and you didn't want to be late. As if the day wasn't already stressful enough, there was a big charity gala tonight. It will be your first appearance since the disaster of the last time. However this time, you'll be joining as Tom's wife, not as a secretary or a mistress. His wife.
"I’m coming, here I am," he replied descending the stairs and putting on his leather jacket.
You took a few moments to admire him. It wasn't often that he dressed as casual. You were more accustomed to costumes, though you quickly got used to the jogging t-shirt he wore when he came home. You always had a hard time telling yourself that all of this "belonged to you" and that you could say that it was your husband. It was crazy and insane for you. Not so long ago, you had a job of misery – even if technically you liked it, it was the atmosphere that was shabby – a trashy boyfriend and you lived in a flatting situation with your best friend. And there you shared a beautiful house with a Greek god and you were surrounded by great people. Of course, without all the problems you had to meet on your way. But of a rather optimistic nature, you put them aside, taking advantage of this break to enjoy your pregnancy. The ride to the gynaecologist's office was quiet, Tom drove as carefully as he could, his hand secured on your stomach. A habit he took these past few months. Once arrived, we called you quickly, after all, you were late. Tom didn't want to admit it – you had never seen so much bad faith in anyone before. You just laughed at his bad faith. A nurse guided you to the doctor's surgery where she was waiting for you. When you entered the room, she got up and greeted you before inviting you to sit down.
“I’m happy to see you both here today,” the middle-aged woman said joyfully. “The father’s presence is really important for the baby as much as for the mother.”
“I do my best,” Tom admitted.
“I can see it, your presence today is the proof.”
Tom smiled and held your hand tighter as he listened to the ob-gyn’s words. After the many recalls, the consultation began. You got up and headed to the examination table, Tom on your heels.
“We’ll know the baby gender today, right?” the woman smiled while she applied the icy gel on your belly.
“Yes,” Tom rushed to answer, which made you smile.
“Someone is in a hurry,” the ob-gyn laughed.
“Kind of...” you smiled.
The exam went on normally, the doctor took her time to explain everything that was happening on the screen. Tom couldn't stay still and literally drank in the doctor's words. It made you enthusiastic to see him like that and you couldn't imagine the latter with mini you running in the Holland property.
“What?” Tom smiled at you. You didn’t even realize you were staring at him.
“Nothing,” you blushed, looking away.
"Congratulations! It's a girl!" the woman said happily.
"A girl," Tom repeated not believing his eyes.
A little girl, he was going to be a dad. These words hit him hard. Now it was hard facts. You knew the gender and you will soon look for a name. Whereas before, he knew she was there, he saw the belly grow from month to month and he didn't forget about its existence but it was easier to put it aside. To act as if nothing had happened. But now he couldn't bury his head in the sand any more. He was going to be a dad and taking care of a family. And that, it terrified him much more than he would dare to admit.
"You’re not happy?"
"I'm beyond happy! I… I don’ know what to say. I’m at loss of words." Tom declared quickly. "And I need to call my mum! Oh my god, she'll be so happy. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Hum," you said as he kissed the top of your head.
When Tom came out, the doctor waited a few minutes before speaking. Making sure that the young man wouldn't resurface.
"You seem a lot closer than during the last appointment. In fact, you’re like chalk and cheese.”
"Ah, yeah" you replied awkwardly. "He made a lot of efforts for the baby. I’m hopeful.. for both of us.”
"Does he.. he treat you well?"
"Of course! Why wouldn’t he?"
"Well, pregnancy can also be hard to live for the husband. And it’s the first time he came to an appointment."
"He’s busy."
"I believe you, but you shouldn’t glorify him. You must also communicate so that all these emotions don't eat you up inside, especially with your poor record."
"Yes doctor, don't worry, he takes really good care of me and does his best to free himself as much as possible."
And as if Tom had felt that you were talking about him, he returned to the room, a big smile on his face.
"I'll leave you a few moments, while I'm going to print the ultrasounds," she said before leaving the room, giving you a big smile.
Tom sat next to you, taking your hand. But as you had to get dressed, you let go of it.
"What did Nikki say?" asked him, putting on your shirt.
"She asked how you were doing and she literally popped my eardrum when I told her it was a girl."
"A bit of femininity in this family won't hurt," you laughed.
"And wait to see the reaction of my brothers," he added laughing in his turn.
A silence settled between you two again. As you continued buttoning your shirt, Tom cleared his throat ready to talk.
"Uhm ..." he said moving to be in front of you.
You raised your head when you heard the sound of his voice. He took your hand in his. You lowered your head and he put his fingers under your chin so that you could look at him.
"I'm really happy we can start this family together, really," he said looking at you straight in the eyes. "I absolutely don't regret my choices and this appointment really comforts me on my choices."
You lowered your head again, facing his words.
"Look at me," he said gently stroking your right cheek.
You blushed, not quite accustomed to his gestures of affections.
"Can I kiss you?"
You looked intensely at him, blushing again. You just nodded, not finding the words. You didn't actually know if it was a wise choice. On one side your rational side told you not to do it, that he was just trying to soften you and then make you suffer but your less rational side wanted to this kiss, you wanted to succumb. And that's what you were going to do. You chose weakness – it wasn't surprising. He pressed his forehead to yours, raising your head smoothly and pressed his lips to yours delicately. Tom didn't push things, he took his time. He didn't depend the kiss, it wasn't what he was looking for, he wanted to convey these feelings. Someone cleared its throat which cut short the kiss. You raised your head and saw the gynaecologist with a big smile. You blushed even more because of the surprise. Tom turned, scratching the back of his head – a nervous tic.
"Here's your picture, lovebirds," she laughed, as she gave Tom the scan.
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"Are you sure it's not ridiculous?" You asked Nikki through the bathroom door, "My belly is really starting to show ..."
"Of course not, that's not ridiculous!" She replied outraged. "Would you prefer something more fluid?"
"Yes, please," you added, still hiding in the bathroom.
This night was important. Tom was going to introduce you as his wife. And you really hoped that everything would be better than the last time. Tom promised you, but what did he know after all? Nikki had absolutely wanted to pick you a dress, tearing you away from Tom when you came home. Usually, her enthusiasm was a communicator and made you happy but right now it stressed you. This night was designed to stress you out.
"Put this on," Nikki said knocking softly on the door. "You're beautiful," Nikki exclaimed as she finally looked at you coming out of the bathroom.
"Thank you," you stuttered.
You weren't really accustomed to receiving compliments, especially from someone other than your mother. You turned to admire yourself in the mirror. The dress was black and made of a very fluid fabric. Your shoulders were partly bare, with embroidered sleeves. You touched the baby bump that you could guess through the dress. This dress really looked good on you.
"So?" Nikki asked excited by the fittings.
"Waoh," a voice said behind you two, cutting you before you could open your mouth. You went back and saw Tom in the dressing room. You lowered your head so that he didn't notice the crimson shade of your cheeks.
"I think it's... not bad," you said to answer Nikki's question.
"It's even better than not bad, Y / N, you're gorgeous," he said, kissing your cheek, increasing your blush. Nikki couldn't stop smiling.
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"Tom, lucky bastard," Harry said tapping him on the shoulder and looking at you in the distance.
Nikki and Dom had insisted on presenting you - or at least showing you to their friends at the charity gala.
Hum," he said sipping his bourbon. He couldn't look anywhere else, you were breathtaking. You looked up and your eyes met. You apologized to the people to whom you were and went to Tom.
Once in front of him, he took your hand and brought you closer, protectively.
"No alcohol?" he said, pointing to your glass.
"No alcohol sir," you answered sarcastically. As if you were going to risk drinking, especially after your appointment.
"Do you want to come home?" He asked, taking your hand in his and playing with one of your fingers.
"No, it's good we can stay." You lie, feeling uncomfortable.
Since the beginning of the evening, you could feel the eyes of people on you, even worse than last time.
"Are you sure?" He asked you, staring at you trying to disclose your lie.
"Yes yes," you continued before adding. "And I know how important this evening is to you, I don't want to ruin your chances, Tom."
"It's not that important," he lied.
In fact, this evening was more than important for him. It was in those kinds of parties that he made the most contracts and contacts. However, he was trying to think about anything except for himself, it was hard enough for him but he really tried. So, if you felt bad, he would come home with you. After all, his brothers were there. Even if deep down, he would like to bring back the biggest contract, it was just an ego thing.
You only looked at him with a 'don't bullshit me' look on your face.
"Okay, maybe it's important. But you too are important," he said.
You continued to chat about everything and nothing. Tom introduced you to some of his partners. Tom was in a conversation with a group of men and women when you saw him. You would recognize his superior appearance from miles around. A shiver ran down your spine. As if Tom could have felt your discomfort, he looked at you, questioning you with his eyes. You smiled at him to convince him and he returned to his conversation. You couldn't stop looking around, praying he wouldn't see you. You were fearing he would make a fuss like last time. After a moment, Tom apologized to the group of people and took you by the arm, moving away.
"What's the matter?" Tom asked
"Nothing," you answered softly.
"I can obviously see that something is wrong, it's the baby?"
"No no," you say. "It's ... it's just that I saw someone I didn't want to see."
"Who is that?"
"Harold," you whispered.
"I didn't hear anything," he replied as he leant on you. He couldn't hear anything because of the noise around you.
"Harold," you repeated louder.
Tom turned around and looked around the room. His eyes finally found his mark and sighed with annoyance.
"I had done everything so that he wouldn't be here tonight, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, you have nothing to do with it."
"Look at him strutting like a cockerel," he said, anger slightly rising in him. "We'll see who's going to be humiliated this time."
Tom started walking toward him when you stopped him.
"Stop it. That's stupid." You said while holding back Tom. "If you do that you'll be even worse than him."
"Not even torture him a bit?" Tom asked hopefully.
"No," you said seriously.
After a moment of silence, he came back, not giving up.
“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
“Yes.”
“What if I just break his nose a little?”
“Tom, stop,” you said hitting his chest. “C-Can we leave?” you asked shyly.
“Of course, princess,” he said.
You blushed, your cheeks turning crimson red at the name use. He took your hand and you left under the gaze of Tom’s family taken aback of seeing you leaving this early.
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→ pairing: wonwoo x reader
♕ summary: you and wonwoo had been friends for a while but after some unknown tension, that changes.
✱ genre/warnings: friends to lovers!au, talks about sex/smut related themes, nothing too explicit
✱ word count: 3k+
part 2
a/n: theres going to be a few parts bc i didnt know tumblr had a block limit or w/e its called so it stops at a random point, im sorry!
you went over to seungcheol's house where he and the rest of the twelve boys were hanging out—courtesy of your friend dropping you off. they said that they were bored and you were the only person that could hype them up and make it not so boring. you weren't exactly close to each one of them. joshua was shy around you, jun was always awkward and never knew what to say, same goes with seungkwan and dino. but you were closest with cheol, jeonghan, minghao, wonwoo and mingyu—knowing wonwoo for the longest. the rest were kind of your friends, still kind of like acquaintances. "what did you bring this time, y/n?" cheol asked, getting up from the couch where jeonghan and wonwoo also sat.
"i brought alcohol of course, and pizza." you replied, already feeling a bit tipsy after drinking a few beers before arriving.
"no alcohol for me but i'll take some pizza." dino said, standing and helping you with everything.
"i knew that you wouldn't want any so i brought backup soda." you carried a liter of pepsi and set it on cheol's kitchen countertop. all the boys got up and gathered in the kitchen, it was clear that they haven't ate yet so it was good you brought enough for them each. you smiled a bit when you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder. "you're too kind to us, y/n." a deep voice whispered, dangerously close to your ear which sent shivers down your spine.
you turned and saw wonwoo smirking. "you scared me." playfully hitting his chest, you got pizza with the rest of the boys and headed back into seungcheol's huge living room. there was a large flatscreen tv, a decent sized coffee table, two couch chairs and three long couches. although there was plenty of room for everyone to be seated, jihoon, soonyoung, joshua and dino sat on the floor, closer to the tv. you sat on the couch between cheol and jeonghan with the pizza in your lap and another beer in your hand. wonwoo came shortly afterwards and sat right in front of you.
cheol ended up putting a scary movie on, which he knew was one your favorites. every now and then you'd feel wonwoo's hair slightly brush your leg, causing you to get goosebumps. you couldn't lie and say that you never thought of him in a, not very appropriate sort of way before. he was extremely attractive—to say the least—with a deep voice, amazing talent, a caring yet dominant personality. and not to mention he's always around you and wanting to become closer to you. texting you, hanging out with you when he can, inviting you over to his house, parties, etc. he was sweet and kind in general but for some reason, when it was with you, it felt different. you weren't the only person who noticed either.
a few months ago, jihoon and some of the other guys mentioned the situation saying how he treated you differently than how he treated them and other girls. wonwoo was obviously appealing so he did have numerous girls trying to get with him around school. either trying to get with him, or in his pants. jihoon said that he'd always turn them down, ignore or just walk the other way, clearly uninterested. jun agreed and said that before you came into the picture and got close, wonwoo used to accept girls and have loads of them in his bedroom every night. he never tried to have a relationship, just a one night stand or a hookup every once a while. you clearly thought it was weird and a bit suspicious, but you never were the kind of person to draw conclusions and assumptions to stimulate your own fantasies of having the infamous jeon wonwoo as your own. he and you always talked and were closer than anyone else. sometimes he would flirt with you on the down low, but you always thought it was just friendship humor between the two of you. so you played along. you two would flirt and be suggestive around one another, compliment, call each other "babe" and say "i love you," but you never really thought of it being serious until that point. you had hoped your feelings weren’t one sided..
but even before that, that didn't stop you or your imaginations of being with him. innocently, or sinfully. you had to be honest, you did find yourself a bit turned on while thinking about his slender, long fingers inside you or tangled in your hair while you sucked him off. or how his skillful tongue would feel flicking against your clit and eating you out until you saw stars. or, how his length would stretch and fill you up.
in midst of your thoughts, a weight hit and landed on your shoulder, making you silently wince in pain. you quickly looked to your left and saw that jeonghan had fallen asleep and tipped over onto you. quietly thinking, you gently held his head and moved up to let him lay down. while doing that, you accidentally bumped wonwoo in the back with your legs, quietly apologizing in return. wonwoo turned around instantly and saw you, he smiled. you continued moving jeonghan slightly so he wouldn't wake up in pain. you knew how badly it sucked when that happened after sleeping wrong. when your work was done, you smiled to yourself and felt a tap on your back. "do you want to sit down here with me?" wonwoo whispered when you turned around. you nodded but motioned for him to wait a minute. you got up and grabbed two blankets, one for you and one for jeonghan. you covered him up and then sat on the ground against the couch next to wonwoo. "are you cold?" you asked him, genuinely concerned.
"uh, yeah actually, a bit." wonwoo replied quietly that only you could hear. smiling, you moved the blanket so it covered both you and wonwoo, but it was too small, wonwoo’s left knee was still exposed and part of his thigh. wonwoo silently groaned, then scooted closer to you, rubbing against your arm and knee. "there." he smiled as he fixed the blanket on his side, covering his legs.
you gulped. you felt so close to wonwoo. you could feel the temperature of his skin against yours. you didn't know what to do. you could practically hear your heart beating fast and hard against your chest—you were surprised that wonwoo, or the others weren't able to either. the rest of the boys were awake and still watching the movie, for the most part. some were dozing off, some were going to head home, telling cheol goodbye.
at the end of the movie, only jeonghan, seungcheol, jihoon, wonwoo, minghao, vernon and seungkwan remained in the living room.
cheol chose the next movie which, to your luck, was 50 shades of grey.
"ah, hyung why this movie?" the second youngest in the room complained.
"yeah, do you know how awkward we'll all feel? 'specially y/n!" seungkwan agreed with vernon.
seungcheol gave them both a look and turned his head over to you. "y/n, do you mind if we watch this?"
you swallowed dryly, your heart still continuing to beat rapidly. "uhm, i mean, i guess not? whatever you all want.." you silently cursed seungcheol for putting you on the spot.
seungcheol innocently smiled, "then i take that as a no, you don't mind." he put on the movie and headed back to the recliner he occupied.
suddenly wonwoo whispered in your ear, "why did you agree to this, y/n?" his breath fanned your ear, sending another round of chills through your body and heat to your core.
you weren't sure if he knew what he was doing to you. your heart still continued pounding, "i-i don't know, i didn't want to rain on anyone's parade." that technically wasn't a total lie.
wonwoo laughed slightly by your ear, "how thoughtful of you."
you turned your head, his face inches apart from yours. "thank you." you replied as calmly as you possibly could.
his eyes studied your face, then dropped down to your lips for a split second. wonwoo smirked slightly and licked his own, then nodded.
as he was about to turn his attention to the movie, you quietly said his name. "wonwoo.."
he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "yes?"
your heart felt like it was going to burst at any moment. you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to grab his face and taste him, feel his soft tongue against yours. you wanted to feel his lips against your neck, his hands at your throat. everything. you wanted him so badly. "i..i’m going to make popcorn," you quickly got up and stumbled to the kitchen. you needed to get out of there. you could barely breathe, you needed to collect yourself and calm down. searching for the box of popcorn, you tried to slow down your breathing. you opened the bag and put it in the microwave, then set the time. you sat at the island waiting for it to finish. mentally slapping yourself, you couldn't get his lips out of your mind. you were so close to just leaning in and kissing the hell out of that boy. you rested your head against the cool marble top, gently banging your head against it, wishing that jeon wonwoo wasn't such a fucking god that you just wanted to pounce on every time you see him.
"you okay?" a voice said from in front of you.
you sighed before responding, “yeah i'm okay.” it was minghao, the red haired boy examined you closely, "you sure?"
"yeah, it’s just.." you sighed once more, laying your head on the table. the microwave began to beep, signaling the popcorn was done. minghao walked briskly over and got it out, setting it near you. "hao?" you asked, head still down.
"yes y/n?" you heard the chair next to you scrape gently on the wood floor.
lifting your head up, you leaned in closer to him, just so that wonwoo—or any of the other awoken boys—wouldn't have a chance of hearing. “what do you do if you like someone but you're just too afraid of ruining what you already have with them?" you were ready to spill.
minghao puffed his cheeks and furrowed his eyebrows, a look of confusion taking over his soft features. "oh, uh,” he paused for a second. “hmm, well, i don't really know."
"i don't know if i'm in love with him or if it's just a little infatuation."
"oh wow, who is it? if you don't mind telling me." you could tell minghao was genuinely interested and curious.
you glanced over to the living room, making sure wonwoo hadn't popped up and peeping on you two.
"WAIT." minghao said, a little too loudly.
"shh!" you hushed, quickly covering his mouth. "please, don't tell and keep it down." he mumbled an "okay" into your hand. his own reaching to your wrist to take it away. you grabbed his shoulder and put your lips near his ear, "it's wonwoo." you quickly moved away and hid your face.
"oh, psh, i knew that."
"how did you-" he cut you off by rolling his eyes.
"oh come on. i've seen the way you look at him, the way you act with him, the way you get when you're next to him."
"b-but it's just friendly things though! we-"
"what's friendly about calling each other babe, saying i love you, flirting, smiling at each other as if you two were the only ones in the world, and falling asleep on each other?"
you glared at him while he smiled, showing his teeth like a child. "shut up, i just don't know if i like him, love him, or lust over him."
"well, maybe it's not just a crush? to me it seems like its not. besides, i've seen the way you act around him. it's completely different than when you're with the others."
"oh whatever. it's not that obvious."
"y/n. come on. you stare at him with total heart eyes, you always giggle around him, you look at him up and down, you have that shine in your eyes. i bet your pupils grow a thousand times bigger by just thinking of him."
"stopppp." you said, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
"see? you're blushing! you're so adorable." minghao laughed and put his hands on both of your shoulders.
"if you don't stop teasing me i swear to god xu minghao i will-“
"y/n?"
you and minghao faced the living room to see wonwoo standing there, confused.
minghao moved his hands off your shoulder and held back a smile. "good luck," he whispered in your ear and got up to leave the kitchen.
you punched him playfully while he laughed and you gave him a look. "hey wonwoo. what's up?"
"i was just, wondering where you were. you were taking a while and then minghao left and came here so.." wonwoo stood there awkwardly.
why was he being like this? it's as if he were nervous, anxious.
"aw, that's sweet wonwoo, i was just talking with minghao and lost track of time."
"oh,” was all that he replied with.
you grabbed the bag of popcorn and walked to him. "come on," smiling, you put your hand on his back and guided him back to the living room.
"guys, want any popcorn?" wonwoo asked the boys, but they were all too interested in the raunchy movie. "guess it'll be just for us." he sat in his previous spot while you did the same.
time passed and the movie began to get a bit more dirty. seungkwan was right, you did feel awkward. especially being next to wonwoo, who couldn't stop moving around. "is something wrong, wonwoo?" you said quietly into his ear.
"what? oh, uhm-" he coughed lightly, "yeah i'm fine, why?"
you giggled, "you keep moving and clearing your throat. are you sure you're alright?"
he visibly swallowed and smirked the slightest. he leaned over to your ear, "i'm sure y/n. i'm fine." he smiled sweetly, assuring you he was indeed fine. "what about you? are you alright?" you felt his hand touch your inner thigh, subconciously making you clench them together. you shuddered and nodded. he hummed, "mm, you sure?" he innocently began squeezing your thigh, a habit he developed long ago into letting you know he's there for you.
you swallowed back a moan and grabbed his hand, then moved him closer, "i'm sure."
neither of you were sure.
as the different sex scenes came up and you couldn't help but imagine that wonwoo was christian and you were anastasia.
before, you thought that this kind of relationship was extremely weird. being tied up, spanked, overstimulated, etc. it all seemed so..not ordinary. but one day, you were bored and your mind lingered over to the kink and researched more about it. now, you're pretty sure it wouldn't be all that bad, hot and arousing, even.
you glanced over at wonwoo who was clearly more into it than you, including the other boys. you looked around, seeing how all of them were focused on the movie, the brightness shining their eyes. moans and slaps from the movie erupted and made your ears grow warm. you looked at wonwoo, seeing his adam's apple in his throat bob. you obviously couldn't be the only one who had been affected by the movie's vulgar scenes. you felt like you needed a high power fan on your face. you weren't only turned on, but embarrassed watching this with all the other guys. how was anyone else not moving around like wonwoo? he has clearly bothered. the poor boy couldn't stay still, and the bulge in his sweatpants didn't seem so comfortable either.. you were lucky that no one could be able to read your thoughts, or who knows how they would react.
wonwoo felt the exact same way though. he couldn't stop moving around, his dick wanting nothing but friction and release. wonwoo, like you had thought as well, couldn't help but wish you two were in the movie's positions rather than christian and anastasia. he's only imagined how your moans would sound during the countless times he's gotten off to that scenario.
"finally the movie's over!" seungkwan yelled after what seemed like forever.
seungcheol got up, heading to switch the lights back on.
"what happened?" jeonghan said suddenly, voice laced with sleep as he sat up and yawned.
"and by 'head to bed' you mean beat your meat for a bit," vernon chuckled.
the rest of the guys laughed as seungcheol looked at him, "you're not wrong." vernon looked back at him with an dramatic shocked expression while seungcheol raised his eyebrows and headed upstairs. vernon looked back at him with an dramatic shocked expression while seungcheol raised his eyebrows and headed upstairs.
"i'm going home, see ya." seungkwan sat up, grabbing his jacket.
"me too, give me a ride?" vernon asked the older, also grabbing his jacket.
"sure." the two youngest said their goodbyes and headed out the door. other members followed suit and left back home as well. with you, jeonghan, jihoon, wonwoo and minghao left, everyone tried to brainstorm ideas on what to do next. "how about truth or dare?" jihoon suggested.
"what are we, eighth graders?" jeonghan complained, rolling his eyes.
"got a better idea?" jihoon snapped back.
"yeah, actually," jeonghan paused, "anything but that."
"you're just scared that someone will give you a dare that you don't wanna do." jihoon pressed at jeonghan, wanting him to give in.
he scoffed in return, "scared? no way, i just don't wanna play that dumb game."
"then suggest a better one, yoon." minghao butted in, stopping the two from fighting.
“how about spin the bottle?"
“how's that any better than truth or dare?"
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A Bullet For You
Type: Fluff(?)
Character: Park Chanyeol x Reader (Mafia! AU)
Words Counted: 3k+
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You came from a different background from your friends. Your father was in the most biggest mafia gang in the city and you know how dangerous it could be.
You father trained you to use a gun since you were 7 and your mom basically taught you how to do basic fights.
At the age of 16 you were almost kidnaped but you manage to handle yourself very well and when your father knew about this he wasn’t in shock at all.
“We’ve trained you well then, I’m proud of you.” He would tell you and you would just nod your head,
Besides the dangerous family background, you actually got to know what it’s like to become a normal teenager as well. You went through high school, you fell in love, and had your own roller coaster of emotion too.
When you finally reached the age of 20, your father has arranged you a marriage with one of his friend’s son.
His name is Chanyeol.
When you first met him, you felt a bit scared and intimidated by him. He was much more taller than you obviously. When you stand next to him it’s like you’re standing right next to a streetlight. His dark brown eyes and flaming red hair adds up with his looks.
“Chanyeol.” He said his name as he shook your hand.
“(Y/N).” You swallowed the saliva you had hold.
You got to know him in a short period of time—2 months or so, and then your parents finalised that you have to marry Chanyeol.
You were against it at first, you threatened your family that you would leave but your father didn’t change his mind one bit.
At the age of 22, you were married.
To a guy who was still a stranger to you, and you only know his name.
Not his previous life.
Not his family.
Nothing.
You both actually slept in a different bedroom. Even though you guys are married, you still sleep in separate bedrooms.
“This’ll be your room, mine is just down the hall, so if there’s anything you could just scream or just call me.” He said as he guide you to your bedroom.
You nervously nodded your head before he opened the door.
You stepped in ask was surprised to see how roomy it was. Chandelier’s hanging just above your bed, and in front of your bed was the view of your huge backyard.
I could get used to this, you thought.
Like time, your marriage goes on. Chanyeol would go out to do his job and sometimes he would come home covered in blood. Sometimes injured as well.
You guys rarely talked. Either during meals, or maybe when you had a family gathering, or just an important meeting together.
When you passed him through the hall, you would say a quick ‘hi’ to him and that’s the only conversation— you can’t even say it’s a conversation!
But everytime he left the mansion, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit worried about him, especially if you know that it’s going to get bloody. You still care about him.
You were currently, breaking sweat in the gym you had in the mansion. Your knuckles making contact with the punching bag making you grunt, since you weren’t wearing your gloves. You were punching it with your bare hands.
Music was blasting from the speaker that’s connected from your phone.
You kept on punching, following the rhythm of the music that was on.
You turn you back as the music stopped and you found Chanyeol standing holding your phone.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“Sure.” You said, before continuing to punch the bag.
“So uh… it’s been 3 months since we’re married.” He started.
You punched the bag harder as the words came to your ears.
“Yeah.” You said, suddenly feeling tired and you stretched your fingers, winching at the pain you felt. Chanyeol’s eyes traveled down you your hand and his eyes widen.
“(Y/N), you hands are bleeding.” He said, putting your phone down before rushing closer to you. He took your hand into his big ones and he examined your knuckles. You felt your heart raced a bit since, you’ve never gotten this close to him.
“It’s fine—“
“Where are your gloves?” He asked, cutting you off.
“It’s fine, I think the butler mistakenly washed mine instead of yours.” You explained pulling your hands away form his before walking past him to take your towel to wipe the blood off your knuckles.
“What did you want to talk about?” You asked him changing the subject.
He looked at you for a moment before he cleared his throat.
“You don’t hate me right?” He asked, and you looked at him surprised.
“No, of course not, why would you think that?” You asked him back.
“It’s just, we’re married okay, and you’re my wife, it’s just awkward and weird that I don’t really know anything about the woman I married.” He said as he played with his fingers. You blinked twice and bit your bottom lip.
“I, uh…” You mumbled out not really know what to say. “What do you want to know about me?” You asked him.
“I actually came here to ask if you’re up for going out later tonight.” He said.
You raised an eyebrow before you could smile, feeling all flustered.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked.
A smiled turned up as he was blushing himself.
“You could say that.” He nodded.
“Okay then.” You nodded
“Okay?” He repeated, not fully believing that you’ve accepted his invitation.
“Yeah, sure, I want to get to know you better as well.” You said.
“Okay great, be ready at 7 and wear something nice.” He said.
You nodded your head before leaving the gym and you could believe this, but you were looking forward on your ‘date’ with Chanyeol.
7 rolled around fast enough. You had your black long dress on and you’ve put on enough make up. Your maroon lipstick was the thing you loved about your look. You put on your heels aha matches your dress before walking out from your room. As you closed the door, Chanyeol came out wearing his pants and black shirt that’s tucked in. His sleeved rolled up to his elbow, and he was carrying his suit ih his arm. His red hair is a bit messy, but he pushed it back with his fingers. You couldn’t help but to admire his look. Even though you were wearing your heels, he’s still much taller.
“Hey you look great. Didn’t know you were going to wear black as well.” He chuckled.
You looked down to your dress and smiled at him.
“Thanks, not so bad yourself.”
“Aish…” He smiled, looking down to his shoes. He looked back to you and took a deep breath.
“Shall we go?”
The place looks expensive. People were dressed and you felt like you were in those types of balls that you parents used to take you when you were younger.
The waiter guided you and Chanyeol to your table before handing you the menus. You both ordered your food right away and the waiter reused to the kitchen.
“This place is nice.” You said, shifting on your seat making it more comfortable.
“Yeah, my parents used to take me here.” He said.
“So…” Chanyeol started. “Tell me about yourself.” He said.
You looked at him and chuckled to yourself.
“Ah, where to start…” You licked your bottom lip, looking up the ceiling trying to think of the things you wanted to tell him.
You eventually told him about your previous life. About your high school, friends and heartbreaks. You told him that you were against the arranged marriage and he nodded his head like he was also against it somehow, but he didn’t interrupt you as you tell him about yourself.
“But, yeah, my dad didn’t want any change of plans, and here we are now!” You smiled raising your glass before taking sip of your drink.
“What about you?” You asked, putting the glass back down.
“Well, you already know my father and basically my family.” He started and you hummed.
“My sister actually got married to this man, who, at first I though was a nice guy, then again, you don’t know what happens when the door closes right?” You nodded your head in response. “So it turns out my sister got hurt when he was with him— I actually found this out because I went to their home and they were fighting.
“He hit my sister right in front of me, so I jumped and beat him up apparently. She got a divorce and married another man who was, nice and just less horrible—let’s face it, we’re horrible.” Chanyeol joked and it made you chuckle.
“Now she lives with her husband in Portugal.” He finished.
“I actually met your sister, she’s very beautiful and nice.” You smiled.
“Yeah…” Chanyeol agreed.
“But have you ever been in a relationship before? I mean, before me.” You asked.
He shook his head.
“That’s why I was against the marriage at first because I don’t really know how relationships work, and I though to myself, like, how am I going to be a husband if I don’t know the fist step of being a boyfriend?!’ I was panicking.” He said, and you laughed.
He told you that he indeed went to school, and he almost got in trouble because he got into fight with his friend. You came to know that Chanyeol isn’t as scary as you thought he was. He turns out to be so funny and just a nice, gentle regular guy.
Your food came not long after, but you both still talk while you both were enjoying your dinner.
“No but, seriously though I didn’t—“ Chanyeol didn’t finished his sentence because the sounds of guns were heard.
You startled in your seat to turn and there were just a group of gangs wearing mask. One of them pointed the gun up and started firing at the ceiling causing everyone to drop to the ground. So did you and Chanyeol.
“Shit.” Chanyeol cussed. He stumbled, taking his gun he kept hidden on his legs.
“Those were guys I had business with, months ago, why the hell are they here?” He asked himself.
You took the gun you slipped under your dress.
“You brought guns?” He asked surprised.
“Please, I’m always prepared.” You told him, and Chanyeol couldn’t help but feeling impressed.
Some people around you were already standing up with their guns aiming to the intruder. Some were slowly crawling out from the place to get safety.
“You get out of here, I’ll be out in a bit.” Chanyeol command you. You nodded your head before rushing with the others. Chanyeol joined the others to take shots to the people. The people with masks were already all over the place. Gunshots can be heard from left to right, you were almost attacked but thank god you brought you gun with you. A man grabbed you by the neck, and you gasped for air. You struggled yourself out of his arms before punching his face and shot his chest. As you were about t reach the door, you found yourself looking back. Your eyes searching for Chanyeol and you found him. He was fighting with one of the guy in mask and successfully knocked him out. He licked his bottom lip as he looked t his surrounding and took a shot at a person who was aiming at him.
You saw a guy aiming at him and you wanted to yell.
You then rushed towards Chanyeol and he noticed you.
“Chanyeol!”
“(Y/N)?”
“Get down!” You yelled, before taking a shot at the man. You pushed CHanyeol aside as you pulled the trigger. You hit him and he was dead. But before the man was dead, he took a shot and it hit your arm. You screamed in pain, falling onto the floor. You held out your shoulder with your hand and Chanyeol was already crouching beside you.
“Oh, no, (Y/N)!”
Your breathing started to get heavy as he turned you and you shook your head.
“Go, go kill those bastards!” You hissed in pain.
“No, I can’t leave you like this!” he said.
“Just go! I’ll be okay!” Huffed. You sat up and leaned your body onto the table behind you.
“Chanyeol go, there’s so many of them!”
He looked around before looking back at you.
“I’ll go okay?” He said and you nodded your head, still bearing the pain on your shoulder.
“Go.” You breathed.
You then felt Chanyeol’s lips on yours and you were surprised by his action. But now really complaining, you kissed him back before he pulled away.
“Stay put okay, I’ll be right back, I promise.” He said through the sound of gunshots and yells.
You nodded your head before he could get up and rushed to fight the others.
You felt the room was spinning, and cold sweat started to stream down your face. You fell back to the floor still holding on to your shoulder before everything went black.
You woke up feeling heavy and just exhausted. You woke up back in your bedroom not remembering what had happen. You were about to get up, but quickly lay back down as you felt the pain on your shoulder. You took deep breaths before forcing your self to get up on the bed, then you realized that you weren’t wearing your clothes. The black button up shirt had Chanyeol’s strong scent and then the memories of last night event came back to you. You remembered the dinner you had with Chanyeol, you remembered intruders entering the restaurant. You remembered getting shot, and you remembered Chanyeol kissed you.
You unbutton the shirt with your good hand until halfway, making sure the wounds are still there. You looked to your shoulder and it was already covered in bandages. Your fingers touched your lips still remembering how Chanyeol’s lips felt like.
“Stay put okay, I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Chanyeol.
Your heart starts to race. You didn’t know where he was. Is he hurt? Is he here? Is he even alive, that’s the question you really want to know.
You slowly got out of bed to put on a short and to button the shirt back up. You gently opened the door and surprised by a tall figure standing right in front of you.
“Chanyeol…” You breathed, looking up to him.
He didn’t wast a second to put his arms around your neck gently, not wanting to hurt your shoulder.
“You’re awake.” He whispered. “Thank god, I was so scared, I thought I’ve lost you.”
“I’m okay…” You whispered on his chest before placing your arms around his middle. You felt Chanyeol’s lips pressed above your head before he puled away.
“Are you okay?” You asked him.
“I’m fine—“
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again looking up to him.
“Yeah, now that you’re awake, I’m perfectly fine.” He said, tucking the strand of your hair behind your ear.
He told you to sit back on your bed and you asked him to sit beside you. And he did.
“You passed out, right after you told me to kick some ass.” He started. “A lot of people was dead, and it turns out that those gangs had 2 targets in the restaurant. One was killed, but one escaped. I thought I was the one they were after, but no.”
“You have a cut here.” You placed your hand on his face, touching the scar on his cheekbone.
he just smiled and leaned into your touch.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Better, someway.” You said, pushing your hair back before leaning your head onto his shoulder.
“I was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up.” He started, feeling his arm around your waist.
“You weren’t really breathing when we got back I called the doctors as soon as we were on the road. I watched them… wrap your shoulder with bandages and I was going to keep you accompany that night.” He explained.
“But, I was scared of how you would react so I decided to get back to my room instead.
He turned to look at you as you were looking at him. Your face so close to him, you can actually feel his breath against your skin.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked suddenly.
You slowly nod you head before you could feel his lips pressing against yours. He gently tugged you closer before you could wrap your good arm around his neck, feeling every movement of his lips on yours.
You started to feel that butterflies you had when you were in high school.
You loved Chaneyol.
“God, I love you, I can’t hold it to myself anymore.” Chanyeol whispered against your lips.
He loved you.
You looked into his dark eyes. Full of sincere, and care.
“And I haven’t get the chance to say thank you for saving my life.” He added. And you smiled, leaning your face to his shoulder as your cheeks reddening.
“You took a bullet for me.” He said. “I thought no one would ever do that to me, not even my friends.” He said.
“Maybe it’s because I love you too.” You replied.
“You do?” He asked in surprised.
“Yeah, I mean, we are married anyway, might as well love you too.” You shrugged as a joke. and he laughed.
“Well, thank god for that.” He said giving you a quick kiss.
He leaned in but you winced as your shoulder hit his.
“Sorry, I forgot!” He apologized. You nodded your head, holding on to your shoulder.
“It’s okay, I can’t move my arm freely yet.” You said, using your good arm to put your arm around your arm.
“Well, don’t worry, I’ll be taking care of you and I’ll get you anything you want and need.” He told you, and you raised your eyebrow.
“Anything?” You asked, looking down to his lips before meeting his gaze again.
He nodded his head. “Yeah.” He breathed.
“Then kiss me.” You whispered.
He chuckled before shaking his head.
“Oh, yes ma’am.” He said connecting his lips back to you.
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