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kookwashere · 5 months

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A december kind of love

paring: reader x jungkook, wife/husband

sum: you and jungkook have been married for almost a year and this is your first christmas coming up together as a newly married couple, how will you both spend the start of your holiday season?

warnings: cute nicknames, smut later on in story (big dick jk and unprotected) explicit language, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of oc's trauma (r*pe and abuse), story in lowercase on purpose, please keep these in mind.

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the mistletoe, the little piece green plucked from nature decorated with holiday berries and a bow, hanging in front of a door.

you're arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on your waist, staring in each others eyes in the doorway.

"it's a mistletoe, pretty girl, you know what that means?" he asked, his voice soft.

"of course i know what it means, what about it?" you whispered to him.

he leaned in and kissed your plump red lips. "you know, i've dreamed about spending this holiday for you for as long as i can remember." he said while pulling back

you smiled and played with his hair while looking into his eyes, "it's going to be a good season, huh?" you said.

"the best." he said while leaning in once again to kiss you under the mistletoe.

you smiled and kissed him back again, then your little niece came running in the room. "ooooh! mommy, aunt ____ and uncle kook are kissing again!" you heard her little voice and pulled away from jungkook.

"what are you doing haley? weren't you with your mom?" you asked bending down to her level. "mommy doesn't know i got out of the room...well i guess she does now that i called for her..." she realized. you just giggled and came back up to jungkook.

haley's mom come out, your older sister. "____, sorry she got out, i really tried to keep an eye on her but i got a call and turned around for one second and-" she started rambling "hey, hey- don't worry, i love my little haley." you said and smiled down at her. "and i love her too." jungkook said as he picked up haley in his arms and blew raspberries on her cheek, her cute little giggles filled the room.

"wow, i can't believe it's december already, i feel like all the months went by so fast, i cannot be the only one." you said with your hands on your hips. "no, i agree, it felt like yesterday i asked you to marry me." jungkook said with a smile on his face

"oh please, that felt like 1910." you said jokingly. "did it really feel that long ago?" he asked. "well, i was joking but in some ways it kind of does, i can already see your grey hair koo." you teased, fingers curling around his raven locks.

"what?? no, are you serious?" he panicked and ran to the bathroom to see. "koo, baby- i was just kidding, your still my handsome late 20 year old hubby." you said and pecked his cheek.

"shit, don't do that to me baby, you know wasting money on hair dye is not my thing." he breathed out with his hand over his heart.

you giggled and continued to put up more decorations around your house, your sister was just staying over for the holidays, "trust me, i know jungkook." you said walking away, still giggling.

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you and jungkook were lying in your shared bed, your head resting against his bare chest, his arm around your waist and hand resting on your hip, his other arm under his head, you drew circles on his chest in a pattern that he liked.

"i can't believe it, our first christmas coming up as a married couple." he mumbled out. you nodded and smiled. "crazy, isn't it?" you said against his chest. "i wonder if like 5 or 7 years from now, or whenever, we'll have our own little family, them jumping on our bed christmas morning saying 'santa came!'...i don't know, it's kind of stupid isn't it?" he chuckled.

"no koo, it's not stupid at all, i'm just shocked because i thought you said you didn't want kids." you looked up at him.

"yeah in my junior year of high school silly, but now that i met the love of my life and matured, that's my second big dream." he looked down back at you. "your second? what's your first?" you asked curiously.

"to spend the rest of my life with you until we are buried next to each other 6 feet underground." he smiled.

"hmmm, you little romantic dork." you flicked his forehead. "ow! what was that for?" he said putting his hand on his forehead.

"it's my love language if you forgot, i thought you knew that!" you pouted. "nah i didn't forget baby, just startled me." he chuckled and looked into your eyes. "do you remember my love language?" he asked softly.

"no i don't, do you maybe mind showing me?" you said just as softly back. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly leaned in, connecting your lips.

your hands found the back of his neck and the kiss melting ever so softly, it just felt so right. he knew he was getting carried away, you both did, but you both needed this right now.

"kook- haley is right next to us in the other room..." you said breaking the kiss. "i guess you'll have to be quiet then, yeah?" he said kissing down your neck, sliding his hands up your night gown.

you held onto his shoulders as he kissed right between your breasts, his hands discarding the night gown.

he came back up to you but his fingers didn't, no, his fingers went down, under your panties, finding your excitement that came from that heated kiss, and just him himself.

"already wet? we just kissed baby, how cute..." he teased. "stop jungkook, please..." you said while gripping his shoulders tighter.

he kissed you again, tongues interlocking, his fingers sliding into your entrance, you moaned but you quickly stopped when you remembered haley or your sister could wake up any moment.

jungkook slid another finger in, shortly a second one, his index finger, middle finger and ring finger all in there. "gotta stretch you out again, it's been awhile." he groaned out. you moaned at his words. "you liked that huh? you dirty girl..." he teased sexily. "kook, g-gonna-" you couldn't finish your sentence because he pulled his fingers out. "i don't think so, cmere." he said and flipped you onto your fours. he quickly took off his boxers, grabbing his heavy length and slapping it against your ass cheek.

"i don't have a condom, is this okay?" he asked quietly. "yes, fuck jungkook, just please put it in." you whined desperately. he bit his lip and lined up his member, sliding it in easily because of your wetness.

"oh my fucking god, fuck baby..." you heard from behind you, your hands pressed against the headboard, moaning as quiet as you can.

his thrusts started to get meaner, but still gentle with you. your moans were started to get louder. "shhh, i should've put my cock in your mouth before to teach you what it's like to be quiet, you disobedient girl." he slapped your ass while thrusting into you. "i-im sorry, i-i- oh my god... i'm trying..." you moaned out, your hand cupping over your mouth to try and be quiet. "mmm." he moaned out, each thrust against you, your ass rippled against him.

"yeah? you like this huh? i do too, i fucking love it, i fucking love you." he said moaning. "i- fuck! i love you too." you whined put. "i'm gonna cum baby, can i cum inside? can i cum inside your tight little pussy?" he said, his thrusts losing that fast steady pattern. "fuck, please jungkook..." you said about to lose it. you felt a pressure in your belly, your eyes rolling back while letting out the sluttiest, beautiful, hottest moan jungkook has heard. just a few seconds after, jungkook came inside you with a loud groan and a strong grip on your ass.

you felt over, breathing heavily, jungkook doing the same. after a few minutes he got up with a warm towel, gently cleaning you both up, with the bed.

"go pee baby." jungkook said gently patting your thigh. you groaned, you were so comfy though. "okay, stay here." you said wrapping a towel around your body. "of course." he smiled tiredly. you went to the bathroom and came back, and joined jungkook in his open arms.

"thank you." you whispered while hugging him. "no, thank you." he said back, hugging you even tighter.

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you woke up in the morning, and yawned, looked over to your side to see your husband beside you. "hey baby, good morning." you whispered, pecking his forehead. he's out of it. you giggled seeing him snore like a beast." you got out of bed, and went over to your full sized mirror, seeing all the love marks jungkook left on your body. your neck, your breasts, your thighs. you sighed, you didn't sigh because you were mad, fuck, you felt like a canvas that was painted by the best artist. you sighed because these marks were good, unlike previous ones you had.

"baby, what's wrong?" you heard a deep voice behind you. "oh good morning! it's nothing." you said looking at him and smiling. "i know when something is wrong, tell me, please." he said holding both of your hands. you hesitated a moment, looking into his eyes.

you sighed giving in. "do you remember i told you the relationship with my father was not good, at all?" you asked tilting your head. "you mentioned it a few times, what's wrong?" he said squeezing your hands.

"when i was 9, my father was always out, he went to clubs, he drinked, cheated on my mom numorous times, it was like that every night. he would come home and throw me and my sister in a closet, locking us in there until we 'learned our lesson'." you looked down your lap. "he burned cigars on our skin, he slapped our mother right infront of us, he threw us and slapped us aswell, it was like that until one night, he was super drunk, more than usual, my sister and mom were already locked in a closet, god knows what happened to them, i was playing with the only barbie i had. i remember him randomly grabbing my arm, throwing me on the bed..then..." you couldn't finish the sentence.

"i'm so sorry, i knew i should have told you earlier but i thought you would think of me differently and then-" you cried "hey, ___, baby- it's okay, shh, your okay baby." he said and pulled you to his chest. "that's why im so close with my sister, just a couple years after that we found out our mom had died and our dad eventually was put in jail...my sister was the one that took care of me, she was always there for me, that's why i'm trying to do the same for her right now." you said, still crying but not as much.

"awww baby...," he whispered. "i don't think any differently of you, if anything...i think your so brave, your such a strong, intelligent, brave woman, that's a reason i fell in love with you, more than you would ever know." he whispered connecting your foreheads.

you smiled and hugged him. "i love you jungkook, i love you so much." you said in his neck.

"i love you more, ____."

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you were still decorating the christmas tree when you realized you forgot to put the star on top, how silly of you. you couldn't even fucking reach the top. "jungkook?" you yelled. "can you help me put the star on the tree?" he came almost immediately, "don't worry, i got you." he smiled.

"thank you." you stepped back so he could work his magic. the star lit up on the tree and it really did pull all of it together. haley came running into the room. "mommy, look! it's a star!" she said with a big toothy smile. "sure is haley, isn't it beautiful?" your sister said. "yes! it's so beautiful like me!" she said confidently.

all three of you giggled agreeing. "i have a really good feeling this is going to be a good christmas and that 2024 is going to come with wonderful things." you said to your sister and jungkook. "i agree." your sister nodded while smiling, staring at the beautiful tree.

jungkook took your hand and kissed the top of it. "as beautiful as this tree is, i have something more beautiful that i can look at every single day." he said looking at you. "maybe in 2024 there will be surprises, sadness, joy, love, but whatever it is, im in it with you, and for the rest of the years to come." he said smiling, taking your hand and leading you under the mistletoe once again.

"you slick boy." you said smiling, leaning in to kiss him again, of course with haley teasing both of you and showing her mother. "you cute girl." he said back, leaning into kiss you again.

yeah, this will be a good year.

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that's it!! i hope you liked this little christmas treat, i'm just posting this now because i'm going to be busy the rest of december but wanted to do something 🥺 i hope everyone has a merry christmas and a happy new year! 💜

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lululandd · 11 months

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Cod boys x reader who struggle with self harm

vacant surrender;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

word count: 397

warnings: self harm, angst, but the good feel kinda angst lmfao

note: loosely based on personal experience (im legit incapable of writing for people i dont have a hyperfixation on, so im throwing ghost under the bus for this one)

summary: scars and all

The first thing Simon does when he comes home is always to check on you. You might think you can fool him with your sweet smile and cheerful voice, but he knows you better than that. This is what happens when you willingly date the Ghost himself, you are always under his watch.

He can see you try not to flinch when he moves closer, chapped lips skimming your bare shoulder. Goosebumps exploded across your skin; he’s pleased that he still has that effect on you. An arm snaked around your waist, he bends down so his tongue can lap slow circles on your neck. You were too engrossed in the moment to notice he has been feeling around your arms down to your wrist.

He turned you around and placed his mouth against the back of your neck, he knows it’s your weak place, and as a low moan escaped your trembling lips, his hand travelled down your thigh. You gasped, and Simon’s lips drew into a tight line. He instantly knew it wasn’t from whatever he’s doing to you right now.

Letting out a sigh, he knelt down to check on whatever wound he reopened on your thigh.

“What happened this time, love?”

With experience, you know where to cut so people don’t notice new ones, and to place strategic ones so you can tell them you got it by accident. But he’s not most people, isn’t he? He always notices.

Simon’s brows furrow, twisting his expression into something severe, ten different scenarios have run through his head, each worse than the last. The darkness of his eyes seemed endless as he stared at your marred skin.

Loving you was a choice.

A choice he consciously made, something he fully understood and accepted. He chose to care, chose to adore you, he chose to be by your side.

When he looks up, he sees you coming back to reality, that he had noticed the new wounds, and sees the tear about to form in your eyes.

“I’m not angry at you.” He exhaled your name softly, “Will you tell me what happened?”

His hands are not clean; they’ve killed and mangled and will continue to do so. His hands are dirty with all the blood of his enemies and the innocents, they will never wash away. But if you let him he will use them to love you fully.

Scars and all.

hewwo! author here :3 please know you are loved and there are people that loves you and think about you; there will always be friends that are willing to listen to your problems and hardships. things might seem bleak and inescapable right now but i promise things do get better. ages ago i thought cutting would lessen emotional pain that i was experiencing and lmfao it took me a wholeass year to realise i was just feeling emotional pain and unnecessary physical pain so i started getting better friends and getting some other outlet for all the feelings bottled up inside. after a couple months i realised certain people makes me feel like shit so i cut ties with those and boy those felt liberating af. i hope your situation gets better soon. my dms are always open if you want to shittalk and vent :3

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing

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mykoreanlove · 9 months

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one of his girls

“Come on.. Come on.. Answer me.. I am going nuts without you here!” You were gazing at your phone with hawk-eyes. It remained silent, no matter how intensively you stared at it. You were desperately waiting for a message from your bestie, you needed her comforting words right now. You needed to hear her say that it was going to be okay. Because you felt far from that.

What got your panties in a bunch? Jungkook.

Or rather the lack of Jungkook, to be precise. You met him a couple of months ago on a dating app – both of you were looking for fun, nothing too serious so you gave it a shot. Both of you had ulterior motives though. You wanted to collect spicy experiences and live your femineity, whereas he wanted to find himself after his most recent breakup.

And it worked. He paid you attention, whispered loving compliments into your ear and fucked you properly until you forgot your name. You encouraged him to open up, to realize what he was made of and flattered his ego by showing interest in him. It was an intentional relationship which fulfilled its purpose. Until it didn’t.

He pulled back, became stingy with his attention until he grew completely silent on you. Instinctively, you tried to chase him but realized that he was done with you. He simply lacked the courage to tell you that. Once in a blue moon he contacted you, sex being his motif, but you ignored him, too hurt to even consider fucking him.

“He moved on. Why can’t you?”

Your friends were fed up with your whining about Jungkook. Why couldn’t you let him go? What was so captivating about him? What drew you to him even though he treated you like shit? You often asked yourself but never found a question. Your resentment towards him grew bigger, you started to slowly poison yourself. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your ringing phone caught your attention. “Thank god, finally!” You picked up the phone, relief washing over you. “Thank god, you’re calling. I am going crazy here.”

“Y/N, what happened? Did you stalk his profile again?”

Shame flooded your whole being. Did you stalk his profile again? Of course, you did. You did so for the past few weeks only to realize that he had been updating his profile every other week. Small adaptions to his bio, the additions on his whereabouts or new thirst traps that made you press your legs together in frustration. Why had he had to be so handsome? Those damned dimples would make anyone fall in love with him.

You sighed defeatedly. “Yeah, I took a look at his profile. Again.” Your friend remained cool. “Did it help?” Her question caught you off guard as you expected her to get mad at you. “Did it help looking at his profile? Did you feel better?” You stayed quiet for a while until you answered her. “No. It makes me feel like shit.” “Why are you doing it then?” Excellent question, why were you? “I guess I am still trying to figure out what happened. I am too ashamed to ask him, so I stalk his socials in order to understand him. To understand whatever had happened between us…”

“Okay, I understand that. But let’s look at it objectively. He told you that he was looking for fun, right? He told you that he wanted nothing serious. And he behaved exactly like that. Yet, you can’t seem to accept that. Why is that?”

Memories of you and him clouded your mind. You thought about him lying on your lap and sharing his fears of ghosts with you. You thought about how he caressed your cheeks and told you how beautiful you were. You thought about him hugging you so tightly and planning future dates with you. You thought about him going down on you and praising your pussy. You thought about him being sulky because you had to visit your family and how he promised to send you many messages and pictures, because he would miss you so much. You thought about the last hug you shared with him under the stars.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to regain your composure. “I just don’t understand it. I know that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but he only said that once and after that he behaved like we were going into one. He was so sweet and loving and affectionate. He shared his vulnerabilities with me, he asked about mine – he was truly making an effort to get to know me. And I started letting my walls down but then he just left? He just tossed me aside like I was nothing? Not even an explanation for all of this? And now he’s updating his profile all the time so obviously he’s out to get it. He’s probably fucking another girl as we speak.”

You took a deep breath. Even though it was weeks ago you still felt hurt. You tried moving on, you even kissed some guys, but you couldn’t get him out of your head. All your thoughts always came back to Jungkook.

“I am sorry that you had to go through this, Y/N. He truly didn’t handle this the best way. I want to ask you a question though. Are you devastated because of his actions or are you devastated because of the meaning you gave those actions?” You thought about it for a while. “Both?” Your friend chuckled. “You sure?”

“I am devastated because I thought he was a good guy. I thought we had potential, even if we started out like that. But now all I can think of is him fucking other girls. He turned out to be another fuckboy and I was just one of his stupid girls. I really believed I meant something to him. Like all those things that he said? About how special I was? And how he felt himself changing into a better version when he was with me? Fucking lies. Jungkook is a fucking liar. I bet he tells this to every girl, so that she spreads her legs for him.” You basically spat out those last sentences, your hurt transforming into anger.

“So, what does that say about you?” You were annoyed by her questions. You were in pain, and you wanted to be comforted, not psychoanalyzed. “That I am an innocent and I acted right and that he’s a giant dickhead?” Your friend chuckled again. “Sweety, don’t get mad at me. I want to help you. Want to know what I am thinking? I think you were not ready to fall in love. You still carry those old wounds within you, where you are too afraid to be hurt again. That’s the reason you fell for someone like Jungkook in the first place. Instead of being repelled by his boyish behavior, you are still pining over him. Why? Because you somehow feel that that is what you deserve. I do believe that he meant what he said – you are insightful and you sure as hell brought out a new side within him. One that is mature and deep and evolving. So, please trust that. However, he is not ready for that yet. He is not ready to face his demons and evolve, that’s why he probably ditched you. You made him face this shit, when all he wanted was to face pussy. And that’s the chase he’s on right now.”

You fell silent. Fuck, that made sense. A lot of sense actually. You hated every second of it though. A desperate sigh left your lips. “What am I to do? Help me, please. I don’t know how I can let go of him.”

Friends were a marvelous thing as they saw you for who you truly were. And loved you regardless. Especially those friends, that helped you face your shit instead of running away from it.

“Let’s close your eyes for a second.” You lay down on the floor and obliged. “Imagine you were the version of yourself you wanted to be. What do you see?” “I see myself holding hands with Jungkook and we’re happy and he’s my boyfriend and I-” “Fuck no, that was not my question. I asked you to think of yourself. YOURSELF. What do you see?”

You thought about this for a while. “I see myself being happy. In that version of myself I am confident and sexy, and I feel like a catch. I go through life and accomplish my biggest desires. I finally got that promotion; I started studying Italian and I plan to go on vacation with my family. I see myself as worthy of all of my desires. I see a dog, maybe a corgi. In that world I feel empowered and ready for love. I am with an amazing man, that worships the ground I am walking on. I feel whole and complete, like everything is working out for me. I am free from fear and wounds and shit. I am happy.” Visualizing that actually made you smile. It also made you realize how much time and energy you wasted on pining over Jungkook, a guy that clearly wasn’t a match to that reality.

“Don’t you think it would make sense to invest your energy into becoming that woman? The one that knows she deserves nothing but the best? The one that is worthy of love and intimate connections? Do you think that woman would be stalking dating profiles? Do you think she would be sad over someone that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her? I’m not saying that Jungkook lied or used you or whatever, he is the only one that knows the truth about this. However, I want you to free yourself from that. Take it as a learning experience and move on. Use that power on you, create you Y/N. I promise things will turn out for the better. If he comes back? Great. If not? Great. Someone better will fill his place. Remember that cute barista you told me about? Tae something? Maybe it’s him. Maybe not, but that shouldn’t be your focus. Build yourself up my dear, let that boyish child do its own thing and focus on you. Can you do that?”

You were whiny. “I don’t know if I can.” “Think about her again. Think about Y/N 2.0. Do you think she could?” “Hell yeah, that bitch could do anything.” “Great, then tap into that energy. She lives within you, so naturally you can do this, too.”

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f4ll-for-you · 11 months

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Hi, could I request a modern Aemond story where him and reader went on a date, but Aemond was so shy and awkward reader thought he was not interested. A while later they meet again through mutual friends and realize they do have a lot in common and could be good together.

Thanks ♡♡

Thank you so much for this Ez, although it took a while to write, I actually love how this turned out♡ @sylas-the-grim

As always, thank you to @arcielee for beta reading and improving my writing, you are an absolute angel and I will never stop adoring you.

Until I Found You

Modern! Aemond AU

After a hideous breakup three months ago, you had finally given in to the draw of online dating. You weren’t sure if you were looking for anything serious, but you were definitely ready to have fun, or that's what your friends had told you anyway.

“Girl, you look perfect!” Baela shouted with excitement as she walked into your room.

You’d decided on a short, smart-casual dress and a pair of heels Baela had forced upon you. Your first date with Aemond Targaryen was minutes away and you finished up your makeup, rolling your eyes at Baela’s comment with a smile.

Aemond's profile had been minimal, to say the least, and you could send that, like you, he'd been forced into dating by friends. However, the photos drew you in instantly with his long, white hair in a messy bun, always wearing his black leather jacket. He loved to read, mainly philosophy, but you could see a couple of history books dotted in the photos too. To you, he looked perfect.

“Bae, I don’t know if I can do this,” you mumbled while picking up your phone and shoving it in your small handbag.

“Of course you can! You are gorgeous, smart and everything a guy could want. Besides, you need to get laid, I’m sick of hearing your vibrator at 1am.”

You went bright red as Baela giggled and slapped your shoulder. “Go, girl, go!”

A knock at the door made your heart beat out of your chest, no turning back now.

Your palms felt sweaty as you reached for the door knob, putting on your best smile as you opened the door to your apartment.

It was an understatement to say you were blown away. Aemond was tall, a slight peek of muscle showing through his turtleneck, covered by what you now knew was his signature leather jacket.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, he almost seemed as nervous as you felt.

You nodded, “Aemond, hi.” you spoke, trying to seem calm. After an awkward moment of pleasantries, he led you down to his car.

Like a gentleman, he opened the car door, making sure you were comfortable before walking over to the driver’s side. You didn't know much about cars, but you could tell this one was fancy from the dark leather interior to the sporty exterior, which gave away enough to guess that Aemond was well off.

“I thought we could go to The Grand, is that okay?” He asked nervously.

Shit, you thought, you couldn’t afford that, it was one of the nicest restaurants in the city. “Um, yeah sure.” You’d have to dip into your savings, but Aemond seemed like a nice guy and you couldn’t blow this already.

After some pleasant small talk about the weather you were glad to arrive at the restaurant. Aemond seemed lovely, but it had started to feel like you were much more interested in him than he was you both.

You’d both sat down at your reserved table, an air of discomfort radiating between you. Aemond fidgeted with his glass before pouring himself some water, you noticed he mentally scolded himself for not offering a drink to you first. Maybe he’s just not good at this? You thought to yourself, finding comfort in the idea that you were both just as nervous about the situation.

“So, what do you do for work?” he asked, making eye contact with you.

You spoke about your job, which you adored. It didn't necessarily pay as much as you’d like, but you were passionate about what you did, and that's what mattered most to you. Aemond adored the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something that made you happy; the sparkle in your eyes created little fireworks in his chest.

He fiddled with his hands under the table, trying his best to seem calm and collected. Although he’d felt infuriated with Aegon at first for setting up his online dating profile, he was pleased that it had led him to you.

When you’d finished speaking, a blush rose to your cheeks as it dawned on you how long you’d been waffling on about your job, without reciprocating the question. Much to your surprise, Aemond didn’t seem to mind this and he listened to each word carefully, nodded at the right moments, and smiled when you made a joke.

“What about you?” you breathed out, speaking a little too quickly.

“Oh, uh, nothing interesting.”

Your heart dropped once again. He felt so closed off, defensive even, you couldn't understand how his reactions could fluctuate so frequently.

“I’m going to step outside for a second before the food arrives, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, of course,” you responded, confused. Was he about to leave you here?

You noticed him grab a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket as he walked outside, the large windows at the front of the restaurant kept him in full view as you sat there alone.

“Fuck,” Aemond cursed himself under his breath as he walked through the restaurant door; he was messing this up, every second of it.

Truthfully, he hated smoking, but it was a habit picked from Aegon. It was something he only did when he felt stressed, and right now, he needed to calm down if he wanted to impress you. He placed himself directly in front of the window to reassure you he wasn't going to leave.

After he finished, feeling somewhat calm, he walked back into the restaurant and forced himself to talk, to seem as kind and interested as humanly possible but still failing with his attempt. You were slowly talking less and less as the date continued, a growing silence settling between you both.

Eventually, you’d both made it back to the front door of your apartment, exchanging awkward goodbyes.

For the first time that night, Aemond made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up towards your face, Is he going to kiss me? You thought for a second, confused.

Unsure of what to do, you closed your eyes, waiting for the kiss. Moments later, you felt him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Embarrassed, your cheeks reddened intensely, a small ‘oh’ leaving your lips.

“Uh, see you later then,” Aemond mumbled, turning to leave before you could see his own, bright red cheeks.

You pushed open the door to your apartment to find Baela waiting excitedly on the sofa.

“How was it?” She exclaimed, not noticing your expression.

You couldn’t even respond before running to your room. Tears filled your eyes as you crawled into your bed; you felt stupid, embarrassed and exhausted, why did you do this to yourself?

“Y/N are you ready?” Baela shouted through the apartment as you fastened your necklace.

“Just a minute,” you shouted back, sitting on your bed with a sigh.

Baela had forced you to accompany her to the Targaryen’s New Years event with her new boyfriend Jace. You’d been dreading it for a month now, knowing you’d quickly be abandoned by her and left to converse with a room full of elderly businessmen.

The dress code seemed to be the worst bit, black tie events were not your thing. You felt much more at home in a pair of leggings and baggy T-shirt. Tonight, Baela had dressed you in a long, navy blue satin dress, with matching silver heels. You had to admit though, you felt hot.

“Ready,” you stood waiting in the living room, fiddling with the bracelets on your wrist for comfort.

“Y/N, you, are, stunning!” Baela practically screamed, making you laugh with embarrassment. You returned the compliment and made your way down to the car, arms interlocked.

To your surprise, Jace had sent a car to take you to the Targaryen manor, with a bottle of champagne and two glasses ready for you in the back. Giggling at the situation you both found yourselves in, Baela popped the champagne, hoping the alcohol would help you both survive the night.

After finishing several glasses, the car stopped, indicating you’d arrived.

Walking into the manor took your breath away, with the grandeur of the old building maintenance beautifully. You felt a small pang of jealousy hit you with the thought that you would never have a life like this.

Introductions were made before you’d managed to escape to pour yourself another drink. Alcohol would be your savior tonight, especially if Aemond showed up. You’d discussed the possibility with Baela, she’d told you you didn’t have to come, but part of you needed to show yourself, to prove he did not have an effect on you. You needed to show him you were thriving, even if that wasn’t the truth.

“Well, you look like my dream woman” you heard a voice next to you comment. Aegon's eyes met yours, of course it would be him.

“Piss off, Aegon,” you spat rolling your eyes, a slight smile appearing under your angered expression.

“Hey, that’s no way to talk to your new bestie,” he replied a stupid grin on his face. Since Jace and Baela had gotten together, you’d found yourself in Jace and Aegons apartment constantly, withBaela begging you to spend time as a group. However, this usually ended with you and Aegon alone, playing video games as loud as possible to drown out the slamming of Jace’s bed against the wall.

Although Aegon frustrated you beyond belief, he’d become a good friend. You’d confided in him about your date with Aemond, to which Aegon told you he was an idiot, and that you deserved better.

That evening, you mainly stuck by Aegon’s side, drinking and joking about the old grumpy men that surrounded you, neither of you wanting to be there.

“Shit, incoming,” Aegon made a face and turned to face you, trying to protect you from what was about to happen.

“Mother wants you, Aegon,” a familiar voice spoke sternly.

“Not interested,” Aegon replied, looking at you rather than his brother.

Aemond didn’t notice you at first, his focus on preventing his brother’s antics and making him behave. “You can leave your current obsession and-“ he began, before looking at you.

He looked incredibly embarrassed and then angry. Were you really with Aegon now? He thought, more frustrated with himself than anything. How did he manage to let you get away, ruining any chance he might have had?

“We’re not together,” you blurted out, the alcohol loosening your lips as your cheeks burned slightly.

“Not yet,” Aegon smirked, putting his head in the crook of your neck drunkenly.

“Go along with it, make him jealous,” Aegon whispered into your skin as you giggled and feigned enjoyment, making a pathetic effort to push him away.

Aemond stumbled away, his eye focused on the floor in front of him. Confusion and rage filled his chest as he made his way outside for some fresh air.

You and Aegon spent the rest of the evening giggling together, acting as if you were a new couple. Everyone knew you were likely a quick fuck for Aegon, but you enjoyed watching Aemond glance as at you from the opposite side of the room; he was sipping whiskey with a glass held so tightly it looked as if it were about to crack.

Without the liquor in your system, you would never have acted like this, especially at such a prestigious party. However, with Aegon’s convincing, you had to trust you knew what he was doing.

“I promise you, Y/N, if there’s one thing I know about my brother, he wants you,” Aegon mumbled, taking another sip of whatever concoction he’d made.

“But now he thinks I want you,” you huffed, sitting down on the plush sofa in the room Aegon had brought you to. You needed to get away from the stuffy party for a second.

“Like that’ll stop him,” Aegon laughed, and as if by magic, you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes!” Aegon shouted, as the door opened.

Aemond walked in, his expression stoic and unreadable. “You’re meant to wait to be asked in, brother,” Aegon sniped.

“I want to speak with Y/N.”

Aegon only winked and left the room, motioning a blowjob behind Aemonds back as he closed the door.

“Y/N I -“ Aemond began walking over to you.

You couldn’t help but snap back, “Do you really only want me because Aegon has me now?”

“No, of course not,” he almost pleaded, his eyes growing glassy with regret. He didn’t mean any of this, he wanted to show how much he liked you, how much he cared; he didn’t mean for it to all come out now, like this.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you Y/N. You’re beautiful, intelligent, caring, passionate, everything I’ve ever wanted. I fucked it, I know, but I was scared, I didn’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you,” Aemond began to ramble, motioning his hands as he spoke, emphasising his anxieties.

He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his signet ring. “I don’t deserve you,” he repeated quietly, “but I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

Before he knew it, you’d run towards him, throwing your arms around his neck, with the alcohol in your system giving you the confidence you’d never had last time. “Fuck you, Aemond Targaryen,” you breathed as you placed a heavy kiss on his soft lips.

You held yourself up for a moment on your top toes before he wrapped his arms around you in return, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He wanted you, and you wanted him, finally.

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Pretty Portraits

What happens when you, Kugisaki and Itadori find that Fushiguro left his journal behind?

WARNINGS: none. just pure fluff. maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint really hard.

Word Count: 4.6k

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You were just about to leave the booth, only to pause at the sight of a black notebook waiting on the seat. You recognized it at Fushiguro's journal, and when you flipped the cover to see the name written on the inside your suspicions were proved to be correct.

"Hey, Fushiguro forgot his notebook," you said to Itadori and Kugisaki. They both looked away from whatever they were doing, eyeing the notebook in your hands. "Do you guys remember where he said he was going?"

"Uhh, I don't think he actually said where he was going," Itadori said. "If we don't run into him in the school hallways, then we can just leave it in his room."

"Or." Kugisaki drew out the word, sidling up next to you. "We could take a little look inside. See what kind of a person Fushiguro really is."

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?" Itadori asked.

"Not if he doesn't know."

"I don't think that's how that works," you pointed out.

"Come on, it'd just be a little peek. Besides, he's most likely a really boring person. He probably takes notes on techniques and how he can improve himself. If anything, this will be a learning experience for us if we decide to look through it.”

Kugisaki was right, there was nothing embarrassing in there. You know because you asked one day when he seemed especially invested in his journal. He showed you pages full of notes for different classes and a couple small doodles in the corner. Despite knowing this, you still didn’t want to look through it because you didn’t want to invade his personal belongings.

You shook your head, holding it out to Itadori. “No, I still don’t want to look through it.”

Kugisaki shrugged, taking it from Itadori’s hand and sitting back down in the booth the three of you had just left. She opened it, flipping past the first page, the one with Fushiguro’s name on it. “Okay. Then I’ll look through it and you two can just so happen to look through my shoulder.”

Damn loopholes, you thought. In all honesty, you were curious about what Fushiguro had added since you last saw the contents of the journal.

Despite your better judgement, you sat down beside Kugisaki.

It was just as you had expected, notes about Fushiguro’s classes for a good chunk of the journal. When Kugisaki got tired of staring at Fushiguro’s neat handwriting, she let out a breath and closed it, opening it again to a random page.

More writing, but this page was accompanied by a portrait that looked eerily familiar. The name of the person drawn was on the top of your tongue when Itadori suddenly said something.

”Hey, that kinda looks like Y/n, don’t you think?”

You were way off. You were going to say it looked like a fictional character you had told Fushiguro about a while ago.

”Oh my gosh, this is a letter!” Kugisaki exclaimed. “Hold on it starts in the middle of it on this page.”

Kugisaki flipped back a couple pages, finding that the letter was longer than anticipated. She found the beginning, a grand three pages front and back away from the drawing, and started quietly reading.

”’Y/n, I doubt I’ll ever give this to you or say anything about this, but just know that this is for you.’ Holy shit is this a love letter?”

”Wow.” Itadori stared at the page in awe. “I didn’t think he’d actually write it.” He took the book from Kugisaki’s grasp, flipping through a couple pages.

”You knew about this and didn’t think to tell me?” Kugisaki yelled. She was shushed by a nearby waiter, and she quieted down.

”Fushiguro asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn’t.” Itadori shrugged. “He told me forever ago about this, said he wanted to give it to you when he finished it, but I guess he never did because look at the date.”

He pointed to the corner of the page, where the written date was almost exactly four months ago.

”Damn,” Kugisaki said. “He must have been super inspired about something to write this. Listen, he quoted a couple books. ‘You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.’ God damn, he really used that Pride and Prejudice quote.”

Itadori continued flipping through the pages, now laying the notebook flat on the table for the three of them to see it.

there were multiple pages filled with drawings of you. The pages filled with notes from class were almost completely gone, being replaced by your portraits and short writings accompanied by this reminded me of them to the side.

You stared as they continued flipping through the pages, watching as the drawings improved. The last one was of your side profile, laughing as you held a straw to your lips, about to drink from it. You realized it was from today, and softly ran your fingers over the drawing.

So that’s what he was doing this whole time.

Since that was the last page with anything on it, Itadori closed it and slid it across the table back to you. You didn’t move to touch it, only continued to stare at it.

”Y/n? You okay there?”

You nodded in the general direction of Itadori, moving your hand to grab the black journal. “Yeah. Uh, I’ll take this back to Fushiguro, if you don’t mind. I know you two are busy later anyways.”

Neither of them objected. You assumed this was a situation where they both knew something you didn’t and were most likely over the moon that Fushiguro was finally going somewhere.

You may not be the smartest, but you could definitely piece things together when you’re given enough. You were still unsure, though, so you didn’t want to confront him about it right away.

—

Your knuckles rapped against the wood of Fushiguro’s door, and you gently tapped your fingers against the surface of the black notebook in your hands as you waited for him to answer.

The noise of the door unlocking and opening threw you off guard. It was such a stark contrast to the quiet hallway, and your thoughts had drifted elsewhere completely.

You noticed that Fushiguro stood a little bit straighter when he saw it was you. You briefly wondered if he always did that, or if he only did it for you.

You pushed the thought from your mind not wanting to think about it now.

You took in what he was wearing—gray sweatpants and a black sweater. He looked like he was about to go to bed. It was still early, but you couldn’t blame him. Despite them being your best friends, hanging out with Kugisaki and Itadori could get tiring.

”Uhm, you left this at the booth earlier,” you awkwardly said, holding out the journal to him. “I wanted to bring it back.”

He gently took it from your grasp. “Thanks.”

He didn’t close the door. Instead, he tossed the book to his bed and stepped further outside his room, leaning against the doorframe.

”Where else did you guys go? After I left, I mean,” he said.

”Oh, we just kind of walked around Tokyo for a bit,” you replied. You hid your hands behind your back, playing with your fingers. “We went into a bookstore but didn’t buy anything. We kind of lost Kugisaki and Itadori was summoned by Gojo.”

Fushiguro nodded thoughtfully, putting his hands in his pockets.

You wanted to ask about the drawings in the journal before he continued talking, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up without making it blatantly obvious that you had gone through it. You decided to take a shot, letting your inner self decide what you said.

”Uhm, it fell and I saw some of your drawings,” you said. “Your notebook, I mean. They were really good. I didn’t know you liked doing that.”

Fushiguro’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he returned to his usual stoic expression. His face changed so fast you almost didn’t notice it, but the way he brought his hand up to scratch the side of his neck—one of his nervous ticks you had noticed—told you everything.

”Yeah, I picked it up a few months ago,” he replied. “I do it sometimes at the end of the day to wind down. It helps me relax.”

You nodded. You weren’t sure how to continue the conversation, but you still wanted to know if your suspicion about why he drew you so much was correct.

”Oh, that’s cool. Itadori saw the drawing and said it looked like me,” you decided to say.

”Did he now?” You had caught him with his pants down. He reached up to gently scratch his neck again. “Well, it might have been you. I draw you sometimes for practice. You have a pretty face for that.”

He paused at his own words, crossing his legs at the ankles. He hoped you didn’t notice his wording.

You did. And this time you were the one caught off guard.

”Thank you,” you said. “If that was a compliment. Thanks for saying I have a pretty face.”

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

Awkward silence ensued again. You weren’t sure how much longer you could beat around the bush for. This same routine had randomly started one day and continued almost daily for months. It was annoying, and you wanted it to end.

So you decided to take a leap of faith.

“Uhm, I actually brought that up because I think I know something, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”

An indirect leap of faith, but a leap of faith nonetheless.

Fushiguro was listening to you, you could tell because he was looking directly at you, into your eyes. It made you nervous, and you almost brushed off what you were about to say and walked away.

“So, I wanted to tell you my feelings first. And then you could decide how you feel about them. If you want to, that is.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you wanna come inside?” He motioned towards his room. “To get more comfortable, if you want.”

You nodded, following him in. “Sure.”

He gently closed the door behind you, leaving it open a crack before sitting on the bed with you. It was silent for a few moments before he motioned for you to speak.

You took a breath. “So, I’ve been debating telling you this for a while, I just haven’t. But with Kugisaki and Itadori earlier I decided that I should.” You paused for a moment, putting together the next sentence in your head before you said it. “I kind of like you. Like a lot.” You paused again, deciding that was all you needed to say and shrugging with your hands.

You seemed a lot cooler with this confession that you though you would be. You thought you would be a stuttering mess, trying to beat around the bush so much you wouldn’t even know what you were saying. But you didn’t, instead you feigned outward calmness, but you could feel your heart pounding violently against your chest.

Fushiguro’s eyebrows raised as he took in the information.

The action worried you, because he didn’t move for a few moments after that. You sat, waiting for his response. You almost apologized and excused yourself from his room, meaning to hide in your dorm for a couple days until you would be able to face him again, before he gave you a small smile. He stood up, sauntering over to his dresser and opening the top drawer.

When he closed it and turned around, he revealed a square of white paper and held it out to you. You took it, realizing it was an envelope.

“Open it.”

You did as Fushiguro said while he moved across the room, this time opening the bottom drawer of his desk and pulling out a stack of papers along with a small notebook.

You took the paper out of the envelope as he continued what he was doing, opening the folded sheet.

It was a letter. Addressed to you.

You started reading. It had a similar structure as the one you read from his journal earlier, using some of the same wordings and comparisons.

Fushiguro assumed his previous spot on the bed next to you, setting the papers and notebook down beside him. He watched intently as you read the letter, not saying a word as he took in your reaction to his written words.

You were speechless reading it. You didn’t know he could be so wordy and poetic. He never said much. You assumed that he was just a quiet person that didn’t have much to say. Someone that liked observing more than contributing to conversations.

Your assumptions were mostly correct. Except you didn’t realize he noticed or had this much to say. It shocked you, and you weren’t sure what kind of response would match his words.

You were genuinely shocked that he shared the same feelings. You assumed that the dry conversations between the two of you had started because he found out about you liking him. You thought he found that awkward.

But this letter, an explanation for all those awkward moments between the two of you.

Apparently he thought the same thing you did.

Your eyes quickly drifted over the words when you finished. You truly didn’t know what to say, and figured at least trying to form a response in your head would be best.

Your mind drew a blank on what to say. But you had to say something. You would see Fushiguro getting anxious for your response.

When you looked up to meet Fushiguro’s gaze, he was staring at you. You smiled at him, deciding to speak truthfully about what was going through your head.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. “This is the most beautiful writing I’ve ever read. Do you really mean everything?”

“Every single word,” he responded. He handed you a piece of notebook paper from the top of the pile he had brought over. “This was my first drawing of you. I just did it without thought one day and continued. You’re really the only thing I draw.”

You gently took the paper from his grasp, looking it over, admiring the graphite lines, imagining the way his eyes might have followed his pencil, focused.

“Are all of these . . .” You motioned towards the stack of papers beside you, and Fushiguro nodded before you finished your question. “Wow . . .”

You were in awe, returning your gaze to the piece of notebook paper before looking at a couple more.

Fushiguro gently took the paper you held from your hand, putting it aside and taking both of your hands in his. He reached for your jaw, softly redirecting the way your head was turned so you looked directly into his eyes.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/n. I want to be more than friends.” There was a small amount of fear in his eyes. He was terrified you would reject him, despite already knowing how you felt.

Your eyes were wide, your mouth slightly agape. He hadn’t even said anything monumentally heart-wrenching, but just the sound of his voice could leave you speechless.

“Do you really want that?” You quietly asked.

He nodded with complete confidence in his answer. “I do.”

You couldn’t help the smile that overcame your features as you gently squeezed his hand. “Okay. I want that too.”

He didn’t kiss you, and you didn’t kiss him. Not yet. It wasn’t the right moment, and he wanted it to be perfect. So he didn’t kiss you, even though he desperately wanted to. Wanted nothing more than to feel your lips against his, to run his hands through your hair.

Not yet, he told himself. He could wait just a little bit longer.

—

You and Fushiguro (you’re proud to call him Megumi now, even though you still get flustered when you say his name) had been dating for weeks. By now, the news of your relationship had spread to the other first years, who spent a short amount of time exchanging money before congratulating and bombarding the two of you with questions.

Tonight was the first night the two of you had alone since you had gotten together. Itadori and Kugisaki were out, and Gojo was currently over seas for a mission. You and your boyfriend spent the night in the middle of the training field on a couple blankets, snuggling as you stargazed. Though, you weren’t doing much stargazing, instead talking while he showed you his most recent portrait of you.

You were asleep in the drawing, your arm resting under your head as you gripped the blanket in your hands. You were embarrassed he had caught such a moment. He interlocked his pinky with yours, moving your hands from your face as he told you it was cute.

He left a soft kiss on your knuckle, pulling you to sit up with him as he grabbed his journal.

“Can you look at the sky for me?” he asked.

You obliged with a smile on your face, looking at the sky as you began counting stars.

Fushiguro had recently become more open when drawing you. He had asked you to pose for him more, occasionally gently nudging you into the exact position he wanted. He even sometimes did so in front of Itadori and Kugisaki without shame.

You listened as his pencil rubbed against the paper, enjoying the sound. You snuck a glance at him, turning your head to watch as his eyes followed his pencil along the page. Eventually he looked up at you, smiling before he put his hand under your chin, redirecting your gaze.

You apologized with a light chuckle. He continued his drawing, the sounds of his pencil returning. “You’re just so pretty when you draw,” you said.

You heard his pencil suddenly stop. You turned to look at him to find that he was already staring intently at you.

You peeked at the drawing in his notebook, noticing the vague background. “Oh, are you adding a background to this one?”

He moved his gaze to his lap. “Yeah, I like drawing you at night. The sky reminds me of you.”

“How so?”

He took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. “Well, I realized that you weren’t the sun in my sky.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I say that because I’ve only ever squinted angrily at the sun. I don’t do that with you. No, I stare at you in wonder and look away when you meet my eyes. I smile when I see you and watch your every action in awe of what you do. I want you to always be present. To be there to help me calm down because just seeing you lifts weight off my shoulders when I’m stressed. Before I met you it was the night sky that did that. It was the night sky that I wished would stay, that I wanted to see to help calm me down.”

Megumi Fushiguro was the only person in the world that could make you speechless, not knowing how to react. And he didn’t even know he was the only person that held this power.

You could feel your eyes burning with tears. He’s constantly moving the bar higher, constantly speaking his mind around you in the most beautiful, poetic way imaginable, constantly taking you by surprise with his words.

You feel bad for never having anything to say in response to him, but he understands how you feel. You usually find yourself replying to him with a tight hug, squeezing him as though if you let go he would disappear.

But tonight, you truly didn’t know what to do.

Watching as your hand moves to cover your mouth, your hand lightly squeezing his own, something in his brain decides that now is the right time. Now is the best time.

He takes a leap, moving his hand to cup your jaw as he gazes into your eyes. His eyes briefly flicker to your lips before he’s slowly leaning in, giving you a chance to reject him if you want.

You don’t reject him. You let him kiss you, freezing as his soft lips met yours. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t know what to do.

He pulled away, a faint smile painting his lips. “You have to kiss me back, dummy.”

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

He hummed, leaning forward ever so slightly, his lips ghosting yours. “It’s okay.” He kisses you again. This time you kiss back, moving your hand to grip his bicep as if to pull him closer to you.

When you momentarily break the kiss he chases your lips, making you chuckle into the kiss.

“Megumi,” you whispered. He hummed, trying to reach your lips again, making you smile brightly. “Gumi, give me a second.”

He stopped, still holding your hand. “What happened?” Worry was laced in his voice, scared he had done something wrong.

“Nothing, just give me a second.”

You grabbed the notebook from his lap, moving the ribbon to mark the page he was drawing on, closing it and moving it to the side as you shifted closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. He tentatively placed his hands on your waist as you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to try and bring him even closer.

When the kiss broke, this time neither of you moving to kiss the other again, your foreheads rested together as you simply basked in each other’s presence.

He felt the overwhelming urge to say it, something he had been thinking about for a long time. He’s not sure what took possession of him, but the words, “I love you,” were slipping out of his mouth before he could even process it.

Your eyes snapped open, and you pulled away from him just a little bit. He did as well, bringing a hand to cover his face as he began apologizing profusely, saying that he didn’t mean to say that.

The smile that was slowly growing on your face fell. You knew that sometimes his thoughts got jumbled together, making it somewhat difficult to voice them. This had to be one of those situations, but hearing him say he didn’t mean it made your heart crack.

He seemed to realize his words, because he cut himself off, going into another tangent.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I do mean that, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he admitted. “I don’t want to force you to jump into things too early. If you don’t feel the same way then don’t say it back. Tell me and I won’t say it again until you want me to, I promise.”

His words pulled at your heartstrings. All he wanted was to make sure you were comfortable with the relationship, but in the process he disregards his own feelings. It hurt you. You wanted him to be open, to allow himself to be vulnerable around you, even if it was just for a few minutes.

“Megumi, I want you to share your thoughts with me. It doesn’t matter what it is, if you want to tell me something then tell me. You won’t make me uncomfortable, I promise.” You leaned forward again, capturing him between your arms and squeezing him. “Because I love you, too. I have for a while. I want you to be comfortable with me. I want to be someone you can talk to, your rock. Please share things with me.”

You felt him wrap his arms around you, squeezing you with just as much force as you were. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. He loved the way you smelled—lavender, curtesy of the products Kugisaki had bought you for your birthday.

“I know your trying,” you said into his shoulder, “and I love that you’re letting your walls down for me. I’ll wait for you to open up for me, I don’t care how long it takes. I want to know everything about you, I want to love everything about you. Take as long as you need, I’ll still be here. I promise.”

The two of you stayed in your embrace. You felt your heart pounding in your ears as you awaited his reply, hoping you didn’t take it too far.

He gently kissed your collarbone, knocking both of you over so you laid on the blanket. You quietly yelped upon impact, not expecting the action.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. You smiled, readjusting your position so you faced him. You wrapped your arms around him, running your hands through his black hair.

“You smell so good,” he said suddenly, making you laugh. “I love the way you smell.”

You thanked him, feeling your eyes droop. You snapped them open, hoping to stay awake just a little longer, hoping you would be able to spend just a few more seconds with Fushiguro in this moment.

Alas, you fell asleep, but not before you quietly said, “I love you, Megumi,” into his hair.

He smiled at your words, repeating them before he realized you were already fast asleep. He grabbed a blanket from nearby, throwing it over the two of you as he admired your sleeping face before he dozed off as well.

—

You awoke the next morning to a blinding light being shone in your face, followed by the shutter of a camera. You groaned, opening your eyes and yawning before seeing what was happening.

It was no surprise when you saw Gojo, accompanied by Kugisaki and Itadori, standing above you and your still sleeping boyfriend.

“Oops, I forgot to turn off flash,” Gojo said.

You rolled your eyes before closing them again, resuming your previous sleeping position and closing your eyes. “Leave us alone,” you muttered.

You felt Fushiguro stir next to you, assuming he was awake when he let out an exasperated breath.

“See, we would leave you alone. However the second years need to train and you two love bugs are lying in the middle of the field.”

You groaned, forcing yourself to sit up along with Fushiguro. You shooed the other three away as you started picking up your things with your boyfriend, stacking the blankets and taking them from Fushiguro’s grasp as you stood. He followed suit, and the two of you ignored your classmates and teacher as you walked towards the dorms.

“We don’t have anything to do today, right?” you asked.

Fushiguro nodded. “It’s just a day off.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “I think I’m just gonna go back to sleep, then.”

Fushiguro took hold of one of your hands, the one that wasn’t carrying the blankets. “Do you mind if I join you?”

You let out a fake, exaggerated gasp. “A boy in my dorm? How scandalous, don’t you think?” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Of course you can. I’d love it if you did.”

He smiled at you, continuing the walk to your dorm. Upon entering, you plopped the blankets down in a random area o the floor, continuing to drag Fushiguro onto the bed and under your covers.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” you said as the two of you readjusted yourselves. “I’m normally the only one that comes in here.”

“It’s fine,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “Just go to sleep.”

You nodded against his shoulder. “I love you.”

He smiled into your hair. “I love you, too.”

And the two of you would continue saying that. At every chance you got. You would never allow the other to forget that fact for as long as you lived.

This was a late birthday present for one of my friends. Anyways as i was writing I was seriously debating turning the fic in a different direction and going down an angst route. I don’t know I might add a part two to this or something because I do have ideas.

Idk what do y’all think?

Also this was copy and pasted from my notes app so I apologize if it doesn’t look right 💀

#fanfic #writing #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk megumi #jjk x y/n #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #izzy’s imagines ❀

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velvetlilacsdaisies · 2 months

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Flames & Weapons pt. ii

OC!Fem!Reader x Garrick Tavis, OC!Fem!Reader x Bodhi Durran

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: What happens when you attend Basgiath war college as an infantry cadet with your lover, your ride or die best friend and your twin brother? Alot of fucking shit. Follow the story of our oc’s Allie Henrick and Katia Lalley as their bond of friendship remains strong as their dynamics of life change around them. What happens when they meet two fellow first year riders in their first year? Will their world change forever? Then again nothing can be as expected in war college. Stay tuned as our oc's become badass infantry cadets.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, fighting, mentions of blood, non canon shenanigans

A/n: welcome to part 2! This shall be a treat for @garricks4thwingqueen to wake up to bc she had no idea I was posting this today 🤭 I had a week from hell at work, and made up for it by sleeping for 17 hours 🤩 (I could honestly sleep longer). Anyway i love writing this series and can’t wait to get to the other parts Al has drafted! I hope you guys enjoy part 2!! Comments, likes, reblogs are always appreciated to us! 🩷

Allie’s POV

I promised myself I wasn't going to cry over his ass," I grumbled, furiously wiping my cheeks.

"Look at it this way." He said with a smirk on his face. “We don’t have to act like his jokes are funny anymore.”

I looked up at him, puzzled. He still held on to me, but I couldn’t find the nerve or sensibility to pull away. “His jokes weren’t funny?”

He cringed, “you thought so?” He let one of his arms slip from my waist and rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t know where the punchline began or where it ended.” I pondered on what he said. A lot of Zach’s jokes were childish and it was more funny to watch him sputter an explanation to his jokes.

“They were…alright.” I decided. That had been one of the biggest reasons I liked Zach admittedly at first, he made me laugh like no other. Compared to Garrick’s humor, who had always been dry and sarcastic, that was one of the reasons I got along with the rider so well. The two were just a night and day difference in every aspect.

Garrick chuckled and gods that became one of my favorite sounds in the last several months. The feeling of his chest vibrating already calming me down. "Can you take off those rose colored glasses yet, Al?”

I sighed, finally pulling away from him. His warmth lingering on me, and the scent of his musk mixed with sandalwood and the hint of the bourbon he had been sipping still evading my senses.

“There off I swear, they’ve been off.” I frowned. I came to that realization three months ago, but there was a part that had hoped it could go back to the way it was.

“Why’d it take so long then?” He questioned. “You’re not alone in this, y’know?” He had that softened look in his hazel eyes again, the one that he reserved for a select few. How I was deemed worthy enough for it, still remained a mystery to me, but it was always appreciated. “You know I’ll always be here for you.” He said earnestly. “Drew, Kati, and Xade too.” He then added.

I was about to respond, but clattering of glasses, chairs skirting against the floor, and the prominent shouting of Katia made us pull our attention to the door.

��Gods what did she do now?” I groaned to myself.

Garrick chuckled again, putting his hand on the small of my back leading me into the commotion of the bar.

Katia’s POV

“I should go check on her,” my leg bouncing up and down rapidly, picking at the corner of my thumb. I kept flitting my eyes towards the door.

Xaden smirked, casually resting his arm behind me on the booth. “I wouldn’t worry about it, she has the guard dog with her.”

I gave him an incredulous look. “What kind of best friend does that make me not to follow her?”

“A good one,” he said, like it was obvious. I blinked a couple times watching him crack a crooked grin. “Maybe it’ll help her open her eyes to the better suitor.” He leaned down so I’d only hear.

Scoffing, I took a sip of my drink. “I don’t condone that.”

I watched across the table, seeing Drew try to get into an arm wrestling match with Bodhi.

I thought Xaden was attractive, but his younger cousin was a sight to see. Shorter than the older cousin, but still towered over Drew and Sawyer, his dark hair curly flopping over his forehead, and a boyish smile never leaving his face since Allie and I walked in. Way more charismatic than Xaden too, it took a month for me to get a smile out of him. I almost thought the older rider had a permanent scowl on his face. While his cousin never seemed to take his smile off. How were they related?

“Why because he’s a rider?” He mused.

“No, because I don’t want to encourage her to hop into another relationship after ending one. One that she had been in since she was 19.” I tried to say in a hushed tone.

He nodded, “right, right. A relationship that only she was in apparently.”

“Riorson, be quiet please.” I went back to watching the arm wrestling match that Bodhi had started. He was now up against Imogen, who was doing a better job at keeping up than Drew. She was another anomaly to me, not speaking a word to us when we entered, seeming irritated that we had even joined the escapades tonight.

Apparently this night was just going to keep heading in the opposite direction than planned as a loud guffaw of laughter broke out. Causing all of us to turn to the new presence at our table.

“Sawyer?!” Zachariah said in disbelief, strolling up to our table. “No way you’re a rider?”

I glared at the sandy brunette as Xaden removed his arm behind me, straightening up.

“Yeah,” Sawyer grimaced, trying to be polite, his knuckles whitening around his glass. I sat up in my seat too, ready to attack—verbally or physically I hadn’t decided. Maybe both? It was hard enough to bite my tongue during classes, and I found myself having to sit on my hands more often than not. The gods testing how thin my patience could get, but now out in public off school grounds…Zach better pray to Malek.

“That’s so right on, just like your parents! I knew you’d get in!” He acted as if we were oblivious to everything that had happened the last forty eight hours. It made my blood boil, and there was no way I would bite my tongue.

“Zachariah, you’re not going to introduce us to your new girlfriend?” I interrupted his reunion with the freckled man that was sitting across from me. I could see Chiara a reasonable distance away from our table at the bar. I’m glad she can read a room at least.

“Hey Kati,” he greeted sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. By now our table quieted and went into predatory stances. Drew got up from his chair, any amusement drained from his face. “Drew.” He acknowledged, clearing his throat.

“Dude,” Drew said with an edge to his tone. “Why are you even over here right now?”

“It was a mutual breakup, we can still be friends right?” He held up his hands defensively. He was lying through his teeth, trying to play it cool.

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed dryly. “What delusion are you living in?”

“She said it herself, we’re better off not together.” He tried to justify.

I stood up putting my palms on the table, “I hope she’s worth it.” Glancing back over to the blond sat at the bar. She looked uncomfortable as we made eye contact, quickly averting her attention.

He chuckled nervously, “Allie did tell you it was mutual right? Right?” I shook my head, my heart hammering in my ears. The two glasses of lavender lemonade did not help the impending rage I felt.

“Drew you understand right?”

He shook his head as well, “I can’t defend you anymore. I told you from the start if you hurt her what would happen. The only reason I hadn’t was because of her.”

“You know how your sister can get. She can be crazy and a pathological liar!”

In a matter of seconds, Drew had Zach against the wall by the collar of his shirt. Glasses flying off the table, with people jumping out their chairs at the sudden commotion. I’m ready to launch myself at him, but Xaden has an arm around my waist holding me back.

“Stop projecting your flaws on my sister! Cheating isn’t fucking mutual.” Drew spat, before punching him square in the jaw. “I’ve had to watch for years as you treated her like shit!”

Sawyer had a weak hold on the back of his cousin’s shirt. He didn’t seem to care if Zach would be pummeled to a pulp or not and I didn’t blame him.

I still tried wiggled to get out of Xaden’s grasp shouting at Zach. “I will make your life a living hell! Do you understand?!”

Xaden’s grip loosened the slightest to adjust me, but I was already out of his clutch launching towards the beaten man. Just as I could get close enough to get my hands on him another set of arms grabbed my waist.

“I’m just assuming I shouldn’t let you do whatever you have planned.” Bodhi’s arms an iron grip around me.

“You’re assuming right!” Xaden shot over snappily, instead now trying to get Drew off of Zach. The pair now in a full blown fight.

Allie and Garrick came in, both looking gobsmacked at the event before them. They hadn’t even been gone for 20 minutes, and we had created utter chaos within the hour of arriving at the tavern.

Allie’s POV

“Less than 5 fucking minutes.” I mumbled under my breath that was just loud enough for Garrick to hear as he tightened his grip around my waist. “What in the actual fuck Zach?” I could practically feel steam coming out of my ears from how heated I was.

By then Sawyer and Xaden had pulled Drew off of him, Chiara entering the picture to make sure Zach was alright. I glowered at the sight of her touching his face making sure he wasn’t too hurt.

“Your cousin started it.” He insisted, spitting blood out on to the tiled floor.

“Sawyer, I highly doubt that.” I rolled my eyes as I felt Garrick stiffen at my side as a bartender who had to be an inch or two taller then Garrick came over.

“I’m going to have to ask you all to leave. I have zero tolerance for fighting in my establishment.” He huffed and walked away as Xaden started to protest, but Garrick lifted a hand to stop his friend.

“I’d rather be elsewhere anyway. “ I said, being the first turn from the now cluttered corner. The rest of my friends trailing behind.

“Welcome to hell!” Katia spat at the new couple, Bodhi still gripping on her arm gently leading her out.

The group was quiet as we walked down the path back to Basgiath. Though I was still slightly upset, had to crack a small smile.

“You know Kati, I’m shocked it wasn’t you who had him by the collar.” She was now walking by my side, her hand interlocked with mine.

“I damn well tried.” she muttered, side-eyeing Xaden the whole time.

“Oh she really did try.” Xaden snickered, who was walking in front of us with Bodhi. She tried to swat him in the back of the head, he quickly dodged her laughing at her lousy attempt.

“You should have let her get some shots in.” Imogen huffed to the taller man. “Maybe getting kicked out of the bar would have been worth it.” She kicked a pebble down the path, walking next to my brother.

“She’s already banned from Doyle’s, she does not need to be banned anywhere else.” To my left I saw Katia mimicking him then flipping him off secretly. I peered behind my shoulder, and saw a small smirk on Imogen’s face, but it quickly disappeared as we made eye contact.

“He tried saying it was a mutual break up.” Drew spat, ignoring the banter. “And all these nasty things about you.”

Garrick walked on the other side next to me as I felt him tense; gods help me if the two males were ever in the same vicinity again. “Bullshit, he deserved all he got tonight. I’ll add a few punches next time.” Garrick said.

“Let me join next time, I read up on some nifty torture methods last night.” Katia mumbled to herself.

I laughed, “sometimes I think you might be Malek reincarnated.”

She grinned wickedly in response, as Drew came in between us. “Don’t give her ideas, I’ll end up being her guinea pig.”

“I’m glad I’m all the way across a parapet from her evil genius ideas.” Sawyer bristled quietly. Drew elbowed him as warning.

“You guys act like I’m so mean?” Katia shot back defensively.

“You are!” Drew, Sawyer, and I said at the same time. The other riders found that amusing choking back chuckles.

“Out of love though.” She pouted.

“Bless whoever you get into a relationship with then, Lalley.” Sawyer rolled his eyes.

By the time we reached Basgiath it had started to storm. The smell of wet moss and cobblestone permeated the air when we got to the iron gate.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Gare said to me quietly as we walked through the quiet tunnels and staircases.

“I’m fine plus the rider's quadrant is too far.” I started to protest, reaching the main tunnel that connects to all the quadrants.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Garrick told the other four. Xaden merely patted his best friend’s back and gave a subtle nod to me as they walked by. I waved to them, continuing to walk towards the dormitories with Garrick, Katia, and Drew in tow.

Drew held his lip, hissing to himself when we reached the second year hallway in the infantry quadrant.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked, trying to examine his injuries. They weren’t nearly as bad as Zach’s, but his lip would take a few days to heal and for the stray bruises to disappear.

My best friend swatted me away, grabbing Drew’s hand. “He has nurse Katia to handle him.” She beamed at my twin brother. “Go, go you crazy kids!” She shooed Garrick and I away before dragging Drew to her room. I couldn’t help but laugh watching him turn and give us a ghostly face.

Katia was seldomly nice or nurturing, especially to Drew, I knew she was only doing it for my sake. Maybe she was actually going to take him to make him her guinea pig, she’s done it since we were children. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.

I led Garrick to my room talking about everything. Debriefing the night, telling stories of our childhoods, no topic left unturned. He was sitting in the cushy leather chair in the corner of my quaint room, his feet propped on the matching ottoman.

“What’s Imogen’s deal, she wasn’t particularly talkative with us?” I asked, sitting at my desk, braiding my hair for bed.

“Oh Imogen, she’s harmless—for the most part. She'll warm up eventually.” Garrick chuckled as he twiddled his thumbs watching me as I pulled more hair over my shoulder. “Drew may want to give up though she’s more into girls.”

Now it was my turn to chuckle, facing him. “Leave it to my brother, finding the sexually unavailable ones.”

Garrick shook his head, something unreadable in his eyes. “Never say never, there still could be hope.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“She has her ‘I’m strictly dickly’ phase once a year as she says.” He looked anywhere, but me. A red flush creeped up his neck.

“You and her hooked up, haven't you?!” I laughed, watching him become flustered. Of course his type was the eccentric badass ones, unsure to why I felt the pit of my stomach drop at the thought. I brushed the thought away, forcing a grin on my face turning back to the small mirror at my desk.

“It was a one night stand back when we were 18. I think I was the one that caused her sexual awakening for women honestly.” He casually played it off, which caused me to genuinely laugh as he then changed the topic.

I eventually paused our storytelling to go to my bathroom to change into my pajamas and get ready for bed. Still talking from the bathroom, but I heard the rider grow quiet from the other room. I peered out the threshold while brushing my teeth to see Garrick had fallen asleep in the chair. The usually hard exterior man looked so peaceful and uncomfortable sleeping there. Crunched up in the small chair. Most furniture didn't seem to fit him properly, I’ve noticed.

Finishing with my night routine, I walked over to him. I shook his shoulder gently. “Gare, wake up.” I said softly. He wasn’t budging. “Gary c’mon.”

He grumbled, startling, “I hate being called that.”

I smiled slightly, ignoring him. “Do you want to sleep in my bed, and just leave in the morning?” I asked sheepishly. Garrick was my friend, why did this feel all so intimate? Almost awkward.

Garrick grumbled again this time more incoherently, assumingly to protest staying as he was trying to pull his jacket on, but ultimately gave up. “Move over.” He muttered, grabbing the throw blanket that was on the back of the chair.

I scooted under my covers, giving him more room to lay, while he laid on top next to me using the smaller blanket. The full size bed was a tight squeeze for both of us to comfortably have an appropriate amount of room.

“You know you can get under the covers, I’m not going to bite.” I poked his shoulder.

“Outside clothes,” he groggily mumbled, turning to face me. “From the tavern.”

“Didn’t clock you for someone who worried about that kind of stuff.” I raised an eyebrow, facing him as well.

He said something I couldn’t quite understand, falling asleep before my eyes. I guess it was time for bed, we had spent the last two hours talking.

For a man he had long eyelashes, I observed, and despite him being paler I couldn’t help to admire the light freckles that randomly sprinkled his face. I still attest to when I first saw him that Amari sculpted him herself, even when he was crunched into my smaller full size bed not easily fitting a six foot six inch man. His arm is covered in intricate patterns of the relic that was engraved five years ago tucked underneath his head, the patterns flexing against his bicep.

He and Xaden never mentioned what had happened that day, I only knew from reports, my friends remaining quiet about the topic when Katia, Drew, and I asked.

I eventually let sleep take over after being a creep for a couple more minutes. Thinking of the whirlwind of events that had happened in only three days.

I woke to loud talking outside my door and the sound of pots and pans clanging. “Up and at ‘em cadets!”

I sat up from my bed, having to overlook the fact that Garrick’s arm slid off me. He was still over the covers, but was holding me. At what point of the night had that happened? More banging on my door panicked me slightly, pulling me out of my thoughts. What was going on? Was there trouble?

“Good Morning to you too.” He mumbled with a raspy breath as I jumped out of bed. While he stretched casually, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

“Good Morning. You can’t be here.” I deadpanned. I walked around my room, finding my uniform, and rucksack.

“Ouch, thanks Allie, that makes me feel real good.” He feigned hurt, as I teasingly chucked a hair pin at him.

“I wouldn’t care usually—but what time is it?” I asked, peeking out the window. The sun was just starting to rise, invading the dark blue sky with hints of orange and pink.

“6:30” Garrick replied sleepy, not sensing my urgency as I scrambled to get ready.

“Shit.” This must be the RSC the third year infantry and Professor Lieutenant Stone has told us about. They’d choose random Saturdays to bring us second years out to the forest with our squads and test our survival skills. At least I hadn’t drank enough last night to be hungover for this moment right now.

“What’s going on?” Garrick asked as more banging on the doors, and caused him to finally jump out of bed.

“Up and at ‘em Squad leader Henrick, get your cadets ready. RSC starts now.” The gruff voice of Professor Lieutenant Stone rang from the other side of my door before hearing his stomping footsteps retreat.

I groaned, covering my face. “No weekends off?” Garrick shrugged on his jacket.

“Apparently not,” I made my way to my door, unlocking it, and peeking out. Cadets were still everywhere as I quickly closed the door, and locked it again. “We have to get you out without being seen.”

“You don’t want to be caught with a rider in your room?” Garrick grinned sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m glad you find a sick pleasure in all this. But believe me you don’t want to mess with Professor Lieutenant Stone. Drew already learned the hard way last year.” I explained. A rapid knocking started at my door. “I’ll be right there!” I shouted, as I took off my pajamas. Not quite caring if Garrick was still watching me, as I slid on my uniform pants, and then the dark blue t-shirt. Another array of frivolous knocks sounded.

“Squad leader Henrick!” Katia’s curt tone never failed to make me want to laugh. I walked over, and unlocked the door again to let her in. I buttoned my pants, throwing my short sleeve uniform over top, looking at my best friend as she skirted in breathlessly. She then froze, noting it wasn’t just her and I.

Her brunette hair perfectly slicked back with her hat nestled on top of the crown of her head all ready to go in her navy summer uniform. Her green eyes looked amused as she took in my rushed appearance and Garrick in the corner.

“Squad leader Henrick!” She scoffed scandalously at the sight. I gave her a pointed look for her to cut her shit. I didn’t need Katia antics at the moment.

“Cover for me?” I begged. A flash of apprehension showed on her features as she studied the tall broad rider who was awkwardly standing there, before she fixed her lips with a smirk.

“Fine, but owe me a patrol shift this Wednesday.” She decided, walking to the door and escaping the room.

“What was that look?” Garrick scratched the back of his head.

I shrugged, sitting at my desk chair, tugging my boots on. “Not sure, Kati’s…Kati.” Was all I could chop it up to. I made sure I had everything in my rucksack. Compass. Canteen. Map. Plant guide. Provisions. Matches. First aid. All there.

I sighed, slinging the bag over my shoulder. “I would leave in thirty minutes. The halls should be cleared, and by then first and third years should have made their way to the mess hall.” I told him, as I walked to my door. I went to reach for the handle, but stopped turning to Garrick. He made himself at home sitting on the leather chair with one of my geography books. “Thanks, again for staying with me last night. I actually slept for once.”

He offered me a small smile. “Of course.” It seemed he was going to say more as he was cut off by Katia yelling on the other side of the door.

“And that's my final cue.” I waved, closing my door, meeting an annoyed Katia on the other side.

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lemonisntreal · 1 year

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[I'm a little late due to a sudden bout of perfectionism, but we don't talk about that-]

Can't believe it's been a whole six years since this... thing dropped. Saw it on release, and I regret not immediately falling in love with it. I thought it was fun [not great critically or quality-wise, but still a good time], but I didn't truly grow attached until watching the second movie about 4 months ago. Sing 2 unlocked some part of my brain- idk how [I know exactly how] but now I'm here- celebrating with a huge drawing of all of the [slightly redisigned] characters! HAhA-

All of the characters I drew, and whether or not the designs have been finalized

Buster - Finalized Eddie - Finalized Meena - Finalized Ash - Finalized Johnny - Incomplete Mike - Finalized Rosita - Finalized Gunter - Incomplete Nooshy - Finalized? Ryan - Incomplete Porsha - Incomplete

[Holy shit there's so many of them-]

I took a few creative liberties and gave a couple of them some new features- either for lore-relevance, or just because I think it looked perty. Mike's kinda jacked up [realizing that his damaged ear is hidden behind Gunter smh], Meena's got tusks, Eddie has horns, and I put them in different outfits as well [I've got wardrobe ideas for all of them lol].

So TLDR, I basically yassified them :/

[also fun fact, the second movie released on the 22nd of December- so they practically have the same anniversary date. Which is insane to me. Wondering if it's purposeful or coincidental they were released on nearly the exact same day. Will probably release something tomorrow too because of this-]

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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sickness.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett comes to your aid in the middle of the night to ease your sickness.

￫ c/w: drug and alcohol use, recovery, swearing, crying, kissing, sobriety and one mention of the word “cocaine.”

￫ a/n: as i go through recovery, i’ve found it comforting to myself to write these pieces. due to my long time drug use, when i get colds, they stick forever. i’ve just gotten over, hopefully, the last bad one i’ll have for a while. this was born in the midst to comfort myself. i hope it brings any level of comfort to all who read! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

“The feeling of having shared in a common peril is one element in the powerful cement which binds us.”

- Alcoholics Anonymous by William D. Silkworth, M.D. & Bill W.

“Stupid fuckin’ nose, with a stupid fuckin’ cold, can’t even—” You let out a grunt of hushed frustration as you rifled through the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink. The overhead light that was attached to the mirror cabinet above was dull, but it still managed to sting at your sleep deprived eyes. “—for fuck’s sake,” you grumbled again, louder this time, in defeat for not finding the nose spray you so desperately needed right now.

You heard the creak of the bed frame behind you and then followed by bare padded footsteps trailing after one another. A naked Rhett stood in the doorway to your en-suite with his arms wrapped around his torso, in an attempt to incubate some of the heat he’d left behind from your bed.

“Darlin’, what’s gon’ on?” His voice was laced thick with sleep and confusion, and his Southern drawl appearing deeper at three in the morning.

“Shit, sorry, baby. Did I wake you?” You turned to Rhett with a sympathetic look at the dishevelled cowboy. Rhett’s bleary eyes squinted back at you and blinked away the sleep.

“What’d ya’ need, baby?” He asked again.

“That nose spray I had, couple of months ago, I can’t find it. My fuckin’ sinuses are blockin’ up again. Hurts too.” You mumbled wearily, the throbbing ache along your cheeks and forehead not dulling any less with time.

“C’ ere.” Rhett linked a guiding hand into yours and drew you back to bed. He would be damned if you were caught out of bed for a moment longer and catching a further chill. “Let me check.”

You slumped back under the duvet in defeat and watched from the side as Rhett moved through the medicine cabinet himself, pulling away bottles and small boxes to try and find the elixir that would soothe you. He hummed and poked his head out from the door, “nothin’. Do y’ want some painkillers for now? We can get some ‘morrow?”

You nodded and Rhett pulled the packet of painkillers from the medicine cabinet. He grabbed your glass from your bedside table that was already dried up with your throat feeling parched and scratchy during the night. You heard the faucet gently running and then Rhett was next to you, painkillers in his open palm and handing you the glass.

“Hate this,” you mumbled as you sank back one pill and a sip of water. “My fuckin’ fault. I get clean ‘nd still get ill, because I did this to myself.” You sighed with exhaustion as you swallowed back the second pill and water in unison.

You were sober. You felt good. You could feel your brain re-wiring something anew. Neurotransmitters that weren’t reliant on a little bit of powder at the bottom of a bin liner. However, gnawing away in the pit of your stomach was the ever growing guilt that physically, your body inside was on the brink of collapsing. Internal corrosion that would take years to fix—

“No.”

“What?” You blinked back at Rhett as he drew you out of your endless stream of thoughts.

“No. No, I won’t let you say that.”

“Say what?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you watched Rhett squat down by your knees at the edge of the bed.

“That it’s your fault. What d’ they say? The first thing?” He took both your hands in his larger ones and squeezed at them gently to encourage you.

You grimaced ever so slightly. You already knew what Rhett was getting at. What point he wanted you to prove. But admittance to yourself struck a cord deep inside of you that hurt more than any gruelling week long come down, or your nose feeling as though it had been burned by a hot stove.

“We admitted we were powerless over cocaine—”

You mumbled the first half and Rhett joined in with you in unison to finish the statement.

“—that our lives had become unmanageable.” Rhett paused at noticing how your eyes crinkled tightly together in the corners and how you squeezed them shut tight. It was in an effort to hold back the tears that stung at your waterline.

“That. That right there, darlin’. You were powerless and this wasn’t your fault, never was. You couldn’t keep livin’ the way you were.”

You couldn’t speak. You were powerless.

Your eyes peeled back open at Rhett and you let out a stuttered gasp of air when a small sob broke through your chest. You finally felt the roll of a damp tear stream down your cheek, but Rhett was quick to bring up his thumb and wipe it away, like he always did. Hand still in his hand, he took it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckle.

“I’ll always, be here to take care of you, m’ love.”

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bastetwastaken · 5 months

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15. for the writing thing! Ship: puzzleshipping. They met over a dating app and it‘s their first date. Awkwardness and something funny and fluffy is very welcome if you can think of anything^^

Thanks friend <3 Oh you know I love any opportunity to write funny and fluffyness for these two ^^ I had fun with this one.

Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy the little gift <3

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Why did I suggest this?

He shifted nervously where he stood, a hand rubbed his arm awkwardly as he pressed himself back against the wall.

Of course the city was busy today. Of course the market was packed. It was the week before Christmas and he really should have expected this.

Well actually, the truth was that he had expected this, and he thought he’d been prepared.

In an effort to take his mind off the rapidly rising anxiety, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it to be greeted by his open messages. Atem hadn’t said anything else since he’d messaged him letting him know that he was on the train about half an hour ago.

The non-anxious part of him wanted to laugh at the situation he found himself in. He never would have put himself down as the type to use a dating app to find a boyfriend, he would have scoffed if any of his friends had suggested that he’d find someone as…wonderful as Atem on an app like this.

Of course, he’d had his fair share of strange messages, and he’d had to wade through a lot of unwanted attention to find this guy, but he was so glad he’d persisted.

He’d never agreed to meet anyone from this app though, and he’d wanted to suggest somewhere public, somewhere that he wouldn’t feel so exposed and vulnerable if Atem turned out to not be the person he said he was.

He wanted him to be who he seemed though, so fucking badly.

Swiping his thumb across the screen, he returned to Atems profile. His stomach filled with butterflies as he swiped through the photos of him, and he buried his face into his thick scarf in an attempt to hide the smile on his face.

He sighed happily. Obviously, the photos had attracted him to Atems profile in the first place, but not because they were the standard shit he usually saw on the app, shirtless men taking risque photos, trying to see how close they could get to nude without being banned. No, Atems photos were just…normal.

Photos of him in an oversized jumper and jeans grinning in front of a sculpture at an art exhibition, him in a t-shirt cuddling a grey cat which was licking his face, Atem laughing happily whilst holding a huge plush Kuriboh at Kaibaland.

He’d sent a message and had no idea how hard he’d fall for this man in only three months of talking, and now here he was. Waiting for him to show up so they could finally meet in person for the first time.

A couple walked past him, a little too close for his liking, so he slid his phone back into his pocket and resigned himself to looking around the street awkwardly.

He shouldn’t have gotten here so early…but he couldn’t stop himself. He was a mess of nerves, excited to finally meet this man who he felt so much for and he couldn’t wait at home any longer.

Only now, he was stuck standing in the cold, trying to stay out of the way of the people who had decided to visit the market that day too. He looked up and drew a steady breath, the soft lights strung between leafless trees helped to calm him.

“Yugi?”

The voice startled him and he jumped, looking quickly to his side, eyes seeking out who had managed to sneak up on him and finding a gentle face he knew so well but had never seen in person, soft red eyes lined with perfect makeup which he’d not expected to be so vibrant in real life.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice was soft and familiar. Maybe a little different from when they’d spoken on the phone, but still recognisable to him.

He smiled, eyes quickly moving over the other man, taking in the dark clothing he wore which seemed to suit him so well. It took some real effort for him to pull his eyes back to Atems face, but when he did he was rewarded with a gentle smile which brought butterflies to his stomach.

“Yep.” He laughed awkwardly. “Atem?”

“Yeah.” Atem smiled shyly, eyes dropping to the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “I’m not late am I?”

Atem sounded panicked and he shook his head.

“Oh no.” He was quick to reassure him. “I just like to get to places way earlier than I need to.” He explained. “It, um, makes me feel better about…stuff.” He waved a hand vaguely around them.

Atem smiled softly and nodded.

“I understand.” Atem said. “Just so you know, if stuff gets too much, we can always try another day. No pressure.”

Atems words made him feel better immediately and he sighed in relief. He’d been right about him, Atem was genuinely a nice person and that made him feel so much better about being in such a crowded space.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile. “But I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” Atems eyes moved down his body quickly and he blushed. “You look amazing by the way. I can’t believe we’re finally meeting in person.”

“Me neither.” He said, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he readjusted the scarf around his neck. “You look so much better in person.”

Atem laughed and he chewed his lip, that probably didn’t come out right….but he’d said it now.

“I mean…” He trailed off awkwardly when Atem shook his head.

“I know.” Atem said kindly.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, they just looked at each other in silence and he wasn’t sure what to do now. He’d been the one to suggest this place for their first date and now he was just standing there…doing nothing.

“So-”

“I-”

They began speaking at the same time then stopped, laughing softly and Yugi instantly felt more at ease.

“You first.” Atem said with a smile.

“I was going to ask if you’d been here before.” He said awkwardly.

“To the city? Or to the market?” Atem asked.

“Both?” He said.

“Um, I’ve been to the city before, yeah. But not the market…” Atem smiled at him. “How about you?”

“I don’t live far from here so yeah, I’ve been a few times…” He trailed off, not sure where he was going with this conversation.

Fuck, this was so awkward. Atem was going to think he was weird and he’d leave.

“In that case, I trust you to show me around.” Atem said happily, holding out a hand to him and smiling. “Shall we?”

He was so glad Atem seemed better at conversation than he was and he nodded quickly, looking down at Atems hand and blushing as he took it in his.

What was wrong with him? He was a grown man. In his late twenties, with a real life job and a flat and everything. Why was he blushing like a child just because a pretty guy wanted to hold his hand?

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat awkwardly and began walking down the street, Atem walking next to him, the hand in his warm and comforting. “I love christmas.” He said as they made their way through the steady stream of people walking around them, past the stalls set up in the middle of the street.

“I’d guessed.” Atem teased, his arm bumping against his gently. “So do I…it’s just such a cosy time of year. You know? The cold weather, thick cosy jumpers, mulled wine if you like that kind of thing.”

“Right?” He said happily. “You get it. I’ve always been a sucker for an excuse to stay indoors and get comfy and cosy, watch a nice movie, eat some comfort food…but I do love the social side of christmas too, like seeing family and coming to places like this.”

“Oh, I get that.” Atem laughed. “Especially the staying in and being warm part. I don’t do well with the cold, honestly.”

Atem laughed off the comment but he suddenly felt awful for making him come out, and on a day where the temperature had barely risen beyond freezing too.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “We can go find somewhere to be inside if you like?”

He slowed his pace and Atem stopped entirely, pulling his hand to turn him toward him. Atems smile was soft and gentle, his laugh was quiet.

“I really don’t mind being here with you.” Atem said, his voice soft and smooth. “I’d stay out here all night if it meant spending time with you.”

He laughed happily, the words were so cheesy but for some reason, he really didn’t mind that when they came from Atem. They didn’t feel cheap and empty from him.

“Careful what you say.” He said. “They stay open late, you know.”

“Good.” Atem smiled. “That means we can spend loads of time together.” Atems smile turned shy and he looked down at their hands. “If you want to, of course.”

“I want to.” He said quickly, laughing when Atem looked back up at him. Someone walked past behind him, nudging him closer to Atem but he didn’t mind at all.

“I’m glad.” Atem said softly, letting him step closer again when another person huffed and pushed past them.

They should probably move. They were standing in the middle of where people were walking, so clearly in the way, but Atems chest was warm against his and a hand was resting against his waist and suddenly the next logical step was for him to lean in just a little closer and press his lips to Atems.

He hadn’t fully registered that he’d actually moved until he felt soft warm lips against his. He would have been shocked at how forward he’d been, but Atems hand moved to the small of his back and pulled him closer and he wasn’t sure how he was meant to think about much of anything after that.

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miss-shawdowsinger · 1 year

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Soothing Darkness - Azriel X reader fanfic

Chapter three

Summery: Training continues for Y/N which only gets more intense.

Warnings: swearing!

AN: Okay so this chapter is a bit of a filler but trust me it will pick up in the next one! A bit more cute Azriel moments in this one! I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think ❤️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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A knock at your front door had you waking up bolt upright. You don’t remember falling asleep at all but now the light shone through your open curtained window and you checked the clock in your room. 8:30am on the dot.

“Shit” you through the covers off you and jumped out of bed. Quickly, you pulled on your clothes and tied your hair back. The knocking continued and gradually got louder as you hurried to get ready. You were pulling on your boots when a figure suddenly appeared at your bedroom window. Screaming in shock, you fell backwards right on your ass.

“Ahh you are here” Cassian laughed at the sight of you struggling to get ready in a rush. “Sleep in?” his wings kept him in place in the sky outside your window, peering into your messy bedroom.

“I could have been naked” you yelled before shutting the curtains in his face. His laugh was loud enough that even as you headed downstairs you could still here it. Grabbing your jacket, you left the shop and locked the door behind you.

“You could have been naked, or you could have been hurt. How was I supposed to know?” he shrugged faking innocence as you made your way over to where he now stood.

“Either way you should have given it another minute before spying” you gave him a rude gesture.

“You are the one that’s late” he crossed his arms, defending his actions. “Come on sleepy head” he held out his hand and you took it begrudgingly.

Cassian was shocked but impressed to find that on this flight you didn’t shut your eyes as tight as you could and hide your face into his shoulder. Instead, you looked out towards the sun rising over the mountains and the colours it painted on the Sidra.

“Not so afraid today?” he drew your attention away from the city below.

“What? And miss the view?” you still clung tight to him as the house of wind drew closer. He chuckled slightly, not questioning the sudden change.

You were the last to arrive at the training rings and everyone were already warming up. “Where have you been?” Nesta raised her eyebrows as Cassian put you down. “9am sharp every morning is what you said” she narrowed her eyes at Cassian.

“Don’t blame me” Cassian held up his hand in defence. “I was on time but someone forgot to get out of bed this morning” he gestured to you as you cringed. A slight blush of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks as Nesta turned her attention to you.

“I’m sorry” you winced.

“So, she gets an apology and all I got was a….”Cassian mimicked the rude gesture you had given him earlier. Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at the gesture.

“It’s fine Y/N. I was more hoping it was him who was late, he gave me such stick for being two minutes late a couple months ago and thought I could get my own back” she patted you on the back before turning her attention back to Cassian. You took that as your que to leave and headed over to your group.

The three priestesses were already going through their warm-ups with Azriel close by. You made your way over and finally noticed the strain of your muscles, remanence of the training the day before. You had a slight limp as the muscles in your legs had seized up so much that bending your knees seemed impossible. The startled wakeup call hadn’t give you chance to notice just how stiff you were. Azriel spotted you as you approached the group, his eyes met yours but his face showed no sign of emotion again.

“Sorry I’m late” you mumbled your appologise as you joined the group. Azriel just nodded for you to join in without a word. Your heart clenched slightly but you quickly started the usual warm up routine, stretching off all your sore muscles and raising your heartbeat. If you were trying to prove you wanted to catch up with the others, sleeping in wasn’t the best way to start.

“Lets go over the basics” Azriel instructed the group after we were warmed up. The priestesses started off the stances and movements and you followed along. Each stance you did you remembered what Azriel had told you the day before.

Elbows up. Heels down. Thumb placement. You needed to prove that you did listen and did want to improve. Now more than ever.

Each movement you performed you remembered how he told you to breath and clear your mind. Although, your muscles ached they held in place. You managed to hold each movement, only wobbling a couple of times but correcting it quickly. Everything was clicking into place. You could have sworn you saw a slight tug on the corner of Azriel’s mouth as you locked eyes with him during one of the harder balancing exercises.

An hour had gone by and you hadn’t fallen over once. Determination to prove yourself was forcing you to keep going and improve. Your heart was pounding and your brow was sweating but your body was strong. The priestesses seemed to notice the change in you. They smiled towards you as you performed each movement as they did.

“Good” Azriel said to the group as you took a quick breather. His Hazel eyes met yours briefly and you beamed shyly at the small accomplishment. “We are going to move on to core strength today”.

You soon realised you had little to no core strength. Azriel had you all doing sit ups, planks and v-ups on repeat for the last hour of the session. You felt like you could collapse as your stomach clenched with each repetition. If you thought you were sweating before, this was a whole different level. The longest you could hold a plank was only 13 seconds and each rep after that seemed to get worse.

At least you weren’t alone this time. The priestesses seemed to all be equally as unfit as you. The cramping was almost unbearable as you began your cool down. Azriel left quickly afterwards with no word. He hadn’t spoken to you throughout the whole session, and you couldn’t understand the sinking feeling in your stomach because of it.

Just because he helped you yesterday doesn’t mean that you would have any special treatment. He would have done it for anyone who was in need of the extra practise.

The rest of the week carried on the same way. Training was now increasingly more intense as you moved onto muscle and core strengthening exercises, the shop had the odd customers through the afternoon, and you would fall asleep very quickly each night. You didn’t make the same mistake of sleeping in again though.

Azriel didn’t speak to you at all during the week. Instead, he went back to instructing the group as a whole. You pushed that out of your mind, concentrating on the new exercises he would demonstrate before attempting yourself and failing miserably. He made everything look so easy, not breaking a sweat as he effortlessly demonstrated what he expected from us. It was an effort not to stare as his muscles flexed under his shirt with each movement. He completed each movement so perfectly and gracefully that even the priestesses watched from the other groups across the ring.

Your day off arrived quickly and you found yourself asking to stay again to practise. Nesta had told you that you are more than welcome and to stop asking for permission, but you still thought it polite.

“Can I have your green beans if you’re not having them?” Gwyn gestured to Emerie’s finished plate as we sat having lunch before your extra practise.

“Take them” Emerie scraped the beans onto Gwyn’s plate. There was only the three of you and Nesta at lunch as Cassian had some important business again.

“Y/N, have you heard about the ball?” Gwyn asked between mouthfuls.

“What ball?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Cassian and I are hosting a ball here in three weeks’ time. I say a ball it’s more like a little party with a few people from Velaris coming to celebrate just before winter solstice” Nesta swallowed her mouthful. “It would be great if you could come. I was going to ask you with a formal invitation but thanks to Gwyn….” She trailed off.

“I’ll have to think about it” you smiled. “I’d have to find something to wear if I did but thank you for the invitation” you knew you had absolutely nothing in your wardrobe that would be nice enough for a party at the house of wind. You definitely couldn’t afford anything new either.

“Oh, the invitation is just being nice” Emerie giggled. “You are coming. No excuses” she pointed her fork at you in a fake threat. The girls all nodded in agreement.

“If you don’t have anything to wear, I can lend you something or we can go on a shopping trip. All four of us” Nesta offered. The other girls smiled widely at the thought “I know a great shop in town that would have something perfect for you”.

“Will the other priestesses be there?” you tried to change subject before you were dragged into a shopping trip that you couldn’t afford.

“They have been invited but the likelihood of them leaving the library is slim” Gwyn shrugged. “Speaking of, I best get going” she stood from her place. You also stood to leave and said your goodbyes to the girls as you went back up to the training rings.

The rings were empty and quiet yet again as you began your stretches. You kept an eye on the door to the house just in case but after half an hour you gave up.

He’s not coming. Concentrate.

You threw yourself into the training, pushing yourself to do one more repetition of each movement before you relaxed. You had just finished a set of sit ups and collapsed, laying on the ground looking up into the sky. The cold Autumn breeze cooling the sweat from your brow. There were no clouds in the sky as you took deep soothing breaths.

You pushed yourself to sit up and look out over the view of the city down below. Gwyn, had spoken of a technique called mind stilling. A technique that the Valkyries used to calm their mind, even during battle. She had told you the steps and you had memorised them. Looking out over the city, you thought there was no better time then to try it now for the first time. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.

Each step was clear in your mind as you ran through them. It was a lot harder than it sounded, closing your mind to everything surrounding you. Your mind kept on wondering as you tried for what felt like a lifetime.

Clear your mind.

What would I wear to the ball?

Stop. Clear your mind.

Maybe if I used vanilla it would make the buns tase nicer.

“Useless” you grunted as you opened your eyes. You would sooner fall asleep then succeed at mind stilling. With a frustrated huff you stood from your seat and turned to begin training on your body again.

“Not easy is it” Azriel smirked as you came face to face with him. You jumped and swore at the male a couple feet in front of you.

“Do you make it a habit of sneaking up on people?” you held a hand over your heart, trying to steady it from the shock.

“That is my job” he scratched his head as he entered the training ring, shadows curling round his neck and hands. “Here again?” he came to stand before you.

“Today is my day off, I thought it was better spending my time being productive” you shrugged.

“How’s that working out for you?” his lips twitched as he looked you up and down.

“Fine” you lied.

“Looks it” he laughed as you let out a frustrated huff. You had been working for over an hour on mind stilling and now your mind was as tired as the rest of your body.

“I’m finished anyway, I’ll get out of your way” you strode by him, not daring to look at him but his hand reached out and caught your wrist before you could walk away. You instantly stopped and turned to look at his scarred hand caressing your small wrist. His hands were soft against your bare skin which sent a warm sensation up your entire arm. You looked up to find Azriel’s soft eyes on his own hand before turning his gaze to you. You could almost see his shoulders relax as you didn’t pull away from him, you didn’t shy from the touch of his scared hands on you.

He instantly let go of you. “I’m sorry” he cleared his throat. “I’m not chasing you out, if you want to stay please do”.

“I didn’t think you were. I’m just tired and frustrated” you half smiled. “But thank you” you carried on walking to the water station. You poured yourself a glass of water, drinking it in one breath.

“How are you getting back?” Azriel called after you, coming to your side yet again as you poured another glass.

“Ten thousand steps doesn’t seem too bad” you raised an eyebrow.

“Trust me, it is” he cringed slightly and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cassian offered to take me once he got back” Azriel nodded with a hummed response. His shadows curled around him yet again. “Can I ask you a question?” you stared at the shadows surrounding the Illyrian. They floated silently over his wings and across his chest.

“Of course” his jaw tightened slightly waiting.

“They call you the Shadowsinger” you paused gaging his response before continuing. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t show any offence, so you asked “What does that mean?”.

“No one other than Rhys and Cassian have ever asked me that before” his face was unreadable as his eyes connected with yours. “and if I tell you, I’d have to kill you” his face remained stern. Your heart began beating faster as your breath hitched and you took a small step away from him. His lip quivered slightly before he laughed.

You stared at him unblinking for a second before realisation hit you. He was messing with you. “That’s not funny” you scolded at the male but his laugh was contagious and you soon joined in.

“I’m sorry” he controlled his laughter. “There isn’t a lot I can tell you but there is something I can show you” he came closer to you. “But you’ll have to trust me” he held out his hand. You looked at his outstretched hand and then at the male in front of you. His black hair sat lazily over his forehead, his hazel eyes soft as they stared into yours, waiting for your response.

The first time Azriel had asked you to trust him, it had taken your breath away. Opening your eyes to the world below for the first time. He had a small smile as you placed your hand softly in his. He effortlessly picked you up and flew up into the air.

Once you were about one hundred feet above the house his voice broke through the wind. “Whatever you do, don’t let go of me” he scanned your face as you nodded in response. Darkness encircled the both of you. Not darkness like night but darkness like shadows. They engulfed you whole, but you stayed holding on to Azriel. His hands still held you in place against his body.

The darkness wasn’t cold as you imagined it to be. It was like a warm caress, comforting as it blanketed the two of you. It kept surrounding you until no daylight broke through at all, just dark. The only presence was Azriel. You could no longer see him but you could still feel his arms around you. It didn’t scare you, you didn’t tense or shy away. This was Azriel and he asked you to trust him.

You were nothing but shadows for a split second and then the light pierced through the black. The shadows coiled back into nothing, seeming to fold back into Azriel. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you were still in Azriel’s arms. But Azriel was stood on a cobbled street. You quickly looked around to find you were outside the bakery.

“You can winnow?” you asked, gawking at how you had been in one place and then the next second you were somewhere else.

“Not exactly” He placed you down softly. “I can move through shadows” you released your grip around his neck.

“It’s a lot quicker then flying. Why didn’t you just do that last week?” you tutted as you rummaged for your keys.

“I wanted to help you overcome your fear of flying” he crossed his arms over his chest. You rolled your eyes at him but thanked him anyway. “I hear it worked” you quickly looked at his half smug smile.

“It may have done” you narrowed your eyes at him. “So, you and Cassian have been talking about me behind my back now?” you questioned. Instantly your mind flooded with everything they could have been talking about. How useless you had been so far.

“We talk about everyone we teach” he tilted his head seemingly reading your thoughts. “How everyone is progressing” he clarified. It did little for your mind, but you shook it off.

“Great” you sighed finally freeing your keys from your trouser pockets.

“You are progressing more than you think, Y/N” Azriel’s deep voice reverberated through you. That was the first time he had called you by your name. It sent your body tingling. You were beginning to think he may have forgotten it, but it sounded so sweet on his lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” was all you managed to say as you unlocked the door and stepped inside “Thank you for brining me back again” you smiled at him. He looked as if he was about to say something as his mouth opened. But he seemed to change his mind and instead bowed his head as you closed the door behind you.

Idiot. I’ll see you tomorrow. Is that all you could say?

The next two weeks went by exactly the same as the previous two. Each day at training Cassian would pick you up at 8:30am on the dot. Training was progressively getting harder but you began to notice small changes in your body. Muscles began to grow where you’d never had it before. Your legs and arms were stronger and you found your body didn’t ache as badly between sessions.

Azriel only addressed the group as a whole. He never spoke to you individually. You tried to ignore it, tried to understand that there must be a reason behind it. So, you didn’t question it and decided to ignore him too. Other than the instructions you followed, you pretended he wasn’t even there.

By the time it got to your days off, Azriel already waited in the training ring in the afternoons. He helped you run through everything that you had struggled with that week. The two of you making small talk before he took you back home.

You were grateful for the extra help that he offered you. Allowing you to understand your body and even your mind on a better level. You also began to enjoy his company rather then be intimidated by it, and you think he felt the same. During normal sessions his face was unreadable, a mask of no emotions. Only his shadows circling round him, keeping him hidden. But when it was just the two of you he smiled, answered questions and asked them in return. It made your heart warm each time you were able to make him laugh.

Surprisingly he had a wicked sense of humour. He managed to have you scowling or unable to breath through fits of giggles. It was quick how easily it became for you to be in his company. He dropped you off at the end of another day full of training. Each time he dropped you off you would offer him food or a drink but her would always have somewhere else to be. You didn’t let it bother you as you had already spent the majority of the day with him. He didn’t ‘winnow’ you back again though. He would fly over the city and you would soak up the landscape, each time finding something new to look at.

He bowed his head and took his leave as you entered the shop. As you closed the door you noticed a small envelope. You picked it up and opened it carefully.

'Dear Y/N,

Nesta and I were speaking about our shopping trip for the ball at the end of this week. We plan to go tomorrow.

We will pick you up at 2pm after training so don’t make plans.

Gwyn.'

You stared at the note and sighed as you had hoped that they had forgotten about the shopping trip. You hadn’t even fully accepted the invitation to the ball itself. Not that you had much choice in the matter. But how could you afford it? You went to the small safe you had in your apartment and looked at your spare funds. It was a meek pile of money but you took a deep breath and took a small amount from your savings.

It’ll be fun. You told yourself, justifying the cost. You had never been to a ball or a party. At least there will be people you know there. People you could now call your friends. If worse comes to worse, you can always leave early – you told yourself. One thing was for certain. You hoped there wasn’t any dancing, you had never been taught how to dance and it was a one-way ticket to embarrassing yourself.

Chapter 4

#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #cassian #batboys

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seanpgilroy · 1 year

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I drew the three panels of the lower half (depicting the final boss fights of the Metroid Prime Trilogy) a couple of years ago. A week and a half ago, I looked at it and thought, “How rad would it be if I added a bunch of shit at the top? Like Samus’s ship, Meta-Ridley, and maybe some Metroids?”

But then I was like, “Wait, didn’t you fucking hate drawing that thing? Wasn’t it a completely miserable experience that took for-fucking-ever? Didn’t you stop drawing for like six months afterwards? Didn’t you vow never to do anything like it again?”

And yeah, that’s all accurate. But while I remembered how much I hated it, I could no longer recall precisely what it was that I hated *about* it. So I figured I’d give it a try, and promised myself that the second I got the urge to gouge my eyes out with the stylus, I’d stop and move on to something else.

Weirdly, I did not hate drawing the upper three panels, and finished them relatively quickly (for me). And that got me to wondering. What was different this time.

Oh right, I was deep in the throes of the worst major depressive episode of my life when I made the original. Maybe that had more to do with how much I hated it than anything about the drawing itself. Go figure.

#my drawings #metroid #metroid prime #samus aran #metroid prime trilogy #digital art #metroid fanart #nintendo

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astroluvr · 1 year

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A Trip Around the Sun and Right Back to You

summary: (college!) jack’s birthday stirred up quite the commotion, and despite how much he loves being the big man on campus, he misses his corner of the world- even if he isn’t supposed to

a/n: here’s an impromptu college!jack blurb! its my first writing in a while, so pls have mercy on me lol! it’s a little long, and probably taps out from the plot a little, but i hope you enjoy!!! i’m welcome to any thoughts on the college!jack au given that there isn’t much lol.

warnings: mention of drugs (just weed), college party, brief allusions to smut (but not explicit, ik and i’m sorry)

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The world was his oyster, but today the world was just his. The lines of the circle he drew around himself seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier each semester. It was harder to tell who had squeezed themselves in by pushing people over, and who had genuinely earned their place.

It seemed that lately he was an excuse to throw a party, or at least a ticket into one. The guys on his championed soccer team never got as much attention as him, and were almost slick with how they managed to use Jack to get it.

It never occurred to him just how loud it was all the time until he met you. And Jack hardly liked to think of himself as meeting you, in some weird way. Saying that he met you felt like he was referring to some cross of fate, and he absolutely does not want to think about why he thinks of it that way when it comes to only you.

Either way, you were on his mind, and he kept looking at the text message you sent him bright and early in the morning.

Good morning, birthday boy ☀️🧁 Hope your day is wonderful!!

He had stared at that text for at least fifteen minutes before responding to it. The only person who has beat you to the well wishes was his mother- even room mates were late on the draw.

It didn’t upset him, though, he knew that world goes on and people had more things on their mind than telling him happy birthday, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice.

As he stood in the middle of a party in full swing, he found himself staring at the messages between you. A year ago today, he wouldn’t have expected a sweet message from you, but instead a raunchy picture as a gift. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

“Hey, Jack!” A familiar voice sounded, making his floating fingers slide across the screen, and he turned around quickly, faced with Evan, a friend of Urban’s. “Happy birthday, man.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and Evan clapped his back before shoving something in his pocket with a wink.

It didn’t take long for Jack to gather what it was, and he only shook his head before throwing it in the middle of a smoke filled circle. People were generous enough to slide him all sorts of baggies all night long, and even more so to supply the party with drinks for free.

He wasn’t sure if he was ungrateful or if he was just reaching an age where he questioned the intention and meaning behind those ‘gifts’, and he did not like that he might’ve been approaching such questions during college.

A month or two ago before your place in his circle became less solid, he wouldn’t have questioned anything for a second.

“Jack!” He finally heard your muffled voice through his phone speaker and he stopped short in the kitchen. The call had been going for at little over a minute now.

“Oh, shit, Y/N!” He said into the speaker, rushing out into the yard where only a few people were scattered across the yard.

The air was thick and humid, but it also cooled him down from the heat of the party that radiated into the night. He shoved a hand in his back pocket before clearing his throat.

“Hey, did you mean to call me?” You asked, and he was envious of how peaceful you sounded. He could imagine that you were just getting home from work, and fresh out of the shower.

That was his favorite time to see you, and he was only allowed the pleasure a couple of times before.

“No. I-I mean, yes. I mean, fuck, I meant to text you. I just slipped and called.”

“Oh,” you giggled, and Jack swallowed. “Why are you texting little old me in the middle of your bash? You should be in bed with three other girls right now.”

He wanted to laugh because he knew it was a joke, but he also knew that it meant you thought he had the capacity to even think of any other woman.

“You’re the only one.”

And he didn’t specify- and for once, he didn’t feel the need to add a fine print. He didn’t need to say the only that he was sleeping with, or going out with, or even friends with. He didn’t need to, not because he didn’t feel the need to explain his sex life with his tutor/fuck buddy, but because there was no defining category.

“Next time I see you, I have a gift.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, and he could hear you adjusting in bed. “But you’ll have to get it soon.”

“Come over. Bring it to me. Both my gifts.”

“Both?” You laughed, and Jack bit his lip. “What makes you think I like you that much? What do you think this other gift is?”

“You.”

The sexual innuendo wasn’t clear in his statement. He wasn’t sure if the gift would be your presence itself or having sex with you, and he didn’t want to dwell on which would be his preferred.

“I don’t want to crash your party.” You mumbled, a teasing lift to your voice that almost made Jack groan.

“It’s not crashing if it’s my party, and I’m inviting you.”

“Jack, we both know…” you trailed off with a laugh, and he nodded as though you could see him.

It wasn’t his party, and you would be crashing, and it was all Jack’s fault. He always tossed the mention of parties like this around, and made you feel like you wouldn’t fit in before you even had the chance to. He had driven you away because he was scared of what he felt. He had removed the wrong person from his circle, and now it felt like he was struggling to make room.

“Just come through. I’ll wait for you at the door, and we can hang out.” He could practically see your face screw into uncertainty.

“Jack, the gift really isn’t that nice, and I’m not really in the mood to-“

“This isn’t about the gift, and this isn’t about fucking. It’s just about seeing you tonight. On my birthday.”

You sighed and bit your lip before looking down at your boy shorts and oversized shirt. “I’m not coming dressed up.”

“Good.”

You were over at Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes and the party was pouring out of the house. You knew better than to try and park anywhere near it, so you parked a little bit across the street, away from a lot of the commotion.

You were only in sweats and a hoodie that you pulled on over the clothes as you tried to blend in with everyone. You hated the parties, and you were suddenly grateful that Jack tried to keep you away from them.

You finally found Jack on the front porch, all alone and crowded at the same time. You pouted at the sight. He was only in a pair of sweats similar to yours and a nicer hoodie that he had tugged over his pretty curls that caught a little bit of light from the full moon.

“This isn’t the birthday suit I was expecting to see.” You murmured, walking up next to him and pulling him from one trance into another. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just wanted… a break, I guess.”

You hummed, wanting nothing more than to just lean against the soccer team’s house and try to pretend that the smoke was a breeze.

“Let’s go inside.” he tugged at your sleeve, and you followed him, growing nervous as you entered the belly of the beast.

If anyone was sober enough to notice- which was maybe a handful do designated drivers too caught up in their own misery to give a damn, they might catch the way you tried to stay behind Jack’s tall figure that parted the crowd, and the way he put his hand out towards the bottom of his back for you to take. You wanted to so badly, but you felt that the consequences would sting. That you’d take it for more than it was.

Jack stopped short at a couch, tapping his friend’s shoulder as he split a blunt with a girl underneath his arm. You recognized Urban when he narrowed his eyes up at Jack.

“What?” He asked, and you tried to stay perfectly still, stay Jack’s little secret.

“Look, thanks for throwing the party, Urb, but I don’t want to have to clean this shit up, and I don’t want to hear a bunch of people until five in the morning.”

“Bruh,” Urban glanced at you and laughed, making you feel small. “Are you about to go study?”

“Just wrap it up in a little, Urb.” Jack shook his head, and led you back upstairs to his room.

Somehow, despite being able to feel the vibrations of the party, you couldn’t hear it as clearly. Jack’s room felt strangely unfamiliar as he took off the hoodie and revealed only a wife beater underneath before sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at you.

“What?” You laughed, and Jack reached out to grab your waist, tugging you to the bed next to him. “You’re insane.”

“When do I get my gift?” he murmured, a smile plastered on his face.

The two of you had never kissed without lust or intention behind it, but right now, he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold you close.

Jack wondered for a moment if he were going crazy. He racked his brain for when he had ever looked at you like this, and he didn’t want to believe it when he kept thinking back to the time you smiled at him when he got an equation right on the homework you were doing together.

“Here.” you reached into your purse and pulled out a cupcake in a plastic container that was a little bigger than normal ones. It had white frosting and its wrapper had little soccer balls printed.

Jack chuckled when it was in his hand and you crossed your arms against your stomach. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Well, I told you it wasn’t much. I mean, I had to get you something. We’re friends, of course- not just friends. Not that we’re more than friends, but I felt like I had to-“

You were interrupted by Jack’s impulse, feeling his lips against yours. You didn’t expect it to deepen the way that it did, but a flurry of want blew through you.

In a heartbeat, you were on his lap, forgetting that you told yourself you’d put your feelings aside for tonight, just be friends with him tonight. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on his shoulders and letting him place his own hands in the waistband of your sweats before breaking away to look at you.

“You want to?” He questioned, and you nodded, biting your swollen lip. “Thank you for my gift, sweetheart.”

You shuddered at the pet name. Usually, when he was calling you out of your name, it was ‘pretty girl’ or ‘baby’, and that was only when he lost himself within you.

Your mouth parted at the words and you smiled tenderly, trying not to smile or think too hard. “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ve already had cake, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Jack thought to the edible brownies that a candle in it- which was from Urban and probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’d received. But it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t just a cute gesture or something that was just sweet. It was nothing like that, it was nothing like you.

“Nicest gift I’ve gotten all night, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a nice bruise that made you moan and cling to his bare shoulders. “Well, a close second.”

By the time Jack finished with you, it was no longer his birthday and he found a sketchy plastic knife in his room- which took him several minutes of trying to convince you was fine, to cut the cupcake in half.

Now, you were sitting in his bed against the headboard in one of his tee shirts and boxers eating a cupcake. The party was still going strong, and he had yet to receive a text asking him where he’d gone.

“Thank you for this.” He finally said, and you turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“We do this all the time.” You laughed, and before he could argue or clarify, he realized that you were right.

Every time you two stopped studying to fuck or make out, you would always either leave to go some diner or find a random snack and eat it together. He wondered if it just became an old routine or meaningful ritual.

“I mean for spending my birthday with me.”

“You’re welcome.” You said as if you had given him nothing of importance. “A trip around the sun is no easy trip.”

And with your words, Jack made another circle. He hardly had to make room for it. In the middle stood you and him, right next to each other, unnoticed by the rowdy crowd.

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