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The Key To Your Heart - Track 7

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Fat shaming, name calling, kissing, angst. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6K!!!

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

Hi guys! I'm so sorry this took a little extra longer than usual. I've had a lot of ideas for this chapter for a long time and I struggled with putting it all on paper. I'm also on vacation 🤪 but I really wanted to get this one out there, especially before Halloween. Also I'm sorry if the spacing and stuff is crap, I did this from my phone/iPad while falling asleep at 3:30 AM. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

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You awoke with a start, your alarms blaring through the bedroom. Giving the snooze button a smack, you reach across your mattress, touching the sheets to find the other side of your bed empty.

It was still warm, but missing the actual body that you fell asleep cuddled next to. Blinking your eyes a few times, you called out into the bedroom. "Baby?"

You climbed out of bed, making your way down the hall to the living room, where you finally saw him on the couch. Sound asleep, eyes gently closed, a soft snore passed from his mouth. At the sound of your footsteps, he opened his eyes, giving a big stretch and wagging his tail.

"Good morning Skippy, my little sunshine! I missed your cuddles this morning. Why'd you move to the couch?"

He looked at you and yawned, his eyes closing once again. You giggled and headed for the shower to get ready for another day. Some of us have to actually work and get stuff done in this house!

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The day at work was busy, leaving little time to chat with Pedro. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as your coworkers buzzed about your new album freshly released the day before. They still hadn't figured it out, but you decided you would continue to let it be your little secret a bit longer. They didn't need to know. Just you and Pedro could share this for now.

On your lunch break, you finally opened your phone to find a few text messages from him. "Good morning! I had fun video chatting with you last night. I'm so glad we listened to your album together, and it was nice to finally get to see you." His message made your heart skip.

Second text from Pedro: "Hey, I hope work is going well for you. I was thinking, maybe if you'd like, we could chat again later? If you don't want to video chat anymore, no pressure, but I enjoyed it and thought maybe if you wanted to, we could."

You replied. "Hey P! It's been a crazy day :) but a good one. Especially waking up happy after enjoying a lovely evening. I would really love to video chat with you again too."

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief at your answer. He couldn't help but feel nervous to ask you, despite having just video chatted last night, and he also didn't want to make you feel pressured; especially with someone as private as you are. But with your response, he smiled as he felt his stomach fill with butterflies at the thought of seeing you again.

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Later on, after work, the two of you were texting and deciding on the time to video chat again. However, before you called, Pedro texted you again. "Hey, I had a question for you, but I didn't want to ask it over the phone or video call and make you feel pressured. But, there's this Hollywood Halloween party coming up in a few days. I know you still want to keep your identity, but I thought if you'd like to, each guest is allowed to bring a date, and I thought you could mingle a little with some other musicians and actors. I can just tell people you're one of my friends from a set if you don't want to give your real name. You don't need to tell them anything you don't want out to the public. Plus I would love to spend some time together in person too, if you want to. I know it's a lot, so if you would rather not go, I understand. But I'd love to meet you."

The idea of going to a party filled with other celebrities, AND Pedro, had you filled with mixed emotions. Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Love-sick. Hesitant.

After a bit of thinking,you decided, and the answer seemed obvious from the start. The party sounded terrifying, and was completely unknown territory. But you also knew that if you didn't go, you'd surely kick yourself and regret this chance forever.

Finally you replied. "Okay! I'll go. I'd love to spend time with you, too, Pedro. Thank you for inviting me."

He replied again: "Really?! So, will boo be my date? 👻"

You: "That was a little too.. (candy) corny. I may have to ghost you. 🎃"

Pedro didn't miss a beat. "Okay, you're driving me batty. 🦇 Want to call and talk about our costumes?"

Oh shit, I forgot about costumes.

The two of you chatted, easily falling into the comfortable conversations you always do. Fitting together like two peas in a pod. Even though neither of you were dressed up fancy anymore, it didn't feel like you had to be someone else, or dress up. Things were comfortable. Easy.

Pedro suggested a matching costume, which made you want to scream and pace through your living room. Unfortunately, due to your camera situation, pacing and screaming would surely cause some alarm. After dancing around things like pirates, ketchup/mustard, and movie characters, you finally had an idea and suggested Cinderella and her prince.

"It just feels kinda fitting you know? Nobody knows who I am, but I go out for once, I meet this prince, and he lets me have this fun night. But then at the end of the night, everything goes back to normal, and I'm unknown again."

Until he eventually can't stay away and they both fall in love and live happily ever after… but that's neither here nor there. Totally not my intention.. pffft…

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Should I send a carriage?" He joked with a wink, but you could tell he was a little bit serious. You couldn't help but feel like he would have reserved a carriage ride in a heartbeat had you said yes.

"Absolutely not. Way too big of a scene," you laughed. "In fact, I actually have work that day. Would it be possible for me to just meet you there after I get off work? I can just take an Uber across town. My work isn't too far from the party and I'm sure parking will be a mess."

Pedro agreed, although he felt bad you'd be taking a ride-share service alone and continued to offer a ride if you needed. He also felt a bit disappointed he wouldn't get to have any time alone with you beforehand, but he wasn't about to tell you that detail.

Either way, the two of you agreed on your plans, and as the days led up to the party, you grew more and more eager. You also felt more and more dread in the pit of your stomach.

But this will be good. It has to be. Right?

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The night of the party came quickly.

You got off work, took a quick shower, changed into your costume, did your hair, and added a little bit of makeup. The costume felt silly, but you kept telling yourself it was Halloween and everyone would be in costumes. Plus, you have a handsome prince waiting for you inside. As your mind and heart raced, the Uber driver pulled up to the curb, dropped you off, and you were met with a line to the entrance.

The line to the party was lengthy, filled mostly with eager fans, paparazzi, and journalists hoping to gain entry. Occasionally you'd see a celebrity pass by, but they were quickly ushered in once they were recognized.

You, however, were unknown by all. So you stood in line, surrounded by others who hoped desperately to meet their favorite celebrity. Not unlike yourself.

Having finally made it, you sent a quick text to Pedro. "Hey! I'm here :) sorry I'm late."

Your stomach twisted in knots. Sure, you were excited to meet Pedro. Especially with as much as the two of you have been talking over the past couple months now-

Geez, has it really been months?

But despite your connection, you still had that nagging self-conscious worry that he might not like you. Maybe he's just been talking with you to be nice, and the second you're together in person he won't give you the time of day. Maybe he will find you boring in real life. Maybe he will think you're ugly. Or weird. Or fat. Or -

"Next!" The bouncer at the door yelled after sending yet another hopeful fan away. Your stomach dropped and your mouth was dry.

"Hi, I-"

"NAME?" He barked, clearly done with this whole event.

"Well, actu-"

"Speak up princess, I can't hear ya when ya mumblin," the man said with a thick New York accent.

You cleared your throat. "Actually my name isn't on the list, I'm a guest of Pedro Pascal."

The man, towering over you, let out a bellowing laugh. "YEAH, I'm sure ya are, toots. You and every other woman in this joint."

"But I-"

"And trust me, I've turned away much prettier broads than the likes a' you at this doorway," he said while looking you up and down with an amused look as if he had just told the punchline at a comedy club.

Your heart sank. You always said things like that to yourself on the inside, but it wasn't often that people were that blunt to your face.

The man sneered while smacking his gum and arrogantly moving it to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. That gum. You wanted to punch him if you had to hear him smack it one more time.

"Back a' the line, kid. Y'ain't gettin' in here tonight, but I appreciate the self-confidence," he said, laughing at his own joke.

Disheartened, you didn't even care about meeting Pedro anymore. Your mood was dampened, your ego was hurt, and all you wanted to do was go home, get out of this stupid costume, and cry on your couch. With a short nod, you bit your lip to choke down the tears, turned, and headed towards the exit.

"Hey!!! There you are- wait where are you going?"

You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Pedro.

You turned around, swallowing down your emotions and putting on a fake smile, despite the wave of hurt and anxiety pooling in your stomach and chest. "Hey, Pedro! You found me."

Pedro smiled at the guard and snuck past, telling him "hey, she's with me." Fans in line squealed, which he greeted with a kind wave and charming smile. At last, he reached you and gestured for the two of you to head inside to the party. You gave a nod and a small, half-hearted smile.

You didn't want him to know how upset you were. Not only did you feel pathetic and slightly agree with the bouncer, but you also didn't want to ruin Pedro's night.

As the two of you entered the crowded party, you looked around at the decorations. Filled with purple and green lighting, the Halloween music blared and monsters danced the night away. A bowl of green punch sat on a table to the side, surrounded by bowls of candy and platters of snacks. An open bar was on the back wall, providing both normal booze, and Halloween themed drinks topped with gummy worms or syrup made to look like blood. To the right of the bar was a door to the large rooftop balcony which held tall, dark-green potted hedges, perfectly trimmed and shaped underneath rows of charming fairy lights. Beyond the shrubbery, the deck had several nice patio tables and chairs, a few people catching their breath outside or chatting, and a gorgeous view of the city below with the sparkling sky above.

Back inside and off to the right of the patio door, away from the dance floor, was a door which you assumed was the restroom, based on the long line of women.

"I'd like you to meet some people, if you feel up to it," Pedro yelled to be heard over the booming music from the dj.

"Okay!" You yelled back.

He led you over to a couple of people off to the side of the dance floor, one you recognized as his friend Sarah Paulson, who was dressed in a shimmery witch costume.

Pedro introduced the two of you. Sarah was very sweet, and while you talked music and acting, Pedro touched your shoulder and spoke into your ear to avoid yelling. "I'm going to grab a drink, can I get you anything?"

"I'll just take a soda, thanks!" Although some alcohol might help your nerves, you wanted to maintain a clear head and maybe not do or say something to Pedro that you might regret.

"You got it," he replied, turning on his heel towards the bar.

Once he had left, Sarah gave you a look.

"What?" you laughed.

"You know, he talks about you all the time. I know you already love some other guy based on that hit song of yours, but I gotta say I think he might be smitten with you."

"Oh please, no he isn't. We're just friends!" You smiled at the idea, but inside, you kept hearing the bouncer's words on repeat. There's no way Pedro could have feelings for you. Even if you wanted him to have those feelings more than anything, it couldn't be.

"Whatever you say," she said with a smirk.

A pause before she added "just… don't hurt him. I know you love someone else, but he's a good guy," she pleaded, letting her protective side show.

On his way back from the bar, Pedro ran into Oscar, whom he tagged up with and headed back to your small group. "This is my friend Oscar," said Pedro, introducing you to Oscar as his friend.

Friend. Remember that. Friend. That's all. All you'll ever be.

"Nice to meet you Oscar!" You gave him a cherry smile.

"Nice to finally meet the woman of the hour! Pedro here just won't shut up about you," he said with a smirk, looking at Pedro mischievously. Pedro blushed and looked into his drink cup, taking a sip while trying to hide himself.

"Yep! It's always 'she said this, she said that, can you believe she can do that? She's so smart, funny, sweet…' yada yada yada," he said, smirking again and taking a side glance at Pedro, who choked on his soda. "Shut. Up. Oscar." He quietly threatened through clenched teeth. But despite his quiet tone and a loud party, you heard him.

I mean, I say kind things about my friends that way sometimes. It's nice he's so appreciative of his friends. Because that's what I am. A friend.

Sarah chimes in. "That's what I was telling her! But she claims they're just friends," she air-quotes around the words 'just friends.'

Pedro's heart sank. He knew deep down that's all you were to him, but hearing it second-hand from you still hurt. Just friends… he thought.

"Yeah right," Oscar rolled his eyes, talking to Sarah as if the two of you weren't standing literally right next to them.

"Believe what you want Oscar, but it's true," Pedro answered with a shrug.

Now it was your turn to feel heartbroken. Just friends… you thought.

You cleared your throat, "anyway, I'm going to go get another soda. Can I get anyone anything?" They all answered no, and you headed for the bar.

Deep in your thoughts, you walked over to the bar when a woman slammed into you. She spilled her red, bloody Halloween cocktail drink all down the front of your costume. "Watch where you're going, fat bitch," said the woman, appropriately dressed in a devil costume, her skin-tight red dress barely covering her ass and breasts.

You sighed. At this point you decided to skip the refill and head toward the bathroom to clean up your now wet front. You looked back to see the devil herself headed right towards Pedro's direction. Typical, you thought with an eye roll. She wants him and is mad I was talking to him.

You turned away from that scene and reached the line to the bathroom. It was lengthy, but luckily it was moving fast. Once inside, you finally could let your emotions out a little bit. You wanted to put on a brave face for Pedro and not ruin his evening, but ever since the bouncer made his comments, you couldn't get them out of your head. And now with that woman spilling her drink on you, you had another reason to be upset. You felt undeserving to be here to begin with, and their comments really solidified the imposter syndrome.

Despite wanting so desperately to see Pedro in the flesh, you hadn't even been able to really make eye contact all evening. Your nerves about meeting him were still there, but now you were just upset about the whole night. Even though you wanted to look at him, really see him, you felt like you didn't deserve it; and your nerves warned you not to look or else he'd figure you out.

If he realizes I like him, it's game over. It'll be like that guy I liked before. He'll eventually say it's weird. Weird for me to have a crush on him, weird for me to touch him, weird for the two of us to talk about relationships or sex. It's 'weird' with you.

You really started to hate that word; weird.

Perhaps you were destined to be a single hermit forever. Or maybe just become a nun.

Cleaned up and having let enough tears out for a couple more hours, at least until you could go home and really cry, you walked out of the bathroom. Heading back toward Pedro, you saw a tall, thin, beautiful woman wearing a tight black dress with a slit down the thigh and skeleton makeup on her face.

The woman was standing close to Pedro when you saw her touch his bicep. Slowly running her hand down his forearm, she batted her eyelashes and twirled her hair with her other hand. She said something to him you couldn't hear, but the two of them began to smile, Pedro's eyes growing wide with his grin. He said something to her and they both laughed, him throwing his upper half forward in a classic Pedro laugh.

That's it. I can't do it. I can't be here and see this.

Turning on your heel, you made for the patio door. The crisp air hit your face, urging the tears to fall immediately.

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Pedro laughed as the woman, Tricia, held up both hands in defense. "I SWEAR, Pedro. That's what she did. She touched my arm like that, twirled her hair, batted her eyelashes, and said "hey baby. Come here often?"

Pedro laughed, "oh man, that's so cheesy."

"I know!" Tricia laughed, holding her stomach.

Pedro raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you agree it's cheesy, yet I feel like every time I've seen you two together tonight, you're the one that can't keep your hands off of her," he stated with a sassy smirk.

"Alright, you caught me," Tricia replied with a laugh, right as her girlfriend Sam walked up in a matching skeleton costume. Sam handed Tricia a cup of purple liquid and asked what they were laughing about.

"I asked how you two got together," Pedro replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, gosh, I can only imagine how she's spun the story this time!" Sam replied with an eye roll and a quick kiss to Tricia's lips. Seeing the two love-birds kiss made Pedro long to experience that with you.

Where did she go? There's no way she's still getting a drink.

He excused himself and headed towards the bar, but you weren't there. Then he walked towards the bathroom to check the line. Nope.

Finally he looked to the left and saw you, leaning against the balcony which overlooked the city.

He pulled the sliding door open, slipping outside into the cool October night. The patio was mostly empty, apart from a few stragglers on the far side of the rooftop, sitting at the patio furniture underneath a heat lamp. Most of the guests had gone inside when the temperature began to dip. He walked towards you, saying your name to gain your attention, but you didn't turn. Too deep in your thoughts.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone?" He touched your shoulder gently.

Startled, you tried to quietly sniffle and wipe your wet eyes without him noticing, careful to avoid smudging your mascara.

You turned to face him, planting another fake smile on your face. "Yeah I'm fine, just needed some air, that's all. You?"

"I can tell you're not okay. What's wrong?" He frowned, stepping closer to you and eyeing the red stain on your dress. Confusion laced across his face.

You stepped back a half-step away from his touch. "It's nothing, it just seems it isn't my night I guess… but you look like you're having fun. Get back in there and dance with Sarah and Oscar," you said with a gentle smile. "I think I might head out. Skipper is probably wondering where I am, anyway."

"I'm sorry you're not having a good time. Let me at least give you a ride home," he pleaded with his brown eyes. This was the first time all night you had actually made eye contact with him, finally seeing just how handsome he really was in person.

Yeah. There's no way he'd go for me. That's for sure.

"No, no please, you stay, I'll just get an Uber. It's fine! Thank you for inviting me tonight though, Pedro. That was really sweet of you."

"I'm not letting you take an Uber home when I'm right here."

"No, dont. I don't want you to miss the party…" you added.

"I've partied enough tonight. Come on, I'm taking you home. No arguments," he pressed, puppy dog eyes unwavering in his demand.

Seriously this man could get away with murder the way he looks with those eyes.

"Okay. Fine, if you really don't mind," you finally agreed, not that it was even an option.

He gave a quick explanation to his friends with a brief wave before the two of you headed out the front door. You scowled at the guard as you walked past.

Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.

After receiving his car from the valet, Pedro pulled open the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb inside.

Nobody has ever opened the car door for me before, other than my dad.

What a gentleman...

Just because you were upset didn't mean you weren't zapped with a feeling of adrenaline and love at his chivalrous action. Whoever ends up with him is a lucky person.

You climbed in the passenger seat and he went around the car, entering the driver's side.

Not only did you feel like you ruined the party, but you worry you may have ruined your shot altogether. Why would Pedro want you after you didn't even talk to him your first night out together?

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*Pedro's POV*

As he climbed into his seat, buckling up and starting the ignition, he couldn't help but wonder where the night went wrong.

Did I say something to offend her?

He began to replay all the conversations you'd had tonight, trying to figure out when your sadness began and what could have caused it.

The party conversations? The texts? The phone calls?

Nothing came to mind, which worried him even more that he could be so ignorant to have said something hurtful without realizing.

Pedro looked over at you in his passenger seat. You were curled toward the side, arms scrunched toward your body and looking out the window. Silent. Just the occasional sound of a sniffle, or a road direction for him to take toward your house.

He wanted so badly to reach over and touch you. Hold your hand and rub his thumb over your fingers to comfort you in any way possible while driving. Then, he'd pull you into his arms the second you two got out of the car.

But he knew he couldn't. You weren't his to hold.

Was her crush at the party too? Could he have hurt her somehow?

He felt anger flare into his system at whatever could have made you cry. You deserved the world and he wished he could spend every day trying to prove it to you.

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*Back to your perspective*

About 20 minutes later, you quietly said "this is me."

Pedro put the car in park, and told you to wait. Confused, you sat, but he ran around the car and opened the door for you.

What. The. Hell. Is he real?

You stood from the car, fluffing down your ruined princess dress. "Thank you Pedro. You really didn't have to give me a ride, I feel bad you went out of your way. I'm sorry if I ruined your night."

"Hey, whoa, don't apologize. There's no way you ruined my night, and don't worry about the ride. I feel better knowing you made it home safely from me than some taxi service," Pedro placed his hand on his heart.

"Well, thank you either way. It was nice getting to finally meet you in person…"

"It was nice meeting you too," he shifted his weight, awkwardly wondering how to proceed.

"You should go. Get back to your party before you miss anything else! I'm sure Oscar and Sarah miss you," you prompted.

"Oh, I'm not going back. I'll just call it a night and head home. It's not as fun without my date, anyway." He smirked, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was flirting with you. Probably just being nice.

"You aren't going back??"

"Nah, I'm good. But…" he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

"What?" You felt nervous.

"Can I ask why you're so upset? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's just… if I did something or said something to upset you… I'm so sorry," he said, and you could actually feel the genuine sadness in his voice.

"Oh, Pedro. No. You did nothing wrong. It's just," you sighed. "Do you want to come in?"

You worried about asking and seeming too forward, but now that it's out there it can't be taken back.

Friends go over to other friend's houses. It's totally fine and normal.

"I, uh, sure," Pedro stumbled over his words. "I'd love to. If you don't mind." He seemed nervous and a little surprised at your invitation.

You unlocked your door and the two of you entered. Instantly, you were greeted by your boy, who was all too happy to have a new friend. His tail wagged, smacking against nearby surfaces.

Pedro's face lit up instantly, and he crouched down to Skip's level. Letting Skipper get a good sniff, you heard Pedro gently coo to your dog. "Hi buddy!! I'm Pedro. I've heard so much about you." He scratched behind his ears.

Your heart swelled. Here they were, two of your favorite boys, bonding like old friends.

Pedro stood up again, giving a final scratch to Skipper's head before turning to you. "So, do you want to talk about it? What happened tonight?"

You ushered him to the kitchen table, asking him if he would like a drink. "Sure, thanks. Just water, please."

You poured two glasses of water and sat at the table near him, finally delving into the events of the evening. You told him about the bouncer and the woman with her drink. "I also saw that one girl talking to you and being really touchy and flirty and I felt like I was intruding."

I was also really fucking jealous…

"Wait, what girl?"

He repeated the evening's events through his mind. He wasn't flirting or being touchy? Who were you - Oh. Tricia, when she was describing Sam. Were you jealous of her? He allowed his mind to wonder, slightly hopeful that you might want more.

"I guess I just… I don't really feel like I fit in here. I don't look like I fit in here. I don't act like I fit in here. I honestly don't even know why you're as nice to me as you are. I wonder why you want to be my friend. Not that I'm not happy about it, because I am, but-"

He cut off your ramblings. "Whoa, whoa, hey. Sweetheart. You belong here. People just don't know you yet. That bouncer was totally out of line and a complete asshole. That woman, who spilled her drink on you, was rude, offensive, and nasty; and I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Especially towards those I care about. The second she came over, I could tell she was a snake. I didn't give her the time of day. And lastly, the girl you saw being touchy was my friend Tricia. She was describing how her girlfriend picked her up in a bar," he laughed.

"Oh," you listened to his words, still not making eye contact, looking at your hands on the table.

"And as for you," he prompted, "I'm nice to you because you deserve it. You're sweet and funny, and I'm so thankful to have met you. I talk to you because I like talking to you. I enjoy spending time with you, whether it's on the phone, or, even better, when I get to see your face. Although I have to say I hate to see it crying." He brushed away a tear from your cheek, and you gave a small laugh, wiping the rest of your face.

"Thanks Pedro. I'm sorry if I brought down your night. I just really wanted tonight to be special, and it felt like my carriage turned back into a pumpkin before I even started." You gave another defeated laugh.

"You didn't ruin my night. If anything I'm just disappointed you didn't say anything, so I could help cheer you up or we could go do something else." He paused, brushing your hair from your eyes. "By the way, I never did get to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, princesa."

Your cheeks heated under his gaze. "T-thanks Pedro. You look pretty handsome there, yourself," you answered nervously. It was the first time you had truly looked at him all night, and he was more beautiful than you ever could have imagined. Even pictures didn't do him justice. Dressed in a white suit with golden epaulets and golden buttons on the jacket, he was the most charming prince you'd ever seen.

Pedro rubbed his neck. "Thank you." He smiled. "But, hey, just because the night didn't go your way doesn't mean we can't turn it around."

You smirked. "That's true. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Because if so, I think I might change out of this costume real quick," you began to stand.

"Whoa, not so fast princesa," he grabbed your arm.

You turned and gave him a confused look.

"Not before I share a dance with you in that dress. I've been waiting all night," he held out his hand.

"Really?" The grin on your face lit up, and you pulled him towards your music room where you stored your records.

"Wow. This is amazing. You have so many records and instruments in here! Is this where you write your music, too?"

"Yep! Here's where the magic happens," you answered with a laugh, pulling out an old record filled with slow love songs of the 50's and 60's. You placed the needle on the record, hearing a soft crackle as it began to play.

Pedro pulled you into his chest, grabbing your right hand with his left and gently placing his right hand on your waist. You slid your left hand up to his shoulder and smiled up at him as the two of you gently swayed to the music.

One song turned into two. Then three, and finally four; the two of you holding each other, silent except for the soft music turning from your record player on the desk. At some point you took the risk and decided to rest your face on his chest while the two of you swayed. His head rested on top of yours, both of you breathing softly, eyes closed, with you listening to the rhythmic drumming of his heart in his chest.

The record crackled with the end of the first side and the two of you looked at each other. You didn't miss the quick glance he stole from your eyes down to your lips, and you began to slowly lean closer.

Is this it?! Am I finally going to have my first kiss?!

You continued leaning closer, both his and your eyes gently closing. You could feel his breath fanning across your nose when-

Clunk clunk clunk. Pant pant. Whine.

You and Pedro opened your eyes, confusion painting your expressions as you turned your faces away from each other towards the sound. Still held in each other's arms, you peeled your eyes away from each other to see Skipper looking at you both with a big doggy grin on his face. His tail smacked the table with a thump thump, and he let out soft little whines and coos for attention.

The two of you laughed, the moment over, as you both kneeled down to give pets while Skip wedged between the two of you. Although you were disappointed the kiss was interrupted, you can't be mad at such a cute face. Still scratching your dog, you looked across to Pedro on the other side of Skipper. The two of you shared a soft look and smile, filled with so many unsaid words and feelings.

"So, uh.. how about that movie?" Pedro asked, still smiling.

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You changed out of your princess costume into a comfier movie watching outfit and he changed out of his prince costume. He had some clothes in his car, which he changed into, looking handsome as ever. He wore a navy blue sweater with jeans, both fitting him perfectly. The two of you settled on your couch and turned on a movie. Although you sat next to each other, you kept a friendly distance, neither of you wanting to push the other too far.

As the movie rolled on, you had a hard time focusing on the plot with him so close. He looked so cozy and soft, you just wanted to climb in his lap. You wanted him to hold your hand. You wanted to finish that kiss. He smelled nice, he looked nice, and you wanted him more than anything else in this world.

Without realizing it, you gravitated closer. Your body inched toward him, and without him realizing it, he inched closer as well. It wasn't long until your leg was brushed against his. Just the slight touch of his leg on yours was enough to send an electric feeling pulsing through your body. The tension was as tight as an electrical cable, slowly fraying until it eventually snaps into sparks.

Pedro's fingers twitched at his side, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Your eyes kept sneakily darting over to him, his doing the same at opposite times. Your hearts were racing, breathing quick and shallow. The movie finally ended, neither of you able to tell someone the storyline if asked.

You nervously turned towards Pedro, rubbing the back of your neck. "So that was some movie…"

"Yeah, that ending… it was-" his eyes darted to your lips. "Something." He looked into your eyes, hand settling on your thigh as the two of you once again began to lean in closer. You had just shut your eyes, noses brushing together, when he pulled away.

What the heeeeeeeellllll??? Whyyyy!?

You couldn't help but let out a whimper as you opened your eyes after the second failed kiss of the evening.

Pedro sat with his elbows on his lap, holding his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry…"

"What? Pedro? Why are you sorry? What's wrong? Did I - did I do something wrong?"

Do I smell bad? Does he not like me? Was this some sick joke?

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I let my feelings get in the way, and I shouldn't have done that. You're in love with someone else. I can't steal your first kiss. You deserve to have it with the man you really love."

"Pedro-" you tried to pry his hand from his face.

"No. I'm sorry if I ruined things. I should probably leave-" he began to stand up, but you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back down.

"Stop. Pedro," you begged.

He sat back down, looking into your eyes guiltily.

You continued. "Please don't apologize. I wanted you to kiss me…"

"But that guy in your song. You deserve to be with him. I've been letting my feelings take over and stealing all your time away on the phone and text, video chat, and now in person. I almost stole your first kiss from you twice tonight and-" he rambled on, once again throwing his hands over his face before you interrupted him again.

"Pedro.." you pulled his hand away from his face, leaving yours to hold his cheek instead, but he still avoided your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you figured it was time to take the plunge.

"It's you, Pedro."

His eyes glanced up to yours. "What?"

"It's you. It's always been you. You're the one I like."

"Wait, so you mean-"

"Yes. The songs, the interviews, our chats… I've been talking about you this whole time. I really, really, like you."

Pedro gave a gentle smile, leaning his face into your hand. "I like you too, baby," he whispered.

His hand moved from his cheek to yours and the two of you leaned in. Closing your eyes, you brushed your noses together before you whispered "please kiss me.

You could feel a soft smile as he pressed his lips to yours, first gentle and soft, then stronger and more desperate. Although the kiss was still very tame, you could both feel all the emotions you've been harboring for each other for so long.

Breathless, the two of you pulled back, falling into a gentle laughter. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that kiss," you spoke softly, wanting to keep the words as quiet as possible, heard only within the tiny bubble you currently shared.

"Me too," he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"I think you were worth the wait," you pecked his lips.

"I think you were too," he rested his head on your forehead with his hand on your neck, lightly stroking over your hair.

"I like you." You giggled.

"I like you too." He grinned. "But, you know, if I remember correctly, 'like' wasn't the word you used in your song…" he teased.

Your stomach flipped. "I don't want to scare you off too soon, P."

"You won't, sweetheart. You couldn't if you tried. I feel the same way." He kissed your forehead.

You looked at him, and feeling slightly nervous, yet calmed by his deep brown eyes, you told him those important words that have been spilling from your chest in silence.

"I love you Pedro."

"I love you too," he grabbed your face, once again pressing a kiss to your lips, this one much deeper than the others, before pulling you into his arms. The two of you were finally together. Finally you had love. All the things you wanted were coming true.

Turns out you got your happily ever after tonight after all.

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To be continued...

That's all for now! I hope you liked this chapter. I've received a lot of kind messages and DMs saying how much you guys relate to the reader and I just want to say thank you. It really means a lot to me that people are finding something to relate to. I'm essentially just using this fic as my diary, because she is pretty much just me. So to see others feeling the same way, it makes my heart so full! I send hugs to all of you.

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sooghostwriter · 2 years

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Third Name

Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre/Type: Mature, Romance, Royalty/ Dictatorship AU, Action, Time jumps. Multichapter.

Word count: 3855 words.

Notes: The story takes place in a made up country. We start at one point of the story and then go back in time the moment they met and how their relationship develops. Later, we will go back to the present and see how the story keeps moving. We get to read parts of Kyung Soo’s diary to locate us in time.

Summary: Anna has a plan for her own freedom. Prince Kyung Soo has one for the nation. She thinks she is meeting her enemy, he just wants to meet her. When the revolution begins he will need her help to claim their freedom.

PS: I block empty blogs.

Chapter 9

He learned that he had to keep quiet when he was up.

He learned it the hard way.

Waking up screaming and asking for help always resulted in a nurse getting inside the room and injecting him with a thick liquid that burned his veins. After that, he was always out until the next day, or maybe more, he didn’t know how fast time was moving.

Whenever he opened his eyes, his head hurt, as if his brain was too big for his skull, it felt as if his eyes were trying to pop out of his sockets and his blood was trying to escape through his ears. Everything felt wrong with his body. His back felt swollen and moving his arms and legs was a struggle. His stomach hurt and his throat was dry, whenever he spoke it hurt.

He felt trapped.

But didn’t know where he could escape.

He recognized his bedroom. He knew he was in the castle. But he didn’t know who the people visiting him were. Some of them felt familiar, but he couldn’t name any of those faces.

But when he tried to think about who could help him, he found himself alone. No face or name popped into his head.

Getting over what she saw in Kyung Soo’s bedroom was impossible. Although there was no need to do so. His desperation and her sadness did nothing but fuel the rage she felt. Rage that fed the need to bring Kyung Soo back as soon as possible.

But it was now clear that they needed a plan.

Chanyeol, Sehun and her.

In the beginning, Minseok told her that she would have to do this alone. It was easier to move around alone, she was already inside the castle and she knew the passages. Also, he was adamant about the fact that she would be able to bring his memory back.

But the panic attack she had in front of him and her friends after telling them what she saw probed them that she needed help and they had to be quick.

They had to kidnap him. That was obvious. Kyung Soo’s uncle was planning on killing him, not setting him free. And they didn’t know if he would regain consciousness anytime soon. So the possibilities of Kyung Soo leaving the castle voluntarily were few.

“If we have to gag him and tie him up so we can get him out of there, we will do it” That brought some laughs to the dark atmosphere of Minseok’s office. Despite all the love they had for their friend, she was sure they had some friendly vengeance feelings towards him.

They were able to come up with the base of a plan. There were still some details regarding intelligence they needed to investigate. Who were the people taking care of him? What was the specific venom they were using? Did his uncle have a schedule regarding Kyung Soo’s death and the theft of the throne?

But that was for later. Anna needed to rest now, and her friends insisted on it. She stayed in Kyung Soo’s room in the ex-parliament. She knew she would sleep better there. With his smell, his pictures, his diaries. They stayed with her until she was done eating. But before leaving they gave her a gift.

“Before being kicked out of the castle, we took several things from Kyung Soo’s room with us, his diaries, some books, letters, etc…I was looking through those things last night and I found this, he bragged about it a lot when you gave it to him, so I was able to recognize it as a priceless possession, he always kept it in his pocket, after you left he used to pin it on his undershirt…I told him once that he didn’t need to hide it, he could say that he bought it, or it was a gift from a family member, but he insisted on keeping it just for himself, he didn’t want anybody to see it our touch it…and I’m touching it now, I bet he would hate it, so you should keep it…and give it back to him when we get him back” Chanyeol’s voice broke at the end and as he spoke his eyes shone welling up with tears.

He handed her Kyung Soo’s locket with the dried flowers inside. The one and only gift she gave him. And as she suspected, he had kept it as a dear treasure. Anna held it between her hands, feeling it heavy and warm.

She went to sleep holding the locket tightly. That night, she dreamed with Kyung Soo. It was a calm dream. He was walking around the greenhouse taking care of the plants and flowers as she looked at him from the balcony. He would look up at her and wave or just smile. She tried to climb down the stairs to go and hug him, but there were no stairs. She still felt calm since Kyung Soo kept smiling at her, with no signs of worry.

She woke up feeling rested, terribly worried and sad, but at least she felt rested. Since it was a weekend, she planned on staying at Kyung Soo’s bed for a couple of hours, but Chanyeol knocked on her door offering something better.

“Let’s have breakfast and then Sehun and I are going to teach you how to make a Molotov bomb, you are going to need it at some point” She jumped out of bed and got into the shower. As a new member of the clan, she needed to know the basics.

On Monday night after classes, Anna got into the passages and went to visit Kyung Soo. She did the same on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. She climbed the stairs and stood outside the bathroom vent until her legs and arms got tired. She didn’t try to get inside, she didn’t even open the vent. She just listened to the noises that came from the room. During those five nights, and for the one or two hours she spent there Kyung Soo seemed at peace. He was asleep, apparently, and whenever the nurse came to check on him, she stayed there for no more than a minute and then left.

For two weeks Anna stayed the night at the university waiting for midnight so she could walk the passages and visit Kyung Soo. Sort of, since she never got inside the room. She would climb the stairs and hold to the iron steps with one arm and then the other to avoid fatigue. Although she could never make it for more than two hours at least she felt at peace with the fact that during those two hours Kyung Soo was at peace sleeping. No screaming, no unfriendly visits. Only the nurse came once in a while to check on him.

It was Friday and she had promised Minseok that she would go to the Clan’s hideout. He was worried for her health and she appreciated the gesture, but she still needed to see Kyung Soo, so she went into the passage before sunset so she could leave before curfew.

She stretched her legs and arms and climbed the stairs slowly. Anna already had a couple of positions that allowed her to be as comfortable as she could. Although her arms and legs refused to collaborate for more than two hours.

It was a bit past five. Some spots of sunlight were illuminating his bedroom, and maybe because of the time of the day he wasn't fully lying down. His upper body was lifted enough that she could see his forehead. She tried to see more by climbing the stairs a bit higher, but it was impossible. At least she was seeing more than his shape under the covers.

Anna heard some noise outside his room so she hid in the shadows just in case and paid attention to what they did and said.

She couldn’t see who came in, but there was no noise that indicated that they were hurting him. She waited for the thud of the closing door to come back to her previous position. Kyung Soo was still there, in the same spot, although the sun was dissipating from his room. Anna promised herself that she would stay there for five more minutes, but she kept breaking that promise. It was the third time she broke her promise when she noticed movement on Kyung Soo’s bed. She glued her eyes on him, trying to confirm if she was imagining it or if in fact, Kyung Soo was moving his arms, uncovering himself. After blinking and focusing her eyes she confirmed that Kyung Soo was moving, not only uncovering himself but also sitting on his bed, flexing his legs and stretching his arms. He rubbed his eyes and massaged the sides of his head.

Anna’s heart was trying to escape her ribcage just as she wanted to break that vent and dash to Kyung Soo’s side. As her mind was imagining the scene where she could finally touch him, Kyung Soo raised his eyes and stared directly at her. She knew he was just focusing his eyes, and they just happened to focus on a random place in his bathroom. But his deep eyes made her feel as if he was staring at her, trying to reach her, talk to her. She stayed still, holding his stare, trying to communicate something. Call him, make him stand up, and go to her, so she could grab him by the arms and pull him into the passages. Her hand reached for the vent, but loud voices outside Kyung Soo's room stopped her and she saw with sadness how Kyung Soo went back to his previous position.

She couldn't see him anymore.

Kyung Soo heard the now familiar noise as soon as he opened his eyes. It was the first time he could hear it during the day. It was a breathing noise, or at least it had the same rhythm. It was really quiet, he could only register it because, in the sepulchral silence of his room, a needle falling into the wooden floor could wake up a sleeping baby. Sometimes there were soft grunts, sometimes sobbings, but most of the time it was breathing. And it always came from the open door of the bathroom.

He was too old to believe in ghosts, but he couldn't find a better explanation. Maybe it was the ghosts of his parents visiting. It was hard to remember their faces, but he knew they existed once, and now they were gone. At least that's what he heard from his uncle. He didn't know who else was killed by him, because he didn't know who he should be missing.

He kept staring into the dark bathroom, focusing on the noise. It was there, slower than before, softer. But it was there. He was sure about it.

Or it could just be the headaches frying his brain.

Anna told her friends about Kyung Soo as soon as they met. They all looked relieved.

"That could mean that the poison they are using is not affecting him as it should, or they stopped using it and he is recovering," Minseok told them, rubbing his temples.

"What makes you say that?" She asked him.

"The poison used for this not only makes you lose your memory, but it also leaves you unconscious, the dosage must be exact, if it's too little you are not going to get the results you expect, if it's too much, they could die, if he woke up it's because the dose they are using is not enough to leave him unconscious… now, maybe afraid that they could kill him, they stopped poisoning him thinking that the damage is already done…maybe he is recovering now, I'm just trying to find some hope, it's hard to predict the effect of those drugs, the results over history had always been different from victim to victim, so we can't know for sure, but the fact that he was awake and calm it's really good, thanks for going and check on him Anna" Minseok grabbed her hand between his and bowed. Sehun and Chanyeol patted her shoulders, joining their friend in his gratitude.

"You guys don't need to thank me, this is my duty now, but I can't keep waiting, I can't just go and look at him, I need to start moving" The three of them stared at her alarmed.

"Doing anything now could be too risky Anna" Chanyeol warned her.

"Not if I plan it thoroughly" They agreed with her, although the worry was still there. And she could only feel thankful, but they weren't going to stop her.

She dedicated a week to planning her next move. There were several things to take into consideration, although in the end everything was reduced to time. Anna had to find the right time to visit Kyung Soo. Not only to spy on him from the passages. This time she was planning on getting inside his room. Not to take him with her, but this visit was the first one. After this visit, she would be able to come up with a better plan to take him out of there.

The best day to go was on Sundays, and the perfect time was around three in the morning. The nurse would go to bed around 1 am, leaving only one guard outside his room. But the shift of that week's nurse ended on Sundays at midnight and the new one arrived on Mondays at dawn, so she knew that she had at least five hours to go inside and see him without the fear of having a nurse barging in the room. Chanyeol gave him notes on what to check on Kyung Soo. The state of his skin, arms, and legs, if he answers to pain, and if his pupils reacted to the light.

"What if he wakes up?" She asked them.

"Then run and escape from where you came, hopefully, he is going to think that you were a ghost, you can't make direct contact with him just yet, if he doesn't know who you are he could start screaming, the guards get in and it's over" Sehun instructed her, trying to make her think straight.

"What if he recognizes me?" None of them could give her an answer.

Sometimes Kyung Soo felt like there was no gravity. His body was on earth, and the weight of it was almost painful, but his head was floating. It felt light, detached from his body. Almost like it wasn't there. Whenever he started focusing on that, the machine attached to his body began beeping loudly, bringing the now familiar nurse into the room, a syringe in his right arm ready to put him to sleep. He began panicking, shaking his head, and moving his body with such violence that he felt as if he was about to break some of his bones. He couldn't control his reaction. It was a primal need to protect himself. But the liquid from the syringe acted with speed. Soon he felt how his muscles went limp and his screams turned into low whimpers. The last thing he could see was the expressionless face of the nurse.

Anna saw the moment when the nurse came and drugged Kyung Soo after a crisis. It always hurt to see him like that, but at least now she was sure that he wouldn't wake up during her visit.

She waited for an hour before the nurse left, and after taking one deep breath, she opened the vent and slid into Kyung Soo’s bathroom.

She stayed still laying on the cold tile floor. Froze by the fear. If anyone got inside the room at that right second, she wouldn’t be able to run. Maybe hide with some luck. But her stillness allowed her to clearly hear Kyung Soo’s soft breathing. A sudden feeling of boldness took over. What’s the worst that could happen if they find her there? Go to jail? Then Minseok would have to move his connections to get her out. She knew that with each day he had more and more connections, one of them would have to help her.

She stood up slowly, cleaning her knees out of reflex and arranging her clothes. Before going out of the room, she checked her surroundings to avoid any stupid accident. She could collide with a table, drop something, make noise and bring the guards inside.

The floor was clear and she mapped a path from the bathroom door to Kyung Soo’s bed so as not to crush into any coffee table or chair. She even counted the steps. It took her ten long strides to reach the side of his bed and there he was.

The rush of emotions she felt by seeing him almost made her jump on him. Get under the cover and cuddle his sleeping body, just to feel him close again. Just to prove to herself that he was still here, alive, waiting for her, waiting for them. It made her so incredibly happy to see him alive, she could touch him and feel his warmth if she wanted, rest her lips on his forehead or just hold his hand. And she did that. Her hand slowly reached for his, caressing his skin with the tip of her fingers to then slowly wrap her warm hand around his. He didn’t respond, she expected that much, but she didn’t expect to find the warmth of his hand still there. He wasn’t cold, he didn’t look sick, maybe his skin was dry and lost its natural shine, but he didn’t look terribly bad.

Anna held his hand in silence for a long time. Fighting the tears and just focusing on feeling him. She sat on the bed and held his left hand between hers.

"Kyung Soo " She whispered his name once, finally breaking into tears. She drowned her cries on her arm, scared that her sobbing could alarm the guards. She allowed herself to cry for her partner. Seeing him alive was a relief, having him there close enough that she could touch him was everything she needed at the moment. But Anna needed to hear his voice, she wanted to hear his lovely laugh and his loving words.

She called his name again, cleaning her tears and clearing her voice.

“I keep calling your name whenever I can …just so you can be there, be part of my world, Kyung Soo, your majesty, love, all of them, I wish I could conjure you with them, I wanted to fill my mouth with your name …come back my love, please come back to me” He kept sleeping, she didn’t expect more.

But conveying her words to him lifted some weight from her chest. Maybe he could feel that she was there and that he wasn’t alone. Anna held his hand for about an hour. Caressing his cheeks and calling his name over and over. It was hard to leave him. But the loud coughing of the guard outside the door served as a reminder that she was still in danger. She kissed his forehead and hand and then left.

The next time she saw Minseok after visiting Kyung Soo, he asked her to share with him every single thing she saw. And she did, although she kept to herself her caresses and words. Minseok was relieved by the state of Kyung Soo but worried about Anna’s state. And as always, he had some warm and uplifting things to share with her.

“Anna, the love he had for you isn’t a memory, it’s so much more, it lives in his heart, skin, in his fingertips, it even became part of his personality, so don’t worry, he is going to feel it soon”

Thanks to his words she was able to sleep with some peace.

Although she kept dreaming with Kyung Soo. Some dreams and some nightmares.

Anna grew confident after her first meeting with him.

So a couple of weeks later she was back in his room. Same day, same time.

This time after sitting down with Kyung Soo and holding his hand for a while, she examined the room. She was thankful for Chanyeol and Sehun taking his diaries with him because Kyung Soo’s uncle had taken everything he owned with him. His clothes, books, paintings, medals, even some small trinkets he had from his childhood. It was probably his plan to rip Kyung Soo from every memory and sign of his own existence.

She was closing the doors of his wardrobe when she heard a quiet gasp behind her. She recognized it immediately.

Kyung Soo had woken up.

She turned around, and her first instinct was to come closer and calm him down, but she saw his eyes.

In his eyes there was no memory of her, it was clear. Kyung Soo had never given her such a cold and distant stare.

“Love” She whispered at him, but as his eyes went from coldness to terror, he began screaming, leaving her with no choice but to run away.

She heard the guards getting in as she dove into the bathroom vent, climbing down the stairs as fast as she could.

It wasn’t fear that made him scream like that.

He noticed how his sight had gotten worst so he was used to not being able to recognize faces by now. If he had to describe the looks of the two nurses that took care of him, he could only say that there was a man and a woman and one was tall. The rest was a blur.

So when he woke up and saw the shape of a person moving around his room, he wasn’t surprised. They were looking for something maybe, he didn’t quite care. He was going to do what he always did, pretend that he was asleep until they left and then do some exercising.

He was closing his eyes when he got an intense pain in his lower back, so hurtful that it made him gasp. The person turned around and a soft scent reached his nose. A scent that some days ago filled the room after he woke up from a calm dream.

The person in front whispered something. A single word, ambiguous when said alone, and from an unknown mouth. But somehow it didn’t feel ambiguous, and that mouth didn’t feel unknown. That whisper was familiar, that word sounded like a name to him. That thought was followed by a sudden and sharp pain in the sides of his head. So hard and painful that he began grunting and screaming in pain. He closed his eyes and held his head to tame it down.

Then the nurse came in followed by the guards, they held him down as she injected him with something. The pain began to fade, so he looked around searching for the person he saw before. But it wasn’t there anymore.

TBC

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Die For A Night (One Shot)

So here’s the thing that was giving me absolute hell. Literally pictured all of this last night when I was just trying to tell myself a lil peaceful story whilst I tried to fall asleep and ended up being sad about it lmao. Tw for major character death, mentions of bullying, parental abuse, and mild suicidal thoughts. This is mostly Gecko x Eddie, but Dustin is towards the end even though I don’t write as him on this blog so yeah.

Tagging @solarsought because I told them about this and should feel the pain with me thanks.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to die?” The words leave Eddie’s lips before he can think of whether he should say them or not. There’s just something about sitting here in this grass field with the crickets chirping, the stars shining over him, and the sensation of Gecko’s fingertips barely touching his own that makes him feel safe. At this moment, he could speak all his deep and dark secrets, and, for once, he wouldn’t be afraid of what the answer back would be. The fingertips not touching Eddie’s held a cigarette. The soft sizzle of tobacco burning and the smell that lingered over Eddie’s nose only comforted him more. Despite the spoken sad thought, Eddie can’t help but feel like he’s found a home. Still, it’s no surprise that Gecko finds himself inhaling too quickly due to the shocking nature of the question. The bit of skin that had been touching was no longer there, leaving Eddie feeling a little more empty than he had felt a few seconds previous. Gecko’s fist met his inked chest to try to clear the air in his lungs and windpipes, but without much success.

“I mean, not for forever, but like .. for a night.” Eddie tried to explain as Gecko composed himself. Gecko put the cigarette out in the dirt. The smoke swirled around the cigarette and disappeared up into the air. His eyes had watered from the coughing, and the tears that came from them were a deep black from the eyeliner Gecko was wearing. Part of Eddie wanted to reach out and wipe at them, but the other part of him felt afraid of crossing boundaries. Too many times he’d found himself getting comfortable only to fuck it all up again. He couldn’t fuck this up. Not again.

“Sorry. You just … really threw me for a loop there.” Gecko apologized, getting the last few coughs out before turning his head to spit in the grass. Not exactly the most attractive action, but Gecko didn’t care much about being perceived as attractive. “I … yeah. I’ve thought about that a lot actually.” He sniffled and put the cigarette into the pocket of his ripped jeans, “Like with my mom … and my siblings. Would they miss me? Would they even notice?” There’d been the rare phone call or two when he’d gone off to college, but that had been the first year. By the second, he’d felt like a ghost to his family. “Honestly, I think they’d be happier if I didn’t exist at all.” His tongue rolled along the inside of his cheek as he leaned back against the palm of his hands. Eddie’s own – adorned with rings – placed itself over Gecko’s hand.

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice was soft as he said it and his eyes filled with tears without his consent, “I’d notice. I’d miss you.” Eddie knows it’s true. He’d noticed the day Gecko had left Hawkins despite how reserved the boy had been in his high school days. The summer after Gecko’s graduation, he’d spent nearly every weekend in the local library and Eddie would see him. So many times he’d tried to befriend the reserved and shy boy at school. No one else had seemed to pay him any mind. He’d been slightly shorter and more frail-looking with glasses back then. He’d still be worthy of friendship in Eddie’s then just as he was now.

“You’re just saying that.” Gecko didn’t pull his hand away, but there was a bit of a bitter laugh in his tone. Gecko had stuck to his little bubble all of these years. Even when he started to make friends in college, it felt surface-level. It seemed like no one on this Earth understood him, but in the back of his mind was the memory of Eddie always trying. The invites to Hellfire Club that he could never go to because his mother said no. His head turned to look at Eddie and his eyes fell to his lips for the briefest of moments. Hawkins was a small town and with that came small closed minded ideas. Gecko wasn’t blind to what his father would say about people on the few family vacations they took to bigger cities. He hadn’t forgotten the way the man would always point out the outcast and say “this one doesn’t belong”. He’d always known he’d fit into that box his father tried to beat him out of, but at least he was gone now. That was one less person to be afraid of.

“I’m not! When you left Hawkin’s I-” Eddie stopped his sentence, but Gecko filled in the blanks. It was easy to with the way Eddie had so eagerly greeted him back once he realized who he was, but even before the realization, he’d been so kind. Gecko’s hand slowly flipped over underneath Eddie’s, fingers intertwining in a way that felt natural. He squeezed just slightly and it was enough for Eddie to know Gecko understood. There’s this wonder though as sometimes he feels like he’s looking at Gecko through window blinds or sheer sheets. He’s never getting the full picture of who Gecko is as a person. It doesn’t stop him from wanting to know.

“Shit. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” Eddie sighed and shook his head. He hadn’t regretted asking the question. He didn’t even regret almost spilling how he felt about Gecko to him. Gecko didn’t leave that kind of space in the air. It seemed like something the male simply wouldn’t allow to happen. He couldn’t feel judged or anything of the sort around Gecko. Maybe that was why he liked being around him so much.

“I’d miss you too if you died.” Gecko finally admitted, “Even if it was just for a night. I can’t speak for the rest of Hawkins, but there would at least be someone who would notice. Hope that counts for something.” His lip twitched and Eddie squeezed his hand back as well. Gecko knew that it meant Eddie understood too.

—

“Remember the conversation we had under the stars?” The words come out choked. The blood that pooled out of Eddie’s mouth didn’t ring as a good sign. Gecko’s eyes began raining with tears at the mere sight of it. Despite all the blood, Gecko held him, tilting him up slightly in hopes to stop him from choking more. Eddie winced, scarlet-coated fingers moved to grab a fistful of Gecko’s t-shirt.

“W-What?” Gecko’s mind couldn’t process this. He could hear Dustin calling out to them as he ran their way. He wasn’t going very fast as a limp kept him from going as fast as he needed. At least there were no more demobats, but Gecko knows that even if there had been, he would have still come running and Dustin would have too.

“When I asked you if you’d ever wondered what it was like to die,” Eddie explained as his lips trembled and his fingers twitched. Gecko could see his pupils starting to dilate and the panic set in. His free hand moved to try to help cover the wounds but there were so many. Why were there so fucking many? “Do you remember that night?”

“I do.” Gecko’s voice broke, “Eddie, please … you can’t leave me.” Eddie laughed, head lolling a bit before Dustin came into full view. The younger boy fell to his knees in front of them. His reaction was much the same as Gecko’s.

“Eddie! Eddie, no! You’re okay! We just gotta get you to a hospital!” Dustin said before he started to try to move Eddie. Gecko was frozen in place and Dustin gave him a seething look. “Help me! Help me get him up! We need to go!” The sound of Eddie choking again made Gecko grab a hold of him, stopping Dustin from moving him any further. It was hurting him.

“It’s okay, Dustin. I just … I need a second.” Eddie managed to say. He let out a long breath and Gecko squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a moment. There was some hope that if he opened them again, he would find this all to be a dream, but he knew he wasn’t that lucky.

“I…I didn’t run away this time.” Eddie said and Gecko could hear the smile in his voice, but he knew this conversation wasn’t for him. Still, those ringed fingers held onto his shirt and kept him there. Gecko knew Eddie wanted to say something to him still, but Gecko couldn’t fathom what it could be.

“No. No, you didn’t.” Dustin whimpered, sniffling as the realization hit. Eddie was going to die here in the upside down and there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing anyone could do about it. The devastation of losing the one person he looked up to began to rain down upon him in heavy waves. Would he ever recover from this loss?

“I thought … this year … was really going to be my year.” Eddie’s grip on Gecko’s shirt slowly began to loosen. Gecko’s hands reached up to cup it, holding it against his chest. “And it was, wasn’t it?” There was some indication in Eddie’s words. Even though he hadn’t graduated yet, it felt bigger than high school. This felt bigger than anything they could imagine right now.

“Eddie-” Dustin wanted to argue this. He wanted Eddie to get up and get the medical attention he needed. Dustin needed Eddie to be okay, but he wasn’t. He simply wasn’t.

“You’ve gotta take care of those kids in Hellfire now. Geck here is too old for school extracurriculars.” Eddie’s fingers twitched in Gecko’s grasp. “Promise me, Henderson.”

“I promise.”

“I love you, man.” Eddie paused, “Both of you.” Gecko’s eyes shot open at those words just in time to see the life leave Eddie’s eyes. Then there was the sensation of his hand going completely limp in his hold. He felt the whole world seem to cave around him. Dustin let out a scream, but all Gecko could hear was silence.

#idk what to tag this tbh #i've never posted a one shot on this account before #{ gecko ; one shot ;; }#i guess???#for now at least

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rainy-wallflower · 2 months

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I totally did not scroll through my entire blog twice in an attempt to ensure that I had actually posted all of the little stories about my guys noooooooooooooooooooooo

ANYWAY

here's the one about Alex that I TOTALLY didn't forget to post lol

Alex had gotten used to hospital rooms. Ever since he’d been alive, his father had been sick. No one would tell Alex what was going on with his father, but they all assured him he’d be fine, though he never seemed to get any better. Eventually, after going in and out of the hospital for a few years, they gave him a permanent room. At every chance he could get, the five year old convinced the family butler to drive him to the hospital so he could talk to his dad. He’d take his backpack after school and get his dad to sign things instead of his mother. The young boy could talk for hours about his friends at school, his assignments, and all sorts of other things he was learning. His father would sit back and listen to it all, interrupting only occasionally to ask a question, which Alex was happy to answer.

However, there were many visits where something would happen and a doctor or a nurse would rush in after a loud beeping sound pierced the room. Alex would watch in fear and they messed with his dad’s tubes and things before leaving once more with promises to check in regularly. The whole ordeal usually made Alex cry. He didn’t know how to identify it yet, but the fear of losing his dad always spiked in those moments. He’d run over to his dad’s bedside and climb in to cuddle next to the larger man, avoiding any tubes and wires if he could. His dad would always scoop him up and place the little boy on his lap, whispering assurances to him as the little boy listened to his father’s heartbeat, still going strong.

“It’s alright, my little mountain man,” he cooed, gently rocking the boy. “You have nothing to worry about. Your papa is a strong man,” he’d flex for the young boy, despite not having much muscle anymore, but it would still make Alex giggle through his tears. “I’ll make it through alright. And I have a lot of great people looking after me. They’re not going to let anything happen either.”

Alex was nearly six when it happened. The whole family was called to the hospital in an emergency. Upon arriving Alex noticed that the familiar beeping that he’d learned to associate with his father’s heartbeat was slower than normal. His breathing was shallow and instead of tubes in his nose he had a mask over his face to let him breathe. One by one, everyone was allowed in the room with him for some, possibly final, one on one time. When Alex was allowed to enter, his chest felt hollow and he stared at his father as fear clouded his mind. His father must have noticed because he smiled as gently as he could and patted the space next to him. Alex padded over and crawled into the bed, nestling himself up against his father’s chest as he had many times before.

“You know, Alex,” his dad started. “I’m a little glad to see you’re not crying.”

The young boy looked up in surprise. “Really? But…everyone’s acting like this is a really sad time. I-I’m sad too, but I just don’t feel like crying this time. I think I feel…empty,” Alex mumbled.

“That’s okay bud,” his dad assured him. “You don’t always have to cry when you’re upset.” A large hand started to pet Alex’s head and the young boy snuggled further into his father’s slow-rising chest. “Hey. I don’t know if anyone has told you, but they don’t think I’ll be around much longer,” he said sadly. “I’m going to miss you. You coming in here and telling me about your week were some of the best moments while I was here, mountain man.”

“Don’t say that,” Alex croaked. The hollow feeling in his chest expanded and suddenly it felt like a great cavern had opened inside of him. “You’re gonna make it. You’re strong and have a great team looking after you.” The man beneath him chuckled.

“That’s true.” There was a short pause before his father sighed. “Alex, look at me real quick.” The young boy pulled away to look up at his father and two pairs of identical green eyes met. The older man smiled gently and continued to run a hand through Alex’s hair. “I know that you’re going to do amazing things with your life, my son. The passion you have while talking about what you do at school is something I want you to carry with you your entire life. And, I hate to say it because I love your mother to death, but I know she’s going to want you to help with the family business when you’re old enough.” Alex made a face, causing his father to chuckle. “I know, I know. Not very exciting stuff, huh? But listen, she’s going to push for it until you agree. But if you don’t want to do it, then don’t agree, okay?

“You are your own person, and I would love nothing more than for you to go and do whatever you want to do when you’re grown up. That’s for you to decide. The world may throw a lot of things at you and try to keep you from your dreams, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t get to fight back. I call you my little mountain man for a reason, Alex. You’re so strong and I know that nothing can move you when you put your mind to it. Keep that in mind as you grow up, okay?”

“...Okay.” Alex searched his father’s eyes, looking for any sign that these wouldn’t be their last words together, but his father just smiled sadly.

“I love you, my son,” he murmured, as if it were a secret to share just between the two of them. “Even if I leave you, I promise I’ll watch over you however I can. Now, go send in your younger brothers. I’d like to see the two of them together, please.”

Not even a month later the family was dressed in black, tears quietly streaming down their faces as a coffin was gently dropped into the ground on a sunny afternoon, the type of day that he’d loved so much. Alex held onto his eldest sister’s sleeve, watching it through blurry vision. It wasn’t until they were out of sight from any visitors that all the siblings broke down with each other, screaming and crying into each other’s shoulders, allowing their true feelings out instead of keeping it in for any press that might have been present. Even the youngest ones were crying, even if they weren’t sure what for.

After that, their mother officially took over everything. She was given the law firm her husband had created on top of the business she’d been running. With the double workload she nearly disappeared from her childrens’ lives, save for one. She spent a lot of time with her eldest daughter, Azalea, but usually left the children in the care of her housestaff as she went about her day dealing with business.

_____

“Aleeeeeex!” The boy’s bedroom door burst open as his older sister, Terra, glared at him, her brown eyes narrowed in a stare that would make any person freeze in their tracks, but Alex was used to it by now. “How did you get a perfect score on your most recent math test?”

Alex frowned, unsure of why his sister was upset. “How do you even know about that? I didn’t show it to anyone but Lizzie.”

“She put it on the fridge!” Terra pouted. “We can all see it!”

“Oh,” Alex blushed a little, looking off to the side. “I didn’t know she would do that.”

“Uh huh,” Terra barged in, closing the door behind her and dropping a textbook on the floor. “Well, since you’re so good at math these days, teach me.” The younger boy slipped off his bed and looked at Terra’s textbook before making a face.

“I don’t know any of this!” He cried. “This is all big kid stuff! You know this more than I do. Go study on your own and you might actually pass your tests!”

“You’re the one who’s always saying that three years isn’t that big of a difference!” Terra said, crossing her arms. “Besides, if you’re in advanced math classes they’re probably teaching you this-”

“They’re teaching us stuff one grade up at most! I’m not learning about…long division,” he said, frowning at the textbook once more. “If you want to sit in here and study I can’t stop you, just be quiet and don’t expect me to help you.” Alex climbed back up on his bed, resuming reading the book he’d started before Terra barged in.

“Be quiet? Since when do you care about being quiet when people are studying?” Terra pouted, opening up her notebook.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex asked, his attention being pulled to his older sister again.

“I mean,” Terra huffed with a smirk on her face. “I can think of so many study sessions between me and Azalea where we couldn’t concentrate because you and Dimitry were running up and down the halls, giggling and screaming like there was nothing happening other than your playing. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when people are shrieking right outside your door?”

“Are you seriously complaining about kids playing?” Alex asked, incredulously. “Some of my teachers say that’s what kids are supposed to be doing. Wouldn’t you rather play than do your homework?”

“Of course I would,” Terra huffed, pushing her long, dark hair out of her face. “But mom wouldn’t allow it. You’ll see soon. Once you hit third grade she’ll really get on you about making sure your grades are good.” She glanced up at Alex before focusing on her textbook again. “Though I guess she doesn’t really have to worry about you, huh?”

“What happened to being quiet?” Alex asked, flopping back on his bed and putting his hands over his ears. “If you’re going to be so obsessed with what mom wants you to do, then shut up and start studying!”

Terra glared at him. “Consider it payback,” she spat. “You were so loud during my study sessions so I think I can be loud during my study sessions, even if I’m in your room. I mean, seriously, this is only a fraction of what Azalea had to go through. It got even worse once Parker could chase after you two. Childish laughter is super annoying when you have a tutor yelling at you for getting a single question wrong on your most recent test. I know Azalea hated it too. Like, what’s the point of running around, screaming and laughing when one day you’re going to have to throw it all aside and focus on something completely different? Did you know that mom took away all of my dolls once third grade started? I wasn’t allowed to have any because she wanted me to focus on my grades. And yet you three get to run around and play as if she won’t do the same to you! I wish I had a muzzle, or something. Anything to keep you from making noise because it’s just so-

A slam made the older girl pause. Alex had closed his book and fixed his older sister with a glare. “Gee. Thanks. That really helps a lot,” he said sarcastically. “Maybe we should get you a muzzle too. You whine and complain all the time about not getting your way. Yeah, it sucks that mom took away your toys, but you don’t have to be mad at your younger siblings because they aren’t doing what you’re doing yet. If we’re going to be suffering like you later, why don’t you help us instead of complaining about us?” The room fell silent for a moment before Alex sighed. “Get out of my room. I don’t want you studying in here anymore. Go to Azalea, she can probably help you.”

“Azalea’s with mom, I can’t just-”

“Get out of my room!” Alex shouted, launching himself out of bed to stand in front of his sister. “Stop bothering me and go study!”

The older girl scrambled back, reaching for her things before bolting out of the room. Alex sighed and climbed back into bed, finding his place in the book and continuing to read, ignoring the muffled sobs that came from down the hall.

The world may throw a lot of things at you and try to keep you from your dreams, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t get to fight back. I call you my little mountain man for a reason, Alex. His father’s words rang around his head as Alex tried to read the same page over and over. In the back of his mind he knew Terra would go screaming and crying to their mother and he’d get some sort of punishment for being rude, but he couldn’t seem to make himself care. It was only fair after what she said after all.

_____

Alex had always been a bit of a jokester. When his father was in the hospital, Alex was always excited to share any joke he’d learned, especially when his dad gave a genuine chuckle in response. Alex had tried the same trick a few times with his mother, but he learned very quickly that she was not a fan of humor. So as he grew up most of Alex’s jokes moved to his younger brothers, making the two laugh and giggle, especially after a harsh talking to from their mother.

When Alex met his current friend group he’d won them over with his charm and humor, even making the stone-faced Thorn full belly laugh a few times. Alex and Cameron became unstoppable with their schemes, playing pranks and making jokes that brought joy to Alex’s life like he hadn’t felt in…forever. It was a part of himself he could never show at home. The place had become like stone. Gone were the cries of children playing games and instead the occasional loud scolding from a tutor would fly through the air.

At fifteen Alex was starting high school while his oldest sister was beginning to shadow their mother at work, preparing to take over as CEO of their company, despite being only 20. Family dinners were tense as their mother went on and on about how wonderful Azalea was at her job and how she couldn’t wait for her children to follow in her footsteps, working for the company. Each time it happened, the siblings would share quiet glances amongst themselves, trying to alleviate some of the pressure they were feeling. Alex spent as much time with his younger brothers as possible when he was home, but even then, the feeling of suffocation never left them.

“Hey, what happened to all those jokes you used to make?” Dimitry asked one day as the two were doing homework in Alex’s room.

“What do you mean?” Alex asked, looking up from his homework. Dimitry shrugged and reached up to play with his hair, twirling a strand from his bands around his finger.

“It’s just that…when we were younger I feel like you’d always try to make Parker and me laugh. It was a constant, but now you’re just kinda…” he shrugged again, not meeting Alex’s eyes.

“Well,” Alex mused. “I guess I grew out of them,” he said. Dimitry smiled sadly and nodded.

“I miss them,” he said quietly.

“You could always come up with your own,” Alex suggested.

“I mean, yeah,” the younger boy said. “But it felt better when you did it. Like, I didn’t have to think about it and just feel. I almost can’t remember the last time I felt happy at something that wasn’t getting yelled at by my tutor for once.”

“Oh, yeah I get that.” The older boy shook his head. “I guess that’s kind of the reason I stopped. It’s hard to keep making jokes and smiling when the people around you aren’t receptive to it. If no one is going to laugh with you, then what’s the point?”

Dimitry huffed out a dry laugh and flopped back to lay on the floor. “I don’t think you realize how much that makes you fit in here. It’s like you’ve found how to put yourself into mom’s vision and therefore aren’t…” he sighed and raised his hands as he struggled with his words. “You seem so confident with your place in this family.” He decided on. “Like, I don’t want to join the family business or become a lawyer or something like that, but I can’t tell anyone that. Not to mention I’m second to youngest, so I feel like there’s less pressure for me to follow mom’s plans, but at the same time it’s expected that I follow along, ya know?”

“I can see that,” Alex agreed, also setting his work aside. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think I’ll be joining the family business when I graduate. That’s still a few years away, but I’m already making plans. I have some colleges in mind and I have some friends who I want to ‘run away’ with, I guess. We’ve been dealt a shitty hand, but we don’t have to play the game, ya know?”

Dimitry just huffed out a laugh and sat up. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so confident in what you say and do these days and it’s just enhanced by the way you’ve stopped joking around and trying to be the funny guy.”

“Oh,” Alex frowned, glancing at all the work spread out on the table between them. “I guess…I didn’t realize I was doing that. It just came naturally. I don’t want to stop being the funny guy. I remember that dad really liked it when I would joke to him while he was in the hospital, so I kept doing it. Eventually it was obvious that everyone here at home didn’t appreciate it in the same way.” He met Dimitry’s eyes with a small smile. “However, I do have friends at school who I can be a bit more open with. Mother’s not breathing down our necks there so it’s a chance to explore who I really want to be and who I am without any pressure or watching eyes.”

“Seriously?” Dimitry asked, a bit of awe in his voice.

“Seriously.” Alex responded. “You have a couple years yet, but you can start now. Middle school is weird, but it's mostly everyone trying new things and finding who they are while school gets harder.” Alex stood up and moved around the table, placing a hand on Dimitry’s shoulder. “You don’t have to fit yourself into mother’s box of what she wants her family to be. I absolutely refuse to, and you can as well. I’ll be there for you no matter what, Dimitry, so if you need help with anything you can ask me and I’ll help you.”

Dimitry surged forward and pulled his brother into a hug. Alex sat stunned for a moment before wrapping his arms around his younger brother and pulled him even closer.

_____

A few years later, Alex found himself shadowing his eldest sister at her job, interning at the family business. He sighed inwardly as another meeting ran long as potential clients continued to ask actually great questions about the process of their project. If there was one thing that Alex had learned since interning at their company was that he personally did not agree with most of the methods they used in the name of “environmental conservation”. Yeah right.

“And you’re positive the energy for this won’t cause more carbon emissions than needed?” A client asked. Azalea smiled tensely and nodded.

“Our methods have been tested and proven to be in the lead of modern conservation efforts. I promise you that despite how it looks it is quite environmentally friendly, that is what we’ve built our company around, after all.”

The conversation hadn’t gone anywhere in the last ten minutes due to this debate. Alex had allowed himself to pull a blank sheet of paper out of his folder and start doodling discreetly as the negotiations continued. Alex tuned them out as he started drawing, letting little bits of information enter his brain occasionally as things seemed to heat up. Eventually the conversation died down and the scrape of a chair drew Alex’s attention away from his paper. The client had stood up and Azalea followed. They shook hands, tense smiles still on their faces and the clients walked out. Alex’s older sister sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“That was a pain in the ass,” she grumbled. She was only 23 but her stress made her look much older in Alex’s eyes. He smirked slightly and patted her shoulder.

“It’s okay. I think that guy is a pro at causing pain in women’s asses.” He teased, which only caused his sister to glare at him.

“Not appropriate.” She chided. “Just because you’re my brother and an intern doesn’t mean you can just get away with stuff. I know you’re a teenage boy but you’re almost an adult and you’ll be joining the workforce in a year. Grow up.” She sighed and went around to push chairs back under the table.

Alex just shrugged off her comments and pulled out his notes from the meeting. “You said it yourself. I’m simply a teenage boy trying to find some joy in the boring setting that is office work.” He said. Azalea just fixed him with another stare before shaking her head.

“You know how important this business is to our family,” she scolded. “It’s what mom has been pushing all of us towards since we were kids. Would it kill you to finally start getting serious about this? You’re here now, so actually do your job. Don’t think it escaped me that you were doodling for the last few minutes of that meeting.” She sighed and glanced around before sitting down in her chair again and motioned for Alex to join her. The younger boy furrowed his brows but sat as well.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “But you have to admit, they made great points. I know I’m not the only worker here who questions-”

“I know!” Azalea cried, placing her head in her hands. “I know you all do, I did too but it’s not like I can actually do anything about it!” She leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples. “Mom still has quite the hold on the company. She expects me to run it the exact same way she did, so if I change even the smallest thing she’s going to be all over me. I don’t have a lot of choices in the matter.”

“Mother isn’t the CEO anymore,” Alex argued. “She may still have influence but she’s not the person in charge. You’re in charge! Who cares what she thinks? She gave this position to you for a reason, so the least you could do is create some good with it!”

“I care greatly about what she thinks!” Azalea said. “So do many of our investors and project partners. Do you know how frustrating it is when people talk to you simply because of who your mom is instead of your position in a multi-million dollar company?”

“No. I don’t,” Alex sighed and slouched in his chair. “But I don’t think it’s any surprise that I haven’t cared for the longest time now.” Azalea looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Alex grinned. “Mom wants me to start at the company right after school right? It’s the whole reason I have his internship,” he spread his arms. “However, I’ve already sent out a few different college applications.”

Azalea’s mouth dropped open and she glanced around the room. “You’re kidding,” she hissed. “Do you have any idea what that’s going to do to her-”

“Why does it matter what she wants?” Alex asked, expression becoming guarded. “It’s my life, isn’t it? I don’t care if she’s groomed me to work in this bullshit company for the rest of my life. She may have claimed a hold on all of you guys, but I refuse to let the rest of my life be dictated by someone I don’t even like.”

“You can’t say that about your own mom-”

“I can say whatever I damn well please!” Alex stood up, his chair scraping. “She’s not my mom. My mom would have loved and cared about me after my dad died and not tossed me to the housestaff!

“Stop acting like a child!” Azalea chided, keeping her voice calm. “You’re almost an adult. That doesn’t matter anymore. There are people depending on you, so instead of thinking back on what you wish had happened, look at the present and what needs to happen in the future.”

The room was silent before Alex reached for his things. “Is that what she’s been telling you?” He asked, venom dripping from his voice. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re allowed to grieve and be upset, and wish that things were different. I wish dad had been able to live because maybe we wouldn’t be having this fight. Maybe mother would have allowed you to have feelings instead of making you into some puppet to run her company for her.”

“Alex-”

“No. I’m done. I’m clocking out and heading home.”

“The day isn’t over yet.”

“Good for you.” Alex fixed her with a hard stare. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell mom I'm not coming in anymore for you.”

“You can’t quit your internship halfway through!” Azalea stood up as well, chasing after her brother as he began to leave the room.

“Watch me.” He growled, and slammed the door to the meeting room.

_______

“You’re not serious, are you?”

Alex turned to see his youngest brother, Parker, standing in his doorway, panting with a panicked look in his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow and continued to pack his suitcase.

“Because you can’t just leave us! What about Dimitry? He’s looked up to you for so long and you’re about to walk out on him-on us!” Parker fully entered the room and closed the door behind him. “I can’t let you go!”

Alex sighed and zipped up his suitcase. “Dimitry’s gonna be fine. If he actually wants to do it, he’ll do it.” Alex glanced around his room, making sure he had everything he wanted before turning to his brother with a softer expression.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Parker cried before Alex could even say anything. “I can’t believe you’re going to just up and leave! All my life you’ve stood up to everyone in this place! Hell, you even told off Azalea today! But now that you’re dealing with the consequences of your actions you’re just going to run? That’s not the Alex I know!”

“Parker,” Alex interrupted. “I gave mother a letter to let her know I’m quitting my internship at the family business,” he said gently. “I told off the CEO of our family business, who just happens to be our oldest sister, and I’m terrified.” Parker stared at his older brother with wide eyes at the last word. “My entire life I have been terrified of pissing people off. You don’t know what people are going to do when their emotions are out of control, especially when it comes to mother. Most of my life has been spent trying to find ways to get out of her grasp while keeping you and Dimitry safe. The Alex you know has always been terrified, but more terrified for you than he was for himself.”

The older boy padded forward to wrap Parker in his arm. The younger quickly pulled his brother in closer, hiding his tears in Alex’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to go,” he whimpered.

“I have to,” Alex murmured. “But hey, listen to me,” the older boy pulled back and placed his hands on Parker’s shoulders. “You were too young for this, but on our last full family visit to the hospital, dad told me something very important. He said, ‘You are your own person, and I would love nothing more than for you to go and do whatever you want to do when you’re grown up. That’s for you to decide. The world may throw a lot of things at you and try to keep you from your dreams, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t get to fight back’.”

Parker’s mouth dropped open. Nobody in the house talked about their late father at all, especially around their mother. The youngest boy had only been two when his father passed away, so he had no memories of the man. Instead he’d always looked to Alex. Alex was the oldest boy in the house and took the time to make Parker and Dimitry laugh, to help them with homework, to make sure they had something to eat, to take care of them on the most basic level and more. Tears fell down Parker’s cheeks and he pulled Alex close again, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I should have told you those words sooner,” Alex murmured, burying his face in Parker’s dark hair. “But they’re from dad, and I’m passing them to you. I know mother has been waiting for you to make a choice, but you can make a choice that isn’t one of hers. Leaving is my choice. If I get away from her then things will get easier, and the same goes for you, okay?”

Parker nodded against Alex’s shoulder and the two continued to stand in their embrace for a while longer before a door slammed somewhere in the house. The two jumped apart, standing still and waiting before Parker moved first, reaching for Alex’s packed suitcase.

“You need to go,” he whispered hurriedly.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed and started to move before reaching for an old notebook.

“What are you doing?” Parker hissed.

“One last thing,” Alex said, finishing his task and ripping the page out of his notebook. He folded it and handed it to Parker with a smile. “Don’t you ever forget these, okay? I”ll see you on the outside.”

Parker took it with a smile and nodded. “Now get out of here before mom-uh, mother finds out,” the youngest said sheepishly, handing Alex his suitcase and hurrying them out of Alex’s old room.

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Six years was a long time, but not long enough to keep the chills from Alex’s spine when he saw his childhood home. An olive branch had been extended to him from Azalea in the form of an email, asking him to come home for one night to celebrate Parker’s 21st birthday.

Azalea had taken to sending him the occasional update email about his siblings. Work milestones, birthdays, engagements, weddings, the like. Alex accepted them quietly, only reading them but never replying. However, the most recent email explained that Parker had secretly been wishing for his older brother to appear for his birthday this year, and who was Alex to deny the birthday boy, especially when he practically raised the kid.

So Alex showed up, dressed in a dark green button up and black dress pants with his hair tied back and a present in his hand. Parker had decided to work as a secretary in the family company, which Alex thought was a damn shame, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, making his way up to the front door and knocking. A part of him wanted to just barge in, but this wasn’t his house anymore, and he could barely call them his family. A few moments later one of their butlers opened the door and Alex smiled tensely at the man.

“Mast-ahem, Alex,” the older man returned the tense smile. “Thank you for coming. Everyone is currently gathered in the living room, would you like me to show you the way?”

“No, I think I still remember where it is,” Alex said politely. “Thank you, though.” Alex toed his shoes off and moved through the house. The walls were still cold and lifeless, but the sounds of his siblings talking floated through the halls, leading him to the living room. Everything was the exact same as he remembered it. Lavish, but not exactly comfortable. The four siblings sat on sofas around a coffee table, cups in front of them and polite conversation flowing between them, sounding fake to Alex’s ears. He frowned a little but quickly fixed his expression as the conversation died down.

Everyone was staring at Alex in awe, except for Azalea, who instead anxiously took a sip of her drink, avoiding the middle child’s gaze. Alex took in the scene in front of him before glaring at the eldest. “You lied to me, didn’t you?” He asked.

“Well…no, not exactly,” she said, swallowing nervously.

“You actually got him to come,” Dimitry whispered far too loudly to himself. Alex’s eyes jumped to him and then to his other siblings before sighing and moving toward the group.

“Well, I’m here now, so if nobody minds, I'm planning to stay.” The seating arrangement between the five of them hadn’t changed. Just like at their dinner table, Azalea sat at the head, with Terra next to her, and then Dimitry, and then Parker. Alex barged his way in, sitting in the empty spot on the sofa next to Terra and handed Parker the gift he was holding.

“I hope your tastes haven’t changed too much,” he said easily. “I should have asked, but I figured it wouldn’t matter too much. If you hate it you can just throw it out, I won’t be mad-”

“Why are you even here?” Parker asked, causing everyone in the room to go stiff.

“For your birthday, of course,” Alex replied after a moment.

“You haven’t bothered to come to any of them before,” Parker glared. “Or anyone else’s, for that matter.”

“Azalea said you wanted me here, so I came,” Alex said without missing a beat. “All anyone had to do was ask.”

“Yeah, sure,” Terra coughed from next to him. Alex glared at her before sighing and slouching down on the couch.

“Okay, fine, so maybe none of you wanted me here. I can just go-”

“No no, it’s fine,” Parker interrupts, continuing to glare at the older brother. “I’m just trying to understand why the fuck you think it’s okay to show your face here after everything you’ve done.”

“Parker!” Azalea cried in shock.

“Am I wrong?” The youngest looked at his siblings. “All you’ve ever done since you left is spread slander about our family. You’ve said so many things about the family business, the law firm, even the stuff that happened here at home and you think it’s okay to just barge in here like you’re not trying to ruin our lives?”

“Ruin your lives?” Alex asked incredulously. “There’s only one person's life I’m trying to ruin, and it’s hers. So what if I’m trying to expose her years of corrupt business dealings or the abuse she inflicted on her kids? Has it picked up any traction? No! And the reason for that is because somebody keeps paying good money to erase it all! If anything, I’m trying to fucking help you guys from the outside!”

“Nobody asked for your help!” Parker growled. “We were all doing just fine before you decided to mess everything up!”

“Parker-” Azalea tried

“No! He needs to know!” Parker reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper and threw it at Alex. “That should look familiar to you, asshole. I don’t think those are father’s words at all. I think you made them up that day just so you could manipulate me.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Alex asked, opening the note to see his handwriting had been viciously scribbled out in black sharpie.

“I am! You almost got Dimitry to fall for it too!” Parker said.

“This is exactly what I was trying to warn you about!” Alex cried, throwing the open note onto the table. “Did she put all of this in your head? When have I ever led you astray? What have I done in my life that made you think I didn’t want the best for you? For any of you? I’m sorry that mother decided to worm her way into your head and fuck you up, but you don’t get to take that out on me!”

“Okay, hold on now,” Terra said, placing a hand on Alex’s arm. “Mom hasn’t done anything-”

“Bullshit! Our entire lives she’s been brainwashing us into thinking all we have to do for the rest of our lives is work for her! That’s what all of you are doing right now! Azalea is being a puppet CEO, you’re keeping the legal side of things clean for her, and you two and playing underlings as well! This is why I left! Did you really expect me to stay around when throughout our entire childhood she made us work and work and work with the expectation that she’d control us for-”

“Ahem.”

The room’s temperature dropped ten degrees and all the children sat up, still and silent as the older woman entered the room.

“I do hope my children aren’t fighting on my youngest’s twenty-first birthday,” she said gently, floating over to where Parker was on the couch. She ran a hand through his bangs and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday darling.”

“Thank you mom,” Parker replied quietly.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Alex, it’s good to see you again.” When she got no response she pursed her lips and then beckoned to him with a finger. “Let’s walk and talk dear. We can rejoin your siblings once we’re done.”

“I’d rather not, thank yo-”

“It wasn’t a request.”

Terra swallowed nervously and Alex glanced at her before standing up stiffly. “Fine. But if things go in a direction I don’t like, I’m leaving.”

“Whatever you wish dear,” his mother said, her voice becoming light again as she floated out of the room. Alex glared at his siblings before following.

The two were silent as they walked but Alex recognized the path. They were headed to his mother’s home office where she had only the most serious of talks with her children. Her personal butler opened the door for her and the two entered. Her office was an interesting space. The walls were a dark, icy blue that sucked the warmth out of the room with a dark green carpet to give it some sort of “outdoor” feel. The room was on the inside of the house so it had no windows, but a sun lamp was placed on the desk. The desk itself felt like it took up half the room. It was large and bulky made out of a dark wood. It was kept meticulously clean and organized, showing off how little the room was actually used. Behind the desk stood a plush chair that Alex’s mother situated herself in, leaving Alex to stand, seeing as she wasn't nice enough to keep any other chairs in the room.

“You know,” his mother started after sizing him up. “Much like your…sexuality I thought you leaving home was going to be a phase. Either this is lasting longer than usual, or there’s a problem.”

“My sexuality was never a phase. Unfortunately for you I’m still as gay as they come,” Alex sighed, rolling his eyes. “You can expect my branch of the bloodline to die with me. Don’t worry, you have four other kids you’ve brainwashed to give you grandkids.”

“Don’t give me that sass,” his mother chided, fixing him with a cold stare.

“Oh, forgive me, mother dearest,” Alex pouted, fluttering his eyelashes and letting his voice drip with sass. “Nah, honestly though,” he sighed, voice returning to normal. “You don’t have a hold on me anymore. That’s why I left. If this is all you wanted to discuss, I’m leaving.”

“You’re wasting your talents,” his mother said bluntly. “There were many great things lined up for you and you threw them all away to be with those…low lifes.”

“Don’t call my friends low lifes,” Alex growled. “They may not be as rich as you but they’re still people.”

“Don’t be so generic,” his mother sighed. “Did you know that fire elemental you hang out with has a criminal for a mother? Who’s to say the apple didn’t fall far from the tree?”

“Have you seen yourself?”

“And what about the water girl? Isn’t her family involved in some sort of illegal ring? A fighting one, if I’m not mistaken.”

“It’s not illegal. In fact it’s cultural-”

“And don’t get me started on the ice boy. What a weak link. He was in the hospital for quite some time growing up. Pity he didn’t do as well as your father-”

Alex slammed his hands on the desk, seething at his mother. “You don’t get to talk about my family like that,” he growled.

“Your family? Darling your family is-”

“My blood family hasn’t done shit for me,” Alex interrupted. “Those people took me in while I was struggling and made me feel like I belonged. They made me feel loved, which is more than you’ve ever done.”

“I see you’ve stooped down to their level,” his mother sighed wearily. “People like them will only drag you down in life. They come with so much baggage, debt, and tainted pasts that will come back to haunt them, and by proxy, you. Is that really what you want? Do you want to get caught up in some dangerous scheme?” She glared at him from across the desk and Alex felt a shiver run up his spine.

“I have pride in my family, son,” she said lowly. “Whether you like it or not, you are mine. You come from a place above them, and that is where you belong. Have you no pride in your upbringing? Do you really think your father would be impressed with those you affiliate yourself with? It’s disgusting. You’re smearing your reputation. Our family is made up of pure earth elementals. We control the very planet that everyone lives on and yet you choose to throw all of your power away for some sort of rebellious plot? It is unbecoming of you. You are twenty four. Act like it. There is a spot available for you in our field research department should you want it. Otherwise we’ll have to send you to law school so you can work in the firm-”

“Woah woah woah,” Alex held up his hands as he tried to keep himself from laughing. “Just because I let you talk you think I’m going to come back just like that?” He smirked down at her. “Oh mother, look at what your old age has done to you. Your four other children have let you control them, but I refuse to.”

“Now son you don’t know-”

“I do know. I have known for quite some time. I refuse the world you offer to me. And contrary to your beliefs, I do have pride in myself. I have so much pride my friends constantly have to knock me down a peg or two. My pedigree doesn’t matter anywhere else than in this office,” he growled. “My schooling and my family don't matter anywhere else other than in this house. I’m sure you know since you appear to be a stalker, but the five of us have a nice house, good jobs, a steady source of income, and happy lives, which is more than your other four kids can boast about.”

“I refuse to be spoken to like this.”

“So do I, which is why I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine,” Alex smirked. “Talk about dad all you want, but before he died he told me he knew you were going to push us to join the business or the law firm. He knew it was what you wanted above all else, and you know what else he told me? I’m sure you’ve heard these words before. He said, ‘You are your own person, and I would love nothing more than for you to go and do whatever you want to do when you’re grown up. That’s for you to decide. The world may throw a lot of things at you and try to keep you from your dreams, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t get to fight back’.”

His mother’s eyes grew wide and her jaw clenched, which only made Alex’s smirk grow. “Yeah, I’m the one who gave those words to Parker. I bet he tried, didn't he? He tried real hard but after losing me you couldn’t suffer another defeat, could you? I bet you doubled down and whispered all sorts of things into his and Dimitry’s ears. Well, guess what? You’ll never have me. You can do whatever you want but your reputation will always be smeared by your middle child, first son, Alex, who fucking hates your guts.”

Alex cackled and backed away from the desk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Oh, and just so you know, I’m never going to stop posting shit online, not until it takes off and someone decides to look into it. I hope I get to fully ruin you before you die.” His smile turned sickly sweet and he waved at her before leaving the office. He padded through the hallways, feeling much lighter than before. He found all of his siblings in the living room once more. They all stared at him in stunned silence and he was certain the oddly happy smile on his face was throwing them off.

“I’m about to head out,” he said, leaning against the wall. “If you guys want to say anything to me before I leave, I’m all ears. Just know that I’m not coming back to this building until that old bat has kicked the bucket.” The room remained silent and Alex shrugged, pushing himself up off the wall. “Fine then. Sorry if I ruined your birthday, Parker. That wasn’t the intention. I hope the rest of it goes okay.” He gave a small wave to his siblings before turning and walking out of the room, making his way to the front door and leaving, giving the butler an easier smile and then climbing into his car to head home.

“Oh man, Thorn’s gonna lose their shit over this,” Alex cackled to himself, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“What’s up man?” Cameron’s voice came through the speaker.

“Is everyone home?” Alex asked, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

“Uh, yeah. Did everything go okay?”

“Put me on speaker, I can’t wait until I get home to tell you guys.”

“Oh shit, this is juicy,” Thorn’s voice said and Alex simply laughed.

“You have no idea.”

#oc #oc lore #terrible parents #found family #I had some fun with this one #i feel so dumb that i finished this forever ago and never posted it #but here it is #my ocs #elementals #modern setting #verbal fighting #manipulation #parent death #Spotify

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"Ugetsu" by Kenji Mizoguchi - Blog 7

“Ugetsu” by Kenji Mizoguchi is a film about two brothers, Genjuro and Tobei, and their pursuit of riches and desires. The story emphasis on their love life and their experiences in loss during one of Japan’s civil wars of the sixteenth century. In the beginning of the film, both men run away from their village with their families in order to get away from the opposing army. While on a boat, Genjuro decides to leave his wife and son in a neighboring village, so they will not be endangered to any pirates on their way to the city. After arriving to the city, they are selling pottery and other items in order to make money to provide for themselves and for their families. In the city, Genjuro encounters a lady and her maid, Lady Wakasa and Miyagi, and becomes enchanted to her. Tobei on the other hand leaves his wife for his desire to become a samurai. I was surprised that Lady Wakasa and her maid was a ghost in the end and Genjuro was nearly killed and taken away to be with her forever. Tobei successfully becomes a samurai for a short time after killing an opposing army’s general. This scene was rather funny because Tobei basically third-partied the general after the general mercifully ended his comrades life. While both brothers were experiencing their moment of happiness, Genjuro’s wife was killed by hungry soldiers of the opposing army and Tobei’s wife, Ohama, was taken by wandering soldiers and raped in an empty house. After this incident, she curses Tobei’s obsessive desire to become a samurai for leaving her and causing that incident to happen. She becomes a geisha after that and later Tobei and her reunite while she was working at the geisha house. In the end of the film, Genjuro was able to get out of the enchanting spell from Lady Wakasa and returns to his family. Sadly, finding out the next morning that his wife died from the village chief and his son was the only survivor while he was gone. Tobei and Ohana reconcile and continue to live together and both families continue to look after each other in their new village.

A commentary that the film has on Japanese society is the act of human self-deception between reality and an illusion. In “Ugetsu,” we see how the brothers pursue their dreams and desires avoiding any thought of the consequences. Eventually, the consequences for chasing an unachievable dream makes them realize the harsh reality that they must continue to live in.

In the end, I thought this film was very interesting. The way that the genres of fantasy, war, and family are combined into a ghost story was cool. I was rather in disbelief that Genjuro forgot about his wife and son, but of course, due to his enchantment to the ghost, Lady Wakasa. After watching his wife die, I was shaking my head for what Genjuro will eventually have to come back to. I felt bad for the son who had to witness his mother get stabbed and die in front of him. The scene of the son sharing his food and offering it to his mother’s grave was heartwarming and sad. Despite everything going on, I am glad at least Genjuro did not lose hope in life after losing his wife and felt her always being by his side no matter what. Leading a better future for his surviving son and himself.

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❦ 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: gihun, sangwoo, the salesman, the frontman. daughter!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: this work basically contains headcanons of the characters’ relationship with their daughter.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: incest, slight yandere themes, dub-con, mentions of alcohol, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), degradation, use of babygirl. reader is of age.

𝐀/𝐍: this work contains dark content. people over 21 are welcome to interact. minors and ageless/empty blogs will be blocked. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. please, read the rules before interacting and stay safe!

GIHUN

As your father, Gihun is very protective to the point he might seem a little possessive. It's just that he doesn't wanna lose you. He often expresses his concerns about you hanging out with friends and it only gets worse when there are male friends in the group. Good luck trying to tell him you're already of age; he will just tell you that he's your father and has the final saying.

That being said, it's often implied that he is the only man you need in your life. He tries so hard to be your everything, even working late night hours to pay for your studies or whatever is going on in your life — he is not very good at keeping track anyways, but he means it when he says he will do anything for you.

Gihun is the one to take the first step. Because of the past, he often chases alcohol to help ease the emotional pain. Sometimes, you are not in the mood to deal with his vices so you protect yourself from it.

The more he tries to pull you in, even accusing you of leaving him for your male friends, the more you scream at him because of mother. You know better than to bring her up in heated arguments, but sometimes you are so done with everything that you get careless around others. Mentions of your mother always stirs up something inside father, that way, he ends up telling you to shut up when you hold it against him — but since he is so damn disrespectful, you don't.

So, the only way he finds to shut you up during the heated argument and crude sentiments is by pressing his lips against yours. He was so wasted you could've pushed him off with ease. However, it was your first kiss in ages and you didn't really want it to end. Despite the sour taste of alcohol in his tongue, you felt truly loved as his body caged yours and his arms kept you still. After he pulls away, you brush it off as an emotional baggage you didn't want to go through. Probably Gihun had repressed many feelings over the years and it all came back at once, resulting in this.

He brings up the matter eventually and apologizes for his behavior. He might even promise to stay away from alcohol and you know, however, that all of the unspoken secrets will drag him down once again. Except that now you make an effort to be there for your father.

He doesn't shy away when you take the first step towards kissing him when he is a tiny bit sad, even though his moral consciousness gets shaky by that. All of the thoughts about you take over his mind and he drops his energetic act, leaning towards a more serious and melancholic one. It's only after you share your first night together that he realizes he's already knee-deep into it and can't turn back now.

Gihun enjoys cockwarming and it soon becomes part of your routine. While you're asleep and softly snoring beside him, he tries to fight the urge to pound into you because there is no way you could consent to this while asleep. Although, he can't help but pound into you carefully as to not awake you, but he never goes much further than that.

SANGWOO

As a father, he is very possessive of you, part of it being his arrogance seeping through, causing him to act like he knows what is best for you better than anyone else.

You are the one to take the first step. Dad wouldn't let you see boys as he got easily jealous of his precious daughter. So, the only way to change things was to relieve all of the buried feelings and desires with him. Oh, such a temper you have… You did take after your father after all.

Sangwoo is taken aback when he feels your soft lips moving against his. And yet, he experiments with you anyway. He tests the water by holding your waist, his fingers leaving light touches on your skin. Then, he opens his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss. In a second, he has you whimpering and he knows exactly what you want — except he won't give it to you so easily.

His tongue is gentle, even freeing the butterflies in your stomach. Your attempts of moving your hips against your dad's lap while searching for friction were futile as his strong grip on your hips prevented you from doing so by holding you in place. Even with your whines, he was still calm despite the evidence of mutual desire.

Then, he takes you to bed. Sangwoo takes his time with you, enjoying how you gave in to his touches out of free will. When his tongue came in contact with your folds, it was a pleasant contrast of temperature — warm from his mouth and cold from you being exposed for too long. One of the things that really stuck with you during the time dad was eating you out was seeing the thread of saliva and wetness connecting your cunt and dad's tongue. After that, Sangwoo would not shut up for one second.

You never thought you'd hear such filthy words leaving your dad's mouth — and he said it so cooly. You're a real slut, you know that? and You're so wet for me, babygirl. Don't be surprised if you wake up one day like this, before sucking your clit between his lips and resuming the licks.

Sangwoo really takes his time with you. He makes you come multiple times on his face before even thinking of adding his fingers into your pussy. He proceeds to put his mouth to a better use and leaves bite marks all over your body, from shoulders to thighs. The purple marks will look amazing the next day, he promises, and also you won't be leaving the house for some time. It's a win-win.

THE SALESMAN

The man is the definition of sadism. Your dad is probably ten steps ahead of you and he wants to hear you say it. Remember the time you moaned a bit too loud when touching yourself? He knows. The next day, your dad is asking you too many questions about the time you went to bed and what were you doing that kept you up so late. He does that with a smug smile on his face, taking pleasure in the faint red on your cheeks and how you struggle to find the perfect excuse which, to be sincere, will serve for nothing.

You are not sure if he is dropping subtle hints of his real intentions or if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. Father has always been kind of invasive with showing affection. The line was crossed the day you woke up with his hand pressed against your stomach and his body dangerously close to yours in your bed. He probably caught you sleeping on the sofa again and brought you to your room — at least that's what you've tried to tell yourself. He could've just put you in your bed and walked away, there was no reasonable explanation for whatever was this.

You absolutely lose it when his lips brush against your ear, a husky voice startling you awake. It was merely a good morning, babygirl, but it definitely stirred something up inside you. The way his fingers curled on the skin of your hips caused you to hold back a moan and jolt yourself from the bed. In the rush of avoiding further embarrassment, you missed the smile that crept up onto his lips.

Things escalate in such a passive-aggressive rhythm. During one of your movie nights, he holds you close while pressing kisses to your temples all the time, just like a boyfriend would do. When he asks something about the movie, you are too focused on the proximity of your faces, his dark eyes boring into yours while your gaze wanders from his amused stare to his lips. The tension in the air made it hard to breathe and there was a burning feeling in your gut that rushed you into a decision.

The kiss was reciprocal, as if he was waiting for you to take the first step all along. You let out a sigh when your lips touched from all the air you've been holding. His hand got a good grip on the back of your neck, reasserting his dominance over you. It was clear that you belonged to him. His tongue was aggressive amidst the kiss and you realized that you've longed for this feeling for a while now, to be dominated by someone more experienced than you. A moan escaped your lips when his grip tightened around your neck and dad pushed you onto the couch until he was able to lie down on top of your fragile frame. He looked exactly like a wolf ready to devour his prey and just now you realized how long he was preparing for this situation. Not that you minded it, though.

Dad wishes to break your mind before taking care of your body. He toys with you during foreplay, edging you multiple times no matter your pleas before he is even close to being satisfied. He wants to make a mess out of you, dragging his fingers in and out of your cunt until you're weak under his touch. He has worked hard on denying orgasms from you that you couldn't take it anymore, reaching your climax because of the exhaustion and excess of stimuli. It's only after leaving you limp that he considers giving you his cock.

THE FRONTMAN

Sex is merely a reward. Your dad is very stern, his authoritarian gaze being enough to make you flinch. It is only when you disobey his orders that he takes out on you. He is very cold, expecting you to show regrets of your less than adequate behavior. Although he might be more lenient of using cold, authoritarian communication until he is satisfied with your pleas, he might consider using physical punishments if you dare to cross the limits again.

The first time you slept together was the day you broke one of his first rules: do not leave your room. He had brought you to the island while he acted as the frontman and reinforced the importance of that rule as to avoid you getting caught up in the middle of the abominable mess that was his work. He was livid when he found out from one of the guards they'd caught a strange girl wandering through the halls, worried that one of those monsters had intentions of doing something else with you.

By the time you arrived into his place, the same place he kept you locked up, he was calling you stupid girl repeated times with some disdain mixed with concern. It's only when he sees the tears running down your face nonstop that he takes a deep breath, deciding between wishing to hold you close as a caring parent would do or sending you straight to your punishment.

Either way, you got your twisted reward. He ordered you to pull down your trousers, to which you showed some resistance. After he was so demanding, to the point of saying I am not playing games, silly girl. Take them off. you did exactly as he told you, humiliated by the thought of getting naked in front of him. You felt his gloved fingers kneading your bottom, as if he was testing the waters, and you held back a whimper. The impact of the first smack caused you to sob, only for it to become rounds of spanking.

It stopped when father decided it was enough, seeing your bum colored in vivid red. You knew better than to express your soreness out loud so you just let the tears run down your face in uncontrollable fashion, not daring to make any sounds. The tired eyes glanced at his piece of art, unsure if you were deserving of his cock. At that moment fear readily raced through your entire body as you realized you were still at mercy of his punishments just as he said touch yourself for me, then we'll see if you're worthy of something.

#squid game #gihun x reader #sangwoo x reader #the salesman x reader #frontman x reader #squid game smut #dark content #yandere squid game #tw: alcohol #tw: dubcon

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manjiropie · 3 years

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Hello! I really like your blog… could we have maybe some Angry, Mitsuya, Inupi and Rindou and some fluffy cuddles?

stop, you'll make me blush

:: warnings: none, just love and peace today <3

:: pairings : Souya (Angry), Mitsuya, Inupi & Rindou - aged x reader

a/n: I don't know about this but I hope you like it. I've been busy with school and shit but I love to imagine how it'd be cuddling with them (Souya was longer bc I have a special place for him in my heart, sorry sorey)

Souya.

It was a really pleasant weekend, the holidays came with a nice weather. You liked the holidays, which meant you had a break from school/work finally. However... It also meant that your two-years boyfriend, Souya, would spend the weekend working at the ramen shop he owned alongside his twin brother.

You pout helplessly as it hit five o'clock that Sunday. The previous day you'd spend with Hina, wandering around the streets and listening to her rambling about how excited she was for her wedding. You were proud of your boyfriend, of course. The shop was a success! But... You couldn't help but him there with you. Suddenly, you had an idea.

Souya would probably be worn out when he arrived home from work, so you, an exceptional girlfriend, decided to prepare him a little surprise. It wasn't going to be much because it were the last minutes, but you knew he'd like it.

You were in your most comfortable pajamas; the bed you shared with him had bowls of candy and popcorn– caramel flavored, it is his favorite. If you couldn't go out with him, you'd have your time chilling in bed then.

You awaited for him eating some candies here and there because you couldn't wait. Finally, when it already felt like ages but had only been twenty minutes, you hear the sound of keys coming from the other room. You jumped out of the bed and ran barefoot to meet him. Souya was putting down his keys when you came and embraced him from behind.

"Hi!" he greeted. It was so cute when you two started dating how you'd catch his lips turning upwards slightly whenever he saw you. It is still cute, who are you kidding? "Sorry I couldn't be with you this weekend." He apologized in a small voice.

"Oh no, no, no," you grabbed his hand and started yanking him to the bedroom. "I have something for you!" You spoke like a kid leading their parents to the living room on Christmas morning.

You turned on the bedroom lights and watched him as he squinted his eyes, adjusting to the bright light. Oh God, his messy curly blue hair reflected the amount of work he must have had... He looks so cute though, serious face with a frown, like a little kid with cotton candy hair.

"Let's watch a movie, I already chose your favorite one!" You pushed him to the bed where he sat leaned back. His face was of pure confusion, which made you giggle.

"Fruitvale Station." Souya said to himself. He loved the movie, it always made him shed some tears. You get up from the bed and turn off the lights, kissing him in the mouth briefly before sitting down and hand him the popcorn.

Despite the fact you literally shoved him into the bed and shoved the popcorn bowl onto his face, Souya appreciated it dearly! He liked to watch movies with you, unlike his twin brother, who'd ask something every five minutes, you watched the movie and he enjoyed it.

But when you look at him when the sad part of the movie comes up, you see that his eyes are drifting close and the bowl– now half empty –is almost slipping from his hands. You put the bowls aside, carefully taking the one from him. He blurts out something when you slowly pokes him on the shoulder to make him lay down.

"Uh... The movie's over?" he opens a lazy eye.

"Yes, love."

"Didn't even cry this time." he adjusts his he's don the pillow, the sound of your laugh makes him a bit more awake and all of sudden you feel two hands pulling you to his side. He lays on top of your stomach and snuggles his head down on the soft fabric of your clothes. You smile to yourself and plays with his hair.

"Sing for me?" You hear his sleepy voice.

"Sing?"

"Mhm."

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, that's new. You don't sing, you just hum a soft melody your grandfather used to sing for you. You hope that it'll content him and all your doubts are cleared when you listen to his soft breathing and incoherent mumbles as he hugs your waist like a plush toy.

Mitsuya.

Mitsuya is the king of cuddling, change my mind. You can't. It doesn't matter if he's had a tough day at work or it was a lazy day at home, he will look forward to cuddling you in any circumstances.

Mitsuya likes to hold you with your back on his chest. But he won't go to sleep immediately, no. You two will lay in that position (most of the times he's the big spoon, he likes holding you and you love how you feel sheltered in his arms) and will talk about your day. Mitsuya takes this moment very seriously. He wants to know about your day, what were the things you did, what did you eat, if you enjoyed it... All of it while rubbing your back/arms/waist or fiddling with your hair. He also leaves feather kisses on your shoulders.

Cuddling with him is always so good even if you're not going to sleep. Whenever he's not so busy sewing he will grant you your wishes and will lay down with you talking about all and nothing.

He likes it though, it's not like he's doing it just because you asked, he enjoys it. The proximity of you two and how he's showed you that there are other ways to love without being sexual. You love that about him.

Inui.

At first it was complicated to bring Inui to cuddle. It still is sometimes, but he is working on it.

From the very beginning you've noticed that whenever you'd be talking to him and looking him right in the eye he'd look away or turn his head away. He probably didn't his burn scar. It didn't matter how many times you'd tell him you thought it made him look tougher and cooler, he wouldn't believe you.

As you two lay down, the way you like to stay is face to face, very close. You will put a leg over his and throw an arm over his shoulders, caress his hair or trace his features.

Inui knew what he had gotten himself into, but when you two made your relationship official it became much clearer how clingy and touchy you are. He still doesn't like this much touch but he allows you because of how you'll smile until you're asleep. He likes the view so he makes an effort.

He's a pretty good listener, so you will mess with his hair and sneak some kisses here and there as you tell him whatever it's in your mind. He'll listen carefully while examining your sleepy face. You always fall sleep first and he watches you with puppy eyes.

Rindou.

Rindou is another hard case. Rindou HATES cuddling. He pretty much would rather have his own blanket and turn to the wall than sleep tangled with you. The reason to that it's because he sweats a lot. I'm not kidding. And it's not in a bad connotation, it's just that he sleeps with the blanket covering all of himself leaving out only his nose –sometimes not even the nose. He's just in a silly goofy mood every night and likes to pretend he's a butterfly in a cocoon 🤪

He will cuddle with you in the couch though, with you on top of him or in a large armchair. No talking though, he reads a lot so you can sneak into his lap and enjoy his warmth in deep silence while he reads and adjusts his glasses on his nose every seven minutes.

He likes to hold you close, and will rub whatever part of your skin that's showing. But remember, don't talk while he reads or he'll push you to the floor!

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#tokyo revengers x reader #Fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #souya x reader #souya kawata #rindou haitani #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers inui

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emile-hides · 3 years

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I can’t find any BNHA X Reader blogs with their requests open, so heck it. Make the content you want to see in the world.

MHA Blonde boys react to reader crying (for various reasons)

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

1-A is an amazing bunch

It sort of just all hit you like a truck, really

How much 1-A had grown, how much they’d overcame

You’re not even entirely sure what sparked the thought process

But once it stared, you couldn’t stop

You were just so?? Proud??? Amazed???

Suddenly you were crying at your desk in the teacher’s lounge

Quiet, heavy tears

Your co-workers took notice, but it was Toshinori who approched your first asking what was wrong

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying

When you get into the why he’s all ears

He sits next to you and is soon joining in on the kid’s progress

He talks mostly about Bakugo and Midoriya, you go on about Asui and Koda

It turns to laughing and quietly bullying the kids for a moment as you two enjoy some of the sillier memories

Soon Toshinori, too, has tears in his eyes

He sobs more than you did

He’s just so proud of these kids!!

You feel like an old married couple talking about their 30-something kids living far from home

Kind of silly considering they’re all 15 and currently in class right down the hall

You two have to go see them during lunch break

Present Mic

Crying in Solidarity

You stood with Hizashi in front of a grave of a kid you never knew on an overcast day

He’d normally make a comment about the weather matching the mood but...

Not now

His fists were clenched, and though his smile stood strong and his glasses hid his eyes

They couldn’t catch his tears

You held his hand in silence and pretended not to notice the falling of his facade

It happens very seldom

He was shaking, you could hear his breath hitch hard despite his attempts to remain calm

You didn’t know this Shirokumo kid, you’d never met him, you couldn’t pick him out in a crowd if you had to

You didn’t even know who he was to Hizashi

But you knew it tore him up inside that he was buried here

You knew he kept his emotions well contained for everything else but him

You pulled Hizashi a bit closer, letting him lean onto you as tears began to run down your cheeks

The two of you stood in silence and cried on this, an overcast day

The weather really did match your mood.

Fatgum

Crying in relief

The hospital door opened with a loud slam

You didn’t really mean to slam it so hard but now wasn’t the time to go apologizing to inanimate objects for being a little rough

Your voice shrilled even louder than the door the name of the patient laying on the bed in the center of the room

Taishiro looked up with a face of ‘Oh shit’ which was the correct face to have

You were mad for all of the time it took to yell about how worried you were

FIRST OF ALL he didn’t even call to tell you he was in the hospital, you got that information from Tamaki

Second, you barely even know what HAPPENED to land him here

And THIRD,

Nope. Anger’s gone. Evaporated like a puddle in mid July.

Taishiro had sat up in his bed with a nervous smile, peppering in the nicknames and speaking in the gentle voice as he reached out to console you

Just seeing him sit up, his arms bandaged lightly around the wrist

It all just came crashing in

He was fine.

Tears over flowed as you cried a bit louder than you had yelled previously

Hiccuping and gasping out how worried you were and how mad you still wanted to be

Taishiro just laughed an apology as he hugged you, thankful for your concern

He promised to call next time

You found yourself yelling at him to never do this again

Aoyama

Crying on command

Acting was something you had mastered

More or less anyway

You dove head first into a role and you were damn good at it

But everyone has weaknesses

You’d locked yourself in Aoyama’s room, going over lines and choreography for some little play in the park you two had signed up for

Now you sat on his floor as he painted your nails, glaring daggers into the script

You had to cry.

It seemed so easy. Think of something sad and cry over it on stage. Simply.

and yet your eyes remained dry, your stage make-up perfect

Aoyama had been couching you, weeping all sorts of tears for your amusment

It wasn’t helping

You turned your glare to Aoyama, who was completely enthralled in drawing tiny art pieces into your nails

God he was bright

....bright.....

You looked directly up at the light on the ceiling and stared

Your eyes wide you forced yourself not to blink

It hurts

And it worked

You looked back to Aoyama with tears streaming down your face and searing pain in your retina

He applauded your dedication

Ojiro

It’s all just a lot

You weren’t really sure when it all became so much

But everything you’d been working at and training for suddenly weighed more than you could bare

You found yourself in the middle of the UA empty halls, flat on the ground on your stomach

Tripping was the breaking point

The straw that broke the camel’s back, as they say

You just started sobbing

When you heard footsteps coming you just kind of... wiggled out of the way

Pressing yourself to the wall you just continued to cry to yourself, curled in a ball, expecting the other person to just pass you by

Instead a soft white handkerchief gently pressed to your cheek, followed by a quiet “Are you okay?”

You were not okay.

Ojiro sat himself beside you as you wiped your face, continuing to sob

You didn’t offer an explanation, he didn’t ask for one

He sat in the hall quietly with you, his tail giving the occasional swish to brush your cheek of tears

The silence gave to time to catch your breath, and realize class probably started a long time ago

When you got up to be on your way, he joined you

He didn’t offer to walk you where you needed to go, he simply did

His quiet wave, his silent smile, his patient glances at you

It all made everything feel just a bit lighter

The next time you’d see Ojiro in the halls, he’d smile at you

And he’d be delighted if you could smile back

Kaminari

Crying from shock

It was just a little zap to the hip, a little bee sting

He’d been doing it to everyone in class, learned it from some stupid tiktok

When it was your turn to get stung, you let out the loudest yelp in the class

He laughed at first, proudly proclaiming how he’d gotten you

Until you whipped to him with fury in your eyes, along with tears

His panicked “Shit, wait, I’m sorry” fell on deaf ears as you quickly gave him a return jab in the hip

Without the actual shock part it probably wasn’t as painful

So you did it a few more times for good measure

Then he jabbed you again

And it was on

Jabs to the hip turned to jabs to the gut, armpit, neck, even right dead center in his chest

You were both in pain and sure to be covered in bruises when Iida finally separated you two

It was hard to see with the tears swelling in both your eyes

But when Denki made direct eye contact with you before giving a glance to Iida, you knew

You nodded, an evil smirk crossing your face

The two of you took your index and middle fingers, driving them quickly and roughly into the class rep’s hips simultaneously

His yelp had the entire class laughing

It then also had the entire class in study hall for the rest of break

Bakugo

He’s just kind of a dick

Standing outside of class 1-A you felt as though your heart was beating in your throat

When the door opened you jumped out of your skin as a green haired boy came out at full speed

He managed to stop on a dime before slamming into you though

You choked out the courage to ask him if Katsuki Bakugo was in class

The kid before you stared in shock before turning around and calling for a “Kacchan”, telling him someone was here to see him

You glanced in the door and watched as several people pried the man you wanted to see from his seat, shoving him forcefully to the door

They all then slammed the door behind him, keeping the green haired kid who seemed in a rush to leave trapped inside

He barked a what at you that made you reconsider all your choices

Still. You swallowed all your courage, and said what you came here to say.

You confessed your feelings to Bakugo, bravely.

He stared at you with a face of utter confusion, and it managed to catch you a bit off guard

He looked like he didn’t know how to respond

Which he, of course, didn’t.

So he responded the only way he really knows how

Anger.

“WHO THE HELL EVEN ARE YOU?!”

He called you some background extra. What gave you even the slightest though he’d want to be with some nobody he didn’t even know the name of

Within seconds of his screaming the 1-A doors slammed open yet again

The group who’d peeled Bakugo from his seat before jumped from the room and began wrestling him into submission, berating him for his treatment of you

But you were inclined to agree with him

You told them it was fine. He was right, you were just some nobody

You couldn’t stop your voice from shaking, tears streaming from your eyes as you gripped tightly at your shirt

Not knowing really what else to do, you turned and ran away

It was well over a few hours later, and you were still crying alone in the court yard

You flinched at the sound of footsteps approaching you. You closed your eyes and planned to make a run for it somewhere else to avoid bothering anyone

“Hey, dumbass,” a hand placed on your forehead, pulling you back to lean on the person behind you, “You could do a lot better than an ass like me.”

You glanced at Bakugo, who was looking far into the distance, his ears red

You cried and apologized. He didn’t say much else, but his hand remained on you, keeping you in place

You found yourself invited out more, running around with Bakugo and his friends, being rowdy and dumb as teens should be

Your crush on Katsuki Bakugo soon became a distant memory as he grew to be one of your closest friends

Honenuki

Yawning

You flopped dramatically onto the common room couch and let out the loudest, most drawn out sigh you could muster

This act of pure drama drew the attention of Juzo Honenuki, who simply chuckled at your antics

You stretched like a cat across the couch, reaching for him lazily with one hand, you swatted at the book he’d been comfortably reading

He gave another chuckle and inquired what you were after

You answered with an equally dramatic and drawn out yawn, bringing tears to your eyes as you again stretched to him

You then closed your eyes and snuggled into a couch pillow

Honenuki’s hand stretched across the couches and found itself on your head, giving gentle pets back and forth

Once he found himself a good stopping point, Honenuki put his bookmark in place and snapped the book closed

He gave a stretch and a yawn before encouraging you to your feet

You lazily tangled your arms around one of his and draped yourself over him

The two of you walked to your separate dorm rooms arm in arm, occasionally letting out more and more exasperated yawns and sleepy giggles

Monoma

Crying from pain

This was... probably your fault?

You remembered running into Awase from class 1-B while going a bit too fast though the halls

Next thing you knew you were in front of him, on your ass, staring up at him upside down

It took a minute for the pain to register, but as soon as it did tears stung your eyes

You couldn’t even really say anything as Awase’s eyes filled with panic when he’d realized what he’d done, quickly dropping your arm and stepping back, probably planning to make a run for it

The is until his blond classmate came up behind him, pressuring him to apologize in a loud, negging tone

When Awase again avoided your eyes, opting to shove his hands in his pockets as he glared at the wall, Monoma dropped to his knees and offered you assistance

The question of “Do you need to go to the nurse?” was accompanied with a handkerchief dabbed at your eyes

Monoma helped you to your feet, apologizing for his classmate, assuring you you were fine and didn’t need to report this to a teacher because you were clearly fine look at you you’re fine

I mean you weren’t bleeding so... Yeah? You were fine.

He sounded like he’d be the one in trouble if you told someone about Awase self defense flipping you over his shoulder

When he offered again to walk you to the nurse, you declined

He was right, you were fine, just a bit sore

You wiped the tears from your eyes and thanked him for his concern as you walked passed him

You also apologized to Awase for bumping into him, though he just huffed a response

You didn’t get very far when you heard quick steps following close behind

Monoma was just checking in to make sure you for sure weren’t going to tell anyone class 1-B’s Awase threw you like a rag doll

He also just figured while he was here he’d ask if there was anything he could do to make up for this incident

Like... buy you lunch sometime.... Or take you out to a nice cafe he knows after school... maybe...?

He just. Didn’t want you to think class B does hit and runs like this on all the pretty students

Mirio

Crying from laughing

Your sides hurt

You gripped onto yourself as you leaned onto Mirio, cackling harder than you had in a while

He was retelling some jokes he’d gone over with Sir Nighteye at his internship today, regaling you, Tamaki, and Nejire with perfect one-liners and horrid puns

You all were laughing far too hard for this late at night

Tears pricked your eyes as you slapped at Mirio’s leg, gasping for breath you begged for a time out

You have the most contagious laugh, Mirio was positive his jokes only ever landed because you laughed at them so easily

When you finally caught your breath you sat up, rubbing giggly tears from your eyes

You gave a glance around the room and found Tamaki doing the same, though his tears were from the yawn he’d just given

All three of you watched Tamaki adorably shifts as he rubbed the tired from his eyes, something he flushed over when he’d finally noticed the attention

Nejire declared that meant bedtime and hopped from her seated position, pulling Tamaki along with her

In a matter of moments she was dragging the tired boy out of the room to their own dorms

You and Mirio chuckled at her antics before you too got up to get going

Mirio offered to walk you to your dorm, which wasn’t far down the hall, but he made such a show of it how could you say no?

Of course he spent the whole walk telling even more terrible jokes that continued to crack you up

By the time you’d gotten to your dorm you were so giggly you couldn’t see straight

Mirio waved as he turned and walked the 5 feet back to his own room

He then turned around and waved again, claiming he already misses you

You giggled at him and returned to your own room

He loved your laugh.

#Emile's Arts #BNHA X Reader #MHA X Reader #All Might #Toshinori Yagi #Present Mic #Hizashi Yamada #Yuga Aoyama #Mashirao Ojiro #Denki Kaminari #Katsuki Bakugo #Juzo Honenuki #Neito Monoma #Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum #Fat Gum #I was going to do Toga as well #But all it was going to be was crying over Magne cause that's my mood so #I'll write toga another time #BE THE CONTENT YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE TAG #I say that #and if I actually followed that I would write nothing but Monoma content all the time #and Inasa I should write more for Inasa #80% of these can also be seen as platonic because I didn't feel like doing much else #I apologize openly for Bakugo I was thinking of something highly specific #Also please know a good half of these with the students are General Studies Reader #or support course student reader #Because I didn't feel like thinking too hard about hero course reader #I am in a sit on the ground and cry for no reason mood tonight and so that is the content I create #Please enjoy. Send requests if you want to. I dunno man this is 99% for me

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il-ballo-della-vita-maneskin · 3 years

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Hiiii first, I'm totally in love with your blog...

Second I'm obsessed with that video of Damiano were he pulls vic all of the way of a motorcycle, could you do a imagine based in that and it turns in a argument with reader maybe fluff in the end just him being protective and all...

sorry it took me so long to write this, but here it finally is

i really hope this is somewhat what you wanted. i maybe have gone in a sliglty different direction, but i honestly couldn’t help myself, i really love mutual pinning, lol.

anyway, i hope you’ll like this, i had so much fun writing it and thanks for the request (if you have any more, send them in).

damiano david x reader

word count: 1802 (i think, lol)

warnings: mutual pinning, arguing, make out scene, cursing, maybe a little pathetic characters ng

gender of the reader: unspecified

You knew Damiano was next to you and that he was telling you something, but you didn’t pay much attention. You absentmindedly nodded your head while writing a message to Victoria to tell her you’ll be back soon.

It was already much later then you have expected it’ll be. Damiano and you had a meeting with some photographer, that will take pictures of the band. All of them were supposed to go, but none of them felt like going, so Vic asked you.

With your feelings for him clouding your thoughts and leaving you awake at night, you weren’t sure how clever of an idea was that. Though, it didn’t seem like he was enjoying it either. For quite some time now, he’s been acting distant, hasn’t really been talking to you. And it was the same way today. He barely said a word to…

A hand grabbed your forearm and yanked you aside, just as you had sent a message to Vic, to tell her you’ll be back soon. You raised your head to see what’s happening and a motorcycle passed by you. Judging by its speed, you knew that if you weren’t pulled away, you’d most likely be hit.

“What in the…” you murmured and turned to see who saved you, only to be met with Damiano’s furious gaze.

“What were you thinking!” he shouted too loudly and you flinched. The night was so quiet, with the humming of the wind as the only source of sound, and his raised voice was almost like an explosion.

“Don’t yell,” you said and jerked your hand away. His eyes crossed your body and you unintentionally held your breath. You could hear your heart beating rapidly and your mouth got dry. You felt like kicking yourself. What about him forced your body to react this way, as its only wish was closeness to him, as it only yearned for his touch and it couldn’t focus on anything but his presence?

It was remarkably irritating, really.

Especially now, when you didn’t even realize that he was talking to you, until his features changed into a frown.

“Are you even listening, Y/n?” he asked.

When he didn’t get a response, he heavily sighed and ran his hand through his hair. You wondered would it be like if you did the same thing.

“You are unfixable,” he said.

Thoughts about touching his hair vanished and your head suddenly cleared.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“It means, Y/n, that you can’t even not get yourself killed. You were on the middle of the fucking road! You could have died and you aren’t even bothered about it,” he said and got a step closer too you. Unlike usually, it didn’t wake a nauseous feeling, like someone removed earth under your feet. This time, it just angered you more. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t bottle up your feelings any more.

“Well, you wouldn’t be bothered even if that did happen, so you can stop already with that bullshit. Thank you for pulling me aside, but now we can just get back to the ignoring and not giving a fuck about each other, like recently. I assume you must miss it, after helping me and stuff. It’s a big deal, as you’re usually not able to be polite to me for a minute,” you said, surprised how steady and stony your voice sounded, despite the devouring ache in your chest. You wanted to hit him, push him, scream at him, pull him close, hold him, kiss him, but you stayed still.

“Oh, gladly! Tell me, do you want us to completely ignore each other despite being friends once, like you did for last couple of months, or do you think we could actually explain what our fucking problem is?” he said and raised his eyebrows at you mockingly.

“Don’t even try,” you said through gritted teeth. “It was you who stopped talking to me, you who pretended I’m not in the room and you who killed our friendship. Don’t blame it on me.”

He was dangerously close to you now and your brain only managed to process it when his breath fanned over your face. The realization left you breathless. It was like you couldn’t inhale properly and it made your head spin.

“Well, I do. I blame it on you, Y/n. If you weren’t- fuck,” he cut himself off and took a step back, his eyes purposely not meeting yours.

Despite air absence, you managed to crook out “What? If I weren’t what?”

Your feet twitched, begging you to run away. The way street illuminated his features, made his skin glow almost an ethereal shine and brought warmth and depth into his eyes seemed like too much. After having him so close, no matter that it was only due to a fight, you weren’t sure you could take it anymore. You needed to leave. Or you might do things you’ll regret later.

Though, your curiosity got the best of you, as it’s prone to do.

“Damiano? If I weren’t so what?” you said and now it was you who got dangerously close. You pulled his shoulder to force him to face you. When he turned, you were only inches away, but you managed to disregard the throbbing pain in your heart. If only you could lean a little closer…

“Stupid. That fucking motorcycle almost hit you! You were walking on the middle of the roadway. It could have hit you,” he first raised his voice, but then it got quieter. You could swear his face softened, but then every trace of that disappeared again.

“What were you fucking thinking? If you didn’t focus all your attention to sending messages, you would’ve heard it. Or heard me when i was calling you.”

You didn’t know how to answer him. You were already tired and this fight seemed needless.

“Look, Damiano. Can we just stop now? I was reckless, I suppose, alright. Thanks for not letting a motorcycle kill me, if that’s what you want to hear. Can we just go-“ you started but was cut off by Damiano: “That’s not what I want to hear! How can’t you see it, Y/n?” he said and only then have you realized how tired he looked. And somehow… sad.

Last few months, something in your relationship with Damiano changed. There was that constant tension when the two of you were in the room. Gradually, you grew apart. And you hated that. It might would’ve been easier for you to bury your uninvited feelings for him, but you loved Damiano. He was your close friend and you didn’t want to lose him.

You blamed him for fall of your friendship, for the hole he left in your heart, yet it never occurred to you that it might be just as hard for him. You knew friendships sometimes fade and there in no one to blame for that. But you refused to let it happen with you and Damiano. Even if you needed to sacrifice your own feelings. Maybe, after some time, they will disappear.

“I don’t want you to thank me. I just… be more careful. I- “but he stopped. You wanted to urge him to continue. But you resisted.

“Alright,” you said. “Let’s just get back.”

You needed to fight the tears. It felt so bitter, saying goodbye. But it was better to part from your emotions than from him, right?

He grabbed your hand. You turned your head to face him again. His scent was so familiar, every little part of his face you knew better than your own. His dark eyes looked at yours, but something in them changed. His gaze wasn’t angry anymore, but some new determination found its way into it.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, almost whispered. A sad smile formed on his lips, as if every word hurt him. “I just… I don’t want you to get hurt. I got scared and… I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want you to be hit by a motorcycle.”

“I don’t want you to be hit by a motorcycle either,” you said, before you could stop yourself. You wondered why did you say something so stupid, even though it was true, but it was too late. Though, on your surprise, he lowly chuckled.

The sound was so beautiful it put you in a daze, but you soon joined him. You were laughing for some time, the sound spreading through the chilly air of the night and filling the empty street. Though, he got serious again.

“But I really am sorry, Y/n. For acting the way I did for last few months. I wish I could say I didn’t mean to push you away, but that’s exactly what I wanted. I- “

The said smile stretched his lips again. It didn’t fit him. You preferred his laughter from few moments ago.

“I suppose I care about motorcycle not hitting you more than as for the other people.”

Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest.

It maybe didn’t mean anything, of course. You were close friends, that was probably what he implied to.

Though, you could wait no longer to find out.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

But he didn’t kiss you back.

You could feel something inside of you breaking as you backed away quickly, and you knew it was something vital. You fucked this up, you just ruined…

His hands grabbed your face and pulled you to him. Your lips collided with such force it made you lose your balance. But he held you tight and you placed your arms around your neck, as in wish to pull him closer, though it was impossible.

His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey he had at the meeting with the photographer, his tongue fought for the dominance with your own. Your teeth clashed in the kiss so passionate and hungry, yet capable of showing how much you needed each other, to make known all of your hidden wishes and pains.

His fingers pressed your waist, so hardly you were sure you’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. Yours were pulling at his hair, which made him shiver and deepen the kiss even more. You could feel his heart beat and chest heavily ascending and descending against yours.

You slowly dragged your fingers on the back of his neck and into his t-shirt, but you needed to pull apart when you lost your breath.

It spun in front of your eyes and you couldn’t even see him clearly. But you could very well see the grin on his face and it brought the alike on your face.

You placed your head in the crook of his neck. His arms embraced you and he was about to say something when your phone buzzed.

The message was from Victoria: You will come back soon, huh? Well, I guess you and Damiano are busy

i know this went in quite different direction, but i hope you still like it<3

Love, Ri✨

P.S. imagine requests are open, so feel free to send requests, i really like getting them (and sorry if it takes me a while to answer to you!)

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silv3rswirls · 3 years

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Anon asks: Hey there, love! Can you write an angst drabble about yoongi having a hard time finding balance between work and relationship? It can have a fluffy ending if you want to but hit me right in the feels while you're at it please. ⊂(◉‿◉)つ I hope you're comfortable with the idea. Thanks ❤️ Lovely blog you got here. ❤️

Thank you for requesting. Angst is one of my favorite things to write, so I was happy to do this!

Pairing: Min Yoongi/reader

Summary: Struggling to balance work and his relationship, Yoongi realizes he may loose you for good.

Warnings: Angst, breakups

Word Count: 2k

Dating an idol was never easy. Dating Min Yoongi, despite being a dream, always had its ups and downs. Unfortunately, it seems that most of your relationship the past few months had only been downs. Balancing work was hard and sometimes Yoongi struggled with it more than he liked to admit, but the last few months have been worse. Missing dates and important days with you, forgetting to call you back, or just ignoring you outright. Yoongi didn’t seem to notice the shift, or if he did he didn’t say anything about it. It made you wonder if it was intentional at times if he just wanted to ignore you or drive you away because he was too afraid to just come out and say he didn’t want you around anymore. You knew from the beginning that dating would be hard, Yoongi made it painfully clear that you would never have a normal relationship. It wouldn’t be like a fairytale in the movies. He was an idol, adored by millions, and constantly caught up in his work and passion.

It would always be hectic, but you didn’t mind. You loved Yoongi and took on the challenge and made it work for so long. You both always made time for one another. Early in the morning when he would kiss you goodbye, on lunch breaks filled with phone calls or texts. His days off always came so far and few in-between but you both planned and looked forward to them. It feels like it’s been months since he’s taken a day off. When he comes home you’re long asleep and mornings no longer felt like fluttering dreams where he’d kiss you and talk before leaving. You tried to hold on, remind yourself that things always bounced back. It was just a rough patch.

But you were getting tired of waiting. It was lonely, discouraging to just sit and wait for him. You went about your life as usual with his absence nagging at the back of your mind. Today you decided to stop by and see him for lunch. The two of you hadn’t actually seen each other in about a week, so you figured bringing him some lunch and sitting down to talk would be good.

Yoongi hadn’t quite felt that way. You had knocked and come in to find him at his computer, eyes glued to the screen as he worked. “Hey, I brought-”

“I’m busy Y/n” Yoongi cut in, not looking away from his work.

“I know, but you’ve been working nonstop the way few weeks, I thought it would be nice to have lunch-”

“Y/n, I’m busy” Yoongi repeated, sparing a glance back at you. It was more a glare.

“Yoongi you need to take a break- we need to talk.” You argued, setting the food down and coming up to him. “Things haven’t been the best between us and I think-”

“Things would be fine if you just left me alone” Yoongi huffed, “I’m busy, you know that.”

“Things wouldn’t be fine! They haven’t been for months!”

Yoongi finally tore himself away from his work, turning to face you with knitted eyebrows and a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“Please, don’t act like you haven’t been ignoring the past few months!”

“Are you kidding me Y/n?” Yoongi scoffed, “I can’t drop work just to spend time with you whenever you want. Do you know how much I have to do? All the pressure that’s on Bangtan right now?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “For three months? We’ve barely had a conversation, I can’t even remember the last time you kissed me!” Both your faces were beginning to heat up in anger, “I know you’re busy and I’ve been so understanding of it for so long, but you’ve taken things to a new level!”

“You knew what you signed up for when we got together,” Yoongi argued.

“I didn’t sign up for this Yoongi! You ignore all of my calls and texts and when you do have time off you’re with the boys. You don’t even come home half the time! I didn’t sign up for you to ignore me every minute of the day! What happened? We were balancing things great, why did you change? Do you not care about our relationship anymore? Too much trouble for you to just try?”

“Maybe it is!” Yoongi snapped.

Your eyes widened at his outburst, taken back that he would say something like that. “Well, I’m sorry that you feel that way” you dug your nails into the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry for asking for the bare minimum from you.”

“Just leave Y/n” Yoongi waved you off. “You just want to start arguments right now, I don't have time for this.”

“Yoongi-”

“Go! Just leave me alone Y/n!”

You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding as he turned back to work. You grabbed your, stopping to look back at him before leaving. He didn’t look back, just kept working. “Bye Yoongi.”

You sniffled as you made your way out of the building, tears threatening to spill as you tried to keep yourself composed. You kept your head down as you hurried through the lobby, wanting to escape the public eye as soon as possible. “Oh, Y/n!” You slowed your steps as you noticed Taehyung heading your way. “Come to see Yoongi?”

“Please Tae, now isn’t a good time.”

“Are you okay?”

“I- yeah, everything's just fine.” Taehyung frowned, grabbing at your sleeve to pull you aside to sit.

“Why are you crying?”

“It’s just- Yoongi and I, we…” You sighed, unable to figure what to say. “We got into an argument and I think….I think it’s time we break up.” You admitted, a rush of tears falling from your eyes.

“What?” Taehyung’s face shifted from concern to confusion, “but you guys have been together for so long-”

“Well, he made it very clear that he doesn’t have time for this relationship anymore. I’m sorry Tae I need to go back to the apartment, I don’t want to be there when he gets home.” You admitted. You didn’t give Taehyung a chance to say anything more, afraid of breaking down any farther if you stayed to talk.

He never said he wanted to break up with you, but you couldn’t see anything changing even after this argument. He had been so nonchalant, still so absorbed with his work to even talk to you. You went home, waiting around for the afternoon. A little shred of hope that he would come home hung in your mind. He will come home, you told yourself, he’ll come and we’ll fix things. You waited and waited, tried to call him once but was met with his voicemail. It was beginning to get dark when you decided to call it quits, calling a friend to stay with and packing your things. You sat down on the bed, your things resting at your feet as you waited for your friend to show up. Holly pawed at your leg, prompting you to frown at the little dog. “Sorry for leaving you alone Holly” you sighed, reaching down to scratch his head. “Don’t worry, Yoongi will be home for you soon.” You looked around the room, thinking about all the lonely nights you had spent staying away and waiting for Yoongi to come home just so you could talk to him. You always fell asleep though, or he was too tired to talk.

You sniffled, feeling a new wave of sadness strike your body as you started to think about the good times the two of you used to have. Lazy afternoons cuddling and talking, dinners made together or evenings spent getting ready to go out together. It felt like years since you had that feeling with him.

Your phone lit up and you stood, grabbing your bag and leaving Holly with one last pet. You texted Yoongi as you headed out.

I’m leaving, won’t bother you again.

Don’t forget to come home and see Holly.

Bye.

You thought maybe he would text you after that, sitting in your friend’s car hoping to feel your phone buzz with his name. It never did.

After leaving that night you never went back. He tried to call a few times, but after a few days of ignoring him, he stopped. You were staying with your friend, for now, looking for your own place in your spare time. You continued working and living normally, you had already grown used to Yoongi’s absence in your life. It didn’t mean you didn’t miss him though. It hurt that you had to leave him so quickly, but things had been so bad for so long. Fixing them didn’t feel like an option anymore, especially after he said it was too much trouble to try. You didn’t care if he truly meant it or not, it still cut deep. You had your bad days. Days where you would go through your life sluggishly, sensitive to all the memories that still ran fresh with Yoongi.

Today was one of those days. You had just gotten off of work not long ago and we’re planning to head to a restaurant to grab some dinner before going home. It was on the way to the apartment, and it had always been one of your favorites. It had been just over a month since the last time you saw Yoongi and you thought grabbing your favorite dinner would help you feel better.

You were wrong because he was there.

Yoongi was sitting with Namjoon and Hoseok just across the restaurants, towards the corner quietly talking and eating. You were sitting at a little table near the windows, debating whether to leave or not. You had already ordered before you noticed them, so you decided to just wait it out and hope they left soon and didn’t recognize you. Seeing him brought a stab to your heart, almost bridging tears to your eyes as you distracted yourself on your phone.

“Y/n?” You closed your eyes, setting your phone down. Yoongi’s voice was quiet despite the fairly empty restaurant.

“Yoongi.”

You looked up, your first mistake. Yoongi was staring at you with wide eyes, almost disbelieving that he had really run into you. “Y/n, uh- can I sit?” He asked, taking a seat with you nodded. “You never answered my calls…”

“I couldn’t talk to you.”

“I know...I don’t blame you” Yoongi sighed, “but I just wanted you to know that I...I didn’t mean what I said to you.” He sighed, “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

You shook your head, “It wasn’t just that Yoongi. Things had been falling apart for months, you just never noticed.”

“I know, I know” Yoongi rushed to say, “I realized that after you left...Taehyung and the others told me. Said I wasn’t treating you right.”

“You weren’t.” You sniffled. “I don’t understand why. I was always so patient for you, I understand that you were busy, but you just kept getting more and more distant.”

“You were amazing, I got too comfortable I guess, and just- I never stopped caring about you Y/n. I promise I didn’t. I loved you- I still love you and I want to make it right again-”

“Can you promise me things will change?” You asked. “Can you promise me?”

He stayed silent, staring at you with unsure eyes. You scoffed, moving to grab your bag and leave, only for him to grab your hand gently. “Wait Y/n-”

“Yoongi, I can’t go back to what we were! I can’t do it, I’m sorry.”

“Y/n please, I-I can’t promise things will always be perfect with us. We both knew that things would be hard, but the way I acted towards you, I promise I will never hurt you that way again.” His eyes shined with tears, and once threatened to fall at the corner of his eye. “I can promise to try my best for you, to be a better boyfriend. Please, let me try to fix thighs Y/n, please don’t want away.”

“Yoongi,” you whispered, biting on your cheek as you tried to steady your breathing. “I just need time Yoongi, let me think about all this.”

He nodded solemnly, “call me if you want to talk.”

“Maybe.” You spoke, pulling away to leave. Yoongi sat alone for a second, watching you hurry out.

He wasn’t sure if you would call, but he prayed that you did.

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks!

°•°•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞?•°•°•

HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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You’re Beautiful (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

Word Count: 4,784

Warnings: SMUT, slight angst, bullying, my shit writing, Kuroo being too damn hot

Summary: Despite how much you loved him, you couldn’t handle the constant bullying that came with dating one of the most sought after males at your school. The constant harassment from Kuroo’s fans ended with you breaking up with him. But when Kuroo founds out the truth... well he does everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of.

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Anonymous said:

Hiii 🦊 Rachel here! Could I please request a scenario in which kuroo s/o has been being constantly bullied by kuroo's fangirls during months to the point in which her self confidence is almost crushed but she remain silent and decides to try yo break Up with him?. She appears the Next day at school wearing sexy clothes and make up to make them believe she Split Up with him seriosly. But kuroo notices what's happening and reassures her? Smut ending please if possible!! Thank u so much!! 😊

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Anonymous said:

Can I please request a scenario where Kuroo helps his gf relieve her stress by giving her his full attention and worshipping her? She’s also very insecure. He walks in the room to find her staring at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and looking sad (insecure about her body). No need for angst though! She beams the moment he flirts with her and call her kitten. Soft!dom vibes with lots of dirty talk and praise (and maybe cockwarming?). Thank you 🥺 ily and your blog btw

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I decided to put these two requests together since they both fall into the same category! I hope you enjoy this one Rachel and anon!

Sorry it took so long for me to write! I think I do a terrible job at writing characters as a dom so I apologize in advance if it wasn’t what you guys were wanting! As always please let me know what you guys think:)

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“- I don’t understand.” Kuroo’s frown deepened, his fingers clenching and unclenching into fists at his side.

You had an audience, the soft whispers of people passing by curled around your ear like the wind.

You knew exactly what they were talking about, what they will be talking about for the next couple of weeks.

“Y/n why are you breaking up with me?” he pressed further, his tall frame taking a step closer to you.

“I told you.” Your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears, despite the mental preparation you had to do before.

Hell, there was no amount of mental preparation that could prepare you for something like this.

Kuroo’s annoyed and calculating expression shifted dramatically, hurt and confusion clouded his face, his large hand reached out towards you, causing you to take a step back, your arms wrapping around your body.

You wanted to curl into yourself, to disappear completely so you didn’t have to see Kuroo’s pained expression.

“That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense! We were doing great! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to go out with me! So why… why all of a sudden -”

“I told you.” You stressed, cutting him off immediately. “I don’t want to be with someone who only focuses on their club activities. You never have time for me, you’re always so busy with your stupid club. I can’t do this anymore.”

Lies.

They were all lies.

But you… you had to make this work, you had to make this hurt, or else… or else you knew he would never leave you alone.

The whispering around you got louder, the large smirks from the girls amongst the crowd pierced into your heart.

But not as much as this.

Kuroo’s expression ripped your heart in two.

This hurt like hell.

“Your team is waiting for you Kuroo.” You said quietly, ignoring the ache in your chest as he visibly flinched at the use of his surname, something you never called him. “I’ll see you around.”

You turned to walk away, resisting the urge to look back at the tall male. You could feel tears stinging at your eyes as you rushed out of the school gates, it was probably a mistake to do this right after class; catching him right before he went into volleyball practice.

It honestly was all a mistake but… you didn’t have a choice.

You were suddenly yanked back, causing you to stumble about.

“That was quite the show.” a familiar voice drawled out, you flinched as you scrambled away from the group of girls that were staring you down.

The group of girls that caused this mess.

“It was smart of you to break up with him. Kuroo-san belongs to all of us, not just you. You ugly girl.” She sneered. “Who would want you anyway? Kuroo-san was just dating you out of pity, I bet he just wanted a quick lay. Since you’re that easy.”

You could feel your lower lip tremble, the tears that were already gathered in your eyes threatening to spill over.

“Well it’s done, just leave me alone now.” You mumbled, walking away.

As soon as you were a safe distance away, tears began pouring down your face.

The flood of emotions you were experiencing was something like no other. The pain that you felt deep within your chest was excruciating, and all you could see behind your lids as you wiped at your eyes was Kuroo’s hurt expression.

You were lucky enough that your mother wasn’t home, she wouldn’t be home for the next couple of days due to a business trip.

Which meant you could cry your heart out in peace.

No amount of mental preparation prepared you for this. For the hurt that you had caused the person you loved the most, for the hurt that you were experiencing from the constant cruelty of those girls.

It was all too much.

By the time you had finally finished crying it was late at night, and you found yourself in front of your bathroom mirror.

They were right, you were an ugly girl, why would Kuroo want to be with someone like you?

It was always a question that lingered in the back of your mind when Kuroo confessed to you. It was strange wasn’t it? He was quite possibly the most perfect human being you had ever met, so why would he want to be with you?

“Since you’re that easy.”

You shook your head from the comment, Kuroo was your first for everything; memories that you would cherish forever, even if you were no longer with him.

You at least knew that comment wasn’t true, Kuroo wasn’t a cruel person, there was no way he would have thought of you that way.

The person you were looking at in the mirror wasn’t someone you recognized. A stranger in your own skin, your eyes flickered to every inch of your insecurities, your body shrinking down.

You couldn’t go on like this, something had to change.

****

“W-What are you wearing Y/n-chan?” Yaku asked, face flushed, as he took in your uniform.

You were lucky enough to have arrived at school without any encounters with those girls and Kuroo. But you were unlucky in the fact that you were in the same class as Kuroo and Yaku.

“D-Does it look bad?” You asked, carefully tugging at the hem of your skirt.

“No but… you never wear anything that short… I’m just not used to seeing you like that… are you wearing makeup?” Yaku looked at you in surprise, the pink in his cheeks never fading.

You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, your head ducking down in embarrassment as you nodded.

This was so uncomfortable; you were completely out of your element right now.

You had opted for the shorter uniform skirt today, something that was completely different than your usual knee length one. Your legs had never been so exposed at school before.

The makeup… well, you hardly ever wore makeup, it wasn’t like you were wearing a whole lot of it, but just enough to make you feel just a tad less insecure about yourself.

“Kuroo is gonna flip when he -” Yaku shut his mouth immediately; eyes casting away from you.

That’s right.

He had almost forgotten that you had broken up with him yesterday, and from the slight fall of your face, maybe you had forgotten too.

“You know… Kuroo was devastated when he came into practice yesterday, he made us do twice as many drills, got upset over the littlest things…” Yaku trailed off, glancing over at you briefly. “We didn’t know what had happened until Lev said something about it. News travels fast around here huh?” he joked weakly.

“Just news that involves your golden boy.” you said quietly, your eyes trained on your folded hands that rested on your desk.

Yaku turned his body completely towards you now. “Y/n-chan what happened? Why did you -” the classroom door suddenly opened, and in walked the golden boy himself.

He looked… exhausted, sad.

The tiny piece that you were able to fix in your heart shattered once again, leaving you empty and achy inside.

This was all your fault.

His exhaustion, his sadness, that was all you.

You could feel his eyes flickering over to your form, but you didn’t dare meet his gaze, you settled for pulling out one of your books from your bag; eyes focused on the page, although, you couldn’t even comprehend what it was you were reading.

His shadow loomed over you as he paused next to your desk. It was only for a couple of seconds before he sighed loudly, taking his seat behind Yaku.

Fuck today was going to be a long day.

****

The next couple of days were routine now, Yaku would attempt to make small talk with you, struggling each and every time to ask you what had happened between you and Kuroo, and each time it ended with Kuroo entering the classroom and standing near your desk before sighing loudly and leaving.

Despite the fact that it was becoming routine, it still wasn’t easy. None of it was, the only easy thing was that those pesky girls in his fan club left you alone, at least you got relief from that.

Until today.

Of course, it would be when you were walking home that they would approach you, no one in sight.

“You really think that dressing up and wearing makeup is going to make you pretty?” one of them scoffed, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “You’re still ugly, you did Kuroo-san a favor by dumping him, who would want to be with someone as hideous as you?”

You gritted your teeth, your hands tightening around the strap of your bag as you attempted to step around them, only for them to get in your way once more.

They were cornering you now.

“I did what you asked, why do you keep bothering me?” you asked quietly, pleading almost.

“Because you took him away from us all those months ago. Kuroo-san has never and will never be yours. It honestly was such a bitchy thing for you to do Y/n. You really think that by just breaking up with him you would be let off the hook? Wrong.”

Your quiet demeanor never faltered; you were desperate to go home though. So you tried stepping around them once again, only to be shoved back into another one of the girls.

They were laughing at you as they shoved you about, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back, to stand up for yourself.

You just… you just let it happen.

You probably deserved it anyway, right?

For breaking Kuroo’s heart.

You deserved all of it, right?

“Hey!”

Everyone froze, yourself included. You knew that voice all too well, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to pool in your eyes.

Cool fingers clasped at your wrist, carefully yanking you away from the group of girls that were now cowering in front of the tall male that stood before them.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Kenma peered at you in concern, carefully releasing his grip on you. You nodded, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

“K-Kuroo-san! We were just teaching her a lesson! She hurt you, didn’t she? We were just trying to protect you!” one of the girl’s pleaded.

You had never seen Kuroo like this. He was genuinely angry, his eyes all but turning into slits as he glared down at the group of girls who were nearly in tears at this point.

“From what I heard, you guys are the reason that Y/n broke up with me.” he said, tone deep and dark. “From what I saw… well… girls like you absolutely disgust me.” he sneered.

“K-Kuroo-san.” one of them began to cry.

“From now on stay away from me, and stay away from Y/n. If I catch you guys anywhere near her then we’re going to have some problems. Understand?” he stood incredibly tall; his arms folded across his chest as he stared down at the group of girls.

It was silent for a moment and then whimpers and loud cries began to erupt from the group, all of them running off.

As soon as they were out of sight Kuroo slumped down, sighing tiredly as his large hand ran down his face, rubbing off whatever emotions he was feeling. But then he was turning to face you, concern clouding his eyes as he walked closer.

“Are you hurt?” he murmured softly, one of his fingers gently sliding against your cheek, his eyes flickering across your face.

You shook your head, but you could feel oncoming tears beginning to pool. You desperately wanted to throw yourself into his arms at this point.

But Kuroo knew you too well, he recognized the look on your face and his hand slid down to grasp yours.

“Let’s go.” he said. “Kenma I’m going to take Y/n home. Walk home without me.” his eyes glanced over at his friend who nodded, waving goodbye to the two of you before taking his leave.

For the most part, the trip home was entirely quiet, you two hadn’t addressed anything that had happened at the school, or what had happened in the days prior. It was mostly small talk, but you felt lighter somehow.

Kuroo brought the best out of you, he was your better half; his mere presence brought a sense of calm to the raging storm inside of you.

He also had never let go of your hand.

Maybe it was because of what happened earlier, or maybe it was an unconsciousness thing, but you were grateful for it.

His hand was large and warm, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of your hand, it was entirely soothing.

But now your anxiety was through the roof as you approached your front door, pausing to retrieve the keys from your bag.

Would he go?

Would he want to come in?

Would he want answers?

Would you guys get back together?

“Y/n....” Kuroo stared down at you intensely, his face nothing but serious. “Can we talk?”

Fuck. Maybe it was all of the above.

You bit your lip, nodding before you guys stepped into your house.

“Where’s your mom?” Kuroo asked casually, slipping off his shoes.

“She’s on a business trip, she’ll be back on Saturday.” you said quietly. Kuroo said nothing back as you guys made your way to your room. Silence engulfing you completely, the air thick with tension.

“Do you really not want to be with me anymore?” Kuroo asked as soon as you guys got settled in. There was no room for small talk now, he had jumped to the point immediately.

“Or did you break up with me because of those girls?” he asked, his eyes never leaving your form.

“They’ve been… they’ve been harassing me since we got together, it got really bad recently…” you trailed off, ignoring the dark look that crossed over his face for a moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was incredibly soft now, his expression gentle. “I would’ve done something about it.”

“I don’t know.” you whimpered out, the tears that you had been holding back since school finally spilled over. “They were your fans… you’re so amazing, I didn’t want them to think badly of you. They’re right, you know. Why would someone like you want someone like me? I’m not very pretty or smart, I’m not passionate like you are… they said I was only dragging you down. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore. So, I - I had to break up with you, had to hurt you enough so that you wouldn’t try pursuing me anymore.”

At this point you were full on sobbing, blabbering your confession. The words just leaked out, there was no point in stopping now, not like you could anyway.

“I didn’t mean what I said about the team either. I just said that to hurt your feelings. I love that you’re so dedicated to your team and volleyball, I love how hard you work towards your goals. You’re so good at what you do. I’m so sorry Kuroo. I’m so sorry.” you choked out, another sob tearing through your lips as you desperately tried wiping away the ongoing flow of tears.

Your eyes were incredibly blurry, your loud crying and hiccups were the only sound that could be heard in the room. You hadn’t even registered that Kuroo had gotten off your bed until you were being yanked into a warm chest. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, crushing you to his body.

Warmth seeped into your being, radiated off of his chest and into yours. Your nose was filled with the scent of Kuroo, familiar and perfect as you buried your face deeper into his chest.

He caged you against his body, the strong grip he had only tightening further; his large hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing your hysteria until there were only soft hiccups and sniffles.

You weren’t sure how long Kuroo held you for, but you didn’t care. You never wanted to leave his arms.

He was solid, so strong and warm; grounding you to this moment. You could only think of him, as he was right now, and as you were right now. Right now, this moment was perfect.

Right now, you knew that you would never stop loving Kuroo Tetsurou.

“I wish you would’ve told me about those girls earlier.” he finally spoke, his voice was calm, the movement of his hands never stopping against your back. “At least you’re telling me now. But…” his hands gently pulled you away from his body. His eyes burned as they stared into your own, the intensity of his gaze took your breath away, he had never looked at you like that before.

“You’re seriously stupid if you think any of that is true. Not pretty? Not smart? Dragging me down? Holding me back? That’s not true.” He cupped your face carefully, titling your head back slightly, forcing your eyes to only stare at him.

“You’re the kindest person I know. You’re so beautiful, you have no idea how many of the guys at our school wanted to go out with you. You’re the top of our class, did you forget that you’re in the college prep class? You’re incredibly smart. You’ve never dragged me down; you’ve never held me back. You make me want to be better, you make me want to work harder. If I don’t have you by my side… then what’s the point to any of it?” his voice was deep and fierce, full of fiery passion as he stared down at you.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Of course, I love you, I never stop-” Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, kissing you fiercely and urgently.

You whimpered loudly, fingers gripping at the front of his uniform tightly as you surrendered yourself to his kiss.

Every ounce of his feelings for you were being poured into this kiss, it was searing, burning you completely as he nipped and sucked at your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth easily.

It was wet and hot as he massaged the pink muscle in your mouth with his own, and you could only take it, clinging to him desperately as you tried to keep up with his pace.

You hadn’t even realized that he was taking steps back until your world shifted, Kuroo easily pulling you down onto his lap as he sat on your bed. You held yourself up, knees pressing into the soft mattress on either side of his hips.

“You’re mine.” he breathed against your mouth, the hand that was resting on your back trailed down towards your exposed legs. His fingers curled around the back of your upper thigh, skimming against the band of the thigh highs that you wore.

“I can’t believe you started wearing these tiny little skirts to school. I hated the way other guys would look at you whenever you left the classroom… and the makeup? Who were you trying to impress?” he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before trailing his mouth against the underside of your jaw, and down your throat.

“I - ahh - I just wanted to…” your fingers slid into his hair; eyes fluttering shut as his tongue flickered out to taste your skin. “Feel good about myself.”

He pulled away from you, his lips swollen, and pupils blown as he stared at you. “You’re gorgeous, you don’t need to make yourself up like that. I’ll make you feel good.”

Kuroo began tugging the clothes off of your guys’ body, easily tossing them to the floor until you were both bare.

His lips parted as his eyes wandered to every inch of your skin, greedily taking in all of your pretty curves. You were his, he’d never let anyone else have you, he’d never let anyone else see you like this. Sprawled out on top of the bed, face flushed a beautiful pink, your knees bent as your feet sat flat against the sheets, your core entirely exposed to him.

You were dripping, cunt glistening and begging to be touched.

“It’s embarrassing.” you whispered, face heating up as you took in the way he stared openly at your exposed lower half. You moved to clamp your legs shut, only for his large hands to grab your knees, ripping them apart easily, exposing you further.

“What’s so embarrassing about a boyfriend wanting to stare at his beautiful girlfriend?” he asked, eyebrow raising, a small smirk grazed his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good, kitten.”

His face sank lower, the hands that were resting on your knees sliding down until they curled around the back of your upper thighs, pushing them further apart and up.

His nose brushed against your mound and then you felt his hot breath blowing against your center, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips, your fingers gripping at the sheets below.

“Thank you for the meal.” he smirked against you, eyes flickering towards you before his mouth enveloped you completely.

You cried out.

Kuroo’s mouth was like a furnace as he lapped at your cunt carefully, flattening his tongue against your soaked entrance before flicking it up towards your swollen bundle of nerves.

The pink muscle easily swirled against your clit, lazy almost, before dipping back into your slit, moving in and out of you perfectly.

Your chest was heaving at this point, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his already messy hair, urging him closer.

His grip on your thighs tightened, his tongue moving against you faster as he felt you drip onto his tongue.

“Tetsurou.” you whimpered. “I’m close, so close.” you slurred, the familiar tightness within your belly coiling rapidly.

Kuroo pulled himself away immediately, a loud whine tearing through your lips.

“N-No! Why did you stop?” You cried out, the tightness residing immediately, the dull ache of your cunt begging for more attention, for release.

Kuroo stood above you, a devilish grin stretching across his face as you whined pitifully at him. One of the hands that was gripping your thigh suddenly came down, swatting at your swollen cunt with a sharp sting.

You cried out in surprise as your body jolted with pleasure. His fingers gently running up and down your soaked folds, pressing down gently against your bundle of nerves.

“I know I said I would make you feel good, but… there needs to be some kind of punishment too. Since you tried breaking up with me, and you kept secrets from me.” he chuckled, his eyes held nothing but warmth though, filled to the brim with love and lust.

Suddenly Kuroo was hauling you up, easily pulling you back onto his lap, you could feel his hard member rubbing against the curve of your ass and then he was shifting you up once more and - another loud cry tore through your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you completely.

The stretch burned as you struggled to accommodate his size, you would never get to this stretch, to him being buried deep inside of you.

He hushed you tenderly, his lips pressing gently against your temple. His breath came out in hot, wet pants against the side of your neck.

“Look at you.” he breathed, his eyes focused on the mirror that was propped against your wall, facing your bed. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. Look at how well you take my cock kitten.”

Your eyes were screwed closed as you struggled to adjust to the new intrusion in your body. When you finally opened your eyes a loud mewl tore through your swollen lips.

Kuroo had your back pressed tightly against his chest, your legs hung over the side of his muscular thighs, his thick member buried deep in your cunt.

The scene before you was incredibly lewd. The way your pussy lips were stretched around his thick cock was on full display, your bare body covered in sweat and flushed red. The dazed look on your face and the tears gathering in your eyes; it was too much.

Kuroo had his chin resting against your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he took in every inch of you.

“S-So embarrassing.” You whined again, attempting to turn your face away so you no longer had to stare at yourself in the mirror.

Kuroo wasn’t having any of that, his strong fingers gripped your chin easily, forcing your head back towards the front.

“Don’t look away.” he commanded into the shell of your ear. “I want you to watch.” he began moving, his hips bucking up, sliding in and out of your velvety walls. “I want you to see how absolutely perfect you are. I want you to see how well you take my cock, I want you to see yourself cum. I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

Your lips were parted, moans spilling out of your mouth as you watched the way your breasts moved with each hard thrust of his hips, the way your cunt stretched around his swollen member that continuously disappeared inside of your body.

“You make the sweetest faces. Fuck look at how wet you are for me kitten.” Kuroo groaned lowly into your ear, his tongue flickering out against the skin. His eyes never left your form, cat-like and dangerous as you took what he gave you.

“Do you hear that?” he murmured lowly. “Fuck you’re so soaked for me.” over the rustling of sheets and your moans the soft squelching noises of your soaked cunt could be heard.

“Should I make you cum?” he breathed, his hand reaching down, his fingers brushing against your parted folds that were stretched tightly around his cock. His eyes were glued to the obscene image before him, memorized with the way you engulfed him completely.

“Please.” you sobbed, overstimulated tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Tetsu, please.”

He moaned softly, fingers reaching up to rub at your clit.

It didn’t take long before you began unraveling, from the quick swipes of his fingers against your bundle of nerves, from the way that his member filled you to the brim, reaching a devastating depth within you, it was no wonder you were reaching your end so quickly.

You watched as your cunt gushed around him, trickling down his balls and staining the sheets below.

“Fuck.” he hissed, teeth sinking into your bare shoulder as you convulsed against him. You were panting, crying at the rush of pleasure still coursing through your body.

Kuroo stayed buried inside of you, waiting for you to catch your breath, your walls fluttering around him. He wouldn’t last long. But he needed you to cum again.

“Give me another one kitten, I know you can do it.” he cooed, and then his hips started jack hammering into your core, hard and fast as his fingers worked against your clit once again.

It was too much, overstimulating, sharp and biting, and you took it all.

You sobbed loudly as your end approached, faster this time, but far more devastating. Especially when you felt his release, Kuroo painted your insides a beautiful white as he spilled himself deep within your core.

You could feel your ears ringing, vaguely registering his gentle praises as he stretched you across the bed, sliding out of your puffy and swollen cunt carefully. You could feel his warmth seeping out, trailing down the length of your legs, but you were far too exhausted to care, to clean up.

He pulled the sheets over your body pulling you against his sweaty chest, his strong fingers brushing away the hair that clung to the sides of your face.

“I love you.” he breathed, a gentle smile covering his lips as he gazed down at you. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You sighed softly, a sweet smile grazing your lips as you stared back at him. “I love you Tetsu. I don’t ever want to be without you again.” you nuzzled your face into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body tightly.

“I didn’t spend all that time convincing you to go out with me for you to leave so quickly. You’re stuck with me, and my stupid club.” he grinned at you.

“That’s okay. I really missed spending time with Kenma.”

“Oi.”

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guiding you home : b.b

after many years, bucky found the perfect gift for your birthday even if you were no longer around to see it. (1.5k)

okay so it’s angsty - i found this on my other blog and initially intended to write fluff tonight, but ended up with this oops (warnings: character death, funeral, general sad angst)

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“Go on, open it,” Bucky can’t stop the smile spreading across his face as you sit upright in bed, taking the small bag from him as you eagerly remove the tissue paper.

“You’ve outdone yourself once again, Buck.” You chuckle, motioning to the effort he has put into the packaging before you lift out a framed image.

Watching you closely, Bucky can see the light in your eyes twinkle, something he’s loved since he first met you. “What do you think?” Bucky asks after a long pause as you carefully eye the framed image in your grasp.

Averting your gaze from the photo, tears glisten in your eyes. “You really did this, for me?” Your voice cracks as Bucky leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek as he softly chuckles.

“I know how much you love them, doll. I had to get you one.” He tells you before leaning in to kiss you, never wanting to let go.

Until Bucky opens his eyes as gentle purrs sound against his neck bring him back to reality.

Forcing himself upright, Bucky glances to the bare side of the bed, still untouched. “Just a dream.” He mumbles to himself, burying his head in his hands whilst Apline jumps off. “It was just a dream.” He repeats, despite the fact it felt so real. It felt like you were there with him, like old times.

As the morning carries on, all Bucky can think about is your reaction. His dream didn’t do it justice, he couldn’t feel the warmth of your skin or the bitterness of your tears against his lips. All he wants is to hold you close, and never let you go.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Steve knocks on the ajar door, stepping through to see Bucky sat in front of your old dressing table.

Your makeup and perfume remain untouched as the dust begins to collect on the items, but your scent still lingers.

“I, I’ll be a minute.” Bucky replies in a hushed tone, not even lifting his gaze from the framed photograph of you and him from your third anniversary, stood outside of your new home with keys in hand. Both of you unaware you wouldn’t make it to Christmas when he had planned to propose.

“Okay, just, we’re all here, you know.” Steve comments with a tight-lipped smile, watching as his oldest friend silently nods before the door closes, leaving Bucky with his thoughts once more.

“Thank you all for coming,” Bucky starts as everyone stands with him in the beach as waves crash in the distant. “this was Y/n’s favourite place to visit, even if she complained about the amount of sand that would end up in her clothes or shoes, or moan about it in my metal arm once we got home.” He chuckles, and a series of soft laughter follows suit.

Looking past everyone Bucky smiles as the moonlight reflects against the ripples of the ocean. It was nights like these that always felt special between you both, moments where no one else mattered, whatever was said was kept between you and the sea.

“But regardless, she loved it here.” Bucky carries on, picturing you beside him, holding his hand and squeezing it tightly. “On one of our first real dates outside of the compound, Y/n told me about her love for the stars and the universe. How everything happened for a reason.” Bucky explains, looking at all the glossy eyes and sad smiles. “I told her about my past, about HYDRA and if that was part of this ‘plan.’“ Bucky chuckles, remembering how you weren’t phased like he had anticipated about the details he was ashamed to share.

You sat with Bucky on the edge of the beach, just past the rock wall, telling him it made him who he is now. And without that, who knows what would’ve happened.

“Sometimes, on rare occasions, I questioned her logic. And now, I can’t help but question it more than ever.” Bucky pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat as Sam steps forward, but Bucky raises his hand and nods, he’ll carry on for now.

Averting his gaze from everyone around him, Bucky focuses on the dark sheet of velvet above him as all the stars are out to watch and guide him through this speech in honour of you.

“Today is Y/n’s birthday, and I wanted her to have something that would be unique. She was something else, unlike anyone I had ever met and brought so much light into my life.” Bucky pauses briefly, taking a steady breath before looking back at everyone. “I wanted to find something to reflect that, so with Steve’s help, I got her a star.” Bucky’s voice trembles as he lifts his hand up, pointing up to the sky. “Just past the moon, three stars to the left, that’s Y/n.”

Whilst everyone turns their attention to the sky and attempt to pinpoint said star, Bucky wipes his eyes in a moment of solace.

“And I hope she’s found peace out there, that she’s with everyone else.” His eyes glance over to his friends, all who have lost someone in one way or another. “Even though Y/n is gone, she’ll always be beautiful, watching over us.” Bucky can’t stop his voice from cracking as Wanda passes Steve and passes him a tissue, resting her hand on his back.

“You did great, Bucky.” Wanda mutters. “Y/n would be really proud of you.” She comments as tears fall from her eyes.

Taking a moment, Bucky inhales deeply before composing himself once more. “Y/n, she er, she’ll never be forgotten.” Bucky wants to finish his speech, for you, but his hands start to shake and everyone’s eyes on him feel like they’re piercing through his skin. “She, she’ll always be the light of my night, guiding me through.” He forces the words out as he falls to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bites his tongue, holding the sob back that wracks through his body.

Without glancing up, Bucky knows his friends and colleagues are closer to him, standing guard. “It’s okay, Buck,” Steve whispers as Bucky grips Steve’s shirt as his silent whimpers subside into quiet sobs. “you did her justice.”

“Come on, I’ll drive him home.” Sam calls out as Steve helps Bucky across the beach, not daring to look back at the sky.

“You think he’ll be okay on his own?” Sam questions as Steve walks out from the house that you were supposed to grow old in, noting the withering flowers that once bloomed.

“I hope so,” Steve answers truthfully. “I think it’ll just take time.”

Inside of the house, Bucky sits in the kitchen, nursing a glass of scotch despite it doing nothing besides burning his throat, it was a needed distraction. Yet all he can see in the brown liquid is the moonlight pouring through the large windows.

When you chose the house, you adored the big windows, allowing as much natural light to radiate through the floors. You hated feeling claustrophobic, and this eased that fear. After living in the compound for so many years, living in a house was grounding for you both, a place just to call yours.

Now it couldn’t be further from grounding as it felt like a taunt of what Bucky once had.

Downing the last of his scotch, Bucky throws the empty glass at the window, shattering the scotch glass into pieces.

The sound of Alpine meowing alerts Bucky, snapping him out of his anger at everything.

“Alpine, please, stop.” Bucky grumbles, but Alpine persists from upstairs.

Sighing heavily, Bucky traipses up the stairs, finding Alpine looking out from the balcony in your shared bedroom.

“Alpine?” Bucky calls out, seeing his cat situated happily on the wooden panels as he looks up at the sky as the moonlight illuminates his whiskers. “Come on in, pal.” Bucky motions as he stands in the doorway of the balcony, but Alpine meows in protest once more.

Admitting defeat, Bucky sits down beside his cat, looking up at the sky and focuses on your star.

“I know, I miss her too.” Bucky speaks up as Alpine curls up on his lap.“But she’s looking out for us, just up there.” Bucky smiles sadly as he points up to the sky, but Alpine is fast asleep.

Remaining in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Bucky takes everything in. He’s not been on the balcony since you passed, everything just hurt too much. But maybe this was part of the ‘plan’ you always talked about.

Maybe healing won’t be as painful as Bucky has pictured it being, but you’ll be there, whether he can see you or not.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” Bucky mutters as a tear falls down his cheek as he focuses on your star, swearing he can see it twinkle like the light in your eyes, one last time.

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❦ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: sangwoo, junho, the salesman & the frontman

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: based on this post, basically the characters being dead worried and their reactions when reader is hurt -- physically, emotionally or mentally.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, mentions of anxiety and trauma, yandere-ish themes, frontman always carries a gun for things like this <3

𝐀/𝐍: approach this work carefully. read the tags & enjoy. empty blogs and minors dni.

SANGWOO

When he got home to see your small figure laying on the floor, close to the corners of the room and shaking your way through an episode of anxiety, he felt his blood boil despite the apparent cold exterior. Seeing you clutching to yourself as your life depended on it, desperate to relieve the emotional suffering, he couldn't do anything else but clench his jaw, body stiffening due to the urge to protect you from any harm.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" It was a shot, knowing you well enough to bet that your state was caused by someone else.

Despite showing worriness, his voice also carried danger. And you, poor thing, you were being washed away by peaks of anxiety. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, the only sounds leaving your mouth being sobs. You wanted to crawl towards Sangwoo but wouldn't he think you were pathetic? In any case, you didn't move.

"Tell me who did this to you," he tried once again, firmly this time.

Upon receiving no answer, his fists clenched and his blood boiled. It became impossible to keep his cool when you were hurt like that. Fuck, he would even kill the person that did this to you.

"Who are you protecting? Why?" he spat, voice rising as his emotions took control, but he didn't dare yell at you. "Hm?"

You barely managed to say his name before he kneeled down and continued to demand to know. Sangwoo was persistent, he would not give up until he had what he wanted. So you did manage, between sobs, to whisper the name he was looking for.

He gave you a light pat on your shoulder, content with you obliging but with fury running through his veins. In the blink of an eye, Sangwoo disappeared from the room. Next thing you heard was the sounds of the key rattling just before there was a loud bam of the door shutting close.

His temper didn't show until months after your first date and you soon knew that Sangwoo was capable of anything. You only hoped your boyfriend could be protected from harm, not worrying too much about the person that put you in this situation.

JUNHO

When he got home straight from work and saw your condition, Junho rushed to your side. He didn't even mind putting his keys and backpack in their usual places, his attention solely focused on tending to you. The trails of tears were visible on your face, you were sobbing uncontrollably for God knows how long. It could've been minutes, hours — Junho didn't know. If only he hadn't worked so much that day, he could've reached you sooner.

Your name fell from his lips repeatedly and with urgency, a feeling of worry taking over him. No matter how many times he called you or tried to get your attention, you were too numb to react. From your position on the floor, Junho could only assume that you had leaned against the wall at some point and let your weight fall. In this case, his first instincts were to check if you were hurt.

"My love, what happened? Who… Who did this to you?" His voice came out like rushed but soft whispers.

You glanced back at him, feeling his fingertips hold your face towards his direction — he was looking at you, waiting for your response. You noticed that there were tears in his eyes, as if Junho and you were in synchrony with your feelings, feeling the same thing as the other. It was Junho's most noble quality, the one of empathy. But he also blamed himself, thinking he could save you and everyone else.

The silence continued and so did the sadness that fell upon his heart. Junho couldn't look at you any longer — he started crying with you, holding you closer to compensate for the time he couldn't be there to protect you and feeling like he failed you.

THE SALESMAN

You were lying if you said there weren't times your husband frightened you. One of these times just happened to be the day your past traumas ended up knocking on your door once again. It felt like the air was being dragged out of your lungs with punches to your stomach. Your thoughts were spiraling out of control and there was nothing you could do.

The man arrived home with his usual attire and suitcase. Upon seeing you having trouble breathing, a million things crossed his mind and yet he didn't rush to your side. He went through his usual routine of undoing his tie and taking off his jacket and this time, however, his movements seemed slightly stiffer and more aggressive than usual.

Despite not knowing what he was thinking, it was the silence that was killing you. He was a dangerous man beneath that charismatic facade and you knew that. But you also knew that he promised that no harm would come to you and you believed his words faithfully. How much of his words were true at that point?

The uncertainty caused you to sob as uncontrollable tears escaped your eyes. You were completely shaking under the stressful emotions that took over your body. Your husband, on the other hand, knowing you wouldn't respond well to softness in fear that he might spoil you, picked you up from the floor and placed you on the couch, ignoring your tense fingers grasping and wrinkling his perfectly ironed shirt.

A hand landed on your trembling shoulder before his expression softened. He waited until you had your attention fully on him before he decided to speak up in a stern voice.

"We have two options," he raised two fingers in front of your eyes, giving you the false sensation of choice and comfort, "one: I'll take care of you at this instant and everything will go back to normal, or two: you tell me who did this to you and we'll find a way to make them pay. What do you say? Which one is it?"

Surprisingly, his voice soothed your nerves and you stopped crying. You ended up picking option one, too tired to take care of yourself that you let your husband do it for you. Also, you despised violence and decided to let things go as if nothing ever happened.

Later that night, he ended up helping you shower and dressing you to more comfortable clothes before placing you in bed and cooking you dinner. What you didn't know, however, was that he was going to find out what happened anyway, despite your obvious concerns. He had the means to do it and believe it or not, he will find out.

THE FRONTMAN

You really tried to pretend like nothing happened, you really did, but nothing ever escaped your lover's eyes. When the sound of the door opening brought you back to your senses, you dried up your tears and put on a happy face to greet Inho, except that when his eyes met yours, he could sense something was wrong.

Underneath the mask, his eyes were taking in account every detail, from your body posture to the wet eyelashes. He was a very attentive man after all, he didn't get the job for nothing. It was about time that he figured out what you were hiding. His fingers, despite careful, still forced you to face him, only to allow a bad bruise on your cheekbone to come to light.

His breathing became shallow, fast, and he was rabid. Something inside him made him believe the V.I.Ps were to blame but, unfortunately, there was nothing he could do except become extra cautious with you in this environment. It didn't, however, dissipate his fury of someone daring to touch you.

"Which one of them did this to you?" Both of you knew who Inho was talking about and he made it clear that it was pointless to hide anything from him.

So you gave him what he wanted — a number.

Suddenly, his hand was itching and the pistol inside his cloak felt heavier than before. He quickly left you alone and made his way out of the room, determined to solve the situation whether his superiors approved of his methods or not.

You could only stand there, apprehensive for the outcome and having these faltering feelings for this recently discovered side of your lover.

#junho x reader #the salesman x reader #sangwoo x reader #the frontman x reader #squid game #hwang junho #gong yoo #cho sangwoo #hwang inho #the frontman

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I love your blog!! I was wondering if you would write about platonic Yuuji getting tickled by Gojo & Megumi? Tysm!

Hi Anon! I'm so sorry it took so long to get this posted, I had a tough time coming up with ideas and then I got sick but it's all good now! Thank you for your patience. This is what I came up with, I hope you enjoy it. This fic can also read on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Remedy For A Broken Heart (Published: 08/15/2021)

Pairing: Platonic only, characters: Gojo, Yuuji, and Megumi

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Trigger Warning: None, though technically contains a break-up and non-consensual tickling though it's all in good fun.

Length: 1595 Words, 1 Chapter. Completed.

Summary: Yuuji's heart got broken by some chick at school and absolutely refuses to go to class. Megumi takes it into his own hands to get the strawberry blond happy again by calling Gojo-sensei who has some... talented tickling fingers.

------------------------------------ Megumi sighed as he stared down at the miserable sight below him. Yuuji was curled up in his bed with the covers over himself, completely ignoring the world. There were tissues littering the bed with tubs of empty ice cream on the nightstand. There was only one explanation for a sight like this.

Yuuji… got his heart broken.

“Yuuji,” Megumi sighed once more, pulling off the covers, “I know your heart is broken and the world seems to be ending, but you still have classes.”

“No!” Yuuji grumbled, pulling the covers back over his head with a yank, “tell them I'm sick or something.”

Megumi rolled his eyes, “Yuuji, it’ll be a good distraction.”

Yuuji only curled further into his bed, completely ignoring the boy. Megumi had never seen Yuuji this depressed before. It honestly concerned him. He placed his chin in his hand, his other on his hip as he took a moment to come up with an idea. What could possibly cheer up Yuuji? Talking about girls wouldn’t help, it’d only remind him of his loss. Maybe ice cream? No, the poor boy has had enough. A movie? No, he wouldn’t focus.

His mind raced with ideas until bingo, he had it. He smirked slightly as he folded his arms over his chest, “alright. Suit yourself.” He took his phone out of his pocket, dialing his emergency cheer up number. He knew it was going to work because Yuuji had done the exact same thing when Megumi was feeling down.

He grinned slightly as the familiar voice answered, “hello?”

“Gojo-sensei, I apologize for bothering you so close to class…,” Megumi began. He always felt a little bad for calling Gojo for anything that seemed minor.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I'm here to help! What can I do for you?”

“Well, Yuuji got his heart broken so he refuses to go to class, so I was wondering if you could-” Megumi hadn’t gotten most of the words out when Gojo suddenly hung up. “H-Hello? Gojo?”

Megumi lowered his phone, looking at the ID in confusion, about to redial Gojo’s number when suddenly, their dorm room door was blown off of it’s hitches, hitting the wall with a hard impact.

“AYO I HEARD SOMEONE WAS SAD IN HERE,” A voice yelled and Megumi immediately realized what happened. Gojo had kicked down the door.

“Gojo-'' Megumi started, anger evident in his voice, but he was interrupted by Yuuji suddenly perking up, frightened by the sound of their door crumbling down.

He blinked. He glanced at Megumi, then glanced at Gojo.

And then he realized exactly what they had planned.

Megumi couldn’t help but smirk as he saw Yuuji suddenly remember that the last time Megumi was sad, he had called Gojo over and the two of them practically tickled him to death, making his sadness go away. Megumi had sworn revenge ever since that day. Today was a perfect opportunity.

“W-Wait,” Yuuji began, sinking back underneath his covers as Gojo’s eyes narrowed at him, “w-wait, there’s been a mistake, I’m-”

Gojo was making a beeline to him now.

“W-WAIT, I’m fine! Gojo, I’m- eheh !” Giggles were already catching in his throat, bringing a smile to Megumi’s face.

“Nurse, hold him down!” Gojo ordered. Megumi immediately obeyed, though cringed at being called a nurse. He held Yuuji down by his arms while Gojo yanked his covers away.

“N-N-NO! I’m fine, Gojo, I’m good!” Yuuji stammered, panicking before turning his gaze to Megumi, giving him his finest death glare, “why did you call him, you traitor?!”

“Revenge,” Megumi said.

“How?! You needed that and you know you did!”

“Well, you also need this so…,” Megumi shrugged, “point denied.”

Gojo hummed in thought as he straddled Yuuji, looking at him and thought, “hmm, I see, I see. I can see the sadness is located here,” he poked at Yuuji’s chest, right where his heart was, “we will need to prepare for an emergency tickle session.”

“Yes doctor,” Megumi nodded, falling into the scene Gojo was creating.

Yuuji only looked at them both as if they were idiots, “the fuck is wrong with you two? Can you please let me just be sad in peace, it’s okay to be sad every now and then- it’s healthy!”

“See, now that’s a symptom of extreme sadness, which means you’re too far gone,” Gojo said seriously, shaking his head. “He’s worse than I thought. Are you ready, nurse?”

“Yes doctor.”

“Can you two at least not be weird about this?!” Yuuji complained once more but Gojo ignored him, rubbing his hands together as if he was about to use a defibrillator on him.

“Clear!” He shouted before placing his hands on Yuuji’s sides and wiggling his fingers about.

The effect was immediate. Yuuji squirmed and thrashed about, forcing Megumi to hold on tighter, keeping him pressed on the bed as laughter filtered out of his mouth. “GAHAHA-! Nohohohohoho!! Staaahap! Staahp!” He giggled, trying with all his might to buck Gojo off, but the teacher was unfortunately too heavy.

“Seems like the medicine is working, nurse,” Gojo said, a hint of a smile on his lips as he continued his attack, “perhaps we should administer it to all locations of depression.”

“I agree, doctor,” Megumi smiled, nodding as he watched Yuuji smile with glee, despite the fact that his happiness was somewhat forced right now.

“I think I can see this being a huge problem area,” Gojo said, digging his fingers into Yuuji’s ribs, making him cackle with laughter, “oh yes, this whole area is pretty bad.”

“P-Pleehehehese,” Yuuji wheezed out, gasping for air as Gojo continued his treatment, “I cahahan’t breeeeathe!”

“Oof,” was all Gojo responded with.

“Gojo!!!”

“Well are you not sad yet?” He asked, halting his fingers for just a moment.

“I’m more pissed off than anything,” Yuuji grumbled, panting and glaring at his teacher.

His teacher only raised an eyebrow before thrusting his hands underneath Yuuji’s shirt, his fingers scribbling against Yuuji’s sensitive skin, making him howl with laughter. “NOOOAHAHA! Y-YOU BASTARD!”

“Nurse, he’s becoming critical!” Gojo grinned. “I need a hand stat!”

Megumi smirked, immediately catching on to what Gojo meant, “yes doctor!”

Yuuji caught the look in his eyes, squirming more vigorously in attempt to get away, “oh no, no you don’t, no you fucking don’t, don’t you da- PFFFAAHAHAHA!!” he erupted with laughter, the sound turning into a wheeze as Megumi, wiggling his fingers around his armpits, stimulating the sensitive nerves there. He had his knees pressed down on Yuuji’s hands, preventing him from moving his arms and keeping him vulnerable.

“T-T-T-This is t-t-torture, ahaha!” Yuuji wheezed, the words barely audible.

“It’s called medicine, actually,” Gojo said, “thought I guess depending on the medicine, it is torture.”

“Y-Y-You’re - ahahaha! - b-both - heh - s-stupid,” Yuuji giggled, his words distorted. Gojo and Megumi both only smiled down at him.

“Sorry, what was that?” Gojo smirked

“Aahahasshole!”

“Are you going to stop being sad?” Megumi asked, digging his fingers into Yuuji’s sensitive nerves, gently moving them to his neck, scribbling underneath his chin. “Are you going to get out of bed, make yourself happy and go to class?”

“Y-You cahahahan’t just autaha-automaahatically make sohohomeone hahappy!” He whimpered, trying with all his might to yeet them off but having no luck. He simply just had to lay there, as their fingers sparked up giggle after giggle. It was so unfair.

But finally, after a while, Megumi and Gojo both slowed to a stop. Yuuji made a breathless giggle, his eyes wet with happy tears as he blinked a few times before glancing at them both, confused, “Y-You… finally stopped?”

“Depends. Did we cure the sadness?” Gojo asked with a smile.

“If I say yes, will you guys sto- AHAHA!! WHA- HEY?!” Yuuji glared at the sudden tickling done by Megumi. He only smirked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Just making sure you know we can keep going with this treatment all night long,” Megumi said.

“Yes,” Gojo nods, “I am the top rated doctor in the nation, I don’t let my patients leave when I know they need more treatment.”

“I hate you both.”

Megumi chuckled and rolled his eyes, “come on, Yuuji. I know it’s rough, but you can’t stay like this.”

Yuuji sighed, finally letting himself lose the sad attitude. He was sad that he got dumped but to be honest, he didn’t really like the girl anyway. It just hurt his ego more than anything. He slowly nodded, “okay, I’m fine.”

“Is that the honest truth?” Megumi asked, moving his fingers slowly in a silent threat.

“Yes!” Yuuji said, “It is, I swear.”

Gojo and Megumi exchanged a look of doubt before finally nodding. “Okay,” Gojo shrugged, “we believe you. Now we can go get you ice cream.”

“Eh? Ice cream?” Yuuji said, instantly perking up from that.

“You know how doctors give their patients lollipops at the end of their treatment? I don’t have any lollipops so… ice cream,” Gojo said, getting up off of the poor young boy, Megumi quickly following him.

“You know if you just gave me ice cream first, I would’ve been easily healed,” Yuuji said, rolling his eyes as he sat up.

“You’ve been eating ice cream all day with that same sulky look in your eyes, ice cream wouldn’t have the same effect as it will now,” Megumi said, smiling softly as Gojo nodded, completely agreeing with him while Yuuji glared.

“Again, I hate you both,” he pouted.

“Yes we know. Now, where do you want your ice cream?”

#jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk #jjk yuuji #jjk megumi #jjk gojo #tickle fic #tickling #platonic #platonic relationships #also on ao3 #requested by anon #fanfiction #jjk fanfic

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