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dmercer91 · 1 year

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ebug's sister, dm91

part one / part two /part three / part four / part five / part six /

blakefriarr_

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blakefriarr_: my brothers an ebug, episode five!

i think ni saw me in the stands before the game started, cause he didn’t ONCE look in my direction and i had to scavenge the broadcast after the game to find an image of him under duress. it’s cute that you thought i wouldn’t find a way, though, worlds sluttiest captain™️

i added a photo of jack to this one since i flat out refused to add him to mine and quinnys groupchat, so we settled on this. for those of you this may negatively affect, i promise it’s a one time thing <3

the next two are both of dawson, since 1. he got a goal!! but second and most importantly, he’s got such a pretty smile and i think it needed to be broadcasted to all of you lovely people seeing this

then we have a goalie hug! i would like to point out that in the five games i’ve seen this season, they’ve won every time i was there. i’m the good luck charm. not even maybe. i am telling you it’s me

last, cause i want to rub it in jj’s face that i have a sweet, attentive guy that he doesn’t know the name of, is a message from my boy!! (he still hasn’t asked me to be his girl, so he’s not TECHNICALLY my boy, but shhhh we’ll ignore it)

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jj.friar31: does this guy of yours know about your strange love for dawson mercer

→ blakefriarr_: i would say he's aware

lhughes_06: I RANK HIGHER THAN JACK!?!?!?

→ blakefriarr_: unfortunately you are very adoptable

→ lhughes_06: you're like eight months older than me

→ blakefriarr_: ok?

_quinnhughes: hey guy who won't be named where jj can see, if you're reading this, please ask her out before i go crazy

→ blakefriarr_: you said i could talk to you anytime :(

→ _quinnhughes: of course you can, sweetheart. that doesn't mean i wont go nuts

→ blakefriarr_: awh huggy you're willing to go nuts for me?

→ _quinnhughes: unfortunately i'm not immune to whatever it is you have going on in that head of yours

jesperbratt: i can't believe you just called nico a slut

→ blakefriarr_: believe it, bratter.

nicohischier: ... sluttiest?

→ blakefriarr_: what other word can be used to describe what it is when you flip your hair around with a bloody mouth and call people fucking pussies

→ nicohischier: i was hoping those clips would stay off your radar

→ blakefriarr_: that's impossible i see everything

adamfantilli: wasn't expecting him to be such a softy

→ lhughes_06: now what is this supposed to mean

→ blakefriarr_: rookie how did you manage it's been literally three days

→ lhughes_06: IS HE IN THE GROUPCHAT?????? BLAKE??

→ blakefriarr_: don't be so dramatic moose

→ lhughes_06: quinn?? what do you have to say for yourself?

→ _quinnhughes: she asked very nicely idk what you wanted me to do

→ blakefriarr_: 'i'm adding adam fuckface' 'cool lmao' there was no resistance and by definition i don't think i was being nice

→ _quinnhughes: why do i put up with this

→ adamfantilli: i feel so honoured you didn't even ask properly

→ blakefriarr_: whatever. love u, rookie

→ adamfantilli: love u, coach

→ lhughes_06: i'm killing you both and not in your sleep you deserve to know it was me

→ blakefriarr_: well now you can do it in our sleeps cause you just.. told us? that it would be you?

dougieham: i would like to formally apologize for my comment on your most recent post. i was out of line and i should not have spilled very highly classified of information about the groupchat. i hope my apology finds you well.

→ blakefriarr_: you're forgiven, but you're on probation

→ dougieham: quinn is that good enough

→ _quinnhughes: probably idk

dawson1417: i have a pretty smile? blushing

→ blakefriarr_: you're welcome, loser <3

→ dawson1417: that guy of yours ask you out yet?

→ blakefriarr_: he has.

→ dawson1417: yeah?

→ blakefriarr_: only to an event, though. hoping he'll man up n kiss me

→ dawson1417: best of luck, then <3

jackhughes: least favourite?? what did i do to deserve this

→ blakefriarr_: you are just incredibly underwhelming i'm sorry. be glad you got your picture in the post that is ALL i agreed to.

→ jackhughes: and quinn isn't??

→ blakefriarr_: do not diss quinn i will take your head of and put it over my fireplace

jj.friar31: ok so from what i'm compiling here i think it's either quinn or.. adam fantilli????? somehow?? when did that even happen how do you keep pulling this off

→ blakefriarr_: ok first of all if you think i would ever allow someone i'm romantically involved with to call me coach you need a lobotomy

→ blakefriarr_: second of all you are so dumb it's actually become fascinating. NEITHER OF THOSE PEOPLE LIVE IN JERSEY?? you think quinn hughes found the time in his nhl player schedule to fly down here and bring me home from work?

→ jj.friar31: oh right

→ jj.friar31: ignore me i've compiled nothing.

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#ebug’s sister series !#dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils

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moonandsunwoo · 2 years

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tbz reaction to you still sleeping with a teddy bear

# — pairing: bf!tbz x reader

# — genre: fluff

# — warnings: none

→ this was requested. i hope you like this and it was somewhat like you hoped~

🧸 | sangyeon

he just finds it endearing, plain and simple. wouldn’t make a big deal out of it bc why would he, it’s just a plushie! and if you like to keep it around then you shall! he’s easy like that.

🧸 | jacob

would ask for its name and then give it a soft pat before going on about his day. he’d make sure you wouldn’t forget to pack it from that moment on and always double check the floor to see if it didn’t accidentally fall in your sleep.

🧸 | younghoon

his new fave thing is immediately to hold you whilst you’re holding the teddy. probably has a picture of you holding it set as his wallpaper (with your consent ofc). he just thinks it’s so cute and so soft and very much like how he perceives you

🧸 | juyeon

juyeon! would! ask! you! about! them! he wants to know if it/they (if you have more than one) have names, where you got them from, why they are so important to you ect. he would also like to contribute to the expansion of your collection if he may…👉👈

🧸 | hyunjae

he was the one who gave you the plush in question so 🤨 u better sleep with it. but don’t forget to hold him too once in a while, bestie we know he’s a soft boy

🧸 | changmin

“So THEY can stay but my chUCKY-“ prepare to argue with him about this. he demands equal rights for his horrid doll and your cutie everything else is blaspHEMY- (he’s totally cool with it, would probably get your teddy and Chucky matching outfits WAHAHA)

🧸 | chanhee

never mentioned anything to you about it. he saw it one evening and then that was it. or you thought. guesss who put the silky bowtie on it (Chanel ofc🙄) or the pearls or the hello kitty addition- yes so he was that.

🧸 | kevin

the man with the army of plushies would just love it. you can put it to his soft friends when you’re out too! for safekeeping yes. you both just have communal mountain of plushies nearly placed on the bed 💗

🧸 | haknyeon

he: 🧐🧐 I tHouGht yOu liKe hOldiNg mE- he’s absolutely joking but he’s also haknyeon so he will also be stupid about it. it’s his duty as a bf oki thanks.

🧸 | sunwoo

tease. you should smack him with a pillow perhaps. (guess who resorts to holding the plush when you’re gone hmmm ew he’s a simp for u bestie there’s no cure)

🧸 | eric

“is that yours? can I touch it?” he’s careful around it bc it must mean something to you if you have it with you when asleep! and he pats the teddy’s head when he leaves the room, every time. but shhhh that’s a secret

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excessive-vampires · 6 months

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Alphabet Thralls Part 4: U's Conditioning

Masterlist with content warnings

Taglist: @d-cs @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @softvampirewhump

U didn’t so much fake trembling with fear as she instead let out the response she would normally push to the back of her mind. The most convincing lies are always a little bit true after all. She had been strapped down to a chair by the wrists and ankles, and in front of her sat what looked for all the world like a normal bored office worker aside from his corpse-like complexion and red eyes. He was looking through paperwork, and U could just make out that it seemed to be her medical history and her answers to the questions on the forms she’d been given. The man seemed to be satisfied with the paperwork because he divided it into neat stacks then looked up at U.

He wasn’t saying anything. U decided it was time to really start the act. “You can’t do this to me!” Anger and fear warred for control in U’s tone. She made sure fear won out.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop us, U-23.” The man sounded bored.

“My name is Stacy.”

“No it’s not, Sasha.”

U looked genuinely scared now.

“But that was smart. Giving a false name. Laying the fear on extra thick. Getting us to underestimate you.”

“I–”

“Shhhh. You’re a very smart person. So smart that it’s going to be easy for you to beat our attempts to control your mind, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” It was the truth, so why not agree to it. There might have been a reason but she couldn’t make her mind hold onto the answer for long enough to process it. It suddenly felt important that this vampire knew how smart she was.

“We can’t possibly hope to get to you. Not when you know to listen to logic above all else, even your feelings. And logic is unchanging. So you’re in no danger, you can listen all you like and it won’t affect you at all.”

U nodded slowly. That was logical, which must mean it was true and right.

“Logically, fighting back through force is useless. You saw what happens when someone tries that. So it was very smart of you to try to reason and manipulate your way into escaping. You know as long as you keep your mind logical you’ll find an opportunity to escape. And in order to live long enough to get to that opportunity you need to do what we want you to. You need to get us to trust you enough to let our guards down, after all.”

“Yes.” She was so much smarter than these vampires. They would never suspect anything of her.

“There’s going to be a lot of things that look like opportunities to escape, but you know better. You know how to tell when a plan is doomed to fail, or a trap. And you know that if you go along with any bad opportunities it’ll make it impossible to take the real one when it arrives. You’ll know what the real opportunity is. You’ll be able to recognize that it’s completely guaranteed to work with no risk of failure and you’ll have no doubt. That’s how smart you are.”

“Of course.”

“And until then you need to follow orders. And following orders is going to make you feel so clever because no one but you will know it’s all an act. You’ll be so superior to what we think you are. It’ll almost be funny how well you follow orders.”

U smiled.

“Now let’s go over in detail what exactly the smartest ways to act right now are.”

#at #Sasha

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ladykissingfish · 10 months

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Can u write smthn with Deidara being nice/comfort Tobi or Obito? Thank You!

*in the woods at night during a mission*

Tobi: *suddenly wakes up screaming and thrashing*

Deidara, sitting by the fire keeping watch: What the —

Tobi, in Obito voice: Fuck fuck make it stop can’t breathe can’t take it MAKE IT STOP!! *rips off his mask starts clawing at his skin*

Deidara: *jumps up and wrestles Tobi down, pinning his arms to his side*

Deidara: Shhh!! Calm down, calm down, it’s okay!! Quiet or you’re going to attract trackers!!

Tobi: *slowly stops fighting Deidara; starts to quietly cry instead*

Deidara: T-Tobi — !

Tobi, still in his own voice: Kill me, please. Please please Deidara, I can’t take this anymore, I can’t take the pain anymore, please please …

Deidara:

Deidara: *doesn’t know what to do, so leans fully over Tobi and hugs him with his entire body*

Deidara, softly: Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here, I’m right here, you’re not alone, I’m here …

Tobi: *hesitates before putting both arms around Deidara, sobbing against him*

Tobi, voice choked with tears: It’s just … it’s just everything … I’m so tired … everything is pain … I’m so lonely I can’t … I can’t …

Deidara, continuing to soothe: Shhhh, it’s okay. Let it out. I’m here. I feel like this too sometimes, it’s okay, right now you’re not alone, hm; I’m right here.

Tobi: *keeps holding Deidara; little by little he calms down and is able to breathe and think rationally again*

Tobi, embarrassed: I’m s-sorry, Senpai. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to —

Deidara: *getting off of Tobi and going to his pack, rooting out a bottle of water and a small package of cookies* You don’t need to apologize. Here, sit up: drink this and put a little sugar into your system.

Tobi: *sits up and does as asked, taking tiny sips of water and small nibbles of a cookie*

Deidara: *goes to retrieve Tobi’s mask from where he threw it, cleaning it with the bottom of his shirt* Here, hm.

Tobi: *looks at the mask, then sets it by his feet* Easier to breathe without it.

Deidara, softly: Wish you would just keep that thing off all the time. Seeing your face makes me feel like I’m talking to a real person.

Tobi, just as softly: Can’t all the time. But, for you, I’ll leave it off for a while. Okay?

Deidara, smiling: Okay, hm. Now lay back down and rest some more, alright? I’ll wake you in a few hours when it’s your turn to keep watch.

Tobi: *lays back down on his side* Okay. Thank you. Goodnight, Dei. You’re a good friend.

Deidara: *smiles and goes back to his sit by the fire* I’m glad somebody thinks so, hm.

See, I was going to end this with something funny, like I usually do. But this time I decided not to. I wanted this to be realistic. I wanted the to represent two people who have a genuine moment with each other, one where vulnerabilities are shown and the other, despite being taught his entire life that a good shinobi doesn’t show their emotions, does his best to emphasize and comfort.

I’d like to think that the Akatsuki, despite what they were and what they represented, had moments like this. Pieces of time when pressure or pain got to be too much, and they sought out comfort from their partner.

Also a personal HC that there’s something about Deidara that’s disarming to those around him. A quality that makes others feel it safe to open up and show him parts of themselves that they wouldn’t normally show others. Could be that he’s the youngest in the group, and some are at ease around him the way a shy adult might feel less intimidated around children. But whatever the case, Deidara is the first person in the Akatsuki to have seen Sasori step outside of his puppet armor Hiroku. He’s the first one to hold a conversation with Tobi without the latter’s ridiculous orange mask in place. Maybe Kakuzu unwound his cowl when treating Deidara’s arms, and Dei saw his hair and the stitches on the old man’s face before even Hidan did.

Who knows?

Anyways, I hope this satisfied your ask. 😊

#tobidei #tobi x deidara #angst/comfort #the akatsuki #deidara #tobi #obito uchiha #ask

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Hi! I saw that ur fic requests were open! If you don’t mind, can u do lee!Bakugou and lers!Todoroki and Midoriya. Bakugou keeps covering his mouth when he laughs and they want to see his face (or something like that, feel free to be creative). Ty and have a nice day ❤️

Oh this is utterly precious! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D I threw in a few tickles for Todoroki and Midoriya (and some implied Todobaku shhhh~) because it felt right :D I hope you like it!

Mild spoilers for the Laughing OVA!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

Bakugou covered his face a lot when he laughed.

Whenever the blonde found something especially funny, he would slap a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking with restrained giggles. If not his hands he covers his face with his shirt, and if not that, he’ll fall into someone (usually Kirishima) and use their shoulder or chest to hide.

Midoriya found it rather endearing, laughing harder whenever Bakugou did so. Todoroki found it cute, but also confusing.

Bakugou had no problem baring his teeth on the day to day- why cover them up when laughing?

Back at the dorms and comfortably sitting in Bakugou’s bed, he felt like the time was right to ask such a question.

“Huh? I don’t cover my mouth!” Bakugou argued, irritated at the question. “Why do you even care, Icy-Hot?”

“You always cover your mouth.” Todoroki argued back. “You did it earlier.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did.”

“He’s got a point, Kaachan- you do cover your mouth when you laugh.” Midoriya pointed out. “You’ve always done that since we were kids.”

“Shut the hell up, nerd! I don’t cover my mouth! Stop accusing me of hating my face!”

The pair blinked, staring in silence.

“Neither of us said that, Kaachan.” Midoriya pointed out.

So they hadn’t. Bakugou flushed.

“Fuck…” The blonde covered his face, clearly embarrassed. Something in his tone made the pair pause, sharing a concerned look. He sounded so…vulnerable.

“Kachaan?” Midoriya asked after a moment, reaching out before stopping halfway. Hesitantly, he patted Bakugou’s knee. “Are you alright?”

“Damnit nerd, of course I’m…” The blonde paused, something in Midoriya’s gaze shutting him up. Sighing, he flopped backwards against the worn pillows behind him, tossing his arms over his eyes. “I hate my face when I laugh.”

The confession took the pair by surprise. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again…fine. I don’t like my face when I laugh. I look like a mass murderer.” Bakugou grumbled, a hint of insecurity entering his tone. “The one time I laughed around people, someone told me I had the face of a villain.”

“What? Who said that? Where are they?” Midoriya gasped in shock, a rare flicker of rage entering his eyes. Todoroki blinked. He was learning new sides to everyone today.

“That was years ago, nerd.” Bakugou waved him off. “I’m not even that bothered by it anymore.” When they waited, he sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m still bothered. I can’t look at a picture of myself laughing without thinking about it.”

“Kaachan…” Midoriya reached out and patted his friend’s knee. Todoroki hummed in thought, not really sure what to say. Comfort…wasn’t his strong suit.

“Remember when we fought that villain the other day? The Mr. Smiley guy?” He began, earning a groan from the pair. “Don’t remind us, Icy Hot.”

“Hold on, I have a point I swear.” He continued. “His quirk was to make us laugh, right? Well…at some point while we were chasing him he got you before he got me or Midoriya.”

“I’m going to blast you into the galaxy-”

“Kaachan.”

“We saw you laughing then.” Todoroki hurried up. “I saw what you looked like laughing.” He nodded. “I’ve seen many villains in our time here at U-A. You looked nothing like them.”

“Yeah!” Midoriya added, catching on. “Villains have really creepy smiles that install fear! You looked…” He paused. “Well…what did your laughing face look like?”

“Goofy.” Todoroki didn’t miss a beat.

“G-Goofy?” Bakugou sat up in shock, glaring. “Why I ought to-” Midoriya snorted, a hand slapping over his mouth as he shook with giggles. “Oi, you damn nerd, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sohohohorry!” Midoriya squeaked as Bakugou attacked, gently pushing him into the sheets as his fingers wormed along his sides. “Kahahhhahahcahhahhahan, wahhahahhait!”

“Wait nothing! You dare laugh in the face of King Explosion Murder? This is what you get!” He was grinning now- not his usual menacing one, but something much softer.

“Todoohoohohoohorohohohohohki, dohohohohoohoho sohoohohohohmethhiihihiihng!” Midoriya cried, reaching helplessly for his friend. His arm immediately retracted when Bakugou dug into that awful spot beneath his armpit, making him squeal. “Hehehehehehelp mehehehehehhe!”

“How?” Todoroki seemed genuinely lost.

“Tiihihihihiihckle hihhihiihm!”

“...Bakugou’s ticklish?” Todoroki looked at the explosive blonde, tilting his head curiously.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Icy Hot.” He replied coolly, not bothering to glare at him as he carried on his tickle attack. The rebellious side of Todoroki bloomed.

“Hang on, Midoriya!” He shot his hands out to Bakugou’s waist, squeezing rapidly. Immediately the blonde shot back with a squawk, falling into the comforter as he laughed hysterically. Now free from the other’s attack, Midoriya joined in, targeting Bakugou’s stomach and ribs. “Way to go Todoroki!”

“Gehahahahhahhhahaha! Fuuhuhuhuhuck! Stehahhahahahahhap iihihihihiihit! Dahahahahamn nehehehehhherds!” Bakugou howled, one hand slapped over his mouth while the other attempted to push the other’s hands away. Gently, Midoriya reached up and took the hand blocking his smile, holding it within his own. “Now now, don’t hide from us! Show us that smile!”

During the Mr. Smiley case, Todoroki didn’t have time to get a good look at Bakugou’s laughing face- mainly because he was too busy trying to capture the villain in question. Now, with no extra factors in play, he could finally take it in for what it was.

And god. What a face.

If Midoriya’s smile was like the sun, Bakugou’s was a burning inferno. Blazing and warm, beautiful to look at. Todoroki had no idea what that asshole from before meant when he said Bakugou looked like a villain.

To him, he looked like a god.

“Earth to Todoroki?” Fingers against his socked foot made him startle into reality, blinking as he met Midoriya’s smiling face. “Still with us?” Something in his eyes felt knowing. Todoroki felt himself blush.

“Right, where were we?” He turned back to the giggly blonde, dropping his hands to Bakugou’s hips. “Oh yeah- destroying Bakugou.”

“Gehahahahahhahaha! Ghehehehehhet ohohohohohoff! Stehahhahahahahp it Iihiihihihicy Hohohohohohoht!” Bakugou wheezed, bucking beneath him while he struggled to escape. His cheeks were aflame, eyes squeezed shut with mirth. His smile was radiant as ever, much to Todoroki’s enjoyment.

“Now get Todoroki!” Midoriya suddenly yelled, twisting around and grabbing Todoroki’s foot. The traitor! It wasn’t long before they were having a full blown tickle fight, limbs flying and giggles of various levels filling the air around them.

“STehahahahhahahap ihihiihihihit! Gehehehhet ohohohoohohff my fheehheheheheet!”

“Ahhh! Nohoohhoohohoho wahahahhahahit! Nohohohoht thehehehehere!”

“Gehahahahhahha! Shihihiihihihit! Quihihihihihihit ihihihiiht!”

It was safe to say, no one was safe.

~~~

“Ghehaha…hahah..ugh, I’m exhahausted.” Bakugou groaned, running a tired hand over his face. He was mostly on his bed, a leg hanging off the edge as he struggled to compose himself. Nearby, Midoriya had fallen off completely, curled up in a breathless ball with a giggly smile on his lips. On his otherside, he could partially see Todoroki hanging off the bed, sounding just as tired. “Yohohou two are nuts!”

“You started it!” Midoriya reminded him, yelping with a squeak when a pillow flew in his direction. “Rude!”

“Whatever.” Bakugou snorted. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a tad quieter. “Do you…really think that? That I don’t look like a villain?”

“Farthest thing from one.” Todoroki reassured him.

“I thought you looked rather nice.” Midoriya added, grinning from across the bed. “Wouldn’t you say, Todoroki?”

Another pillow went flying at the green haired boy, then another. While the pair had their impromptu pillow fight, Bakugou felt himself relax against the bed, something warm spreading through his chest.

Not a villain, huh?

Maybe he could laugh without covering up after all.

I hope this was good! :D

#mha/bnha #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shōto #izuku midoriya #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #tw: swearing #implied todobaku

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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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Hello my love!! I worked my ass off today and I’m tired and just wanna read something :D if it isn’t too much trouble (and if you’re up for it) can u do a part 2 to the crygi I requested a couple days ago? It’s been haunting me and I’m obsessed w it!

Love u sweet angel -💌

Anything for you 💌 anon!! ❤️ You’re the sweetest🥰 i know you sent this in a few days ago but here’s a part 2!! <3 (part 1)

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Crystal was right. The next morning she heard from their class’s golden girl, admittedly sooner than she’d expected. She woke up, her face puffy and head pounding from the several drinks she’d knocked back the night before, to an Instagram message on her phone from @ thegigigoode:

Hey, I hope you don’t mind I found you on here since I don’t have your number. We need to talk. Can we meet at the library tomorrow?

Crystal didn’t know what to say back. She figured as one of the more popular girls in their school that this flair for the dramatics was anticipated. It was obvious the poor girl was having a gay crisis, and as endearing as it was, Crystal didn’t feel like being dragged into Gigi’s drama. Crystal typed out a reply:

Hi Gigi, I understand, but I don’t think that’s very necessary. As far as I’m concerned nothing ever happened, you have nothing to worry about.

Crystal watched as the message was marked as ’seen’ and as Gigi started typing back.

Please, Crystal. I just really need to talk to you in person.

Crystal knew this wasn’t a great idea. She didn’t want to have to deal with this. The last thing she wanted was to get caught up in the class queen bee’s issues. But at the same time, maybe she just needed some reassurance. Maybe if Crystal met with her just once, the whole thing would be squashed and they’d return to their typical social circles. She sighed before reluctantly answering her.

Okay, fine. Let me know a time and I’ll be there.

The following afternoon, Crystal made it to the library on campus. She looked around, spotting Gigi easily where she was sitting at one of the tables off in a corner.

She was resting her chin in her hand, bouncing her leg nervously. She wore a pretty floral sundress and had a pair of sunglasses perched atop her head. Her long acrylic nails tapped on her phone before she noticed Crystal walking toward her.

Gigi’s perked up when she saw Crystal approach.

“Hi,” she greeted shakily when Crystal sat down in the chair next to her.

“Hi.”

There was a pause, Crystal looking at Gigi expectantly, but she seemed at a loss for words.

“You wanted to talk?”

“Um, yeah, sorry. I just…don’t know where to begin.”

“Gigi, I told you as far as I’m concerned, nothing happened last night,” Crystal assured her in a hushed voice, “we were both drunk, you were upset, it’s not a big deal.”

“I know, I know, I trust you. That’s not entirely it though. The thing is…I don’t necessarily want you to pretend it didn’t happen, I guess,” Gigi mustered, not daring to maintain eye contact with Crystal for too long.

Crystal didn’t say anything, she just let the girl keep talking.

“Everything I said last night about my boyfr—ex-boyfriend, is true. I meant all of it. I didn’t mean to dump it all on you, but here we are. I just wanted to be able to confide in you since you’re also…you know…”

“Lesbian?” Crystal finished her sentence.

“Shhhh,” Gigi hushed, “but yes. You’re the only one I’ve ever told, you have to promise to not say anything.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you,” she sighed. “Walking in on him after being together for so long, I realized how much I never really loved him and how performative our whole relationship was. It all became really overwhelming all at once and I just needed to get that out to someone. So…I’m glad it was you, Crystal. Sorry.”

Crystal’s heart softened. She felt for her, knowing how hard and exhausting it is to be so closeted.

“What are you sorry for?” Crystal asked.

“For forcing you to be my gay confidant,” Gigi said quietly, cracking a smile for the first time since Crystal met her. It was contagious, Crystal couldn’t help but grin back.

“Don’t be! I’m happy to be of gay service,” she joked. Gigi giggled, looking down shyly at her hands. It made Crystal smile.

“But seriously, if you ever want or need to talk about anything, you can trust me. Gimme your phone, I’ll put in my number,” Crystal offered sincerely.

Gigi opened her messages and slid her phone over to her. Crystal typed a little smiley face and sent it to herself.

“Thanks,” Gigi said with a blush. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How long have you been out?”

“Quite a while. Kind of. Since I was young it was clear I was not straight, anyone could tell just by looking at me and the way I present myself. But I grew up in a small town with a lot of close-minded people, including my family, so it kind of just went without saying for a long time. But I kind of always knew and so did other people, so yeah, I dunno,” Crystal shrugged.

“I wish I had the confidence you have,” Gigi said quietly.

“What do you mean? You’re Gigi Goode, you’re literally the most confident and well-liked person in the school.”

“You know what I mean. I have such a high reputation and at this point, it’s all I really have. There’s no way I could ever let that go if anyone were to find out about me.”

Crystal knew that if Gigi’s other high-up friends were really her friends, they’d accept her regardless. As popular as she was, Crystal knew it must also be very lonely and tiring, always worrying about what other people think. But that was a conversation for another time.

“You’ll get there eventually. And for now, you have me to vent to,” Crystal put a hand on her bouncing knee, stilling her nervous movements.

Gigi looked down at the hand on her leg, the metal rings on Crystal's fingers cool on her skin, and then back up to the painted brown eyes staring back at her. “Thanks, Crystal. It means a lot.”

“Of course.”

Gigi putting so much trust in her made Crystal feel special. As unlikely as it was for them to be hanging out together, seeing a side of her that no one else knew about made Crystal’s stomach flutter. She just hoped that she wasn’t getting tangled up in a world she didn’t belong in.

#💌#prompt request #crygi #crystal methyd #gigi goode #college au #asks #im kind of loving this au tbh #they are soft and they are gay #my fics

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what-the-stark · 1 year

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@gildinbainas from x

Charles rolled over in bed, setting his book aside as he fumbled for his phone. The light glow had him frowning slightly because who in the world would be sending him messages at this hour? Surely not Hank, for they usually communicated via telepathy and he highly doubted it was one of his 'old friends'. The curiosity alone was enough for him to make an effort at reaching for the phone, eyes rolling when he saw message pop up.

Really, Stark?

He started to leave it on read. It certainly would serve him right, but then the part of him that knew what it was like to get dumped kicked in. Sometimes Charles hated that side of himself; the side that cared far too much about other people's well being, but welp. It wasn't something he could turn off --- not entirely. God only knows he would if he could.

( 📩 → marc antony ): really stark? what are we? sixteen? ( 📩 → marc antony ): i dont think i've ever done the 'netflix and chill' thing ( 📩 → marc antony ): i have done the 'lets have a few drinks so we can blame it on the alcohol in the morning' thing tho ( 📩 → marc antony ): but you shouldn't be drinking [ unsent ] ( 📩 → marc antony ): neither should I for that matter [ unsent] ( 📩 → marc antony ): you'll have to do better than that if you want me to roll out of bed and drive to stark tower this late

Blinking slowly at his phone, Tony squinted until the screen blurred and finally blinked again, even more slowly when the image didn’t change. Nope, still there.

Well, shit.

“J, how could you.” Staring accusingly at the camera overhead, Tony rolled over in bed, closing his eyes with a groan as the world kept moving even after he’d stopped. “This is just intentionally cruel and unusual punishment. Hazing, even. I’m lodging a formal complaint. With myself.”

“I’m certain I don’t know what you’re referring to, Sir,” Jarvis replied primly, reproach somehow evident in his tone even when it wasn’t. “I believe what you told me when I attempted to remind you about the Pepper Protocol was: “Shhhh, Daddy’s busy. Mute for 10 minutes, starting now.”

SHIT.

Okay. So he’d managed to booty text the most powerful psychic in the world while trying to reach his ex, exquisitely drunk, no big deal. He’d done worse. Considerably worse. Right? He couldn’t actually think of anything worse at the moment, but he was pretty sure 30 seconds and YouTube would prove the point.

Damage control was kind of a lost cause at this point, so might as well run with it. Never let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t speak (type) his mind.

( 📩 → Akinator ): so, funny story, i’m drunk ( 📩 → Akinator ): an Jarvis is bein mean to me ( 📩 → Akinator ): u r definitely not pepper ( 📩 → Akinator ): still hot, but in a non-pep way ( 📩 → Akinator ): oops, out loud voice ( 📩 → Akinator ): can u read minds on the phone? ( 📩 → Akinator ): not important. important thing is ( 📩 → Akinator ): what im reading here is not a no

#gildinbainas #[ Charles Xavier ]#v: better to burn out #a: new phone who dis #[ god I feel drunk myself after writing this #poor Charles lmao ]

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ohcaptains · 2 years

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hiiiii love your fics !! i have a blurb night prompt:

kate bishop smut from like in a hotel room after a mission 👀

love u leah

love u<3 thank u sm for participating in blurb night<3 !! (18+)

She’s moving so quickly, and all you can think about is the fight. Remembering the fear you felt when she lost her footing. The relief when you saw her hanging onto the side of the building. Now, though, it’s different. It’s the rush of adrenaline, but more than anything – the need to reassure.

To know she’s there, with you, when it could have gone so wrong. Could have lost her somewhere in New York. “That was close,” you whisper, mouth meshing against hers, shaking hands digging at the zip of her jacket. Kate chooses to ignore you, desperation evident in the impatient sound she lets out, fumbling for your belt, mouth reaching for yours as you speak. “That was really close Kate, you could have di—” “Stop it,” she groans, shoving at your hips and you hit the hotel mattress with a gasp, her body immediately coming to hover over yours. Long brown hair hanging around your head, striking blue eyes piercing yours, flicking over your features, taking in the way you’re looking up at her – lust filled and worried. She shakes her head, “Stop thinking,” she orders, then dips down against your neck, running her wet mouth over your heated skin.

You can’t.

You keep on seeing her at the bottom of a building or bleeding out in a hospital bed. Beautiful face married in blood, body broken, ready to be buried. She runs her teeth under your jaw, forcing you to shiver, mouth gasping open. “Stop. It,” she punctuates. God, she knows you. Can read your mind like a book.

“That could have ended really bad—” “But it didn’t.” Flattening her tongue across your neck now, skilled hands sliding down your body and finding your belt again. She busies herself with it, sitting back onto your thighs as she works it open while you mindlessly babble. “We’re not doing that again – you’re, not doing that again.” Kate rolls her eyes, “Yeah, yeah.” Your belt finds the floor, but you’re somewhere else, panicked breathing as you think – what if she didn’t lunge when she did? What if she didn’t shoot in time? what if—

“Shhhh,” she whispers, dipping down quickly, brushing her face over yours. Your breath catches, eyes looking over her curious features. She raises a brow, hitching her thighs up against you, and you can’t see her hands, but you can feel them, shoving under the leather of your pants and sliding between your legs. Your mouth opens like a clam.

“Is this what you need?” her voice coos, low and teasing. “Will this shut you up?” “Yeah,” you spurt, laughing at yourself by how quick you replied. “Yeah, oh my god,” and you kiss her, deep and eager, raising your head to catch her in case she pulls away. Kate laughs back at you, sound escaping into your mouth as you taste her red lips, the bite of her teeth and the bitter taste of blood.

Her hand pushes into you, trying to slot upwards. “Why do you wear such tight pants?” “You gave them to me!” “I did?”

She leans back, studying the trousers. “Oh yeah, I did didn’t I?”

You roll your eyes, grumbling out, God, as you wiggle the trousers down, pushing them over your thighs and down your knees. Kate bends back and helps you pull them off, chucking them with your belt and covering your body completely, letting you open your legs and wrap them around her, grinning when she mumbles, that’s better, against your lips before kissing you.

Her hand slides back, finding purchase between your now scantily clad legs. Her touch is soft, gentle – knowing. Teasing as she runs her fingers over you, kissing you, hearing your breathing quicken when she eventually pushes her hand against your clit.

“You feel me?” “Yes,” you gasp, hips jutting up into hers. “I’m here,” she whispers, then looks you in the eye as she says, “I’m not going anywhere.”

#blurb night april 22 #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #kate bishop blurbs #kate bishop blurb #kate bishop x female! reader #kate bishop fanfic #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x female reader #hailee steinfeld #boyfriend hailee #kate bishop drabbles

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Could u make a klaus mikaelson x reader imagine based off the song ‘dark red’ by steve lacy?

Let's gooo

Warnings: Fluff, Klaus being a simp

It happened out of nowhere....Klaus Mikaelson had fell in love and he fell hard for you, the oldest Bennett witch. You where Bonnie's older sister and stronger than your little sister as you nearly killed Klaus without batting an eye.

And as Klaus thought it over maybe he fell for you when the group tried killing him with Elijah or maybe at the decade dance when his mother trapped them in the school.

Klaus didn't know when nor how he fell for you as all he knew was that he loved you and only you. He was ready to kill anyone that hurt you or cause any pain to you.

Something bad is 'bout to me, I don't know what, but I feel it coming Might be so sad, might leave my nose running I just hope she don't wanna leave me

"Nik." You said softly voice raspy from crying as you lost your sister and Damon so once Klaus heard he dropped everything rushing to be there for you.

"Shhhh, beloved. I've got you." Klaus said softly wrapping his arms around you letting you cry in his chest as you cling to him.

"It hurts so much." You sob into his chest as the hybrid kissed your head wishing he could take the pain away from your heart. But he was willing to hold you close if it meant he could just have you near.

"I'll stay as long as you need me."

"Thank you Nik."

Don't you give me up, please don't give up On me, I belong, with you and only you, baby only you, my girl, only you, babe only you, darling, only you, babe only you, my girl, only you, babe only you, darling, only you

Bonnie and Damon were surprised that you were dating Klaus when they finally returned home from the prison world. While Klaus was just as equally surprised you were still with the hybrid as he was sure you would have left by now.

"Man you just creepily watch my sister?" Bonnie asked Klaus catching him smiling softly watching you bake some Christmas cookies. Bonnie saw that Klaus had full on heart eyes for you which was weird to her as she never seen someone so devoted to someone as Klaus was to you.

"No."

"Yeah sure weirdo."

Something bad is 'bout to happen to me why I feel this way I don't know maybe I think of herso much it drives me crazy I just don't want her to leave me

Klaus woke as warm morning sunshine broke though the window and smiled seeing you snuggled into his side wrapped up in a blanket. Klaus made a note to his self to get a space heater or put a fireplace in the bedroom.

He gently took your hand kissing the wedding band there on your finger as he thought fondly of your wedding day that was only a year ago.

"Watching me creepy?"

"No just adoring you." Klaus says softly with a smile as you laughed leaning up kissing his cheek. Klaus felt his heart swell as he couldn't help it as everything you did made him adore you even more.

"Right. Come on, we should get up before Hope runs in here to get us up."

"Let me hold you a bit longer." Klaus says softly pulling you into a gentle kiss as you indulge your hybrid husband with a smile nodding. Klaus surely hope you weren't planning to leave him anytime soon because he was completely and devotedly in love with you.

#rere's stories #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader

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dannyjohnsongf · 3 years

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Lady D. barely survives the fight with Ethan. F!Reader kept to the shadows the whole time, to not make her presence known, but Lady D. could still feel her and is now scared, that reader won’t love her anymore, because of her monster Form. But jokes on her, reader still loves her just as much, because she ist still her Lady. No Transformation could change that. Please make it fluffy and if u wanna, nsfw? You are amazing, and I hope u can work with that request ❤️

OKAAAAAAAY SWEETIE OF COURSE I CAN DO THATTT!!! I thank you for the request, and you're more than amazing you're perfect splendid! I've try my best to bring to you this 💖

TW[18+]::: BLOOD AND SMUT

Obs: English isnt my first languague, I Always review my writing but, you know...

Pairing:: FEM!R x Alcina Dimitrescu

Your let the shadows cover you, Ethan destroyed the castle and you hated him for that, the moment that he shoot Alcina your heart stopped, you wanted destroy him like he did to your love, he shoot her multiple times and you saw it.

You saw the whole fight, you saw what she turns into, you knew that she felt you in the shadows, and Alcina was mad. Mad about what Ethan did to her beloved daugthers, to HER CASTLE, what he made her do to protect what was hers. You was hers.

Alcina was bleeding too much, y/n knew that she needed blood, Alcina flee into a snowy forest at South and was there you would go to meet the love of your human life, because Dimitrescu refuses to turn you into a vampire because of the risk of turning you into a Lycan, and she doesnt want you like that, being controlled by Heisenberg, only if she had one hundred about the Curou would be stable in your body. You was her human, and she love you.

Your almost lose your lungs running into the forest but you didn’t care at all, following the trail of blood in the woods was easy because of the snow in your feet, those minutes felt like hours, was then you found her, those monsters parts of her was already a messy pile of blood and flesh, Alcina was pass out When you saw her.

“My love, Alcina, wake up” you put Alcina head in your lap, cleaning her face of to meet a pale/greyish skin “This was bad...” Alcina was dying “Please, I need you, Alcina, open your eyes please!” You cry out begging to someone hear your prayers, she cannot die, she wasnt going to die, you wont let that happen. In that same moment you heard Alcina moaning in pain.

“Y/n? What... why’re you he-re?” She mumbling with difficulty

“Saving the love of my life of course!” Your response very clear to her, you wanted to her knowing that no matter what, you love her.

“But, you... saw... w-what I’m” Alcina was ashamed? The most beautiful and gorgeous woman that you ever see in your life, being ashamed?

“No more buts Alcina Dimitrescu, I love you. Nothing would chance that, my heart is yours, my body is yours, I’m yours” the eyes of Lady D widened open, “Y/n loves me, Ethan would never take this alway from me”

Dimitrescu needed blood, she needed to recover, and you will give this to her.

“Alcina... you need blood” Not thinking twice, in a fraction of a moment you was in her lap exposed your neck to her “Please” Dimitrescu met your gaze like she was asking you more than your blood and you felt your legs trembling because of the temperature, but Alcina kisses your neck giving shivers down your spine, this was torture and she knew.

“Alcina p-please...” You’re already begging her to do whatever she wanted, your body wasnt responding to you anymore. She ran her long fingers down your thigh, your blood was boiling wanting her so bad that you pull her into a kiss, this kiss was passionate but at the same time full of lust and desire. Alcina hands pull you closer by your waist only to feel the wetness in your panties.

“My sweet doll, I barely touch you” Her voice made you heart skill beats, mumbling please she just pull your panties aside and you felt the cold breeze “I couldnt ask a better woman than you, so beautiful, so perfect” she whisper only to kiss your collarbone “I’ll protect you from everything” Alcina’s fingers started to play with your wetness, arching your back her cold index finger press your clit.

“Shhhh” Dimitrescu was kissing and licking your neck and you didnt want to hold yourself, you’re searching for more friction, and you moan in the moment that Alcina bites your neck and start to suck your blood, you couldnt stop moving your waist to help her, it was good. You felt your breathing getting irregular and Alcina didnt stop, she kept going, she likes that, that feeling of you being under her influence. “Your blood its so delicious y/n” you moaned in response and Alcina’s voice made you cum, with cheeks blushing so much you didnt want to meet her gaze.

“My Sweet doll, lets get back in the castle, let me take care of you”

And she did actually take care of you. In her way of course.

#resident evil 8 #resident evil fanfic #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu

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honeymilkj · 3 years

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hi! i got inspired by the ateez x a freckled s/o and wanted to request ateez and txt with an s/o with stretchmarks and how they’d reassure their s/o in case they ever got insecure! u can break it up into two posts :)

omg absolutely, sweet heart !! i know i mainly aim for ateez fics first so i’ll post that one later !

tomorrow x together ♡ s/o with stretch marks

warning: insecurity, slightly mature themes, comfort, fluff.

✿yeonjun ✿

your stretchmarks would be the absolute last thing that could bother yeonjun

it made him sad how you would rather burn up in the hot weather because you didn’t want to wear revealing clothes

he just couldn’t understand how you didn’t see how beautiful you are

you had more of a wider frame than he did, and a huge fear was that he would be turned off by it

the way he would comfort you is just so sweet

he’s so patient too, telling you he knows about insecurity but he doesn’t see anything but the person he fell in love with

would carefully trace the marks with his thumbs, following the soft skin of your thighs up to your hips

he would kiss your forehead while you held onto him, kind words being whispered to you all the while

“i love your every curve and inch of you, especially your stretchmarks, everything is perfect.”

✿ soobin✿

you two were fixing to go out to an event, and you were so excited to wear your dress

it was black and elegant, and hugged your frame so nicely

so soobin was naturally confused as to why you looked so displeased and critical of your reflection

“is there something wrong?” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and leaned down the smallest bit to rest his chin on your head

“i just.. my arms look so, i don’t know... i don’t like it. i feel like they take away from the dress.”

he frowned as you felt the faint marks on the underside of your arm, and carefully took your hand into his

“there’s no part of you that isn’t breathtaking, you look gorgeous right now.” he traced your marks like you did before, but out of appreciation. “your skin is beautiful, i love every part of it.”

✿beomgyu ✿

some nights were just hard, and beomgyu accidentally caught you in one while trying to surprise you with a visit

he was literally so startled when he saw you sobbing into your arms, it scared him so bad seeing you in such an upset state

it’s good he was there, he scooped you up and rocked you in his arms until your shaky cries turned silent

“hey, hey, everything’s okay.. what’s the matter? did something happen?”

you shook your head, finally pulling back from his chest so wipe your wet cheeks. “no, i just... i just wish i looked differently.”

you explained how some girls have clear skin with absolutely no signs of stretchmarks like your’s, how perfect their bodies can be and there was only so much beomgyu could listen to

“you know why i’m not with anyone else, right? they aren’t you. they can’t even get close to you.” he stroked your sides comfortingly, “those stretchmarks don’t define you, but i wouldn’t dare change a thing.”

✿taehyun ✿

sweet boy would be so sad when he heard about this insecurity

when he saw you changing, he thought the little marks going up your hips made you look like you had your own pretty stripes

he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he compared them to a tiger

taehyun would watch you undress into your comfy clothes after a long day, not to be weird— but cause he thought you were so enchanting and graceful even with the most simple tasks

just lives for praise, especially giving

“you look so beautiful”

you chuckled, “thanks, but i look awful” you were clearly joking— but he was so ????what????

“i would look better if i didn’t have these stupid stretchmarks” he would literally frown so much

“but, i think they’re so pretty... i really love them. you have your own patterns that i can get lost in, there’s no way you can get any better than this.”

✿huening kai ✿

confused boyo

he fell head over heals for you and couldn’t even fathom how someone like you can be insecure

he knows how to be careful though, obviously doesn’t want to push you out of your comfort zone

he understands the harsh beauty standards the world has, but with time he helps to get you out of your shell

you two went to the beach and it took so much for you to take off your shirt, seeing the other girls with flat stomachs and clear skin

but you had on a beautiful bathing suit, and kai was hyping !! you !! up !!

nerd shit like “MY GIRLFRIEND!! SHES SO BEAUTIFUL!!” “SHHHH!”

he says this while you guys have privacy don’t worry

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #kpop fic #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together imagine #yeonjun imagine #yeonjun fluff #soobin imagine #soobin fluff #beomgyu imagine #beomgyu fluff #taehyun imagines #taehyun fluff #huening kai imagines #huening kai fluff #tomorrow x together fluff

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Tales From Bingo Night

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo

Word Count: 1917

Contents: handjob, outdoor sex, cum eating

[10:32]

It was quiet as the docks and canoe shed came into view through the dark. You weren’t sure what to say to Wonwoo. The act itself you were fine with but Wonwoo and you had fallen into a comfy friendship and this felt weird. Did he think it was weird too? He was usually pretty awkward when the topic of your sexual exploits came up. You didn’t think he’d want to be stuck doing this.

“You know, we don’t actually have to do this,” you started, not looking at him. Wonwoo didn’t respond so you continued. “Like it’s just a stupid thing on a scavenger hunt. And I can probably get Yanan to do it later anyway, we still have about an hour and a half. So if you don’t want to, I’m okay with that.”

“Are you okay with it?” He finally said.

“I- y-yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

You saw his shoulders shrug out of the corner of your eye. “You seem kinda stressed about it. It’s not something you have to do. You know that sentiment goes for you too, right?”

“I- Yeah I know,” you mumbled. “I mean it feels a little strange but I just didn’t expect us to end up in this situation at all this summer.”

Wonwoo slowed as you rounded the shed, looking at the woods between the shed and the edge of the lake. “Yeah I- that makes sense. But, I don’t know, it’s kind of weird but it’s alright. I mean unless you’re terrible at giving handjobs.”

You let out a little laugh, releasing some of your nervous energy. “Okay, hey, I’m good at them. You’ll be satisfied so no need to worry about that.”

“If not I’ll just tell the team you suck and Yanan and Yoohyeon will tell everyone else,” you could see his grin through the darkness.

“Alright, I take it you’re game then,” you snorted. “Do you know how you want to prove it?”

“Hongseok said be appropriate so he’s just going to have to take my word for it.”

“Good to know my reputation rests on a hand job in the woods.”

Wonwoo chuckled as he plopped down in the grass, resting back on his elbows. “You have been talking yourself up to me so…”

“Bragging really isn’t becoming,” you muttered as you kneeled next to him. Your fingers played with the hem of your shorts for a moment while you looked down at his body. “Are you alright if I just start? Do you want me to like, kiss you or something?”

Wonwoo seemed to think about his answer for a moment. “Either is okay. Do you wanna make out?”

“I- uh, maybe? I don’t know, I feel like I usually don’t think this hard about it.” You brought your hands to the waist of his shorts. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper.

“Having trouble?” He chuckled.

“Shut up, it’s dark,” you whined, though knowing there was a slight laugh in your voice. You started to shift his shorts down his hips.

“Do you always do it with the lights on?” He questioned.

“Are you going to ask annoying questions the whole time?” You shot back.

“Only if I’m bored,” he chuckled. You stuck your tongue out at him which drew a laugh from him. Your fingers curled around the hem of his boxers and you dropped your gaze down, away from his face, taking in the sight of his cock instead and trying to swallow back your awkward feelings. If anything his joking was keeping you calm. You started to wrap your hand around his cock.

“You’re not just going in dry, are you!?” He cried, a little too loud for your liking.

“Shhhh, shut up,” you hissed. “And… no, I wasn’t.” You pulled your hand away to spit on it.

“And you told me you were good at this,” he muttered.

“I am,” you said. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not convinced.”

You rolled your eyes before taking his cock into your hand again. Slick with your spit it slid easily. You pumped him in slow movements, listening and checking around you for anyone coming closer. The only sound around you was the small waves crashing along the shore and owls hooting in the distance. Any din of people was too far away for anyone to see you.

He grew harder in your hand as the seconds ticked past. Your fingers teasing the underside of his head, the tip, not moving too fast though you knew your time was limited. You kept your movements slow and even.

Wonwoo let out a quiet sigh and you finally ventured to look at him properly again. His body was relaxing more into the ground, sinking into his shoulders. His eyes had fallen closed and the soft breeze ruffled the hair across his forehead.

“See,” you murmured. “I’m not bad at this.”

“You’re alright,” he hummed.

“I’m still getting you warmed up,” you scoffed. “It gets better.”

“Oh does it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I have half a mind to work you up and not make you cum,” you grumbled, still loud enough for him to hear and laugh.

“Do we get less points if I don’t cum?”

“I-” your hand slowed as you thought. “I don’t know how they’re grading this.”

“Wait, go back to what you were doing,” he said.

You brought your focus back to the task at hand but the ghost of a smirk was curling your lips. “So you do like it.”

Wonwoo opened one eye to look at you. “Well it doesn’t feel bad.”

You shifted yourself, straddling one of his thighs before leaning down and letting more spit drool onto his cock. Even more slick, your fingers moved more easily and you gripped him a little tighter while taking up a steady pace.

When you sat up to look at him he was staring at you, lips parted and letting out the smallest of huffs.

“Did you think I was going to start using my mouth,” you teased.

“I-I- no that’s not-”

“Do you want me to?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I have permission to not use my brain right now.”

“Not really permission if you do it all the time,” you chuckled.

“I-” Wonwoo let out a moan instead as you squeezed his cock tighter in your hand, twisting your wrist as you stroked him.

“I didn’t peg you as a noisy one,” you teased.

“I- just- let me enjoy myself,” he said, a breathiness entering his tone. You leaned towards him a bit, now watching as pleasure started to show on his features. Your free hand trailed over the top of his thigh before you moved up his body, pushing his shirt up.

“Wh-What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just relax, will you?” you said. “I am doing a good job is what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing j-” you dragged your nails slightly down his stomach as your thumb played with the most sensitive part of his head again. “O-Okay, yeah you’re d-doing good.”

You smiled to yourself smugly as you went back to pumping his cock, a little more quickly and roughly. Your nails trailed over his skin and the night breeze that blew past your drew goosebumps up along his skin. Wonwoo let out more huffs and quiet moans and you felt his hips starting to press up into your hand.

You pulled back just a bit, slowing your movements and catching him eyeing you. “Come on,” he groaned.

“You want me to go faster?” you asked innocently.

“We’re- We don’t have time-”

You chuckled, leaning a little closer to him. “You would be fun to edge, you know that?”

Wonwoo started to sputter. And even in what little light you had you could see the colour on his cheeks at your comment. You still obliged him though, moving your hand now much faster than he was expecting and wrapping your hand around his cock tighter. You added a twist to your movement and Wonwoo let out a moan that was way too loud.

You slammed a hand over Wonwoo’s mouth, hovering over him and meeting his eyes. “Shhhhh, being that loud is going to get us caught,” you hissed.

Wonwoo answered you with a muffled moan and you took in his expression as he did. His eye lids had grown heavy and his gaze was a little hazy, though now focused on you with you being so close. You kept a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet as your other hand kept it’s quick pace and he started to press and rock his hips up to meet your hand.

“Are you close?” you hummed, this time with no teasing. Wonwoo nodded, trying to keep his gaze locked with yours.

“Are you going to be quiet?” you asked. He shook his head and as much as you wanted to sigh, a smirk tugged at your lips instead.

“If I knew you were this loud I would have brought a gag,” you hummed. Wonwoo let his eyes flutter shut but his moaning continued as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I didn’t know you would be this much fun. I’ll have to take you way out in the woods where no one can hear us. And now we have those condoms. I can ride you and you can be as loud as you like.”

Wonwoo let out a moan, loud even with you muffling him, and his hips bucked up as he came. You felt the hot cum running over your hand as you kept pumping his cock, feeling more pour out with each pulse of his cock until one of his hands grabbed your wrist shakily.

“Okay,” he said breathlessly as you took your hand away, “Okay I’m good.”

“Well, almost,” you said, pulling your hand away and looking for somewhere to wipe it. But you didn’t want cum on your clothes and you didn’t want your hand wiping through the dirt so you did the only thing you could think of and stuck your fingers in your mouth.

When you met Wonwoo’s gaze you found him frozen, blushing hard, and watching you as you sucked his cum off your hand.

“Y-You- u-uh-”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your fingers out and licked some of the cum off the back of your hand. “It’s the easiest way to clean up.”

“I-I yeah th-that makes sense.”

You looked down at his cock, still coated in his own cum before looking up at him. “Be quiet.”

“Why? What are y- oh,” He let out a shaky, quiet moan as you dragged your tongue along his cock, catching the cum on your tongue. His hips twitched from sensitivity and you moved as gently as you could, finishing by sucking the tip into your mouth before you brought your face up to meet his, fingers grabbing the hem of his boxers.

You were met with Wonwoo’s hands grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss that was much sweeter and needier than you could have expected. You froze as you processed what he was doing and as quickly as he had pulled you in he let you go, staring back at you wide eyed.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said faintly. “I didn’t- I-I shoul-”

“We should go find the group,” you said quickly, jumping to your feet.

“Y-Yeah we should,” Wonwoo mumbled shakily, tugging his shorts up.

#this is one of my fav smuts ive written in a while #its so much more fun writing for actual characters #camp north star au #cns au #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut

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Bewizarding

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anon: Draco x reader, fluff, Draco studying with us please? thanks, also no rush at all and feel free to ignore this request :)))

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Studying for the O.W.L.s with Draco takes an unexpected turn.

Words: 1.5k

angst || fluff

Warnings: let me know if there are any!

A/N: sorry if this is short but anyway here u go :DDD i also kinda strayed a bit i’m sorry sxjejkw i don’t feel like studying so 🤺🤺🤺

Their O.W.L.s were approaching in a month and there was simply no denying this had to be one of the most restless they’ve ever been. She often heard the same phrase being tossed around, although in different manners.

“We have a month!” One might say in nonchalance, even shrugging a shoulder and not giving a care at all.

Meanwhile, there was the other half that would say the exact phrase, “We have a month!” Only that this half would be frantically pulling out all notes from the bag, scribbling shakily with a quill on several parchments in hopes of keeping up. [Y/N] identified with this half. Badly.

How bad? Bad enough that she agreed to join the study group she’d been trying to avoid. Draco had informed her they’ve been studying a month earlier, and that it wasn’t too late for her to join and she exasperatedly replied, “What the hell, sign me up.”

Now, as she sat across the blond boy in the library, she found that maybe this was the most ridiculous idea she had ever let come into fruition — she’d liked him for about three years.

“It was just a crush,” she’d tell whoever was pestering her about fancying him. “And it ended, like, eons ago.”

On second thought, it most definitely did not. Okay, she wasn’t certain herself and studying with that person she’d been denying her feelings to certainly wasn’t helping. If anything, it only piled up new variables that bar her way from moving on.

Variables such as his hair, his eyes, his tie, his—

THUD!

“Shhhh!” Madam Pince hissed somewhere in the library. She then saw a timid first year a few tables away pick up a fallen chair and sit back.

“I see you’re slacking off, [Y/L/N].”

“Give me a break, Prefect.” She stood up straighter, putting her hand over her mouth as she yawned. They’d been there for about fifteen minutes now, and the others didn’t seem like they were coming. “Should we call it a day, then?”

“Come on, you didn’t have to make it obvious you don’t like my company.” Draco slammed his book in Charms shut and stared right at her.

“What? It’s not like that, maybe we just need a breather, you know.” She stood straighter and grabbed a book from the stack they piled up. “But alright, if you really want to do this now.”

[Y/N] hauled her bag off the floor, dumping it on the wooden table. To Draco’s surprise, she pulled out a card-sized box from an inner pocket of the bag. When she opened the box, she settled it in the center of the table.

“Poker?” guessed Draco.

“No, you idiot. They’re called flashcards, and I made them myself.” [Y/N] shuffled the cards as silently as she could, not wanting to get kicked out by Madam Pince.

“The cards?” he asked.

“Interested in Muggle things, huh?”

“No,” he said defensively with his arms crossed with a look of utter denial.

“Right,” she said, unconvinced. “Anyway, I’ve been making these since . . . Christmas, I think? Wait — oh, yeah, it was around Christmas.”

He stood up from his chair.

“Woah, where’re you going?” she asked, confused. “They’re really effective, for your information.”

To her relief, he simply crossed the table to sit right next to her. Maybe not so much relief because he was too close. She wanted to ask where the others were but it didn’t seem wise to bring up right now.

“I am switching” — he adjusted his chair and managed a small wink — “positions.”

“Firstly, ew. And I just wanted to repeat that they’re really, really effective. It’s how I studied for school before Hogwarts. Fun days, though. If I’m being honest, I actually miss it. Only difference is that I used index cards with my cute colored pens and—”

“Colored pens?”

“Yeah! My personal fave was purple, too bad no house here’s purple. Maybe I should move to Massachusetts and study in Ilvermorny, I heard one of the houses had that color.”

“Moving schools just for the house color? You might not even get that house, that’s just downright stu—”

“Gee, chill. It’s a joke. Also, why are we talking about this?”

“You started it,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“I sta— agh, I don’t even want to bother. Anyway, O.W.L.s. This stack is for Charms. We’ll be covering the easiest ones first. You know, incantation and wand movement but let’s do incantation first. I show you the card and you’ll tell me what the in—”

“Do you fancy anyone?” said Draco.

“People stink, I hope that’s enough answer. Alright, first one is . . . the Fire-Making spell.” She held out the card in front of him. Behind it, she could see the answer clearly but she didn’t have to — she knew it the moment she saw the card. She felt a surge of pride pump through.

“Good thing I was a ferret, does that count?”

“Didn’t that scar you for eternity? And don’t ferrets stink even worse? Why are you even— I’m not gonna ask at this point.” She flicked the card on his forehead, earning a flinch from him. “Now, Fire-Making spell. Give me the incantation and wand movement. Use . . . this.” She handed him a pencil, which he eyed curiously.

“Is this a—”

“Pencil, yes.” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Fire-making spell, rodent.” But her mind was elsewhere now, too.

“So, do you?”

“Do I what?” She was still holding out the card, and her arm was numbing already but she didn’t want to put it down.

“Fancy anyone,” he replied. “So?”

“Draco, we don’t have time for this. We’ve already wasted an hour or something.” It was true. Eager as she was to hear what he had to say, she didn’t want to get even a single T on her card. Just thinking about it made her shudder.

“There is no study group,” said Draco with an air of inexplainable serenity. “I just wanted to ask you out. That is, if you still think I’m — what was it? Bewizarding.”

Crap, she thought, the memory of a conversation during her first year at Hogwarts coming to mind. She had been sitting in the Great Hall, transfixed at the sight of the boy with the scrunched nose as he looked around the Hall. First years had just gotten sorted into their respective Houses. She didn’t know who she said it to, but she just leaned to the side and straight up told the person beside her, “Wow, he looks like a younger and super blond Leonardo DiCaprio but with a different nose and, like, bewit— bewizarding.”

How that had gotten to him, she did not know.

“So, do you?” he repeated, obviously triumphant. He heard of it about two years ago just before the Yule Ball, and he’d been trying to snag her attention since then — even considering asking her out, but she had already said yes to some fifth year from Gryffindor.

“Do I fancy anyone?” she said.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, now I am asking you if you still find me Bewizarding as you said I was.” Draco put his hand on top of hers, putting it — along with the card — down in the table. He tucked the pencil behind her ear. “So?”

“What if . . . I don’t?”

“Well,” he said while adjusting his tie, “I haven’t really considered that. Shame, I guess. But, you know, can’t really—”

“Oh, no! I see where that went wrong, I should have led with something better. Uh, how do I even say this — yeah!” His eyes brightened at this. “Er — I do. So, are we still studying or what?”

“Nope, but we are going to Hogsmeade. See you around?” He stood up, pushing the chair back in once out of it.

“Okay, cool, but what?” Her eyes went to the box of cards. Maybe she didn’t have to study much, but she couldn’t bear the thought of not doing anything at all.

He simply gave her a hearty smile, turning around to leave the library when she called out to him. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Uh . . .” What was he supposed to do? He turned back around and took one step, still thinking about what it was. When he finally reached her again, he hesitantly — though more awkwardly — pressed a kiss on her forehead. “There?”

“No, I meant your books, you idiot.” She gestured at his fair share of scattered books across the table. He could see her fighting the urge not to laugh. “But that was good, too.”

“Oh, right, my books. Sorry,” he said. He met her eyes and the two laughed, covering their mouths in a questionable attempt to stifle their laughter. “You know what? You wanna get out of here?”

“What the heck, okay.” They picked up the books that could fit into their bags and walked out together, keeping a respectable distance but still close nonetheless.

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 17)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood, Death, Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death, !Character Suicide!

Previous Chapter: Non-Standard

Next Chapter: 百鬼夜行 - Hyakki Yakou

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Chapter 17: Inferno: Flames of Hell

You wake up in the infirmary. Hiroki had healed you beforehand. You abruptly sat up, looking around the room, before finding him, cleaning some medical tools. “Thanks Niichan.” He smiled as he came over to hug you and messed up your hair.

“It’s okay. I didn't think Satoru would push you this hard. He’s a good teacher for you, much as I hate to call him a good teacher. Did you consider going to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech instead? You could’ve gone ya know, we wouldn’t hold you back.”

You mulled it over. “I think I’m staying here. I’ve settled in and everyone around me is amazing. They’re like a second family to me.”

He smiled before looking a bit annoyed. “Yeah well, glad you like them at least. Someone’s been waiting all this time for you. Rude if I don’t let him see ya, right sis?”

Hiroki walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Noritoshi with one hand up as if to knock.

Your mouth opened and closed.

“Y/n.” He was still so determined. What makes him have so much faith in you? You looked back to Hiroki, but he only gave you his trademark "Get your shit together" look and waved you off.

You walked up to Noritoshi by the doorway, and he stood back to let you through. You both ended walking quietly side by side in the hallway.

Noritoshi smiled, you didn’t run away from him for once.

"Y/n, can we… talk if you're up for it?" He asked quietly, a small sad smile on his face.

You took a deep breath, turned to face him and were thrown into a vision.

◇◇◇

"They've found us, run for it, love." Hotaru dragged you away from the small inn you were both staying at.

You stumbled after him and ran off. A member of the Abe clan had seen the both of you in the midst of fighting curses at an abandoned shrine. They tried to chase the both of you down, but you both fought back and ran further away until they’ve lost sight of you.

But currently, you are facing a much larger problem. A shadow in the distance. Just the silhouette of the curse was enough to etch despair deep in your bones.

With four large arms, two faces and a gigantic body, Ryomen Sukuna could be identified easily. You grabbed onto Hotaru and tried to push you both forward with your technique.

"Uraume. After them. I've heard rumours about a fated pair. It seems as if they are the ones." Sukuna smirked.

"As you wish." Uraume quickly caught up to the both of you.

They quickly froze your escape path, sealing you both in a circle of ice. Hotaru held you as you activated Inferno to break the ice and continued running. You were both dangerously running low on cursed energy. Especially as Hotaru had just fought over a dozen of curses.

"Hooh?? The woman does have power. I want her." Sukuna's eyes lit up madly. He shot a flaming arrow, forcing you to push Hotaru behind you.

Sukuna focused and slashed both Hotaru from behind. Uraume shot shards of ice towards you, but Hotaru shifted your positions.

You watched in horror as your lover took the attack for you. He was bleeding profusely and even his technique couldn’t help him from anemia.

“No no no no no, stay with me.” You screamed at him.

“Misaki, my love, for you I’d burn down the world, travel across thousands of miles, and kill anyone who tried to hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry we can’t be together much longer.” He teared up while cupping the side of your cheek.

“No, don’t go.” You leaned down to press your lips against his, trying to give him a bit of air. But it wasn’t enough. His hand fell limp and he breathed his last. Kamo Hotaru died in your arms.

"Hotaru, no." You sobbed out painfully, hugging his cold body to your chest.

"The talk of the town huh? You must be the soulmate pair judging by the marks on your hands." Sukuna stepped up with Uraume right behind him.

He was a terrifying sight upclose.

You froze as he knelt down and lifted your chin, "What a beauty you are. I wouldn't mind playing with you for a while and having you all to myself, before eating you up." He licked his lips lavisciously.

"So young, and such soft skin." Sukuna's hand trailed down your cheek and squeezed along the curves of your trembling body.

You never felt more dirty in your life. A man other than your lover, touching you like this. "Be my toy, would you? Your lover is dead after all. Why not humor me?" Sukuna jeered. He didn’t care about your silent sobs, even relishing in how you looked right now.

Utterly destroyed. With a monster claiming he wants you for himself.

He grabbed your chin roughly and forced a kiss on your lips. You snapped out of your shock, feeling your anger overcome your fear.

‘I'd rather die than let him have me.'

And so, you pushed Sukuna and Uraume far away and built a solid air barrier around you and Hotaru.

You thrust a hand out and an oil lamp came flying your way. It broke in front of you. Inferno was activated to spread the flames quickly. 'We are meant to stay together, my love, even if it means death.' You quickly slit your throat with a harsh cut, not wanting to die a slow death in the flames.

You choked out blood as Sukuna came near. He shattered your barrier easily with Dismantle, reaching for you. You panicked. You weren't going to die in time.

And you did the craziest thing you could think of. Activating Niflheim simultaneously with Inferno. Freezing everything around you, except for the still burning flames consuming you and Hotaru.

It didn't help too much. Sukuna produced flames out of his hand, while Uraume easily manipulated the frost.

Lightning shot out of your hands dangerously in your confusion. You don't know what you just did. But it didn't matter. You were quickly losing consciousness.

Crimson splattered onto the ground and over Hotaru’s corpse. You burned past the limits of your cursed energy, releasing bolts of lightning.

Sukuna’s hand reached out and activated his reverse cursed technique on you. “Not so fast.” He looked angry.

He was able to seal the cut, but with the last of your energy, you used Inferno on your body, bursting into flame before Sukuna and Uraume.

They were forced to back away and stared as you and Hotaru both turned to ash, the heat an insane temperature they couldn’t approach.

Sukuna threw his head back and cackled, "The lengths people go to for love. What fools Jujutsu sorcerers are!"

◇◇◇

The vision ends. You and Noritoshi gasp harshly. The hallway is covered in ice.

You slowly realized you unconsciously activated Niflheim. You swiped your palm through the air. All the windows along the hallway simultaneously opened.

The vision was far too vivid.

You covered your throat with your hands as though to stop a wound from opening, remembering how the dagger dragged through your neck bones. The flames felt painful as they ate at your body without your cursed technique protecting you from them.

Noritoshi kneeled down and touched his gut. He felt the poison of Sukuna's slash and Uraume's ice eat his body. After his past soul had died. Hotaru's spirit watched the events transpire from above you. So he was able to see it from a 3rd person's point of view.

How Sukuna had wanted you. How you ended your life for him.

You staggered back from Noritoshi, face as white as a sheet, running for the bathroom with bile rising up your throat.

That vision was eerily reminiscent of how Sora-nee died in your arms. You were on the borderline of hyperventilating.

Noritoshi ran after you, “Wait!”. You stumbled into the girl’s bathroom, opened a cubicle door and vomited everything out into the toilet.

The sounds of retching were loud even from outside. Noritoshi halted in his tracks when he saw that you’ve gone into the ladies room.

Fuck manners. If it was to take care of you, he doesn’t care about being gentlemanly or if he was called a pervert. He rushed in, wrapped his arms around you, pulled back your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your stomach.

You were vomiting pretty hard, to the point where it hurt your abdomen. “My dear angel, shhhh it's okay, I'm here.” You continued heaving and reached back with one hand to push him away. But Noritoshi was incredibly stubborn, not letting go of you.

“Noritoshi I literally smell like shit, please leave.”

“Nope. I don't care. I will take care of you. As your soulmate I’m responsible for you.”

Your eye twitched at that.

Both of you were still trembling from the aftermath of the vision. How terrible and cursed it was, that past life.

You closed the lid, flushed the toilet, then lifted it again. You leaned over with heavy breaths, but it looks like you’re done puking. Noritoshi just sat behind you, his hands stroking your belly, keeping your body warm.

It was nice. But he’s not yours anymore. It was only then you felt something wet on your shoulder. Noritoshi was crying.

“It almost… felt like I just lost you… My darling...” loud hitches of breath echoed in the bathroom.

You froze, not knowing how to comfort him at a time like this. You patted his head, and he leaned into your hand.

Even as you close your eyes, the images keep racing through the back of your eyelids. Flames. Blood. Lightning. Hotaru.

“I need to wash up in the sink.”

Noritoshi gave a soft grunt in reply, arms tightening around your waist. You stood up and half dragged him out of the cubicle. He never lets go. His arm is still around your waist, making you half waddle around the bathroom with him like a penguin with its child.

You brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush Jujutsu High has for its guests and rinse your mouth with several cups of mouthwash, the strong scent of mint hanging in the air. You spat it all out, but you still felt nauseous.

You turned and wiped away his tears with your sleeve. He bent down and tucked you under his chin, breathing in your scent. You were both alive. It was fine.

You pulled back when the door slammed open. It was Momo and Mai.

“......”

“.....”

The four of you had a stare off before realizing Noritoshi wasn’t supposed to be in there.

“Kamo kun, you’re in the wrong bathroom. Have you dumbed down so much you’ve forgotten?” Momo asked with wide eyes.

Mai stared at you and noticed how sick you looked. You just shook your head at her and quickly walked out of the bathroom, shrugging Noritoshi’s hand off of you.

'To hell with all this.', you thought to yourself

◇◇◇

"Wait!"

Noritoshi caught up to you in the hallway, grabbed your hand and turned you around to face him. He stopped caring about where he was.

"I'm never giving up on you. I won't, because I love you and I know that now."

You sniffed hard, tears running down your cheeks. You've had enough of this confusion. If you're being truthful to yourself, you missed him.

You missed Noritoshi and his kind words. His touch and his kisses. His soft bits of encouragement and picnic dates.

You want him back. It was just as Hiroki had said, you were pushing Noritoshi away without giving him a chance to explain himself.

But the vision completely broke you. You pulled your hand away, "Don't touch me. Don't follow me. Don't come near me." You whispered.

Noritoshi swallowed hard. "Why won't you let me explain myself?" But you just shook your head.

"Maybe we weren't what we thought we were." You didn't mean it, but you still forced the words out painfully.

Noritoshi flinched, "Why would you say that? You believed in us. I still believe in us. In you."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "That vision. Why did we have it? We could be dooming ourselves by staying together, Noritoshi, I can't do that to you. Maybe I am cursed to hurt the ones I love."

He scoffed. "Preposterous. They are our past lives, but they aren't us. We are different people with different choices. You’re not cursed Y/N, since when have you become so narrow minded?"

You stiffened. "Maybe I have always been so. I'm just tired of everything now. Plus I need to take down that damn curse, even if it kills me." You spun on your heel.

Something inside Noritoshi snapped. He now understands how it feels to be pushed away like an outsider. He grabbed your wrist, ignoring your angry whispers as he single-handedly dragged you back into his room.

This man was strong. Not even your hardest tugs threw him off balance. He slammed the door shut once you were both inside and you felt a bit shaken, not having any place to run.

"Why are you trying to do this all by yourself?! You may be a Special Grade Sorcerer, but that doesn't mean you're invincible! A war is not won by one person. Can't you trust me?" He hissed.

"Trust you? Trust you?! How about me? Big words from someone who didn't even want to let me meet or know the people he holds dear to him."

This was the most idiotic argument you had in your life. You didn't even mean half the words that you were saying. Just wanting to win a pointless argument you wished never existed in the first place.

"I thought you agreed to speak to me if that was still bothering you. You said we would work things out together." Noritoshi shook your shoulders.

You held your tongue not knowing what else to say. Noritoshi was still so sweet after all this mess. Pulling you into a warm embrace, patting your head as he cries into your shoulder.

"Will you stay with me at least? During the war.”

"Of course." You didn't even think as you agreed. Even Noritoshi looked surprised at your lack of reluctance. "I won't lose you."

You both stood awkwardly there, not knowing what to do. Noritoshi didn't want you to leave yet, wanting to bask a bit more in your presence. His mark cooled down as his hand slipped into yours.

But you stepped and turned away from him, ignoring how his fingers desperately clung onto the hem of your shirt. "I'll go then… Don’t want to intrude... "

"Would you like to stay for dinner and talk?" He called out hopefully.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll be with Hiro-nii in my room." You purse your lips.

"I love you." He said once more. There was no room for hesitation in his voice.

You paused, temples throbbing heavily from the onset of a headache. Too many thoughts raced through your head and not all of them were good.

"I don't know what you heard the other day, but I will never take in any concubines. You're my one and only, Angel."

You only half believed him right now, his words going in one ear and leaving through the other. ‘People can lie. He is capable of lying.’ your shitty brain just makes every situation sound worse each time. This type of negative line of thinking was so unhealthy.

He must have understood your thoughts.

"My love please," he's begging you now. You turn to him, face full of confusion and hurt. You opened your mouth, and thought better.

This wasn't the best time to run your thoughts.

"I’m sorry for being in a really bad headspace right now. Are you willing to wait for me?" This time it was you who asked him this. Noritoshi studied your face before nodding. “That’s okay. As you have with me, I will do the same with you.”

You sucked a deep breath, eyes watering. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared, we are just kids. We aren’t supposed to bear the weight of saving a nation this early on.”

“I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.”

“You won’t. We won’t.”

“I’m sorry for being such a pain. I know we need to talk about all of this, eventually.” You couldn’t help the whimpers that came out of your mouth.

“I love every bit of you. Even if you're like this… No... Because I understand how you feel. You have a right to be angry, because I held back a lot of things from you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you or love you.” He carefully put out a palm facing up, allowing you to make a choice. You slowly put your hand over his.

“For real?” you whispered so quietly, he had to strain his ears to hear you.

“For real. Since when have I lied to you?”

‘Not once.’ you numbly thought.

Who knew a man could be so delicate. He held your hand lightly, not daring to squeeze it. Just a sign of openness and faith. He lowered his head towards you, eyes hooded.

You shivered as his lips brushed against the back of your hand. Soft, warm and plush. Like the first time he kissed you on the cheek. Shaky yet loving.

"Get some rest then, good night." You left the room.

He wondered if you still loved him now. Gone were the nights you soundly slept in his arms. He could barely pull himself together as he readied himself for dinner and bed.

Back in your room, you sobbed into your pillow. It hurts so much, because your faith in Noritoshi isn’t what it used to be. You wish for yourself to trust him like you did before. It’s frustrating.

There are times you wish you never heard that conversation. But that means staying ignorant to his familial affairs which won't do you any good in the long run.

Love is painful. Love feels like you've filled your lungs with water and you can't breathe. Sometimes it's like that icy inhale of the cold morning air on the winter solstice.

But it also keeps you going. The warmth of being in Noritoshi's arms earlier was more than enough to convince you to stay.

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shhhh.

ugh.

That’s...that’s someone texting me.

I was woken by the sound of my phone, the first beams of sun sneaking in through the cheap plastic blinds of my apartment’s small, single window. I was disoriented - what time was it? How long had I been sleeping? I thought I was in my office, on that cot? Anyway, someone was texting me, and…

There it was again, a fourth alert, from a number I didn’t recognize. And it was morning, not quite quarter-to-seven. Swiping into my texts, I immediately saw the photo…

Two of my receptionists, Brittni and Bobbi, Young girls, friends, inseparable. They were here for, uh, jesus-

"were here to pick u up n get u to the hospitall for your rounds"

Oh shit. It's Thursday morning.

Was it Thursday already?!? I was due into the hospital in - oh christ - twenty minutes!

And my - ugh ugh ugh - my car was gone! The facts, the events of the past two days began to settle back into me. It had been taken away by Sheryl, my wife. My wife had taken away my car. In my distress I had torn through the office yesterday morning more or less naked, lap-swaddled by Melissa, lifted, carried and then holy shit basically hand-raped and boob-smothered by the new Eastern European APRN, Morgan. This was all on Wednesday morning. And it was somehow Thursday already?!? How had I slept so long?!? And - who moved me from the cot in my office to here???

Anyway - I didn’t have time to think. I sprang out of bed. I needed to get ready, fast! The ignominy of needing a ride to the hospital this early AM from two of my youngest employees - something arranged, no doubt, by Melissa - was a fact I was going to have to ignore. Shirt, pants - too big. Belt - yikes. Shoes - I’m swimming in them. Was I actually 5’3”?!? Like Morgan measured yesterday? How could this be happening??? No time to be anxious, I’ll figure this out later, I decided, slamming the door to my apartment behind m-

What the hell?

The hallway was sealed off, plywood blocking the way that would have led to the stairs down to the atrium. The construction! Yes! Melissa had said they were working to tear down most of the second floor and - jesus - there were the new, small stairs, spiral, that would lead me down…

In the near-dark of the early morning I made it down, through Melissa’s silent office, and - the front entrance, also sealed - out through a side door. I was confused, disoriented. Holy shit what was happening to this place?! My practice?!

Hurriedly making my way out, finally, to the front parking lot, I found the two girls in Brittni’s white minivan, pulled up to the curb.

“hiiiiiiii….!” they sang in unison, turned from their front seats to watch me enter as I slid open the passenger’s side back door and hopped in. Their smiles were huge, delighted, and it smelled nice in the car.

“Good morning,” I answered, struggling to slam shut the door behind me, “thanks for doing this…”

“Seat belt…?” Bobbi suggested, brows raised expectantly.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I agreed, clicking myself in, looking around the cabin a bit as we began to pull away “Nice…van.”

“It’s my family’s?” Brittni answered, turning out of the lot onto the main drag. I felt a quick, small pang of nausea hit me, like car sickness.

I shook it off.

Excited, the girls talked non-stop as we drove, Brittni with her eyes on the road or watching me in the rearview, Bobbi turned in her seat the whole time to face me. Both girls were dressed in jeans and black tops, showing - yikes - more cleavage than I’d seen in either one of them before. I did my best not to look down at Bobbi’s inviting chest, or steal glances at Brittni’s curvy profile. They were young - what? Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one? - but double yikes. Had they always been built like this??

It was thankfully a short drive to the small community hospital where I saw my patients, maybe about ten minutes. But throughout the whole thing they were giddy, giggly, obviously tickled pink by their assignment of chauffeuring me to work and amused that it was just after sunrise and they were driving their boss around since his wife had taken away his car. Their eyes glittered merrily, their smiles wide and white.

For myself I did my best to sit straight, look confident, speak clearly. My rumpled, oversized clothes and messy hair might not have helped matters; I’d gotten myself dressed and ready in all of three minutes and it showed. But, I hoped I could keep up at least some airs of professionalism in this otherwise totally demeaning situation. I needed to remain an authority figure, as best I could, to my young employees. I’d thought I was doing okay, keeping up with the light conversation which was - at the very least - thankfully distracting me from thoughts of yesterday, or how I was going to return to work at the office without melting from the humiliation. Two of my new employees - Shanette and then Morgan - had had their ways with me in less than the span of twenty-four hours. And that was notwithstanding the fact that I’d spent time cradled in my office manager’s lap. Oh my god what was happening??

In a brief moment of quiet, as Bobbi and Brittni tittered between themselves over something, I took the chance to gaze out the window. I thought about the office, remembering the hallways, the breakroom, Melissa’s couch. Aside from the humiliation I was beginning, for some reason, to feel a little...homesick? Thinking I shouldn’t be leaving, driving further away. It made me feel funny, like I was doing something wrong. Another brief wave of nausea hit me; I took a deep breath and stopped looking out the window. Settle down, I told myself, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. A deep breath - smelling of the girls, that new perfume - helped.

Before I knew it, though, we were pulled up to the front entrance of the hospital and Bobbi and Brittni were waving me goodbye, each smiling out the passenger’s side window as I gathered myself and stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Byeeeeee…!” they both sang, giggling as I hurried away. Thankfully I’d remembered my briefcase. “We’ll pick you up here at eleven..!” I heard Bobbi call after me.

Inside the front entrance, I stopped. I heard the sliding doors close off behind me, and I took another deep breath. There was that nausea again. Get it together, J.

Rounds. My Thursday mornings had, for years, consisted of me visiting my patients in their rooms: the diabetics, the stroke victims, the heart failures. Those that had been brought in as emergencies or ones that I’d admitted myself over the past weeks. Part of me always enjoyed rounds, seeing my patients in a different environment than the office, helping coordinate their care. I also liked the staff at the hospital, and had grown friendly with many of the nurses, receptionists and other physicians.

But, right off the bat, my visit this week went weirdly. Aside from the now-frequent waves of nausea, I was acutely aware of the stares. If I’d had hopes that no one would notice that I looked small, pale and weak, that my clothes didn't fit, that I was basically a shrunken mess - well, I was sadly mistaken. Not that much was mentioned, at first, but I’m sure they all saw how I was making mistakes, unable to concentrate, dropping things and stumbling over my words. It took one of my patients, though, about halfway through the morning as I visited him in his hospital bed, to speak the unspoken; “Where’s my real doctor?!” the old man croaked out, “This guy’s just a kid!!”

The two nurses in the room - each taller than me but somehow holding their tongues - turned to me. I began to stammer something, began to try to explain, but was immediately clenched with another grip of nausea, the worst yet. “Excuse me…” I asked, and rushed from the room.

I made it as far as the floor’s breakroom before I had to vomit in a sink.

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