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#speaking of them i'm stressed about my best friends and everyone i know wants to talk to me and i just Can't

torukmaktoskxawng · 11 months

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Headcanons if Avatar!Grace lived and raised Kiri alongside the Sullys and adopted Spider:

"Jake Sully, I know damn well that you didn't just ground your son for recklessness! 'You wanna hear about reckless? How about the time you taunted a baby hammerhead titanothere and its mother before being chased into the jungle by a Thanator like the asshat you are."

Spider is depressed because Neytiri has yet to warm up to him. Grace gathers him up like he's still a baby and since she's a Na'vi and he's a human, it's so easy to do: "Give her some time, kiddo. Neytiri has lost more than most to the Sky People. In the meantime, go find your sister. I think she's been wanting to show you her newest verse in her songcord."

"Neteyam, sometimes you gotta just ignore your father. He's a jarhead. No. I'm not telling you what that means."

Kiri when she's vocal about her insecurities and how she feels different from everyone else. Grace silently listens before saying: "You hear Eywa? Normally, I would call you crazy from a scientist's perspective... but after what Eywa has done for me... After she saved all that I am in this body while the human one died, and after she gave me you, I don't think it sounds as crazy anymore. You're a miracle, baby. My sweet little miracle. You and your brother are so special, and any moron who says otherwise must have a death wish."

Ever watch Once Upon a Time? Remember this scene between Regina and Emma? ⤵️

Quaritch: He's my son-!

Grace: HE'S NOT, HE'S MINE!

"Jake, Lo'ak came to me traumatized because he walked in on you and Neytiri."

Jake: It was an accident. But at the same time, he can't just walk in without announcing himself.

"No? Huh. That's funny. Hey, I think Norm should go talk to your son about the time you wheeled in on him and Trudy--"

Speaking of Norm, Grace has a hard time being able to fit herself in their portable biolab due to the size so Norm and Max build a large greenhouse and lab meant for Grace's new height difference. They can't change the fact that the microscopes are still too small for her hands, however.

"If my hands weren't capable of crushing the damn thing I would've done it myself instead of letting you idiots tamper the samples with your saliva AGAIN."

She still teaches all the village kids how to speak English among other human customs. A new school is built in the mountains and Tuk is her best student, obviously.

Grace vocally admits she prefers Jake in a wheelchair because he was easier to push around. To which Jake responds: "Woman, you know damn well you still push me around."

Here's some more angst: Kiri and Spider are arguing and I believe this scene comes from the live action Mowgli movie:

Kiri: You're my best friend, Spider. I understand what it's like for no one to want you. I don't have any friends neither. But we have each other and we're like the same--

Spider: We're not the same.

Kiri: We are. Because- you're special, and I'm special--

Spider: WE'RE NOT SPECIAL! Don't you get it?! We'll never be one of them! We're freaks! You're not special, Kiri! It's just something Mom tells you to make you feel better about yourself BECAUSE YOU CAME OUT WRONG!

(Side note: Wow. I just made myself cry.)

Grace would be beside herself. She's trying to comfort Kiri after the fight and trying to figure out what to do with Spider. She knows she should ground him, but at the same time, she knows where he's coming from and why he finally snapped. With Quaritch hunting them and likely trying to take Spider back, the boy is beyond stressed on top of still trying to fit in.

Lo'ak ended up being the one who got Kiri and Spider to make up after giving each other the silent treatment for a week. Lo'ak understood them better than Grace ever could.

Grace, with Rotxo, probably: If you break my daughter's heart, then I'll break your tail.

Jake is trying to get his whole family to behave alongside the Metkayina so that they could stay there and not get kicked out. He didn't realize he'll have to make GRACE AUGUSTINE behave on top of that.

Ronal and Grace have MAD respect for each other you can't convince me otherwise.

I NEED to see Avatar!Grace riding a skimwing with the brightest smile on her face that would be so amazing.

Tsireya buddies up to her immediately, sticking to her side like glue and asking a hundred questions, usually followed by "Can I take Kiri and Spider swimming?"

Ao'nung keeps a good several feet between himself and Grace. He's suspicious and she straightens him out with one glare, ESPECIALLY after he bullied her kids around for being freaks.

Grace even got Tonowari to laugh when she came dragging his son home by the ear for talking rudely to her.

Grace is like a second mom to Neytiri when they're so far away from home.

And finally:

"I'm too old for this bullshit."

Please reblog and add your own headcanons! I need more Grace

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cringe-but-proud · 3 months

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Can you do a story were you date Sirius so he can actually Date Remus and reg don't know and likes you and gets jealous

If you can thx you <3

I didn't think I'd like writing this as much as I did lol.

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Some Warnings: Technically a modern AU, a bit of cursing, mentions of a bad home life, jealous Reg, sort of angsty???

A/n: I made this new Year's themed even though new years has passed 🤗 Cause y'all can't stop me 🤬🤬🤬 This is DEFINITELY my longest fic yet. PLEASE DON'T LET IT FLOP GUYS.... My requests are open btw

Ah, winter break. It was something everyone at Hogwarts looked forward to. Well, almost everyone. There were those who didn't get to go home to their families and some who wished they didn't have to go home to their families.

One of those people was a friend of yours, Sirius Black. He often avoided talking about his home life, but you knew it wasn't good. And you knew going home for the holidays could be hard for him. So, when it was the day before winter break and the two of you had a moment alone, you asked if there was anything you could do to make the break easier for him.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

Seven words you'd never expected to hear from your best friend. Your best friend who was in a gay relationship, nonetheless.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment. "No!"

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not what you think." Sirius put his hands up as if to show his innocence. "I don't really want you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to pretend. Please."

"Why?!"

"Because," he explained. "My parents have started to get... Suspicious about my total lack of any girlfriend. And I may have told them that I was dating you.... Y'know, to throw them off my track..."

You stared at him. "You told your parents we were dating?!" You repeated, clearly upset at him.

"I know, I know. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry." He says. "But, if I didn't give them some sort of excuse, they might've found out about me and Remus!"

You were still upset, but you could understand why he did what he did. "So..." You crossed your arms. "You said I need to pretend to date you. What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

"Over the break, I need you to come over for a couple days. My parents will meet you, get to know you, blah, blah, blah. And then, you'll never have to speak with them again. If they ask about you after that, I'll say we broke up."

You really weren't a fan of having to fake date your best friend. You also weren't a fan of having to meet his parents who you'd only heard negative things about. But... You knew how happy he was with Remus and you would hate for his parents to find out about the two. You sighed. "You're lucky we're friends."

"Is that an agreement?" He asked, a grateful smile on his face.

"Yes. But, you'll be forever in debt to me."

"Fine by me."

The next day, while on the train to 9 3/4, you and Sirius mostly just planned for you having to meet his parents. You decided that you'd arrive the day after Christmas, stay for news years eve, and leave new Year's Day.

A lot of the train ride was spent establishing some basic facts about your "relationship". How you'd met, your first date, what your wedding would be like (which was strange, but Sirius assured you that his parents would ask about marriage), and some other details.

Soon enough, the train ride was over. Your winter break was fine. You enjoyed getting to see your family, but you were quite stressed about seeing Sirius' family. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but you knew that was out of the question. You had to do this. For Sirius.

The morning of December 26th was a cold one. You wished you'd had more protection against the cold, but the formal attire you were wearing could only do so much. Sirius had told you to bring nice, formal clothing for the few days you'd be there. You were a bit worried you'd still be underdressed, though.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the literal mansion that Sirius lived in.

After a few moments, the door opened. Regulus black stood on the other side.

Oh.

"Hi." You greeted, trying to politely smile at him. He didn't return the gesture. He did the opposite he gave you a look of... Annoyance?

"You're here for Sirius."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, so you just gave a nod.

He stepped aside to let you in, his eyes trailing over your attire, making you feel nervous. "He's in the living room with mother and father." Regulus said before walking off.

What a strange interaction. You and Regulus weren't close, by any means. But, you never thought he disliked you. You thought the opposite was true. Whenever the two of you did interact, he was always quite nice.

You tried to shrug off the interaction, but you just couldn't. Even when you were next to Sirius, meeting his parents for the first time, the way he'd acted toward you was on your mind.

The worst part of your day was dinner. You were worried about everything. How you were eating, how you were sitting, the way everyone was looking at you, the way Regulus was looking at you.

"Y/n," You were broken out of your thoughts by Walburga's authoritative voice. "I want to know how you and Sirius began seeing each other."

You nervously glanced over to Sirius who gave you a forced looking smile. You looked back to Walburga. Gods, she scared you. "Well, it wasn't too long ago." You said, trying your hardest not to break eye contact with her. "It was late September. He told me since we'd known each other for so long, he thought we'd be a good match."

Sirius nodded along. "We went on a couple dates, turns out we really like each other." He said.

You glanced over to Regulus. He was glaring at you. You didn't break eye contact and after a moment something else flashed through his eyes. Something softer. Sadness?

"So," Walburga broke your attention away from Regulus as you looked back to her. "Are you serious about your relationship with my son?"

"Very." You replied.

"Do the two of you plan on marrying?"

You swallowed. "As soon as possible."

You heard silverware clatter as Regulus abruptly stood up. "I need to be excused." He said lowly.

Walburga raised an eyebrow. "You've hardly eaten." She stated. There wasn't any concern in her voice like you'd expect. It was a blatant statement.

"I know." He says. "I'm done."

His mother gave him a disapproving look, but didn't object.

Regulus stormed out of the room. You couldn't help but frown as you watched him leave.

The next few days were a bit uneventful. Most of your time was either spent in the guest bedroom you were staying in, or talking with Sirius. You were still confused by Regulus' attitude toward you. You knew his and Sirius' relationship was a rocky one. But, you didn't think that affected what he thought of you. He'd known you and Sirius were friends, and he still treated you kindly. But, now that the two of you were pretending to date, he had a problem with it? It didn't make any sense!

It was December 31st now. You and Sirius were sitting in his room, eating lunch while sitting on the floor.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh, God."

"Shut up, let me finish." Sirius chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. "I was thinking about going to a party tonight."

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

"James and his family have a new years party every year. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some extra company."

You thought about it. Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for a party. Plus, if his parents caught you sneaking out, your heart would probably stop. "I think I'll sit this one out." You said after a moment.

"You sure?"

You gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd rather stay in. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without me."

"Oh, I will."

You smacked his arm.

The clock read 11:39. You were alone in your guest room sitting in your bed. You had your laptop open in front of you as you watched a broadcasting of one of the many new Year's events that were going on tonight. You were absentmindedly looking at the crowded city streets displayed on your screen when-

"I wouldn't be using that while having the door open." Regulus said. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking from you, to the laptop, and then back to you.

"Why not?" You asked.

"My mother doesn't approve of us using muggle technology." He said. "And I doubt she'd be okay with her son's girlfriend using it."

You sighed. "Right... Girlfriend."

Regulus raised a brow at how you'd said that. "What are you watching, anyway?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"A new Year's parade."

"... Could I join you?"

You were surprised at that. After how cold he'd been acting toward you over the past few days, you'd assumed the last thing he'd want to do tonight is spend time with you. But, you weren't against the idea of not being alone when the new Year started.

"Sure." You replied as you moved over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

The two of you watched the parade in silence for a few minutes until Regulus spoke. "How come I had no idea you and Sirius were dating?" He asked.

You glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"

"You said the two of you had been together since late September." He said. "How come nobody knew about it?"

You subconsciously began to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know." You shrugged. "Guess we weren't shouting about it from the rooftops."

Regulus didn't break his gaze away from you. After a pause, he spoke. "I never would've guessed you liked him in that way."

You didn't know how to reply to that, so you just shrugged again.

Regulus was still looking at you, even though your gaze was focused on the screen in front of you.

He paused. "What made you fall for him?" He asked.

You thought it was an odd question. When you turned to look at him, he looked sort of sad. "He..." You trailed off.

Regulus looked at you expectantly. You were trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank.

"You do like him don't you?"

You looked away nervously. You began to wonder whether or not he'd even care that your relationship with Sirius was fake. If he really was upset about you dating Sirius, then wouldn't he like to know that it was all just pretend?

"Y/n." He said your name and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

"He's not actually my boyfriend." You blurted out.

Regulus paused. "What?"

"He asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't want Walburga finding out about his actual relationship, so-"

"It's all fake?" He asked.

"All of it."

"You don't like him?"

"Not like that."

You swore you saw a sliver of a smile creep on to his face. "That's... Good."

You tilted your head. "Is it?"

"I mean..." He shrugged. "I just... I guess thinking you'd gotten with my brother was making me upset." He said.

"Why?"

"Because..." He hesitated. "I like you, Y/n."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Fuck, that actually explained a lot. You couldn't believe you hadn't realized sooner. You felt your face heat up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I was jealous. That's why I was acting so... Weird. Sorry for being such an asshole to you."

"That's alright." You paused. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? About your feelings, I mean."

He shrugged. "I didn't think you'd feel the same."

Honestly, you'd always found Regulus quite attractive. But, you figured there was no way he'd ever like you back, so you let go of that silly crush a while ago. But, this? This was making all of those feelings wash over you again.

It was 11:59 now. You could hear the commentators of the parade excitedly get ready for the countdown.

"I feel the same." You said, watching as a blush creeped on to his cheeks.

"Really?"

"Really."

His eyes seemed to sparkle at your admission. "I..."

You heard the countdown to the new Year begin.

"Can I kiss you?" Regulus asked softly. You nodded.

"Five!"

He leaned closer.

"Four!"

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

"Three!"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks.

"Two!"

He closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"One!"

Your lips met in a soft, romantic kiss. He brushed some hair out of your face and Gods, his hands were soft. You couldn't believe you'd ever managed to stop liking him.

When you pulled away he sighed contently as if that kiss was all he'd been needing his entire life.

You whispered something to him before pulling him in for another kiss.

"Happy new year."

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pedrithink · 1 year

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i don’t feel alright ✩ kylian mbappé

Summary: you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend (she’s mean 😡)

Note: just a little bit of angst and i tried my best, so i hope you guys like it! :)

Kylian puts his arms around your waist and tucks you better into his lap, he knows how much you love being close to him and does everything to make you comfortable.

"It's your first time here, right?" Neymar asks with curiosity in his eyes.

You lift your gaze to him and nod briefly with a small smile. "I've never been here before, I'm not normally one to go out much."

"But I'm changing that." Kylian moves you to sit sideways on his lap so that he can face you as he speaks.

"Unfortunately." You chuckle.

In the meantime, you got lost in the middle of Neymar’s conversation about the Liga’s games and watched the people dancing around with drinks in hand.

For a moment you thought you saw wrong, but you knew better, and you knew VERY WELL who that person next to Tchaga was.

Tchaga came closer and with each step you felt your heart speed up a little more. Why was he bringing her close to you? It was so uncomfortable, you felt uncomfortable with the presence of a person who always teased you.

During the months you and Kylian have been together, she has always made it clear that she doesn't like you and that Kylian’s friends are her friends too. The only thing you had to do was to accept this and keep all this teasing to yourself.

"Hey, doll. How are you? Long time no see." Tchaga pulls you off Kylian’s lap and hooks his arms around your neck pulling you into a hug. It's impossible not to like him, he's always been extremely affectionate and kind to you.

You disengage from the embrace and smile openly at him. "I'm fine, I missed you so much."

Tchaga runs his hand through your hair affectionately and already sets off to greet Neymar and Kylian. When he leaves your field of vision, you see the way Rose looks at you.

Of course she ignores you and goes off to greet the boys with all the happiness in the world, but you let it pass. You won't let it ruin your night.

Conversation goes on and on and you can only get stressed out by the way Kylian doesn't seem to notice in the way she treats him. You hate the way she laughs at him, you hate the way she puts her hand on his knee while talking and you hate even more how no one seems to notice the way she ignores you.

They believe this talk of her wanting to keep their friendship, even after they have been dating for 2 years, and simply ignore how she still loves him and how she still wants to be with him.

These thoughts of negativity come at you and you just want to run away, you just want to get out of there as fast as possible and ignore them until everything is sorted out in your mind.

It's not jealousy, you swear it's not. It's just unfair how everyone seems to ignore how you feel and not even question whether you would be comfortable with her presence there.

You murmur, already getting up to leave. "I'm going to get something to drink."

Kylian turns to you and lets out a smile, already getting ready to get up to walk you to the bar. You put a hand on his shoulder to make sure he stays seated. "Stay there, I won't be long."

He finds your attitude strange and your manner of speaking so serious, he really doesn't understand what has happened. He watches you leave with a frown and is tempted to leave to go after you, but Neymar looks at him and says to leave you alone for a while.

You lean against the bar and feel Kylian’s gaze burning into your back, but you don't turn to face him. You just need to take a deep breath and think straight before you say something that could hurt both of you in the process; you don't want to act impulsively and regret it later.

You order a drink from the barista and just feel your phone vibrating in your front pants pocket, you know it's Kylian and try your best not to pick it up and read the messages, but you can't control yourself.

Kyky 🥰: hey!!!!

Kyky 🥰: What's going on?

You took a deep breath and stuck to answering his messages briefly.

You: Nothing happened, I just felt thirsty.

Kyky 🥰: I know you. Kyky 🥰: Please, don't lie to me.

And he is right, he knows you. He knows you so well that you get annoyed, he knows every single detail about you and he can decipher your every thought and expression.

You: I don't know, Kylian. I really don't know.

You: I only feel like a stranger when she is around you.

You let out a sigh after sending this message, letting this thought that has been troubling you for a long time get out of your mind and transmit it to Kylian causes you a mix of anxiety and nervousness about what he will think.

Kyky 🥰: I'm coming to you, stay there.

You put your cell phone back in your pocket and lean more sharply against the bar counter in expectation of Kylian’s appearance.

Lost in your thoughts, you only feel a pair of strong arms around your waist and Kylian resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You're the most important person in my life" He whispers in your ear and in the meantime leaves a kiss on your neck. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was letting you down and that your feelings aren't important."

You let out a tense sigh, the fear of losing Kylian terrifies you in a crazy way.

"I don't want it to sound like I'm forbidding you from seeing your friends, but…" You pause to think of the right words to describe what you are really feeling, "I don't know, Kylian. She doesn't like me because she still loves you, she wants to get back with you and the thought of losing you hurts me and I really don't want to go through another disappointment, I don't know…I…"

Kylian turns you around to face him and stares deep into your eyes. "Hey...Look at me, I'm completely in love with you. I can't even think of another word that defines how I feel about you except love." He sighs and runs his hand through your hair, messing up a few strands. "I hadn't noticed these attitudes of hers and I guess for a moment I was excited about the idea of keeping the friendship, but if she doesn't treat you well and it bothers you, I completely understand and respect that. I want to apologize for not noticing this sooner, but I need you to communicate more when something or someone bothers you, mon amour…" He strokes his thumb across your cheek and looks at you with those dark eyes.

You see the sincerity in his gaze and regret not having spoken to him before, you would have avoided so much inorpotent upset thoughts.

“I was scared to look like a neurotic, but I don’t really feel comfortable with these attitudes of her, Kylian.” He runs his arms around your hip and you melt into the comfort of his arms. He always knows how to make you feel good.

"I will never ignore your feelings and try to put you in that "crazy" position" He caresses your cheek once more and leaves a kiss this time. "I know it's a complicated situation and I apologize again for not asking you instead of just letting her into your life like that, even more now knowing that she treated you badly."

You completely understand his position, especially since you didn't speak or explain your thoughts. Kylian will always find a way to work things out with you and help you sort out your feelings and that's one of the things you love most about him, the way he always makes a point of caring about how you feel.

"Thank you for understanding me, I love you." You first leave a kiss on the cheek, another on the neck and forward your lips to his deepening a kiss to show all your love for him.

Kylian reciprocated, letting one hand slide to your hip while the other went to the back of your neck so he could have control to deepen the kiss even further. After your little show, he separates giving you three pecks. "Let's say goodbye to Tchaga and Neymar and let's go. We have business to discuss, young lady."

He gives you a smirk and pulls you by the waist to say goodbye. Now, more than ever, you know there will be no more ex-girlfriend problems.

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baby-yongbok · 3 months

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Manipulation

Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- Genre: Angst? Fluff? Both? Yeah... both. [Supernatural themes]

-`♡´- Summary: Jisung is all that you have and you're all that he wants.

-`♡´- Word Count: 6k

-`♡´- Warnings: Mentions of Blood (Like, a lot, though no one ever bleeds), Supernatural themes (Jisung and Reader have supernatural abilities), Violence (Not the physical type), Mentions of smoking weed (While driving/ do not do this please) and drinking (Not while driving), Speeding (Please don't so that, drive safely.), It gets a bit suggestive for a second, Interaction with law enforcement. [I think that's all.]

-`♡´- A/N: So, I'm a perfectionist and I get nervous when I can't write or post when I want to. I just started a new job and I'm applying to new colleges so ya girl is stressed out. To top it all off I got sick with the worst Hay Fever I've ever had today and I can't breathe (Love that for me). Soooo I had to reach into my vault and see what I haven't posted yet and I found this! This story is something that I wasn't sure that anyone would actually like 😭. I wanted to take a shot at writing something supernatural so here it is! I hope that you don't think that it sucks!+ the reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡. All feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading! 💗

-`♡´- Note - Hemokinesis or Blood Manipulation is the ability to control and manipulate blood.

-`♡´- Masterlist -`♡´-

We should have never met but the fact that we did means that chaos is a naturally occurring thing in this world. Why do I say that? Let’s just say that Jisung and I are not the type of people that you want around. We’re the exact opposite. Degenerates. The evil in a good situation, and we whole heartedly don’t give a fuck about the damage we cause because the only thing that matters is the fact that we have each other. We’ll always have each other. Now, what could we possibly do that’s so bad? We manipulate, but not in the way that you’d expect.

“Hey, bubs?” Turning to face Jisung from my spot in front of my closet I feel my legs weaken beneath me as I stumble backwards a bit, using the door frame behind me to keep me up. The feeling is gone just as fast as it came and I take a second to ground myself before flashing a well deserved middle finger in Jisung’s direction.

“Fuck you with the iron manipulation.” He erupts into a fit of laughter as I abandon the task of trying to locate the bag that he lent me that I’m more than sure is buried in my closet. I was going to be nice and finally return it but after that stunt I think that I’ll keep it for a bit longer. “You think you’re so funny.” I sit on the edge of my bed, glaring at my best friend as his laughs intertwine with the music playing from my speakers. He always gets a kick out of using his abilities on me, he’s had his fun now I’ll have mine. I lift my hand towards Jisung and his laughter stops instantly.

“Yeah?” With a grin Jisung looks around aimlessly. “Gonna take my sight away? You’re playing dirty now.”

“Oh am I? Come get me, Ji.” Standing and backing away from my bed a bit, I keep my control over his sight as he reaches out in front of him, swatting his hand in an attempt to hit me. I mimic his earlier laughter as he struggles to navigate the newfound darkness.

“Ya know, the good thing about my abilities is that, if I want them to, they apply to everyone in the room no matter if I can see you or not.” He clenches his fist and my body stiffens. “So now, you’re locked in place and I definitely can find you.” Standing carefully from the bed he holds his hands out to keep from banging into anything. I try to speak but the blood in my body is literally frozen under Jisung’s control, don’t ask me how I’m even still alive with one of the most important units of my life force frozen inside of me, I don’t know the answer. Nobody does. That’s why Jisung’s ability is so dangerous, it doesn’t make any sense. The only thing that I do know is that if I try to retaliate even a little I’ll be on Jesus’s doorstep.

“Mmm, I can hear you breathing.” He chuckles a bit as he takes his final step before bumping right into me. Unclenching his fist and freeing my blood from his bind he catches me as my body gives out from the sudden blood rush. His sight restores itself as I release my bind on his vision.

“Got ya” Looking up at him with angry eyes we both can’t help but to erupt into laughter. This is what we do, we use our powers to mess with each other and get what we want. There’s only a select few of us who can do the things we do, why would we want to waste it by doing what society wants us to? I understand that we can be troublesome from time to time like when we crash parties… or cars, but this isn’t our fault I swear.

If people didn’t think that we were monsters maybe we’d behave differently. If people didn’t think that Jisung was a criminal then maybe he’d be more willing to calm down. But no, because he is the only living person with hemokinesis in this city that we know of, he’s labeled as high risk and everyone is constantly on his back the moment he steps outside. There’s never been anyone willing to get to know him until he met me during our freshmen year of university. People aren’t too fond of me either, I guess having the ability to manipulate bodily function is scary? Seems pretty mundane to me. We were outcasts so naturally we gravitated towards each other and before we knew it we were best friends, partners in crime that promised to protect each other from everyone's nasty comments and condescending stares. That was short lived though because we both dropped out of university a month after we met.

The sound of The Neighborhood playing blares through my room and cuts through our laughter as we start to dance a bit as I regain my composure and even out my breathing. He sways me as we dance hand in hand through my dim bedroom before pushing me back onto the mattress and plopping down next to me.

“You know what would make this Friday night a real win?” He asks and I look over at him. “Weed and a couple of beers.”

“Then what are we still doing here? You’re driving.” Sitting up and grabbing my sweater next to my bed I stand with Jisung as we put our shoes on and grab our stuff. We leave my bedroom and cut through the kitchen to avoid my brother and father in the living room. The worst thing about dropping out of college is having to still live with the little bit of family I have left. Rent costs an arm and a leg around here so right now my minimum wage job won’t cut it.

“Going out.” I call to them.

We hear quick footsteps approach as I reach for the doorknob, before I can turn it completely my father appears to the left of us catching our attention. “Where are you headed?” He only wants to know so that he can listen out for any gossip later. He knows that Jisung and I will be the talk of the town if we do anything too extreme. I’ve learned that what everyone else finds to be extreme is very different from what we think. Death is extreme to us, a fire or a house crumbling to the ground, those are extreme events. To everyone else, either of us breathing is enough to get the damn president to send out the troops.

“Not sure yet, gonna drive around a bit.” I notice my step-brother standing behind my dad glaring at Jisung from over his shoulder. “Oh, Ji didn’t you want to head by that store?”

I take Jisung’s hand in mine and interlock our fingers. Both my father and brother’s eyes lock in on the gesture and they both seem to try and stop themselves from having a visceral reaction, they failed. Jisung catches on quickly and joins in on my little game. “Yeah, I did, they have a huge parking lot and it’s always busy. I thought we could go and put on a show.”

Jisung nudges me suggestively and I genuinely chuckle in response. What makes me laugh harder is my brother, San’s clenched jaw and my dads disgusted yet furious gaze locked on Jisung. I can tell that he’s praying that it’s a joke, praying that he and I aren’t really dating or fucking or anything like that. I’m sure that he would rather be stoned to death than hear me say that Jisung and I are dating. He’s so lucky that we’re not.

“Relax, I’m joking.” Jisung says before opening the front door and placing his hand on the small of my back. “It’s always empty so it’ll be a private show.”

I can’t help the laughter that escapes me as Jisung leads me out of the front door, swiftly closing it behind us. My dad calls after me but we just hurry over to his car like we didn’t hear him. “I’ll take good care of her.” Jisung yells back towards the house before sliding into the front seat and slamming the door closed.

“You’re horrible.” I scoff as I buckle myself in.

“You started it.” He shrugs as he starts his horribly old pick up truck and pulls out of the driveway.

As funny as that was, I know that I’m going to hear an earful later, especially from San, he’d kill Jisung if he could and I know that for a fact. San despises anyone with abilities but he has a special hate for Jisung, he’s gone on endless rants over the years hoping that one day I’d suddenly agree that he’s right and that Jisung is a monster, that day hasn’t come and it never will.

“You grab the beer, I’ll stock up on snacks.” Jisung says as he shuts his car off and steps into the gas station parking lot.

“Roger that.” I coughed a bit before ashing the tip of the blunt we were sharing. I’d be lying if I said that the weed we’ve been smoking for the past fifteen minutes wasn’t starting to get to me. I have a much lower tolerance than Jisung but you would never be able to tell since I’ve mastered the art of hiding it. Doing recreational drugs isn’t exactly welcomed at my house with my father being a part of the city government. Oh, did I forget to mention that my dad is the city attorney? How else do you think that Jisung and I are still walking free after all of the shit we get into. My dad might hate the guy but he’s saved us both more times than I can count.

We waltz into the store and go our separate ways to complete our mission. I head right over to the fridge housing our desired golden liquid and grab two cases, one of my favorite brand and one of Jisung’s. As I’m walking up to the front of the store I hear what sounds like aggravated voices going back and forth, when did that start? It was silent a second ago. As I get closer I realize that it’s the store clerk ranting at a now very aggravated Jisung. Seriously? We just left the house.

“All the stores in the area and this kid had to pick mine. We don’t serve the likes of you here.” Jisung hasn’t said more than two words to the guy since I’ve been standing here. He just lets him go on and on since we’re very used to this type of thing happening. They complain, take our money, complain some more and then we leave.

“If you’d let me pay I can leave.” Jisung states matter of factly as he slaps a twenty on the counter. “ I’ll take those cases too.”

I walk up next to him and place the cases on the counter. “I got this” I slip in front of Jisung and smile at the man behind the counter. He’s pissing me off but he doesn’t have to know that. I often try to intervene before things get too out of hand, especially when Jisung is high. He already has a fairly short temper and for some reason it’s way worse when he’s under the influence.

“This is all, sir.” I say to the clerk as I pick up the twenty and extend my arm towards him.

“You’re with that degenerate? Aren’t you Choi’s daughter?” Closing my eyes tightly I sigh keeping my arm extended towards him. Of course he recognises me, just wonderful. One of the downsides to being the city attorney’s daughter is that almost everyone knows your face. This is why I stopped going to those Godforsaken press conferences. “You’re gonna get yourself killed hanging with him.”

“No, it’s you that’s going to get yourself killed.” Jisung protests as he lifts his hand in that insufferable man’s direction.

“Ji, come on” The clerk behind the counter instantly starts to moan in pain so I assume that he is using his Thermovariance, in other words, he’s boiling his fucking blood. Not enough to kill him, just enough to nearly get a steam rolling.

“Han, seriously, let's just go.” He’s a sucker for me calling him Han, I never understood why but I don’t care as long as it gets me what I want.

He sighs, dropping his hand and rolling his eyes at me. He’s pissed off and I understand that but I’m not trying to build a criminal record at this age, maybe in my late twenties but not now. “Leave the cash, let's go before I empty him.” Placing the money down on the counter I grab some of the snacks and one of the cases of beer and leave the rest for Jisung to grab.

“Have a good night” I called over to the disoriented clerk before getting back into the car.

“I’m way too high for this shit.” Jisung groans as he lights a new blunt before starting the car. He takes a long drag before passing it to me and driving off. We get some ways down the road in comfortable silence before he breaks the barrier.

“Why do you still hang out with me?” I can barely hear his question over the music but he looks at me expectantly anyway. I shrug as I stare forward and focus on the passing streetlights.

“To piss off my dad obviously.” Jisung scoffs, snatching the blunt from me and bringing it to his lips.

“I always knew you were using me.” He shakes his head as he blows a thick stream of smoke through his nose in a deep exhale. “Such a bitch.”

Neither of us can contain our laughter as we fan at the cloud of smoke surrounding us. He may have asked a serious question but he knew that I wouldn’t give him a serious answer. We save the serious stuff for when we’re so stoned that we can hear colors and taste sounds, this is only the beginning.

“If I can’t use you for sex then I might as well use you for something.”

“And why can’t you use me for sex?” He quips back with a light chuckle. My red eyes meet his for a split second before looking down at the blunt that he’s passing me.

“Well first of all that’s disgusting and second of all I’m not trying to have my brother actually kill you. The only reason he hasn’t is because he knows that we’re just playing around.” I lean forward to ash the blunt on the dashboard and open the window to air out the car, the smoke mixed with the obvious sexual tension in here is suffocating.

There wasn’t an ounce of truth to me saying that fucking Jisung would be disgusting and he knows that, we’ve talked about this more than once. He thinks I’m hot which I find hard to believe since I’m not really a reflection of the girls that he likes to date. I’m thick, a lot thicker than anyone he’s ever slept with but he’s gone on several rants about just how much he loves my body so I have no reason to doubt the validity of his statement. Jisung on the other hand is exactly my type, honey skin and soft brown hair with a beautifully toned body and an impossibly tiny waist. He’s unreal and he knows it. Despite his social status there are a slew of women who are dying to piss off their families by having him dick them down in the backseat of his car on any given tuesday. They use him as revenge bait and he knows it but he doesn’t care as long as he gets to nut.

We’ve talked about things that friends normally discuss like when we lost our virginity or how many times we’ve touched ourselves thinking about each other, it’s all water under the bridge for us… I think. The tension between us always builds a bit higher on nights like this, I mean who doesn’t get horny when they’re high right? But on a serious note I can’t fuck Jisung no matter how attracted to him I might be because that would complicate things and he’s the only uncomplicated thing in my life. My dad and step-brother haven’t been the same since we lost my mom five years ago and then a week after that my sister fell to the same fate. My only remaining blood sibling wants nothing to do with any of us and San and I have an intricate relationship to say the least. Sleeping with my best friend would be like setting myself up for failure.

“First of all, that’s rude and second of all your brother loves me.” The teasing tone in his voice fades into a chuckle that prompts an eye roll from me.

“Do you want to kill everyone that you love?” He shrugs and hums lightly before glancing over at me with his eyebrows raised and his lips pulled into a thin line. “Fuck you, Ji.”

He laughs, eyes focused on the nearly empty street in front of him as we stop at a light. “I hope you know that I'd kill him before he kills me.” Jisung glances over at me, his features are cold and serious. I stare back at him, mirroring his expression the best I can before cracking a small smile. “I know where we can hide the body.”

“Fucking maniac.” He scoffs with a smile and I laugh with him. He turns onto the highway and I turn the radio up to a deafening volume.

“Speed up, what’re ya scared?” I reach up and open the sunroof and Jisung watches me as he bops his head to the music. He lets down all of the windows as I stand on my seat and stick my upper half out of the sunroof just as he speeds up. He’s probably going ten over the limit right now but I don’t see any cops around and there are barely any cars on the road. He starts racing imaginary cars, weaving between lanes and effectively throwing me side to side as I try to enjoy the night breeze. This has been my thing since I was a kid, my mom would let me stand in the car as my dad sped down the highway, she’d let me climb onto the middle console and stick my arms up out of the sunroof while she held me in place. It was dangerous but it was so much fun, so freeing.

The vibration of the bass shook the car as it glided down the highway. My skirt blew in the wind rushing through the window as Jisung sped up bit by bit. Suddenly, I feel warmth on my thigh and all of my concentration goes to that spot. Jisung’s fingers trail up my leg and caress the skin peaking out in the diamonds of my fishnet stockings. Though he and I agree that we could never fuck each other the bond that we foster isn��t exactly conventional. We like to touch each other, he’ll rub my thigh or hold me from behind casually and I reciprocate his actions on a regular basis. This is our normal, the part that’s new to me is the slow trail that his hand is making towards my heat. I can hear him singing the song on the radio as he speeds up just a bit more, probably hitting 85 in the 60 by now. His hand continues up my thigh, moving to the side to trace the curve of my hip.

“Fuck.” I hear him exasperate as I process the sound of police sirens behind us. I crawl back down into my seat and put my seatbelt on. We turn down the music completely and pull over to the shoulder of the highway. I reach into the glove compartment and hand Jisung his registration and we both take our licenses and ability identification cards and place them on the dashboard along with our open hands. When you get pulled over with an abilities like ours, some officers like to try and get a reaction out of you. The last time we got pulled over I was the only thing stopping Jisung from literally killing the officer that decided to get handsy with him.

The officer approaches the window like a snail crossing the street and we both sigh. We exchange knowing looks and I start silently praying to myself, please don’t let this man be an asshole. Once he reaches the window he looks us both over before silently reaching into the car to grab Jisung’s identification and registration “How are you doing tonight, kids.” He checks the registration then his License and lastly his ability card. Jisung and I opt to stay quiet and offer no more than a meek nod in his direction.

“What are you two doing out tonight?” The officer asks as he shines his flashlight in Jisung’s face. His eyes trail up and down Ji’s frame, sizing him up.

“We’re going on a date.” Jisung shrugs as he makes eye contact with the officer.

“A date, huh? Where to?”

“Well, sir, I’m trying to surprise my lovely girlfriend here so if it’s alright with you, I'll keep that to myself.” He smiles up at the officer teasingly. The less he knows the better.

“I see.”

“May I ask why we were stopped? Are we getting a ticket?”

“You were going twenty over the speed limit, I’ll let you love birds off with a warning this time.” The officer pauses before looking over at me. “ I’ll warn you especially ma’am, be careful with this kid he’s dangerous.”

Satisfied with himself, the officer smiles down at the irritated man in the driver's seat. “You two be careful alright? There was some commotion over at the gas station some ways from here. You two wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would ya?” the officer drops all of the collected information into Ji’s lap as he looks between us.

“Not at all, if we hear anything we’ll be sure to call the station.” I didn’t plan on lying to a cop tonight but I guess this is fine. He looks between us clearly trying to spook us but we’re unfazed, it’s gonna take a lot more than staring behind some black out shades to intimidate us.

“Alright, well then I’ll let you kids go, have a good night.” He starts to walk away but doubles back suddenly, bending down to the window. “And try to sober up a bit before heading home.”

He stalks away again, quicker than when he came and Jisung and I do our best not to laugh. “That was fucking close, is it that obvious that we’re stoned?”

I can’t help the laugh that erupts from my throat as I stuff my ID back into my wallet. Jisung stares at me in confusion as he mimics my actions.

“Dude, we have two cases of beer in the backseat and we literally hot boxed your car a couple of minutes ago. We smell like a dispensary and your eyes are glowing red.” He hurriedly looks into the rearview mirror and examines his appearance.

“ Fuck, you’re right.” He fixes the mirror and sighs, we sit in silence for a bit before he speaks up. “Can you pass me the eyedrops out of the glove compartment?”

“Yeah, sure.” I start searching through the glove compartment but I stop when a waft of smoke floats in my direction. I side eye Jisung as he takes a small drag of the blunt and blows it out of the window.

“Want a hit?” He offers me the blunt with raised brows and I scoff before continuing my search.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Which one is your favorite?” I ask Jisung as I raise my beer bottle to my lips. After some more aimless driving we ended up going to our favorite spot in some woods just outside of town. It’s the perfect spot for us to be left alone with our antics. We turn the car radio up and rotate between laying in the pick up bed of his car and sitting on a huge rock that we’ve claimed as our own. Right now the blankets spread out in the back of his pick up are way too cozy and inviting to pass up on since it’s gotten a bit chilly out.

“Which what?”

“Which part of your ability?” He looks over at me with a slight blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. He takes a swig of his beer and swiftly follows with a drag of our third shared blunt. I suggested that we stop a long time ago but Jisung insisted on pushing the limits tonight. I’m pretty fucked up from the cross fade of weed and alcohol but I’ll never admit that and I wont have to because the rosy blush on my caramel skin is a dead giveaway.

“Why do you want to know?” A shy laugh slips from his lips and I shrug, it’s just a question why is he getting shy?

“Curious, If you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine.”

“I like that I can control blood flow, it comes in handy.” With furrowed brows I take a swig of my drink while racking my brain trying to figure out how such a thing could be useful.

“How so?”

“Ahh.. that, my dear, is something I’d have to show you and I don’t think you want me to show you what I use that for.” He explains turning to me slightly. I mimic his movements turning my body to him and giving him my full attention.

“Show me.”

“Seriously, I don’t think - “

“What’re ya scared? I thought the Amazing- Bloodbending- Han Jisung wasn’t scared of anything?” My teasing seemed to get to him just a bit, so naturally I continued. “The Jisung that I’m always hearing about is some confident, daring and dangerous man who isn't scared of anything.”

“Fuck it.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer to him so that he can put his arm around me. He moves to put his beer down and free his other hand while I watch him in confusion.

“What are you-” He rolls his eyes, turning back to face me.

“You begged for it and now you want to back out? What’re ya scared?” He mocks my previous question and now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“Shut up, I’m just confused.”

“Trust me, bubs.” He looks me over slowly, too slowly. What's going on here? “Have I ever hurt you before? Okay, wait, don't answer that. Have I ever hurt you on purpose?” With a slight laugh I shake my head.

“Then relax and let me know if you get uncomfortable.” Without another word from either of us and some rock indie rock song blasting on the radio Jisung takes a deep breath and rubs his fingers together. He then lightly touches my knee and guides my legs apart. I furrow my brows again before he places the palm of his hand over my pelvic bone and I start to feel a euphoric rush in my stomach and legs. The feeling works its way up and down to fill every inch of my body. My core starts to pulse and drip as Jisung watches me closely with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“W- what are you -”

“I increased blood flow to your… you know. It’s like an instant turn on.” The air around me feels thick and I find myself fighting the urge to whine at the building pressure, am I about to… no way, I can’t cum from this. Impossible. “This is my favorite part of my ability.” A shy smile crosses his blushed lips and I can’t help but to stare at them. I always stare but never when he can catch me, I always wonder how they’d feel against my lips and skin. I’ve always wanted to taste them. Woah, what the fuck? No, I can’t think things like that, not about him.

“Okay, cool you c-can stop now.” His eyes stare down at me with a heated gaze, boring holes into my skin. His eyes switch focus between my eyes and my lips as he reluctantly moves his hand. I sigh in relief as I feel my body start to cool down but it’s not enough, I still feel the blistering heat of need crawling under my skin. Fuck, why did he have to show me that? It’s bad enough that we’re out here ten minutes to midnight while I’m in a skimpy skirt and he’s in a tight black tank top. He let me borrow his jacket when the wind picked up and now I want nothing more than to give it back to maybe extinguish these hot and disgusting thoughts running through my head.

“Remember our deal about not fucking?” I stare up at him, wide eyed and feeling vulnerable. “What does that apply to?”

“What do you… what do you mean?” Suddenly it feels like he never even moved his hand. My body feels hot all over again and I can feel myself clench around nothing desperately.

“I mean I just... Fuck.” He pauses as he takes a second to help me sit up and he picks up his drink and takes a long swig. That was definitely a courage shot, what the hell is he about to say? “I mean.. you have no idea how much I think about just… corrupting you. Manipulating your body, I’ve wanted to do that trick to you since I discovered it.”

A small chuckle escapes him as he looks over at me trying to gauge my reaction.

“Ji, you know why we agreed to that. Sex leads to complicated relationships or dating or whatever and I can’t do that with you. I can’t risk losing you too.”

“You wouldn’t.” Jisung's response is nearly a whisper, a desperate plea that came out weaker than he expected. “If we’re together then you’ve got me for life, bubs. You’re my best friend, nothing could ever change that. You’re the only person who doesn’t see me as a monster.”

Now it’s my turn to take a courage shot. I down the rest of my drink, avoiding eye contact like it could kill me. “I get it, you wanna fuck me, you don’t have to butter me up to get in my pants.”

“Hey hey hey, this is about way more than that. I don’t just want to fuck you, you’re so much more than a stupid notch in my belt. I want to be with you. I’ve wanted that for so long and you’ve wanted it too. I know you do. I see the way you look at me all the time, when I stay over at your place and we’re sleeping together and when I’m driving and you think that I don’t notice. You stare at me just like I stare at you, you have that same longing in your eyes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He’s serious now, his tone is firm and it adds an extra beat to my already hammering heart. How does he know all of that? How long has it been since he’s noticed?

“Jisung, I don't have feelings for you. You’re hot, that's it.” I’m lying. I’m lying through my fucking teeth and he knows it. I’m a shit liar when I’m faded.

“Then let me kiss you.” He finishes his drink and puts his bottle to the side all while looking straight at me. “If I’m nothing more than your hot best friend, let me kiss you. If you pull away then you’re telling the truth but if you don’t then you feel the same way that I do.”

“I’m not doing that.” My eyes fall to his converse and I take a shaky inhale. There’s no way that this is happening, what is he thinking?

“You are.” He sounds like he’s pleading again, his words are careful but he means them, oh gosh. He leans forward, placing the bend of his pointer finger under my chin and lifting my head until my gaze meets his. “I’m sick of us pretending” He whispers, his voice full of emotion. I can’t look away, my heart is pounding in my chest and I take a deep breath. His other hand reaches for mine, taking it and pressing chaste kisses to my knuckles. His eyes squeeze shut with each kiss and I can’t help but to take in the sight of him, his features softened by emotion, his emotions for me. I let out a shaky breath and whisper back.

"Han, we shouldn’t."

“Why not?” His eyes are still closed and he squeezes my hand as his lips move against the back of it. “I know you better than anyone on this earth. I love you more than anyone in this universe, you love me too, I know you do. What are you afraid of?”

“I told you, I can’t lose you.” My voice sounds more strained than I anticipated but I ignore it, it’s a reflection of how I feel. A verbal representation of the hurricane in my chest.

“If you’re so afraid to lose me then why won’t you be mine? Why won’t you let me have you?”

“Ji, stop it.” He drops the hand that he was kissing and moves his other hand to completely cup my cheek. We’re so close that his exhales are my inhales and I swear I can hear his heart pounding from here or maybe that’s mine.

“Let me kiss you.”

“Jisung” His name is merely a whisper as I exhale.

“Let me.” He whispers back and the sweet sound of his voice rings in my ears.

“Han.” I inhale the scent of him but it’s not the same, it's desperate, but it’s sweet. Much sweeter than usual.

“I’m going to kiss you.” He closes the gap between us and I hold my breath. His lips touch mine and the heat that I was feeling earlier multiplies with a spark of burning desire. He’s kissing me. My best friend is kissing me and only one word comes to mind. Perfect, this moment is perfect, he is perfect and I desperately don’t want him to be. His lips move against mine slowly, passionately, and I almost feel like I’m floating. I thought that I’d feel panic. I thought that I’d be scared but I’m not, he was right. Fuck it.

I sigh into the kiss as I melt into his touch, his fingers caress my cheek softly as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. His other hand rests on my hip, squeezing lightly and guiding me forward to straddle his lap. I climb onto him as I savor his taste. There's hints of beer and the blunt we shared but there’s a sweetness to it, it’s something that I can only describe as being him. It’s Jisung that I taste and he’s flooding my senses.

“I knew it.” He whispers against my lips before pressing me back into a hungry kiss. Our lips abuse each other relentlessly as they move in tandem. I can’t seem to control the small whines that escape me but I don’t mind because each one of my whines is matched with a desperate groan from Jisung.

“Be mine.” He whispers into my mouth and I sigh, content at the sound of it. He wants me, he wants to be with me… but what if I lose him?

“Ji.” I whisper back, trying my best to pull away but he holds me there. His hand on my cheek kept my lips on his. “Jisung” I lightly push at his chest, I can’t do this. We can’t do this. What if everything goes wrong? What if I lose him too? “Han.”

He stops, pulling away with heavy breath and dilated pupils. His blushed lips are more red than usual and he dips his tongue out to lick them quickly as he stares up at me.

“I can’t…” There’s a hoarse scratch to my voice as I stare back at him. “I can’t lose… we can’t do this.”

“We just did.”

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter thirty eight -> swings and roundabouts (written 2.5k words)

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The stress of exams was finally over. Classes were back to normal. You and Hyunjin couldn't be in a better place since the aftermath of the party. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

The only exception to this was the fact that you still didn't know who the evil mastermind behind the undercover JYP-U account was.

As much as you tried to push it out of your mind, it plagued your every thought. Who knew all these secrets about your friends? Why did they lie about Jeongin? How hadn't you been able to figure it out yet?

It was Jisung’s idea to get everybody together to discuss an action plan for figuring out the perpetrator and taking them down, which he had relayed to Chan. The first victim of the account was still as pissed off as everyone else, and although the repercussions for him hadn't been as severe as some others, he felt the exact same as you. You couldn't just sit back and let this account attempt to deface and destroy you all.

Chan had managed to snag a free room at the campus coffee shop, a secluded area, allowing you the privacy to talk about the subject without lingering people. You had to get away from the prying ears of your fellow university students. It was beyond time, you thought, for some action to finally happen against the account owner.

"So," Chan starts, student body president mode on. You sat to the left of Yuna and to the right of Hyunjin, listening to him intently. Everyone else in your friend group, bar Lia, was sat around too. "I've tried to trace the IP address - dead end. I've tried to contact the people who run the social media website and they've been useless."

"It's all dead ends," Jisung confirms solemnly. "Whoever it is knows what they're doing."

"So if we can't figure out who it is from a technological standpoint," Jeongin speaks up. "We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way."

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. "There's someone out there who knows all these secrets and we have no idea who they are. Doesn't that seem impossible?"

"Completely, but it's clearly possible," Minho sighs, giving you a half smile. "They knew about an injury I didn't speak a word of. Unless they got their binoculars out and watched me bandage up my leg through my window, I don't see how anyone could have figured that out."

Changbin snorts at that, quickly trying to compose himself. As much as Minho was trying to make the situation more light hearted, it was serious, and you weren't about to find out who was behind the account by cracking jokes.

"So let's just start naming people," Felix suggests, his eyebrows raised. "Go through anyone we suspect and cross them off the list if there's reason to."

There's a collective nod at that, everyone in agreement that this was the best way to go about things.

"What about Lia?" Jisung says, grabbing everyone's attention. He looks at everyone perplexed. "What? I'm serious, it could be her. We hardly know her."

Lia was the only person not in attendance at your meeting. You didn’t want her to bin off the extracurricular that gives her extra credit for her degree, so she’d given the meeting a miss. It might have been for the better anyway, since it was Jisung's first guess.

"Okay," Yuna sighs, her fingers pressing into her temples. "Let's think about this properly. Lia's a literal sweetheart, you really think she's behind this torturous account?"

"Sometimes people aren't what they seem," you shrug, a sad motion. You feel Hyunjin place a hand on your thigh and you smile up at him, glad to have the comfort. "And we've known her less time than anyone else at this school, so who knows what she could be capable of."

"That's true," Seungmin smiles at you sadly, looking as though it's paining him to talk about Lia like this. You knew the two of them were getting on well.

"But that's exactly the thing," Ryujin sighs exasperatedly. "We've known Lia for the shortest amount of time, but she's known us the same, so how would she ever know all these things about us?"

"That's true," Minho says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "Perhaps Yuna was drunk one night and let her secret slip without realising, and she found the old lyrics to Ji's song in class and whatever else; how would she ever know the details to my injury? Or about Seungmin's dad, which nobody else knew about? And why would she lie about Jeongin cheating?"

There's a couple seconds of silence as everyone takes in Minho's words, a nod of agreement running through your group. The silence continues when a worker comes into the room you're all in to clear some of the used mugs away, a clear indication that you did not want this conversation to get into the wrong hands.

"Unless Lia is just some psycho who wanted to wreak havoc, there's no real reason for her to want to spill these secrets," Jeongin says quietly once the worker leaves, putting it plainly, and you nod at him.

"And, I think we're all kind of forgetting something," Felix says almost sheepishly, as if he doesn't want to bring it up.

"What?" Ryujin asks without thinking twice, everyone's heads turning to Felix. You catch the way Changbin almost glares at Felix, and you realise he might not be as okay about their secret as you initially thought. Although Changbin and Ryujin had ended, it was still pretty fresh.

"Lia wasn't there that night, you know," Felix says with a cringe, desperately hoping everyone knows what he's talking about. You all do, easily, so you speak up to avoid tension as Felix attempts to hide in his baggy hoodie, letting his blonde hair fall in his face.

"That's true - Lia was sick in her room," you agree, remembering the night of the party. "She looked awful the whole two days beforehand, too, so unless she managed to somehow run to the frat and back whilst having a 39.5°c fever, I think we can start to cross her off our list."

"I can vouch," Yuna says, nodding her head with wide eyes. "She was so unwell, there was no way she could have known about that unless either of you two had told her."

"We didn't tell anyone," Ryujin mumbles, and you can tell she does not want to hang onto this topic of conversation long.

"So if we've concluded it can't be Lia, all that does is give us a whole lot of nothing since we still don't know who it actually is," Jisung groans, frowning. "This is a living nightmare."

"You can say that again," Minho yawns, checking the time on his phone. "At least we know who it's not."

"Hold on," Ryujin speaks up, a thoughtful look etching her features. "We're forgetting the one person who hates all of us."

All eyes turn to her as she tilts her head, staring back at everyone. "Yeji."

The thought had crossed your mind a million times. You'd basically kicked Yeji out your friendship group after all the drama she had caused, so who else would hate you enough to spread gossip about you all?

"I did think that," Yuna says, nodding her head at Ryujin. "But I don't really know anymore. Firstly, she's been almost MIA this whole semester."

"That's true," Jeongin nods, adding onto what Yuna was saying. "She attends classes and then heaps of study sessions and from what I've seen hardly goes out anymore."

"I don't think she's that spiteful," Chae says, and although you know she's trying to defend her, you can't help but agree. "Yeah, she could be a real bitch, but would she really waste her time on something like this?"

"Jeongin said the same thing to me before," you agree, watching the younger boy nod his head at you. "I've suspected her the most out of anyone, but I think at this point it's a stretch. Unless she did some serious digging, she wouldn’t know any of this shit about us. And, if she's as up to her ears in work as Jeongin says she is, how the hell would she have the time?"

Minho nods, sitting back in his chair lazily. "If I know Yeji, and unfortunately I do, she wouldn't bother her rats ass about getting 'revenge' on us. She has much more important things going on in her life."

"I agree with that," Hyunjin speaks up. "I know the way her family works. She'll have a lot of responsibilities that literally make it impossible for her to have the time to do this, and on top of her coursework? Doubt it."

You don't think twice about Hyunjin's comment, knowing that he probably knows how her family works because they're just as high up on the social hierarchy as his.

"Could it just be some random we go to school with?" Chae asks, deep in thought. "Someone who doesn't like the fact that our group is well liked?"

"I thought about that too," Changbin says. "But there's no intent. It would be genuinely psychotic for someone who hardly knows us to want to ruin our lives like this."

Jeongin looks around the room then. “Who hasn’t had a secret revealed about them?”

“Me, Hyunjin, Chae, Changbin, Chan, Lia…I think that’s it,” you respond, met with a chorus of nodding heads.

“Save from Lia, we’ve all been friends for years,” Chan speaks up. “And the secrets have impacted us all. If the person behind the account was someone at this table it wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever. Why would one of us want to attempt to destroy our own friendship group?”

“Exactly,” Seungmin chimes in, shooting you a grin. “It can’t be one of us.”

"This is bullshit," Jisung interrupts, rubbing at his eyes. "We've traced the IP address and it lead us to fucking nothing, we've contacted the website to shut down the account and they've done Jack, the uni can't do anything about it - how the hell are we supposed to figure out who this bastard is?"

That kind of leaves everyone stumped, because god if any of you knew. Nobody says anything for a while, just sitting in relative silence, until Chan speaks up.

"Look, we can't give up. This fucker has caused us all too many problems this semester for us to just forget what they've done. Nobody should be able to get away with spreading personal information like that with no consequences, and I'll be damned if I just sit back and let it happen," he says, and you swear it's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Jeongin says, inciting a bit of hope within you. "You know that school gossip page? What if they're behind it? They just put out that weird statement, but what if they’re just trying to cover their tracks now that things are getting serious?”

Everyone kind of looks at each other then, as it's something none of the rest of you had considered.

"I mean it would make sense, considering they're always spreading the drama after the account posts. Plus, we don't know who runs that account either, so if we find out whose behind the gossip account it could lead us closer to whose behind the JYP-U undercover account," Seungmin agrees.

"Knowing who it's not gives us a good start, we just need to keep looking for clues and narrowing it down," Chae adds on, trying to boost the groups morale as usual. "Why don't you guys trace the IP of the gossip account and see what you find and we can go from there?"

Jisung nods, looking towards Changbin and Chan. "We can get on that tomorrow, let you know what we find?"

The guys nod in response, and it makes you feel a little better knowing you at least had something to go off of.

Chan sighs after that, placing his hands on the table. "It's getting late, and we're all clearly exhausted. I say we go home, get some rest, keep doing our best to figure this out and reconvene when someone's got something. Hopefully the gossip account gets us somewhere."

There's a collective agreement that runs through the group, and it doesn't take long for you all to get your shit together and go your separate ways.

Hyunjin walks you home, hanging back so it's just the two of you. He intertwines his hand with yours easily.

"Do you realistically think we will figure out who this psycho is?" He asks, his hand enclasped with yours. You give his hand a squeeze in response.

"I think we will. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out," you reply hopefully, walking up to your dorm building. He turns to you with a sinister look.

"It's not you, is it?"

You push his arm, laughing in response. "No it's not me, you idiot. And it's not you?"

"Never me," he replies, which makes you laugh even more. He pulls you in tight for a hug as he always does when you inevitable have to depart, kissing your forehead before pulling away. "Get some sleep, yeah? Big date tomorrow and all that."

"Yeah," you respond quietly, trying to take your time basking in his presence, excited about this surprise date he’d decided you were going on. "I wish you'd just tell me what we're doing, you know. I hate surprises."

"A master never reveals his secrets," he says cheekily, giving you a chaste kiss before turning on his heel, waving at you when you use your key card to open the main door to your dorm building. Once you get inside your dorm, the girls are silent for once, and you can imagine they've all crashed as soon as they hit their beds.

You can't help feeling dejected. The only good thing to come out of that whole conversation was that everyone was on the same page about who the account wasn't run by, yet nobody had a solid idea of who it was. You hoped something would come out of finding who was behind that gossip page, but you weren't sure. It seemed like opening Pandora's box; a task that was so impossible you didn't even know how to begin.

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind once again, doing your best to focus on preparing for the date you were more than excited to go on.

and we’re finally getting somewhere with figuring out who it is!! I’m estimating 10-15 chapters left, but god knows because I didn’t think this SMAU would be over 30 chaps nor last a year ahhahah

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Cover art by @merp0515 Gmod art by @b-r-i-n-g-x Do not repost art (this fic is for my sib bringx have an awesome day!) Summary: Frustrated with SMG4, Three takes his stress out on a pair of dolls he put in Fours room. Slowly secret feelings slip out with a guest catching the whole show.

Tag: love confession, first kiss, dorks in love,fluff

SMG3 huffs walking away from four and the rest of the crew annoyed, SMG4 wanted to do a video testing everyone's skills in different challenges. Four knew that Three wasn't about eating challenges and other silly activities the others would be into, yet the man still told Three he had to eat a bunch of pasta against their avatar. He storms into the castle thinking on how to blow off steam since the group was using his cafe as background to help boost interest. He noticed that Four left his room open, there in the chest of his room were two doll made to look like their old design.

He keeps stomping as he makes his way to his partner's room, he slams the door shut and looks at the dolls. He picks them up frowning, seeing their old design brought back not so pleasant memories for him. He sits on the floor with the dolls and sighs changing the pitch of his voice he begins to move around the SMG4 doll “Oh Three mind doing some really stupid shit that will make you look like an idiot, haha that was a joke i dont give a shit go do it!” he picks up his doll and starts moving it “You're just giving me these roles cause you know i'm better than you, i'm A tier while your just a D tier scrub!”

He kept going back and forth getting his anger about the events out of his system, slowly something else surfaced as he brought the doll together. He blushed seeing how close the dolls were, he brought them closer as his heart raced at the thought of making them kiss. Is this something that he wanted?

He thinks back over everything they have gone through, he had to admit since confessing he saw the other man as a friend the pair had gotten closer. They joke around more, they hold hands more often not because he likes it after all they had to use their powers in that way. Lately he has not been able to get SMG4 out of his head, the idea of spending time with him made his chest feel strange. He thinks back to the last time he felt this way, he met Gary, he saved him from an explosion he caused due to using too much gunpowder they hit it off well until his obsession with SMG4 got in the middle.

He sighs dropping the dolls, everything that has gone wrong was because of the idiot. Yet at the same time all the best memories he had was also with the man, with conflicting emotions he grabs the dolls again and makes them kiss.

He smiles softly at the sight, it reminded him of their first kiss that Mario made them do. He acted like he hated it but deep down he knew he loved it, he changed his voice and moved the SMG4 doll “Your so awesome SMG3, no wonder you became tumblr sexy man. Lately my thoughts on you have changed.” he moves the other doll making it seem shocked “What are you saying SMG4!?” Lost in his game of pretending he doesn't hear the door open as SMG4 went to check on him. He blinks seeing Three sitting by his bed holding the two dolls, he slowly walks towards him hearing the man speaking.

SMG3 blushes feeling a bit embarrassed from what he was going to say “Well what i mean is i love you SMG3,” with that he makes the SMG4 doll kiss his. Seeing this SMG4 lets out a giggle “Hey Three what are you doing over there?” startled SMG3 screamed, throwing the dolls away from him.

Three turns giving the man an awkward smile “OH SMG4 how long have you been there?” Four couldnt help the smirk growing on his face as he looked at the dolls now abandoned. “Oh just got here, heard a voice in my room and wanted to check it out.” he then walks over and sits next to the man still smirking “What were you doing?”

Three lets out a nervous chuckle “Uh oh! Getting stressed out so I was teaching your stupid doll a lesson!” He smiles feeling confident that his answer lured Four away from the truth. Four hums picking up his doll then he turns to SMG3 “Well don't stop because of me let me help you out!” Three eyes go wide before he can decline the offer SMG4 presses the doll's lips on his cheek, causing him to blush.

Three stared wide-eyed at Four who then hides behind the doll “I can't help that i fell in love with you, we are friends now no longer rivals! I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. Could you ever forgive me?” still blushing he grabs his doll and talks behind it “Sure whatever this is fucking stupid why are we doing this?” Four moves the doll closer to him. Three was watching every move that Four was doing, nervous as to what the man in blue was planning.

“Because we had a fight earlier and i want to make it up to you,” Three blinks surprised to hear four words. Without thinking he leans forward, seeing this Four took his chance placing his own lips on Three. After the quick kiss, Fours face was dark red, he got up acting as if nothing happened “We should head back to the others!” Three gets up and grabs the blushing man pulling him into another kiss, dolls forgotten on the floor as the two share a kiss. As they pull away, Four looks at Three in awe, Three rubbing his arm “uh what just happened?”

Four shyly looked down “My confession with the doll wasn’t a lie, i got interested in dating…looked around and no one caught my eye. But that's when I noticed an apple already did and it's you..” SMG3 smiles hugging Four “You're such an idiot… I feel the same.” They pull away smiling softly at each other before leaving the room, Four then comes up with an idea. Telling Three he needs something he runs to his room and grabs the dolls, he places them on his bed now holding hands. He giggles and runs out of the room “HEY BABE NEW IDEA FOR A VIDEO!”

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Chapter 2 Just a girl

Chapter 2 of Sugar

A/N- Gojo siblings are the cause of everyone’s stress.

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, violence, blood, creepy man, FLUFF, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Before episode 2x01

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A MONTH LATER*

You are one with nature. You are one with the elements around you, the elements you can control.

You can feel the air unfurl over the perimeters of your exposed skin. You can feel the air brushing the leaves away, you can feel air unfurl out of the noses of your friends. You can feel the water from the snow that litters the ground, you can feel water in the tiny snowflakes that fall from the white sky. You can feel the dirt beneath the blanket of snow, you feel it beneath yourself, you can feel—hear, you can hear footsteps crunching in the snow….

“Whoa, what is this? What are you guys doing?”

Tsk. Satoru.

“We’re mediating,” you let him know as you keep your eyes closed while he gets closer with none other than Shoko and Geto with him. You don’t need to see to know that the additional footsteps are them—“and Nanami and Haibara are helping me.”

“By what? Helping you hum?” Satoru jokes and laughs all by himself.

You sigh in response and peel your eyes open, catching him plop himself down beside you.

“Actually—”

“How to be one with nature,” Satoru reads the book that was left beside you. “Blah. How cheesy is that?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “I’m learning how to connect with the elements I can manipulate, brother.” You grumble and notice Geto walking to Satoru's side to take the book from his hands to actually read the words himself; unlike Satoru who just judged the cover.

Albeit not like you care if Geto actually takes the time to skim the pages of what actually matters to you, ever since he helped your brother prank you, ever since you saw him laugh that night last month all you can see is how much of an ass he is. Satoru you can forgive because he’s your brother, but Geto?

You have made it your mission to just ignore him. Or as best as you can anyway, he’s everywhere.

Then again maybe it’s your own fault, you raised your expectations. You let this crush you got for him overwhelm you.

But still, no, you didn’t like that he did that. It just made him seem like some fake jerk. Like he pretends to be kind but he’s actually mean. At least with guys like Satoru, you know what to deal with, but Geto? They know how to manipulate into making you think they’re kind, they know how to speak sweetly, act like it, but then they turn around and reveal how much of a real jerk they are.

That’s why you don’t want to speak to him ever again. You hate guys like that—no, people like that in general. You only have to tolerate Geto because you’re schoolmates, comrades, and because he’s your brother's best friend.

“If I learn to connect with the elements,” you continue to explain. “They’ll be easier to use, they’ll be less heavy and wary on my energy. So that’s why I’m meditating outside, the book says it’s a great way to connect.” You smile proudly as you actually begin to get excited. “And Nanami and Haibara are keeping me company so I’m not alone, and it’s also helping their own mental health.”

Satoru hums, and Haibara flashes a sweet smile.

“It says here that it helps lift your mood, and helps you feel better about things,” Geto reads off a page, making your stomach churn. “Maybe you should give it a try, Satoru.”

“I already feel great,” Satoru rebuttals smugly and sits back.

You roll your eyes.

“This is why your sister is smarter than you, Satoru,” Shoko retorts with a teasing smile.

Satoru shrugs. “Yeah, perhaps.”

You look at the girl sitting next to Nanami on the stone bench to interject, “you should join us Shoko. Nanami and Haibara have agreed to mediate with me once a week.” You begin to smile and push yourself to your knees to get closer to her. “I'm sure it’ll help you smoke less, and relieve stress from your studies.”

Shoko leans down towards you and shoots you a smile. “Yeah,” she agrees, making my heart skip a beat. “I think I will if I’m not busy.”

You grin brightly. “Great.”

“Maybe I’ll join you too, y/n,” Geto butts in while he steps forward to hand you the book.

You roll your eyes over to him and snatch the book back before you turn and give him your back and don’t say anything. You ignore him and make sure not to let him speak. “Nanami, can you hand me my water?”

Said man takes out two water bottles from your bag to take one himself and then throws one at you, that you catch swiftly.

It’s been one month since starting here at Jujutsu High and you already get along pretty well with your fellow classmates. And well, how can someone not after fighting evil cursed spirits together? Sure you don��t get assigned anything extremely hard, but curses are dangerous nonetheless, and to work better together it’s better to know one another. So it’s safe to say that you’re very close with both Haibara and Nanami; even if Nanami is very reserved.

“Satoru!” You then exclaim and turn at a quick speed to grab his arm as you remember something. “You should have seen me today, man. I totally eradicated that fucking curse today!”

Satoru tilts his head to the side to look at you through his shades, so you let him go to flick your wrists up and imitate an action you did today. “I was like boom!” You share with excitement. “And it got thrown back before he exploded and vanished!”

A smile tugs on his lips. “Ah, did you use the trick I told you?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah. The sphere worked!”

Satoru’s smile widens. “Cool, I’ll have to see it in action soon then,” he says, letting you sit back against Shoko’s legs with relief that he reacted kindly and with pride.

“Nanami, Y/N, and I planned to go watch a movie soon,” Haibara changes the subject. “You three should come.”

“Oh,” Geto interjects. “About that.”

You blink and look at him with a pointed look.

“We’ve actually been summoned for a mission. The six of us.”

All students? That’s new.

“You just say this now?” Nanami retorts.

“We wanted to relax for a few,” Shoko defends their actions.

You groan. “What a pain in the ass, it was almost the end of the day too.”

Haibara gets up along with Nanami, Satoru follows suit, making Shoko tap your shoulders. “Come on, let’s get on up.”

You groan and drop your head, Satoru then bends down to grab your arm and lift you up to your feet so you can begin dragging yourself after them.

“We can go to the movies tomorrow,” Geto assures all of you.

You pout and only because the school day was about to end, which meant the rest of that evening was free to just relax. Plus Nanami, Haibara and you already went on a mission this morning.

“Y/N, have you bought anything for the Christmas Eve party?” Shoko asks. “Or are you and Satoru going home?”

You tilt your head towards her and shake your head. “Nah, we’re not going home until after, for New Years. So to answer your first question, no, I have yet to buy something.”

“Cool then we should go shopping. I still need to find something too,” she shares, making your spirits perk up. “We can invite Utahime too.”

You grin as you straighten up. “Yeah! That will be so cool!”

“Hey I’ll come too,” Satoru interjects, causing both you and Shoko to counter at the same time.

“No!”

Geto snickers, and Satoru frowns.

“It’s a girl's day,” you tell your brother. “We don’t want mean boys hanging around us. Hang out with Geto or something.”

“Fine,” Satoru mumbles. “Nanami, Haibara, Suguru and I will also go to the mall, that same day. It will be a guys day.” He declares and hits his chest.

You shoot him a pointed glare and spat back. “No, you can’t go to the mall too.”

“Why not?” Satoru retorts sassily, knowing full well why not. “We won’t even be with you guys. We’re going separately. Is there something against that?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you point at him. “Yes!” You look back. “Haibara you won’t go!” You would have told Geto, but you don't want to give him the time of day more than you have to.

“Please don’t bring me into this,” Haibara speaks up nervously.

Satoru tilts his head down and meets your gaze with a smug little smirk, making your annoyance heighten.

Yet just as you was about to counter, Geto cuts in.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two.” He pushes past between your brother and you, but pulls Satoru with him by his sleeve. “Satoru, leave your sister alone. Y/N we won’t mess with your day.”

Satoru peers back and shakes his head, so you flip him off.

Soon thereafter you meet up with the teacher, and he doesn’t hesitate to get to the point of explaining what he needs from all of you.

“I summoned each and everyone of you because we were called to look into what is the cause of recent disappearances here,” he shares and clicks on the computer to show a well kept mansion that’s two hours away from Tokyo.

“At first it started with one every few weeks, the local police thought they could solve it,” the teacher continues. “But multiple people have begun to go missing over the span of a week. Neighbors and people passing by have reported paranormal activity, people going in but not coming out. Your job is too exorcize the cause before the news becomes national. Questions?”

You all pass questioning looks, but neither of you speak up on the matter. You more so question how big of a scale this mission truly is that it requires all six of you. Usually big missions are given to just Geto and Satoru, but this? This isn’t giving you a good feeling.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

“It’s my first group mission,” you happily exclaim as you pull out a camera from your bag whilst you all head towards the metal gates that surround the mansion. “I want to record this moment to preserve it forever.”

“Recording the day of our deaths seems pretty solemn,” Nanami mutters, whilst you hand the camera to Haibara.

“Hit record,” you instruct quietly as you fix your sleeve that’s wrapped tightly around your arm.

“We’re supposed to be taking this seriously,” Geto interjects as Haibara signals with a thumbs up that the camera is recording.

“Today—”

“Today,” Satoru interrupts as he sways to the side to block you and get in front of the camera himself. “Is my little sister's first group mission,” he continues to speak to the camera. “Group missions are rare, but usually they’re eventful.”

You quickly walk out from behind him to once again be in the cameras shot.

“For example today we are looking into disappearances happening in this very eerie mansion.” He points to the mansion, and Haibara turns to point the camera at the target. “It’s said curses lurk inside,” Satoru narrates, and skips over to be in the shot as Nanami walks ahead to open the gates, letting all of you inside the grounds.

“We’ll see how bad it is once we get inside,” Satoru says, “or will y/n be the biggest curse we see in there!” He chuckles at the camera before Haibara turns to point the camera at you to record your annoyed reaction.

“Anyway,” you sigh and begin to smile. “Today we have me, y/n Gojo, next to me is Suguru Geto,” you point to the man beside you with pretty well hidden disdain. And as the camera pans to Geto, he just waves stiffly, so you move on.

“And behind me is the coolest, Ieiri Shoko!” You exclaim with a wide smile. “Which! It's said she’s hardly sent on any dangerous missions, so she is our companion of honor today!”

Said girl throws a peace sign and grins at the camera.

“We almost have to wonder why it was that she was sent!” Nanami interjects as he leads the group towards the big red doors that lead inside the house.

“And the person with that lovely commentary was Nanami Kento!” You beam and watch as Haibara points the camera over to the blond guy giving his back to the group.

“And here’s me!” Satoru just cuts in harshly as he jumps in frame again. “Satoru Gojo!” He grins. “And lastly—”

“But not least,” you quickly interrupt loudly so your voice can be picked up.

“…behind the camera is Haibara Yu,” Satoru finishes announcing, letting said guy turn the camera to wave.

Now that the introductions are done you finally realize how close you’re getting to the inside. You had been wary and scared earlier, but now that’s all just heightened. You can hear your own blood pumping in your ears, you feel your heart racing in your chest. Once you reach the red doors the more it feels like something is wrapping around your throat, making it hard to breathe.

“We’ve reached the door, so now Nanami is going to open them to our doom,” Satoru narrates in a deep voice.

Haibara is recording beside Satoru with the camera at an angle so all of your faces can be in frame. Well, almost everyone because Nanami has made it his mission to avoid being recorded, plus he’s opening the door and welcoming the sight of…

Darkness, the corridor is dark and empty, only a sour horrendous stench welcomes all of you as the doors get pushed open. No curses lurk at the entrance, only dust particles float around the air. You can only hear the sounds they make in the distance, you can hear their noises echo throughout the dark filled hall. Only adding to the eerines that already polluted this establishment.

“The camera can’t pick up curses,” Satoru continues to speak with no ounce of fear in his voice. “But I’ll like to inform the camera that this entrance is just a haunting darkness that’s filled with eerie sounds.”

You look around, noting that Nanami couldn’t turn on any lights. You notice the tall ceilings, and a large stained glass window over the door that reflects in the only source of light over large double spiral stairs. You see multiple halls, different rooms that surround this dust filled house and you can’t help but feel like this house must’ve been beautiful once upon a time. Now it’s nothing but a haunting trap that looks like it hides something sinister, like whatever curses that are here are just waiting in the shadows. It keeps you on edge.

So much so that as something beneath you pops, you scream and instinctively jump over to clutch onto Geto still by you.

However, mere seconds pass and everything stays still, everyone just stops to look at you. When you realize that there’s nothing you look down and see it was just a bag of chips.

“As you can see, being a Jujutsu Sorcerer doesn’t automatically make you brave,” Satoru comments. “But as always I am the fearless leader.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, and then glance over at Geto to show off an apologetic smile as you let him go.

Geto meets your gaze and offers you a soft amused smile with those dark eyes of his, but! Even if his smile is nice, he still makes your stomach churn so you just quickly look away and go on ahead to reach Satoru instead.

However, only seconds later Geto intervenes before you can make it inside any further. “Okay, it’s time to stop the camera.” He proceeds to reach over to cover it to make Haibara turn it off, while you also come to a stop. “This is what we’re going to do.”

Haibara hands you back my camera so you can put it away while Geto addresses the group. “This place is big, we’ll take long scrounging every hall together, so in order to cover more ground we will split into groups of two.”

Oh?! Hopefully you get Shoko! Or Haibara! Even Satoru would be nice!

“Nanami, you and Satoru will be a team.” Geto announces.

“Sweet,” Satoru celebrates eagerly, whilst Nanami just sighs.

“Shoko…”

You cross your fingers and hope It’s you.

“…You’ll be with Haibara.”

No!

Geto glances over at you a bit puzzled before continuing. “Leaving Y/N and I to be in a group.”

You don’t hide your discontent and groan.

“Excuse me?” Satoru actually tries to protest about Geto and you being a pair.

Geto sighs. “Don’t argue, let’s go. That way we get to go home faster. If you’re in trouble, text or call. Shout if you can, anyone can go and help if they can,” he continues to share his plan. “Once you find the cause just excorize it if we still haven’t reunited by then. If it gets outside someone put up the veil. Understand?”

Haibara nods eagerly. “Got it!”

“Good,” Geto seeks no further confirmation. “Let’s go.”

Just like that, with no room left for arguing everyone disperses with their appointed teammate. Which out of everyone why Geto?

He must want to torture you with this awkward silence on purpose. He probably wants to continue displaying and preaching this fake persona he kept showing off when you first met.

“I need to ask,” Geto breaks the silence and peers back at you as you don’t rush over to follow him by his side. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Oh shit….

Well besides being two faced?

“Nothing,” you lie and only briefly meet his gaze before you continue to walk up the spiral stairs. “Why do you ask?”

Geto slows down his pace to fall beside you, causing your breath to hitch. “Well, you don’t talk to me. And it’s not like our school is full of other students, so we always cross paths. We have the same friends now. And,” he sighs and looks over at you as you keep your gaze averted. “I just sense that you’re upset at me.”

You shake your head. “No. There’s no reason why I should be upset at you.” You shrug to brush it off. “And well you’re my brother's friend, so.”

Geto scoffs. “So what? I'm your friend now too,” he says making you just peek over at him. “And I think you’re pretty cool, and nice to talk to…”

You swallow thickly and quickly snap your eyes ahead to try and see if you can catch any curses while he talks words that…that just are making your head all raveled

“I mean I like the way you think. For example your brother shares completely different ideals than you. The others you know, well, their reasons aren’t so in depth.”

You shake your head and try to protest without anger. “No. My reasons aren’t so deep. It’s just normal, what I feel.”

Geto hums. “Exactly,” he says. “The way you think. Not a lot of sorcerers think the way you do, so I find it intriguing.”

Warmth nips at your cheeks, but you fight against any warm feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he adds and surprises you. Well, you knew he was going to apologize, but as he says it now, so genuinely, you can’t help but be surprised. “For upsetting you. If it was while I was with Satoru then I’m even more sorry. It’s not my place to mess with you the way he does.”

It sounds genuine, like he truly means it from the bottom of his heart, but what if that’s what he wants you to believe? And then he’ll do a 160 and once again laugh at you, prove to be the guy you’re making him out to be?

Or he doesn’t and he’s kind, and…your feelings only develop more?

You could try to stop, maybe look at him less, think of his eyes as something dull rather than the pretty and dark gleaming eyes that are easy to get lost into. You could tell your mind to stop gushing over him, to think of him as simply Satoru’s friend, as a mere comrade—even if for some reason this weird astonishment over him grew since the moment your eyes met….

Fuck.

Damn. Shit. Fuck.

It will be easier to continue and be distant and cold, he is Satoru’s friend after all.

So rather than assuring him that everything is fine, that it’s all forgiven, you simply offer him a small smile. A warm one so he can believe it and you.

“Good,” he says.

You hum and change the subject now to what should’ve been your first priority. “Don’t you find it strange that we have yet to see any curses?” You query as you reach the top of the stairs. “Like at all.”

Geto sighs and looks back at the left hall as you take the right first. “It’s very strange. Considering we can hear them lurking somewhere.”

That only keeps you on edge, you hate that you can hear them, but not see them. And this darkness that fills every inch of this hall is not helping ease anything, so you put your palm out and summon fire on your palm so you can see better. And so at least you’re not as scared.

“Smart.” Geto throws a compliment. “Has Shoko asked you to be her lighter yet?”

Without responding verbally at first you just extinguish the flames lit over your palm, and then have the flames race to your fingertips to have the fire now dance over them. “Yes, she has,” you deadpan.

Geto laughs softly, making your lips break into a faint smile. “Well it’s not surprising,” he says.

You shake your head. “Not when it comes from someone who smokes as much as her.” You laugh softly. “Which, I don’t know how she does it. I smoked one and I couldn’t tolerate the taste in my mouth.”

“Well,” Geto sighs. “It’s not that bad.”

You blink and finally take a good look at him as you remember what he has to do after capturing a curse. You can’t even imagine having to tolerate that for the rest of your life…swallowing curses? That must taste horrible, it must leave a bad taste in his mouth every single time. You admire him for it.

“I suppose,” you express softly as you have the fire lit over your palm again so you can see. “I mean I can’t even imagine what swallowing curses must taste like, so I gotta confess, I admire you for that.”

Geto eyes snap over to you to look at you with soft awe. You hold his gaze for a lingering moment before you’re the one that looks away.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You hum as a response and keep yourself busy by looking out. Albeit his soft hand then falls on your wrist and that’s all you can focus on.

“Preserve your energy,” he advises. “This place gives me a bad feeling.”

You slowly look back up at him and do as he says and extinguish the flames, leaving you in the dark again, and robbing you of the sight of him. Now all you have is the knowledge that he’s close, you have the sound of his gentle breathing, and the feeling of his uniform coat brushing against your arm.

And it’s all you need to feel safe.

Albeit you don’t go far because that stench that pollutes this house only smells stronger where you are, so you quickly grab his arm and stop him from getting further. “Smell that?” You whisper.

Geto’s feet shift as he takes a second to take in the smell before responding. “Yeah, I think we’ve found our curses.” Geto proceeds to grab your elbow. “I'm sorry but I need you to give us some light again.”

You hum in comprehension and use your other hand to have flames once again lit over your palm. Now rather than just seeing a bland and empty hall, there in front of you is a thick string that connects to a hatch on the ceiling.

Once Geto sees it he passes you a brief concerned and curious gaze, before he lets go of your arm and slips away from your tight grasp to reach the string.

“Ready?” He asks and passes you a quick glance.

You draw in a deep shaky breath, but nod in agreement as you breathe out. Geto breathes out once himself before he wraps his fingers around the end of the string and then pulls the hatch down, bringing down wooden ladders, and letting out a strong wave of that same pungent smell, and more darkness.

There must be something on top though, so you inch towards the ladders. However, just as you do suddenly sharp shrieks boom out from inside of the attic, before dark and long flying curses that look like bats come rushing out.

First it starts with a couple, before dozens of them come flying out, overwhelming you as they surround you.

“Y/N?” Geto calls out now that you can’t see each other because the bat curses are in the way.

They threaten to bite you with their fangs, to cling onto you with their weird hooked nails, but you quickly rebuttal by using your cursed technique to gather the air around you, the air they create by flapping their messed up wings. You then proceed to twirl it around your body before you form spikes, and have them shoot out from all around you to impale each and every single curse that’s around you.

Once there’s none targeting you anymore you notice that Geto is getting yanked up towards the attic by a weird snake-like curse that has him in its mouth, and you fill with anger at the sight. You don’t even think about how much energy you use. All you know is that you conjure up fire from both of your hands, and create a fierce fire made bird that you use to quickly dart towards the curse.

The fire-made bird sinks its talons in the curse and slices the curses entire body as it darts up, letting Geto slip out of its body.

Before Geto can fall forward though, he claws his hand on the edge of the attic floor, and twists around while you have the fire-made bird drag the curse towards Geto without needing to be told, so that he can absorb the curse. Once the threat is gone, he tries to find balance on the ladders, but his foot slips and he instead falls over you as you’re too concentrated taking back the fire-made bird to realize until it’s too late, and he’s over you.

Yet even if all his weight slamming over you hurts, even if hitting the wooden floor hurt, all you worry about is him. “Are you okay?” You ask him as you grab ahold of his shoulder to try and lean in closer and take a better look at his dark eyes that gleam through shadows.

Geto breathes out, you feel his breath unfurl over your nose. “Yeah. Yeah,” he assures you. “Thank you,” he breathes out and makes no attempt to move off you. Nor do you try anything either—“Are you?” He asks quietly and studies you as best as he can.

“Physically? Yeah. Mentally?” You let out a breathless laugh, and meet his gaze again as he looks back up. “I’m terrified.”

Geto swallows thickly and lets his eyes flicker down, past your eyes. “We better hurry then,” he says.

You hum, and glance down at his lips for a second before you lock eyes again for a few lingering moments more before Geto climbs off you. Not fretting to grab your hand and help you up to your feet.

And once you can see around you again you notice that there’s curses spread out, not gathering around you or Geto.

Yet that doesn’t spare them, Geto doesn’t hesitate to use his technique, basking the hall in bright blue as he exorizes the curses ahead of you. While you spin around and run ahead only a few paces before you slide on your feet as you conjure the air around you towards your hand, and then swing it forward to exorcize all the curses ahead.

Once they’re all gone you get up and turn towards the smell that pollutes the air. “They were weak curses,” you point out and look over at Geto, noticing him swallowing the curses he had just exorcized.

When he’s done he hesitates before he turns. “Yeah,” he agrees and quickly averts his gaze as if ashamed by what he just had to swallow—“At least those bat things were. The one that got me was fast.” He looks up at the attic. “Whatever’s here is strong. We need to hurry and find it.”

How can you tell him that what he did just now is nothing that he should be embarrassed about in front of you? It’s an odd thing, but it’s not something you fear or are disgusted at.

“Come on let's check this out,” Geto points to the attic as he moves to grab the ladders to begin climbing them.

You watch him first, wanting to tell him that you don't mind what he does, no matter how gross he thinks it is. But you don't have the courage, nor do you want to exceed yourself considering the deal you struck with yourself. So you just leave it be and then follow him up the ladders.

Nevertheless just as he pops his head past the gape on the ceiling, he stops moving and freezes, not letting you get over.

“Hey,” you call out. “Is everything okay?”

Geto looks down at you and you notice the disbelief on his face and get frightened. Yet it also intrigues you. “What is it?” You probe cautiously.

“If I simply told you, would you be content with that?” He asks quietly.

He’s speaking so deadpanned, and his eyes are wide with shock, so no matter how curious you are, you don’t want to face the horror that's hidden in that attic.

“Yes,” you answer quietly.

Geto swallows thickly before he finally reveals what made him so shocked. “It’s…bodies.”

You feel your body stiffen, and even though you didn't see the atrocity, your breath still hitches.

That would explain the smell…and the curses.

“Is there anymore curses up there?” You ask under your breath.

Geto shakes his head. “I think the ones that were up there are the ones we just exorcized.”

You draw out a deep nervous breath and simply nod in comprehension before you climb back down to the floor.

Now things are starting to connect; the missing people, the curses, this house, the eerie stillness.

“So,” you interject as Geto climbs down. “We’re not dealing with a curse specifically, but a curse user?”

Geto’s feet hit the ground and he doesn’t wait to fold the ladders back up before he answers. “Yeah, that’s my theory too.” He lets go of the string and rubs his forehead with his thumb. “We need to tread lightly and meet up with the others. Dealing with a person like this makes this trickier.”

You nod and proceed to follow him back where you had come from. When you take out your phone to text Satoru though, it says you have no service. “I have no connection here,” you point out and close your phone shut.

Geto groans. “Must be some curse or the damn person jamming our connection. Damn. We can’t even call out, the person might be close.”

You stay quiet and just make sure to stick very close to him as you walk back to the corridor. You still try to cling onto that certain deal of continuing to dislike him, but you can’t seem to actually be able to see it through, especially not now as you continue to tread through this haunting hall, as the thought of death now begins to torment you at thought that a murderer is behind the horrors here.

Yet how can you be afraid? You, a sorcerer with abilities others only dream of, abilities that can kill curses and people alike. How can you be afraid? You, a Gojo who comes from a long line of great sorcerers, fearless ones at that; your own brother is one of those fearless sorcerers, so how can you be scared? Why should you?

“Are you doing okay?” Geto notices the fear, he can’t see your face in this darkness, but he can feel your fear. How great is that?

“Well…” you pause and gnaw on your thumb nail. “I guess I’m a little scared…”

Geto hums. “That’s okay,” he says without hesitation.

You sigh. “Is it?” You counter. “I mean we are sorcerers, we should be fearless.”

“I think if we were fearless we’d be stupid, fear helps us plan out our strategies doesn’t it?” He continues to say. “We try to avoid the danger and come up the safest route out of fear. We fear loss and try to avoid it—”

You cut him off with a breathless laugh. Now you can’t see him, but you hear him take a small breath as he’s hit with confusion that you interrupted.

“It reminds me of something I read,” you explain yourself. “Each day I’m plagued by three doles. These gargantuan weights on my soul: First, that I must somehow exit this fen. Second, that I cannot know when…”

“…And yet it’s the third that torments me so, because there’s no way to know where the hell I will go,” Geto surprises you by finishing the poem along with you.

“I’ve read it,” he adds softly.

You smile at the ground and feel your face burn as you’re completely flustered.

“Fearing loss is normal,” he continues. “But I will not lose you today. Satoru would kill me first of all, and second, well, I just won’t because I don’t want to.”

You smile wider. “Thanks,” you respond and look over at him. Yet through darkness all you see is the gleaming of his eyes already looking at you.

“We’ll have to wait if the person isn’t here won’t we?” You query with disdain.

“Yeah, that is our mission. Get rid of the cause,” he summarizes the objective.

“Which also means checking out every room,” you remind him.

Geto sighs, and rather than continuing towards the colorful natural light that shines through the stained window across the stairs, you turn in opposite directions to search the rooms that come up.

Since the lights don’t fucking work you conjure up fire and walk inside the room. Albeit it just holds a normal bedroom; there’s a bed, a desk, a tv, photos…of a young man with an older creepy looking man, that same young man with other different people in many photos. It makes you wonder if the killer is any of these photos.

“I’ve been meaning to say!” Geto shouts from his room. “I’ve been thinking, and, you can boost up your strength by mixing your technique with hand to hand combat.”

He’s been thinking about you?

“How much do you know?” He asks.

You walk away from the photo wall and walk to a closet and respond back. “Well, a lot but you know I’ve never actually tried using my technique with my hand to hand combat,” you admit as you open the closet doors. “I just can’t find a balance, using my technique takes a lot of concentration, so does fighting, so I just never used it!”

“Ah, well we’ll find you the right balance! I think that your meditation will help too!”

You close the closet doors and ignore your somersaulting heart. He couldn’t have given it this much thought.

“You’d be very powerful when you mix both abilities,” Geto's voice echoes out louder as you now head out of the room.

And when you walk out, he walks out from his room too. “Anything over there?” Geto asks.

You shake your head, “No,” and you finally make out his face thanks to my fire. “How the hell can you see?” You ask teasingly.

Geto shrugs. “I have good senses.”

You giggle. “You could’ve just passed the killer without you knowing. There could’ve been a trap and you wouldn't have a clue.”

Geto scoffs softly. “Well next time I’ll bring you with me then, firefly.”

You grin at him and shake your head at that nickname. “Don’t call me that. I don’t like it.”

“It’s nice. It’s you,” he retorts with a smile. “Literally because your finger lights up before you expel fire. Like a firefly’s ass.”

“Then,” you rebuttal. “I’ll have to call you something in return…” you trail off and tap your bottom lip to think.

“Don’t.”

“Sugar!” You exclaim smugly. “That’s what you’ll be from now on.”

Geto shakes his head with a frown on his face.

You laugh and nod in return. “It’s cute. It’s like your name, Suguru, Sugar.”

Geto turns and walks to the last door on his side, you try to follow to provide light, but he shifts on his feet and goes across the hall.

“You said you were gonna take me with you,” you remind him. “I’m your light.”

“Actually I don’t need you anymore,” he rebuttals.

You scoff. “You started it,” you throw out as you walk back towards the room.

“And I’m ending it. Now look!”

You turn on your heels and open the door, but yell out first. “Whatever you say, Sugar!”

Geto groans in the background, leaving you content and letting you face the room to walk in with the fire still lit over your palm. And to your surprise you come across a room filled of your reflection.

“What the hell?” You muse quietly and slow down your pace as you attempt to walk in deeper. “Cool. Or creepy?” You turn and just see dozens more of your reflection deep in the glass.

It’s just a room full of mirrors. Geto will find this strange too. It must be. You don’t have a good feeling about this room.

Yet just as you part your lips to call out, suddenly the door slams shut, causing you to snap around to face the now closed door.

“Geto?” You call out and walk to the door, but then more mirrors begin to unfold over the door, making the mirrors box you in like a glass box, and causing full blown panic to completely crash into you. “Suguru!”

“Y/N!” Geto calls out and his voice now seems to be outside the room, but you can’t see the door. “What’s wrong? Why is the door locked?”

Music begins to play inside the room, a creepy little tune like one from a music box—

It’s a domain. You’re stuck in a cursed domain.

“I don’t know!” You respond back to Geto. “There’s a bunch of mirrors here! It’s some domain, all I see is me! Help me, please.” You try not to show fear, you try to be strong, but you can’t keep up the brave act.

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he says back. “I’ll try from out here, but for now, counter attack with the strongest technique you have. You hear me? You got this.”

Yeah, yeah he’s right…he’s right.

You let out a shaky breath and nod even if he can’t see you. “Yeah-yeah.” You step back and open your fist as you begin to summon your fire dragon. He’s still a work in progress, but he’s strong, he can break you out.

However, as your palm begins to glow a bright red from within, your reflection seems to be getting closer, every single one of them.

“Y/N, you still in there?” Geto calls out.

The mirrors are closing in on you as you’re using your technique, fuck, fuck, fuck! You need to do this faster.

“I’m here!” You yell and quickly look down at your arm, seeing how bright red lines begin to slither out towards the rest of your left arm. That causes your tight sleeve to begin to get burnt off as a trace of the fire dragon is drawn around your arm.

Once it’s fully formed you expel it out as big as you can in this clamping room, and overwhelm this dark room with the light of bright flames. Your dragon proceeds to breathe out fire around the perimeter, and that makes every single mirror break into shards that suddenly hurl out at you.

“Y/N?!” You hear Geto yell with panic, but you’re too focused on using air to throw the shards back, to answer back.

There’s only a small amount of air inside this domain, you don’t have a lot to work with, and what you use leaves you short of breath and gasping. Thus only the shards aimed at your head, chest, and face are thrown back. The other glasses stab your limbs and knock you to the ground, making you cry out.

“Y/N!”

And the moment all the shards hit you suddenly everything around you changes, mirrors don’t appear anymore, the room you were once in doesn’t surround you, and your fire dragon is gone due to your lack of concentration. There’s just darkness, you’re surrounded by pure darkness.

“Suguru?!” You call out with tears filling your eyes. You try to stand, but the glass in your flesh hurts so you fall back down. “Suguru?!”

That annoying tune is gone and now a tapping sound coming from behind you fills the void. You try to ignore it and try to conjure fire, you try to use anything, but even if the glass isn't too deep, it still torments you, it weakens you. You can only turn slowly to try and see, hope that it’s Geto or maybe even Satoru.

Yet when you look, it’s no one you know, it’s some woman in a blood stained white wedding kimono and long veil that covers her face.

Is this what trapped you? It has to be, there’s nothing else around you.

Your fire-dragon attack must’ve caused her own attack to activate, leading you here with her just standing there in the distance.

“Will…you…stay…with…me…forever?” The curse asks, letting you figure out what this is, a binding vow.

“Well, well,” a second voice cuts in, making the curse and domain vanish around you, and instead leaving you in some kind of basement, or…dungeon with bad white lighting.

“What did you see?” The voice asks again, this time when you look towards it, you see the same creepy man from the picture. He’s much older now though—“huh?”

You don’t respond, you drag yourself back and drop your gaze to look at a glass stabbed in your leg.

“You’re lucky that you can see them,” the man says as he sharpens the knife in his hand. “I can’t. I can sense a part of them, but I can’t see them.”

You swallow thickly and slowly reach for a piece of glass in your leg as the man continues to speak.

“Which is why you might be curious as to why you’re here.”

You wrap your hand around the glass, and lift your eyes to look over at the man so he won’t suspect anything.

“I use people,” he laughs maniacly. “I kill them for the spirits that live in my house so they don’t torture me.”

So he’s not a curse user then? He’s just plain human?

It could be easier to escape then.

“You,” he continues to blab. “You’re one of those special people, the one who can kill the spirits?”

You don’t respond, you clench your jaw and slowly take a piece of glass out of your leg. The pain is so intense you want to cry out, but you bite your tongue and hold in that scream, letting the man continue to talk.

“You should make for an interesting ghost. A powerful one like the one who asks to stay with her.”

You lift your eyes and look at him, catching him swipe a knife off the counter as he slowly turns to face you. Luckily you already pulled the glass out of your leg, so all he catches is your hand hidden behind your back.

“I wonder,” the man says and begins to walk towards you. “What color do you bleed?”

You swallow thickly and keep dragging yourself back to try and stay away from him as much as you can.

“Let me see the inside of you,” he mutters and shows off a creepy smile.

You scoff and turn away to get on your hands and knees. You don’t say anything, you just try to drag yourself away to lure him close.

When he does get close he grabs your feet to try and pull you back, but you suddenly snap around and swing down on his chest.

Albeit when the glass stabs his chest he just groans before he slaps his hands on your hips and begins to drag you back.

“Let me go!” You bellow and try to kick your leg back, but the glass in your flesh hurts, causing you to stop your attempts and instead groan in complaint.

“Don’t worry I’ll make your last minutes worthwhile?” The man mutters and pulls you back harder.

You cry out and instead of trying to play fair, you focus the rest of your energy on using your technique. He says he can’t see curses, he’s a non-sorcerer so he doesn’t know what to expect, he can’t fight back against your technique, it will be an easy escape.

Thus, you focus on the earth beneath the cement floor to try and raise a piece of it. Albeit just before you break off a piece of earth from in front of you, the man then stabs the glass on your back, making you use your instincts and throw your leg back.

The man yelps and falls back, letting you reach back and pull the glass out of your back through the pain that blinds you and makes you cry out. When the glass is out you throw it to the side and try to drag yourself away, but the pain keeps you paralyzed where you are, leaving you unable to even squirm.

So this was his plan, paralyze you so you’re an easier target.

“Bitch, get back here!” He seethes and slaps his hands around your legs and drags you back towards him. The glass already in your body stabs itself deeper due to the movements, so you can’t find the strength to fight back, you cry out in pain and fall.

“Please,” you try to beg as you dig your fingers in the ground. “I won’t try anything, just let me go! I’ll tell my friends to leave, just please let me go!”

The man scoffs and grabs your arms to flip you around so you can face his creepy face. “As if, you witches are annoying and persistent. They’ll never leave me alone, not unless I kill you.” He chuckles slowly and leans in closer towards you. “I’ll parade your body around so they know I’m strong.”

You throw your hand out to try and use the fire you can summon, but he captures your wrist and then twists it, making the pain heighten.

“Stop! Stop! Please!” You beg with a shaky voice. “Please.”

The man moves his hand to your throat and squeezes hard. “Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of you before your friends get here.” He whispers. “I’ll take the glass off your body, I’m not a monster.”

You meet his gaze and draw back saliva before you spit on his face. “Fuck you.” You bellow out and yank another piece of glass off your body to stab his eye.

The man cries out and stumbles back, letting you push yourself up to your feet to pull out another piece of glass from your body to hit him. However, the man catches your swing and uses his other hand to counter and swing his palm across your face before he then kicks you back to the ground.

“Bitch!” He grimaces and then stomps over to grab a fistful of hair to drag you back towards a cell.

You try to use your technique, but he seems to know, he catches you concentrating so he slams his foot on a piece of glass and weakens you, making you stop your attempts to fight back.

“Now I’ll just kill you in front of your friends,” the man sneers. “I’ll kill you.” He spats and kicks you back. “Using this same glass,” he continues and proceeds to yank out every shard of glass out of your body rapidly, making sure each action hurt, making sure you reacted with a scream every time.

“Please.” You beg again.

Albeit when the man yanks out the last piece of glass, he swings down and stabs your hand but pulls the glass shard out to just leave a gape in your hand.

“There now you won’t use your powers,” the man mutters angrily and begins to walk back out of the cell.

You still try to fight back, but there’s no energy left within you, you’re left weak, defenseless. Your technique already uses a lot of your strength so after all these wounds, after this fear, you’re too weak. You’re useless.

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hi!! i love your works and i’d like to request a ronal fic if you are comfortable <33 Ronal x female metkayina reader maybe where she’s her friend but they’re like so in love or something idk i love ronal she is so beautiful. thank you!!

Friendship was something special and the friendship that lasted into adulthood and the rest of lifetime are very special as well. That was the type of friendship you had with your best friend ronal. It had started when you both were young and grow stronger over the years, as you both master the ways of your clan and roles in life. Even due you two were the complete opposite of each other, the both of you still had a good friendship.

y/n " ronal" you are walking on the beach looking for ronal, as no one had seen her yet today and either have you. Everyone was had been asking you where ronal had gone off to or where was she at the moment, as you always knew where she had been.

y/n " where could she be and why haven't I ... found her" you soon saw ronal sitting on rock in the meddle of the ocean, you soon got into the water and made your way towards her.

ronal " y/n"

y/n " hello I have been looking for you I haven't seen my best friend all day, and I was feeling you are avoiding me"

ronal " I was not avoiding you I was avoiding him"

y/n " tonowari"

ronal " yes and his family and mine as well"

y/n " so what the matter with them you can tell me"

ronal " the stress of becoming a new tshaik for the clan and his mate, it feels like his mother keeps on testing me and trying to see if I will mess up and if I can be a good mate to her son"

y/n " oh"

ronal " then there is tonowari I don't think he likes me"

y/n " oh he does"

ronal " how can you tell"

y/n " well he was the one who asked where you were, he is very worried about you as he hadn't seen you yet .... even due he all serious know these day he does care in his own way"

ronal " if you say that"

y/n " oh come ronal I know you will be a good tshaik and leader"

ronal " ........"

y/n " you have been doing everything perfect and you don't have to be like all the other tshaik here, you can be your own tshaik you and I know you are perfect for the role ... everyone respect you and listen to what you say and when you tell them to do something they do it"

ronal " thank you"

y/n " your welcome I know you are having hard time as in a moons you will become tonowari mate, but I have faith you will do a good job and make us all proud"

ronal " you will be by my side if I need help"

y/n " if you wish it then I will make it happen"

ronal " thank you"

y/n " we are still going to be close even due you will have a mate and soon your own family as well"

ronal " yes we will still be close no matter how many year go by, you will still be my best friends and if my kids are going to have aunt I want it to be you"

y/n " I will be honored"

ronal " speaking of mates tonowari best friend Nomik is looking for a mate, and he seems to have his eyes on you"

y/n " are you playing match maker"

ronal " maybe I'm and or maybe I'm not it my job as future tshaik to insure our clan future and the next generation" you soon looked at ronal as she gained towards you, she soon started laughing as you had become turning bright red.

y/n " ronal"

ronal " oh come on I'm just trying to help I have seen you look at him, and you seem like you want him the clan good hunter and warrior tonowari most truest friend .... you two will be perfect together"

y/n " I sense you been think about this for awhile"

ronal " I can't let my best friend stay single forever and alone" you and ronal soon started laughing and started goofing around like children, even due you two were young adult women of the clan. It made you happy to see ronal was happy and now longer upset.

ronal " thank you for being a good friend"

y/n " you welcome as you have always been there for me and now I'm here for you" The two of you were not paying attention as you guys had hugged and soon fall into the water. The duo had swam to the surface and soon started laughing, as you two started splashing each other with water. they both of you are playing around but it soon had been interrupted when someone had coughed. You and ronal soon looked and saw tonowari and nomki on their sea creatures.

ronal " tonowari"

tonowari " ronal"

nomki " y/n"

y/n " nomki" The four adults said nothing as laughter had soon filled the air, the two males soon joined the females in the water. It seems like the group was able to have fun and no longer be serious, as some of them has always been on daily basis. Ronal and tonowari did become mates and were able to come to understand with each other, and to no one surprised you and nomkia had become mates as well. Ronal was right your friendship with her did last even after you all become mates, as your children and her children had become friends so friendship does last forever.

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m-writes-stories · 4 months

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I'm Always Here - Part 4

Warnings: pregnancy talk, medical talk, preeclampsia, talk of terminating pregnancy, language,

Word Count: 1675

“I’m sorry to inform you, but you have a serious health condition. About 5-8 women are diagnosed with it, but it affects everyone differently”

“Which is?” Travis asked.

“Preeclampsia. It's a serious blood pressure condition that develops during pregnancy. The bleeding was just your body shedding its uterine lining, because it doesn’t believe there is a baby in you. Which really doesn’t have anything to do with preeclampsia but it is just something that can happen. I’m so sorry.”

“So what’s the best option for us?” You asked.

“You can continue with the pregnancy, but there can be serious complications. I can 100% sit down and talk about them with you guys. Obviously we can terminate the pregnancy–”

“No, that won’t be happening,” you said.

“What’s the risk? Travis asked.

“Fetal growth restriction, which is where the placenta does not receive as much blood as it should, causing your baby to be undersized. Preterm labor, which is where you give birth prior to about 35 weeks. Placenta abruption, which is where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall. And worse case scenario–”

“Our baby dies,” you said.

“Yes.” The doctor says.

“Ok, so what now?”

“Now we just take this pregnancy one day at a time. We have some time before we really notice any problems. So we will just make an appointment every other week until we start to notice a major problem.”

“Okay, can I be discharged today? Is that possible? Or-“ you asked the doctor.

“You can be discharged today. But I want you to be as cautious as possible. So no stressful events, not as much physical activity—“

“No stressful events? Travis plays in the NFL, his games will always be stressful to me.”

“Honey I will be fine with you not being there.” Travis says.

“But babe-“

Travis gave her a look.

“Trav, I am not missing your games. I want to go to them,” tears sprung to your eyes, “I feel like I wouldn’t be supporting you.”

Travis hugged you, rubbing your back. He felt bad.

“Would going to games be bad?” He asked the doctor.

“It depends on how stressed she gets at games. If it is super stressful then I would recommend not going.”

“Ok, I mean I guess I can watch from home.”

“Yeah, and you will have Avery.”

“That’s true Avery always lowers stress.” You said, “I can try going to one game and see what I do. If I get too bad I can go home.”

You and Travis headed home. You were in the passenger seat and grabbed his hand for comfort. You needed it right now at this moment.

“It’s gonna be ok, I promise. We are gonna get through this, pretty girl,” Travis said.

“I want a boy.”

“What?”

“I want a boy. I want a boy so you can teach him to play football, I want him to do wrestling, but most of all I think you would be a good boy dad.”

“You want to be a football mom don’t you?”

“I’m already gonna be a wife so why not?” You smirked. “But I think you will be an amazing boy dad. You are an amazing girl dad, but I really think you will be an amazing boy dad. Someone you can wrestle around with.”

“Are you saying our daughter can’t be a wrestler?”

“No, I’m just saying you and our son would be best friends.”

“Oh okay. Secret codes and everything oh that would be awesome!” He cheered, “Jason would love that.”

“See what I’m saying. No secret codes to hide things from me though.”

“Oh never. You are a good mom. I hope you know that.”

“Oh I doubt myself many times.”

“Why? I could have never asked to have a better mom to two of my kids.”

“I need a break sometimes.”

“Every parent, not just moms, need a break sometimes. And that is ok. You are the best mom to Avery and I know you will be a great mom to our second kid. Speaking of which, when do you think we can find out the gender?”

“Jason and I already discussed this.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me, that you talked to my brother before you talked to your future husband?”

“Jason is throwing the gender reveal.”

“Why can’t I throw the party? I throw the best parties.”

“You threw Avery’s. Jason wants a turn.”

“But I’m better at it.”

“Trav, if I were to allow you to throw my party, it would turn into, somehow, some way, a party for you.”

“True.”

“Plus Donna is gonna help along with Kylie and the kids.”

“So if I can’t throw the gender reveal party, can I throw a party just because?”

“No.”

“Why not? I love to party.”

He pulled into the driveway and you got out slamming the door heading inside.

“Baby wait.”

“No Travis. We have had this argument before. You can’t just party all the time. You wanted to step back up as a father. So step the fuck up. We are having another kid. I’m pregnant with our second child.”

You walk into the house going up the stairs. You go into the bathroom, shutting the door. You couldn’t let Travis see you like this. You were vulnerable.

“Baby, I’m sorry. This is new to me. I haven’t been around for basically all of Avery’s life, I don’t know how to be a dad. Or even to be a responsible adult. Please open the door.”

You opened the door, tears running down your face. You didn’t wanna look up at him. You didn’t wanna show him.

“Baby, please look at me. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to do this yet. This is a big adjustment. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him. You were ashamed of this. You didn’t want him to see.

“I promise that I am going to try to be the person you need me to be. But I need you to understand that this is going to take some time, but I love you and I want to be here for you, Avery and our new baby.

“Travis, I’m gonna need you more than ever to step up. I can’t be wrestling around a toddler while pregnant. I hate to say this, but for a little while I need you to be strict on Avery. I need you to be a parent, and not just a fun uncle for her.”

“Okay, I’ll be dad. I got this.” He said.

“I hate doing this but it’s for my health Travis. You know that. I don’t want-“

“Baby, I know. We gotta play good cop bad cop for a while. And that means to keep my wife healthy, I gotta be the bad cop.”

You leaned him down and kissed him, giggling.

“You called me your wife?” you said, tears starting to collect in your eyes once more.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be my wife. Better start calling you my wife.”

“Does that mean I can call you my baby daddy?’

“No, that is not what that means,” he said sternly.

“Fine, my husband.”

You walked back out into the living room. Avery was at Donna’s house, so you and Travis could have a night to yourselves.

“Babe, what does your schedule look like tomorrow for the game?” you asked Travis.

“Pretty standard.”

“Standard? I haven’t been with you for almost a year. What does the standard look like?”

“I have to be at the facility at 11 since it is a 3:25 game. Then I probably won’t be home until between 8-9.”

You already knew this would be a long pregnancy, just knowing how many times you had cried in the last 24 hours. And now you were crying again.

“I’m fine Travis, just the hormones. This sucks. I’m going tomorrow.”

“First, honey you aren’t fine and that’s ok, something made you upset. And second, why? You don’t need to go to the game.”

“What are all your cocky friends gonna say when your wife doesn’t show up to a single game all season? Or what are their snobby girlfriends and wives gonna say? Everyone is gonna think that I am only with you for your money.”

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The next morning, Donna was over and walked upstairs seeing you with your hair in rollers, in the bathroom at your vanity.

“Good morning sunshine. You are glowing today,” Donna said.

“I most definitely am not glowing.”

“Is Travis still here? I don’t remember seeing his car in the driveway.”

“Trav!” You yelled, “give it a few seconds.”

Travis came sprinting into the bathroom.

“What? What is it? Are you ok? Is Avery ok? Is baby #2 ok?”

“I think that was a record.”

“Same.” Donna laughed, “his face was priceless.

“I know.” You chuckled, “that was great.”

“So everything is okay?”

“Yeah your mom just wanted to know if you were still here.” You said.

“So you yelled, like that?”

“It worked. Did it not?”

“No it did. I don’t think I have ever ran that fast.”

Avery walked in and hugged her mom.

“Avery honey I’m gonna be using hot tools here in a minute you’re gonna have to go somewhere else.”

“Ok mama. Daddy can I watch tv in your bed?”

“Sure baby.”

Travis took her into the bedroom and got a movie set up.

“He is a good dad.”

“I had to bitch at him several times for him to be one.” You said getting the rollers set.

“Really?”

“Yup. I’m gonna go to the game today. He bucked me hard over it.”

“Why doesn’t he want you to go?”

“I went to the hospital yesterday.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Remember the blood stain?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it turns out I have preeclampsia.”

“Oh my god, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“So I can’t be stressed out and I’m going to his game. And so now he is a little mad at me.”

“I mean he is just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, just sometimes it’s too much.”

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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what relationship headcanons do you think gavi would have ?

I'm not english and being honest, the way, you, my dear anon, asked me this, made me wonder a bit... But I got your point and this is it☺️

Gavi Dating

Ok, we have to have clear something.

I feel like when Gavi falls in love... He falls hard

So he's ready to do everything for his partners happiness and well being

Love language is definitely touching

Hand holding, arm around the shoulder pulling her close to him, hand on her thigh

Neither much nor little

Isn't the type of going out so much, rather stays in

Either just him and his partner or with family or friends

I also feel like, yes, the first thing Gavi would be attracted to would be his partners outside beauty

But eventually after getting to know her better, he would be head over heels for other aspects of her

He probably would fall even before starting the relationship

Would talk about her to his parents and teammates a lot

He would also surprise her with flowers randomly, getting her a nice present or anything. He would like to spoil his partner

Because he feels like she deserves it

If his partner doesn't know how to cook, then he would try his best and learn for the two of them.

You can't always eat junky food, even if you want to

But if his partner does know how to cook, he would annoy her by stealing some food, distracting her while frying something or something among the lines

I feel like he would love first, but won't actually say it first

He can be everything but he can get also nervous

And that would be one of those times

Although he says it

He also shows it

Sends good morning, good evening, through-the-day and good night texts

He would always think of his partner

If she has a drivers licence

He's the passenger princess

Until he gets his, then its his partners turn to be passenger princess

And sometimes rotating to both be passenger princesses

He would love to gossip with his partner

About everything and everyone

If his partner is Latina, he wouldn't have any problem speaking Spanish all day and teaching some Spaniard slang

If she's Spaniard then ¡Hostia tía, joder!

If she's European/American he would love to teach her some Spanish words and would learn her language

He wouldn't like the fact, his girl is too pretty and attracts every male's attention

If she's stressed he would do a spa-day care for the two of them

He would let himself be babied by his girl too

He would be her best friend, partner in crime and lover

All in one

And he would be the best

°°° °°° °°° °°°

Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride

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simplepotatofarmer · 10 months

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Blog Update:

Hi, it's me, Loyal.

I just want to say first and foremost, I really do love (parts of) the fandom and I'm not going anywhere.

I will, however, not be around as much. One, I'm about to enter an all day intensive treatment plan so I'll literally just be on in the evening. Two, as much as I'm going to keep writing and creating, I have no intention of interacting publicly with fandom as much as I have.

I can't. It's actually fucking insane that it's gotten to this point. I made tribute post and because I used lyrics from Dream's song, I got harassed. The people doing this, acting like this, thinking this way are insane.

So in case it's not clear: Based on my personal lived experience and some information that's come to light, I still enjoy Dream's content. You can approach me personally, off anon, if you want to know my reasoning. If you dislike me for this, that's fine. But I'm done trying to walk this fine line just so I don't get people threatening me, my kids, and my pets. Just so people stop sending me the city I live in, so they stop digging up twelve year old tweets, so they stop calling me slurs and suicide baiting me.

That's absolutely insane. It's horrible. It's disgusting and I was honestly just sitting here, taking it, because I'm terrified of upsetting people and losing friends if I say 'yeah, I'm excited for a new manhunt and I also this song helped me and my kids process my grief'. And the worst part is, it's not an unfounded fear. People have done the most vile shit to me. People I thought were friends jumped on me instead of those harassing me.

I just want to post about Techno and c!Rivals duo and not worry about whether or not this post is going to get me hate. I don't want to worry about how random discord servers are talking about me.

Because that's fucking batshit. Not the worrying, but what these people are doing and I'm tired of letting this effect me. I have enough going on in my personal life. My partner of 15 years almost died. We almost lost our house. I should be able to come online and post about the silly minecraft guys I like and their RP and lore without censoring myself out of fear of literally being doxxed and cyber stalked. I should be able to talk about the racism that effects me without being afraid people will make it about cc drama or calling me slurs or erasing my identity as an Ojibwe person.

The people doing this are the problem. It hurts that so many people are part of this, it really does. But I can't keep letting it get to me. I've always done my best to be kind. I haven't been perfect, especially not lately, because all this hate and stress has gotten to me. I've lashed out. I shouldn't have.

And I shouldn't have had to deal with all that shit in the first place. I hope no one else does. It's terrifying and draining and I'm done.

So I intend to post the things I enjoy, I intend to reblog my friends' art, write the Emerald duo and Rivals duo fics I want to. I want to post about the Syndicate and the new manhunt when it comes out. That's what I'm going to do.

Asks are staying off for the moment because people are too happy to make burner blogs but I'll probably turn them back on at some point as I love answering lore and headcanon questions and, again, it's fucked up I can't enjoy an aspect of the site and fandom because people can't just leave me alone.

To those people: Get help. You're harassing someone because you think they deserve it and that's the most fucked up thing.

To everyone else: So so many of you have been amazing. You've been supportive, you've been kind. That kindness and support speaks volumes and I love you all. I genuinely love you. Dreblr, you've been here for me for over a year at this point and I cannot thank you enough. You are the best part of fandom as far as I'm concerned. And to Dtblr, y'all have come to support me countless times and that means the world to me, it really does. As for all my fellow Rivals duo fans, you people are worth your weight in gold for the joy you bring. A special shout-out to @vpofcookies because you've been here since the beginning, practically, and I love you. There's more but you know who you are.

Anyway, I've been carrying this for awhile and I'm tired. I'm no longer going to give any amount of thought to the people determined to drag me down and harass me constantly.

My best advice is stop focusing on the things and people you hate and instead focus on what you love. That's what I plan to do, from here on out.

#I had someone help me write this because it's been a lot but hopefully this makes sense and explains things.#I'm leaving tomorrow. I just had a break because of everything that happened lately. With the car and then missing Techno so much.#Then the sudden onslaught it was like. Wow. This isn't good! I need change.#So I'm changing things. And I do know this is going to get me hate of course.#But I mean. I'm done with caring about that. I have people and things that I love and that's what I care about.#loyal talks about stuff and things #I'm not tagging this as discourse because like this is my literal fandom experience.

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romanestuffsposts · 8 months

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hiii was wondering could you do a stucky and little reader where they take her to the stark tower for the first time and introduce you to the team and other littles?

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for your lovely request! I'm so sorry you had to wait that long! ❤️

I hope you like it!

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cuteness, little reader is shy, pet names, fluff, meeting with unknow people, small talk

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : new friends ? Maybe

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Your Papa redresses your beautiful dress, a proud smile on his face as he looks up at you "are you ready ?" he asks excited.

Your Papa is sooo excited today because you will finally meet his friends! He can't be more proud and more happy to live that day with his family and his friends. Everything will be perfect.

You, you weren't so stressed out with that idea. In fact, your Daddies- more your Papa tho- can't stop talking about their wonderful friends and how you'll be so close to them one day. They just know you'll be friends with everyone because, who doesn't want to be friend with you ?? Seriously, you're just the best person ever so of course they'll love you. No doubts about that!

"Calm down Steve" Bucky laughs as he rests two hands on your shoulders "she'll be fine, she always is" he winks down at you. You blush and smile up at him. He gently kisses your forehead while your head is tilted toward him before knocking on the door.

He knows that if the faster they go inside and you meet everyone, the faster Steve will be relax and not so annoying, like your Daddy would says.

The door open and a man who is almost as tall as your Daddies came in your visual. His strict face breaks into a silly grin as he spots your Daddies "finally!" he explames, taking you by surprise "we've been waiting for hours" he playfully rolls his eyes

Your eyes widen at the thought of them being annoyed because they had to wait for you to arrive, just because your Daddy had to iron the dress because you didn't wanted to wear another one. It was this one!

You peer behind you at your Daddy with a worry expression as you walk inside and he gives you a reassuring smile and a nod of his head. You swallow your guilt and take in your surrender.

It's a lot bigger than... than... Well- than everything you've ever seen in your life! There are no words that leave your mouth as your eyes wonder everywhere. You hear chuckle behind you which make you turning around, if nobody would've take you away, you would still be looking around yourself with a drool leaving your tongue.

The man who opened the door kneels in front of you. He gives you a friendly smile "hi, my name is Tony. I'm so glad to finally meet you"

His words make you smile and you shyly play with your dress. "Baby, what do we do when someone is talking to us ?" your Papas asks.

You look up at him and he tilts his head "don't forget the respect we have for others, sweetie. What do we do when someone speak ?"

Answering

You look back at Tony "sank you. 'm happy t' see ya too"

He smiles more at your cuteness "can I give your cheek a kiss ?" You bite the inside of your lips and nod. Nobody except your Daddies and Alpine give you kisses.

He learns over and gives a gentle kiss on your cheek "why don't we go meet the others ?" he asks jumping on his knees "they're dying to see you" he whispers.

Your eyes light up at his words and you quickly nod your head. He stands up and proposes you his hand which you gladly take.

He would'nt have been upset or angry if you didn't took his hand, he would've understand, you two don't know each others so it's normal.

But he's still glad you took his hand with so much excitation and with any hesitations.

Your Daddies smile at each others before following you.

When you enter the next room, it's bigger than the first one. There's little stairs here and there, there's a bar and many little floors who are all connected to the main floor.

You can't take everything in your surrender but that the firsts things you noticed. You spot a group of people near the couches who are laughing together and you suddenly want to laugh with them. You love laughing.

You start walking faster than Tony which doesn't go unoticed by the three men around you.

"Ladies and gentlemen"

All of them turn toward the voice who come from Tony "here is our little star of the night" he points at you, his eyes following his finger. You clench at his hand when you see all their eyes turning to you" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but you don't move. Now you're scared to go to them.

They aren't laughing anymore, they are just looking at you, sweetly yes, but they're looking at you so it kinda stress you.

You feel your Daddy kneeling on the other side of your body, where Tony isn't and grabs your chin "you okay, babydoll ?" he asks, knowing what is happening.

He's surprise it didn't happened earlier to be honest.

You let go of Tony's hand and wraps your arms around your Daddy's neck, your face hiding in his neck when your face touch his flesh. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up with a little groan.

The others start to stand up and your Papa turns your head so your cheek is against your Daddy's shoulder so your face is facing the others.

One by one, they come to you andpresent themself to you, they either shake your little hand, kiss it or ruffle your hair for others- thanks Scott and Sam.

You became less shy once your Daddy sat down on the couch and started talking with the others. There's a beautiful woman beside you with georgous red hair and the craziest thing is when you look beside her, there's another one! How crazy this world is ?!

She can feel you touching her hair and playing with it but she doesn't say anything to stop you. She kinda like it even tho she's not used to it and she's happy to see you comfortable around her.

She gives you winks and smiles whenever she crosses your gaze making you so happy. You have a friend!

"do you want some water, baby ?" your Papa asks. You nod. He's about to stand up when the lady beside you stand up first "i'll do it!" She doesn't let time at your Papa to answer her as she's already in the kitchen. You giggle at that.

The other red head lady slide closer to you now that the spot is empty and she smiles big at you "hii" she whispers excited. You giggle and smile at her "hi"

"i love your dress!" she whispers again and your smile brighten more. You look down at yourself with red cheeks before looking back up at her "sank you" you whisper "i love your hair"

"thank you so much!!"

"we're gonna be great friends i can feel it!" she squeals at you. You laugh along with her.

It's been a few hours now that you're here and you start to get more sleepy. Your chest is against your Daddy's chest as you fight with yourself for not falling asleep. You don't want to fall asleep because you don't want to disrespect them.

Your Daddies could feel how tired you were so they decide to get back home "baby" your Daddy whispers, carressing your back. You hum, your eyes still close "we're gonna go home s we can have a good sleep ?"

You nod your head and feel your Daddy standing up. You wrap yourself around him so you don't fall and you hear your Daddies's friends- your new friends- standing up too.

"you say goodbye, princess ?" Your Papa softly asks in your ear. You pull your head away from your Daddy and looks around you to see everyone looking at you. "bye bye" you say, with tiny eyes and a weak wave of your hand before hiding your face back in your Daddy's neck.

This one chuckle and apologies for you but you hear the others waving him off, saying it was perfectly fine which helped relaxing you more.

You fell asleep after you left the tower and just before entering the car. You opened an eye here and there but nothign too big to fully wake up. You could still feel things around you like when your Daddies carry you, tuck you to bed and cuddle you in a big a warm bed

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vyl3tpwny · 10 months

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parasocial2, or, the complications of my social anxiety + growing self + motivation & stress management amidst all these things.

a while ago i wrote on here about parasocial relationships and things of the sort. it was an unorganized ramble, and so this will be also.

Growing Self

something i have to live with is that in my past, i have been an excruciatingly unbearable, egomaniacal cunt. honestly i still have anger issues sometimes. and a lot of the time i take everything EXTREMELY personally. but at least i understand these things about myself better now.

i have a hard time pushing people away or giving space to myself because sometimes i feel like i owe everyone my personal space. like i don't deserve personal space because of how much of a massive bitch i've been; the baggage i've created for myself and the pain i've inflicted on other ppl means that i should have to sell my personal space out to everyone and anyone who asks for it, avoiding risk of being seen as an asshole for pushing people away and asking for space alone.

and yet i find it hard to do anything sometimes. i will wake up to 400 notifications of people asking me high executive or personal questions, needing my help or opinion with something, trying to show me something that i don't have the energy to respond to, and stuff. because of this thing i am and live with, i continue to feel like i have to spend a lot of time trying to figure out something meaningful to say. it takes so much time and willpower and by the end of it i just don't feel like doing anything anymore. it kills my ability to work or go do things or go outside or talk to anyone i actually want to talk to.

it sucks. because there are (a.) a handful of people i could probably talk to every day and it's fine; there are maybe like 15-20 people who fit this category. there is another (b.) sect of people, a very large amount of people, who i can handle speaking to occasionally. then there are (c.) people who i don't know, don't want to know, or used to know. i've labeled them accordingly.

with the people in group ".b", ppl i can only rlly talk to occasionally, it's hard because usually these people are friends or acquaintances and i enjoy the company of sometimes and i can find something to talk about with sometimes. however, usually i do not have the energy to talk to them. i often have a status indicator on my discord, for example, stating that i only want to speak to people i have business with or are very close friends. people in group ".b" tend to be the first and most frequent trespassers of this request. it's very hard to disengage with these conversations or messages because i don't want to hurt their feelings, and it's not like i dislike these people. but a very very very VERY large percentage of people i think don't actually understand how i am.

i have always been someone who values being alone. of course, i couldn't live in isolation i think. but i've always valued just being by myself. i go out most places alone and i will often not participate in any social activity for days, weeks at a time. i think the best when i'm alone and i usually start thinking the most creatively when i'm alone.

so to people in group ".b", it's hard to really establish: "I want to be alone most of the time, don't talk to me", without it seeming like a negative thing. it's not that i don't care or that i dislike these people. i just get overwhelmed and sensory overload easily. and when i'm waking up to over a hundred messages, i don't feel extremely motivated to find the energy. i find it hard to ask for that, especially because of how it can be perceived negatively in light of how toxic i have been in the past as well. idk.

but then there are people in group ".c". people i don't know. people i don't want to know. and people i used to know. that's kind of broad. but they all feel the same to me. this is where it's less about social anxiety and more about perceiving the parasocial construct in front of me.

something i struggle with, among all other things, is why? why constantly vie for the attention of someone who doesn't want to talk to you. what joy is there in seeking a one-sided relationship? it confuses me profoundly. if i speak to someone and they don't return the same enthusiasm or level of interaction, i just leave them alone after that. i'm not going to try and be friends with someone who has other things to do and other friends to be with. so why is it that it feels constantly like there are people who want to call me their 'friend' and want to seek out a connection with me when i'm not reciprocating that in any way. i especially don't feel like the most unique, interesting person in the world. if i'm not interested in connecting, i'm sure there are way more interesting people than me to even talk to. so why does it have to be me? i'm just a person.

anyway. it gets very difficult to disengage with people in group ".c". again, part of it is because i'm overly aware of how i can come across, especially given my past toxicity. however, with these people it gets much more complicated. often i find that the people who form parasocial interests in me also happen to be people who a predisposition to hurt themselves and sometimes those around them. i still struggle with the trauma of someone who faked their suicide and blamed me for just not talking to them even though i didn't know them at all. so not only do i feel the need to delicately balance not upsetting people in group ".c" because they may guilt trip me over what i've grown out of, i'm also afraid of them hurting themselves or hurting other people.

to the people who aren't in the extreme ends of that. it's still difficult because a lot of the times i will openly express my social (or lack thereof) needs very transparently. and they will still continue to try and reach me. i don't really know what else to do, because if i block them it will seem so much more drastic and upsetting, because the people in this group tend to not want to think in any neutral or balanced sense.

there are people who i have ignored the messages of for quite literally several years. and they will still message me consistently as if unreciprocated message 70 is going to prompt me to finally respond.

There is No Middle Horse

I do everything. I write, compose, arrange, perform (vocals and instruments), produce, mix, and master all of my music.

I do all my management. There is nobody who manages for me.

I do all of the utility work that comes with being a public musician entity.

There is no middle horse.

And I will not compromise that just to solve these parasocial and social anxiety issues.

still i feel the need to either deal with or humour every whim of people in group ".b" and group ".c", just to avoid coming off as an asshole and to avoid people hurting themselves and others. i don't really know how to solve this honestly. other than just ignoring people or communicating my needs openly, i don't see any other route.

the fact remains that i have been a cunt in the past. i have been extremely toxic and caustic. therefore, i see that part of myself when i consider blocking someone or desiring to make my needs clear and my boundaries transparent. dunno.

i'm extremely tired. and my energy is sucked out by people in groups ".b" and ".c". to the point where i never get to hang out with people in groups ".a" much anymore, the people i really really want to be around and talk to. i want to have energy to actually talk to my friends. but i don't. i'm busy selling my soul i think.

i am slightly antisocial. but mostly i'm tired and like being on my own.

honestly i'd like to know what other people think. and i am in therapy for this and many other things now. but it helps to know what other people think anyway.

sorry this sucks!

#vyop

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jaymesyourplaything · 29 days

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TRANSPARENCY

ver they/them is sherlock he/him mod

john he/him is johns mod.

all purple are links.

hello,, i think to start this, i will have to be very transparent. this is going to push a lot of my comfort zones, and... well, writing this is going to... be very difficult for me. i'm sorry. if i give too much leeway, some friends may be upset. if i speak at all, i fear i'm losing some automatically.

but, i wanted to speak up. push myself. my friend gave me the okay, and along with bewitched they are both giving me the courage every day. 🥺🥺🥺

i struggle with speaking up. my co-mod was always the one who, spoke for me. in my life; i am very much a wallflower. in my personal life, people don't like how i am so very willing to see the good in people, even if they hurt me. this is because i was abused and neglected started from a young age.

due to my abuse;

i have a dissociative disorder

it makes it very hard for me to interact with people around me in my day to day life. whenever i am stressed, whenever i feel i should be quiet-i was conditioned well-or if anyone so much as changes their tones, i'll be gone. it's questioning when i come back, but it's often when i'm more comfortable.

so, when someone is out of line, or otherwise mean to me, i would dissociate, and often forget about it. my caretaker once commented on how i wasn't there mentally, i didn't have the ability to hold a grudge. it was not because of a mental deformity, but the neglect i suffered.

i was only ever "real" during happy moments. i would lose focus during un-happy moments. it was easy to create false memories, especially if all i had to go on was my (caretakers) retelling of any story.

my memories, my thoughts and feelings on people, are based entirely of whatever i can remember of them at that moment, and what other's tell me about the memories/people. my reality is easy to be altered. (which is why i stepped back so long, all my thoughts are based on my partner of 10 years, childhood friends who do not interact with this website or anyone in it, or some of my friends who have been helping me correct my behavior who have all stayed out of it for their general lack of like of drama and also it helps me tremendously to interact with the world "alone" and learn how to proceed in my life/process. alone as in they don't interfere, other than advice i ask for. mostly i'm saying i purposeful stepped back from ver and bewitched -and john- anyone involved and spoke to those not involved for my opinions here. )

the best coping mechanism we found is to be extremely grounded. the last year has become the best year of our life after we became aware how severe the abuse was and why i've been the way i have. (we as in my partner and i. we have been together for 9 years now. )

this is why i struggle keeping a narrative for long. i'll lose it, i'll go through various stages of understanding, or memory loss. my narrative is based on those around me and what i see, and other things i can trust. it takes awhile, so i can gather what other's think of what's happened around me, so i can base the truth off it.

(i stayed out of this because i couldn't just, listen to everyone when this is /my/ experience. hence why i talked to my partner, or other -childhood friends not related to anyone here in this space- about such topics for so long, or other trusted friends, until i could gather an idea that isn't biased from my friends. because i trusted john, it hurt a lot for this to happen, it was hard to believe, hence dissociation and why it took so long. heughhh... )

also, yes, co-mod

i co-moded this blog once. if you know who the co-mod is, please keep it private. we have since talked and he has agreed to stay out, he's leaving me to handle the experiences on this account. he has remained quiet by my request. he now has only commented on his own experiences on his blog, only. john never knew the identity of this other person, in fact i don't think i told him my identity either. we spoke as "i" or "we".

edit: gdi pookie i said keep it private wts

my co-mod quit the fucking whore

thats a joke i don't mind they quit. poor communication, i would dissociate and he disapproved that i was continuously supporting him [john] even though i was clearly, by my own mind's definition, in discomfort talking to him. i wanted to be a good mod, keep contact with the other mods. ): i didn't like how he treated people behind the scenes, gossip and stuff. devaluing sherlock for a long time.

my friendship and thoughts on john and ver

i don't think ver is emotionally manipulative, but i didn't think john was abusive either. john has certainly shown he has been abusive since the split at least, but it suspects he could have always been abusive.

john planned replacing sherlock with his friend, from early january at least, but i suspected it back around august 2023

he said early on ver would deserve being replaced. said mine would be a better sherlock once, said he was tired of ver's sherlock, supported the idea of the other sherlocks popping up since jan but said they were also crazy and not to talk to them.

but anyway, here's wonderwall

aka my statement

there are boundaries. revealing personal information about ver, at first in private (with me, who else could he have? ) and then later in public, or messaging them after they (publicly ) told him to stop. then slander, or public harassment (public attempts to communicate, or throw accusations at, or now accuse of sending anon asks without proof -turn off anon asks then john. ) i don't know what happened in private, but publicly john has continuously escalated a situation that ver has attempted to be quiet and respectful on continuously.

i ended my friendship with john because of his continued abuse towards ver since he abruptly and without warning replaced ver.

uh , last thoughts? and a message from me

john was a mean girl who decided to fully bully and harass ver now that ver was free.

ver is just emotional and reacted to johns /empty/ threats of quitting.

which again is mean of him, empty threats, he knew he wanted to replace ver, not quit lol

since he kicked ver out and cut them off, he has continuously reached out, even after ver requested he stop. he has no even made a new account (sherlockbbc-rp blog ) so that he could interact with us (we all had to re-block him, or otherwise ignore him ) since we all have been trying to move on

he is obsessed with ver, which is weird when john is the one who wanted ver gone. ver even tried to help john every step of the way (and wanted the same respect and help. ) which john refused. i believe ver and believe john blew them off until he replaced him, since he's refused my help in similar ways countless times.

i hope ver can move on and recover, they do seem really shaken up and shy because of this event, and john continuously just, escalates. now that we've all done statements, i want to help ver move on. i want to plan and plot more interactions, i want to help cheer them up. i hope johns friends continue to watch and take care of him too, but i honestly am happy i'm not one of them now. it's stressful. i don't need to be friends with someone who puts that much thought into slandering and harassing someone and has no intentions of growing as a person and stopping that behavior. i've been trying, and i'm sure most of my friends would agree i'm doing so much better. i am proud of my improvements, and i am so very proud of ver for moving on and taking all steps i would have. i am not proud of john. i am proud of me for leaving john. my friends are proud, it was difficult for me, very very difficult.

this was difficult to write. as said, in my personal life, i am too soft, too nice. last ex, i remember we talked it out and ended with me saying (so us agreeing ) we were both too immature for the relationship. in reality they were cheating and petty lol. i.. i am often harassed for, not... speaking up, for taking blame, for ending so many things on good terms. two people i respected a lot even judged me when it took me so long to cut john out of my life. it hurt a lot. i've withdrawn a lot, since then. i am excited to move on from this chapter of my life, and continue growing as a person, from poor behavior to just being more assertive.

thank you for reading this, i... i feel no one really cares, but a close friend comforted me, and reminded me that even if no one else cares, that my friend ver appreciates me helping. i was silent so long, partially their request, some was a mutual agreement between me and my co-mod, and a lot was processing... what was going on with john. please be respectful, please be patient with me. this was my friend too. this was ver's friend once too. thank you to my friend, thank you to my continued friends for always helping me in correcting my behavior, or just remaining patient with me during this journey the last year with my own personal growth, and thank you to bewitched and ver for giving me the courage and help to speak out in the first place. i love and appreciate all of you very much.

john, please stop trying to contact me.

#jay #a scandal in tumblr #mod

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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Incredibly lucky to even be here

I just realized, exactly one year ago today (May 11th) I was diagnosed with endometrial stromal sarcoma and given less than a 34% chance of survival. I'm incredibly, miraculously lucky to be well and cancer-free today. I owe that to my amazing doctors, and also in a small way to BTS.

The moment I got told I had cancer, I immediately decided to only entertain thoughts of complete health and victory. It was a pure and immediate defense mechanism and I stuck to it. So no sad songs or movies or TV shows. No online drama. No negative nellies or naysayers. No stressful projects at work. No arguments, no entanglements, no regrets.

For months, I would focus only on laughter and quality time with loved ones and things that brought me joy, even as I had to deal with practical stuff like creating a will and a pet trust and filling out life insurance forms and undergoing test and surgeries.

BTS (and Jimin, as my "recruiter") gave me moments of grace and beauty and art and warmth and giggles--and kind ARMYs gave me a sense of belonging and community, especially during a dark and terrifying time, when in the quiet of the early morning hours, the sense that my own body was my worst enemy would eat at all my mental defenses. I could switch on my phone, go to the timeline, and ARMY and BTS would be there.

If I seem to be very Pollyanna-ish or boringly polite these days, it's because I decided one year ago to focus on what I want instead of giving energy to what I don't. I know bad things are very real and they need to be confronted--of course! But I also know that depression, anger, and fear can erode the myelin sheath wrapped around our nerve endings and weaken the walls in the chambers of our hearts; that toxic emotions can bleach our hair of color and rob our nails and skin of suppleness; that negativity can lengthen our immuno-response times to bruises and cuts.

So if other folks get a thrill, a hit of adrenaline, from drama and trash talking in our fandom, more power to them, I guess. It must serve them in some way I don't understand. Me? I find meanness and pettiness draining and damaging. So I'll never do that. I'll never rudely call someone out in public or go on their blog to rant or snipe openly about members or fellow ARMY. I will just keep myself to myself and do my best to be authentic and kind and hard working.

Doesn't always work. I'm human. I will absolutely make mistakes (case in point--the campaign idea yesterday that could have really harmed Jimin. I didn't think about all the consequences and I'm so grateful to the people who patiently set me straight.) Please know that if you ever feel strongly I'm going in the wrong direction, you can always speak to me--I'll ask a million questions, I'll hear you out, and I'll try to be flexible in my mindset. You don't have to hide behind throw-away accounts or talk to others about me. I will do my best to always be kind and act in good faith with everyone. (But I'll likely still make some mistakes, because my intentions are good but I myself am not perfect.)

By and large, I feel I'm just really astronomically lucky to be here. I know the kind of cancer I had is very sneaky and could come back at any time. So how I spend my time left in this life matters to me. I want to be a source of good in the world, help other people, experience bliss and celebrate good things. I don't want to be selfish or destructive. If I start to go that way, I know good friends will gently call me back.

Like BTS, I want to connect with people and help build something worthy. So if you're on board with that, let's be friends. And if you're not, let's part amicably.

I just... figured I should probably say that... out loud. So that's that on that.