#I can fight in a crowd against the whole crowd... just for a small light

[secicrexe]

chaque dimanche je brûle des bougies rouges, encore !

je peux me battre dans une foule contre une foule entière, pour une petite lumière...

j'ai le sourire d'une sorcière, pas de rimes, je vous en supplie, j'ai souffert...

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Khalid EL Morabethi

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[calypso-rt]

01 | acts of service

| one | | two | | three | | four | | five |

and how Rafe shows it

-> Rafe x F!Reader

Rafe Notices Things

The morning air is crisp, the kind that makes you want to curl back into bed and forget responsibilities exist. But life doesn’t work that way, so here you are: half-asleep, wrapped in a hoodie, trudging toward your car with coffee in one hand and your bag slipping off your shoulder.

You slide into the driver’s seat with a sigh, reaching for your keys. The second you turn the ignition, your brain finally registers something is off.

The gas tank.

It’s full.

That’s impossible.

You distinctly remember last night: running late, exhausted, and fully intending to stop for gas but ultimately deciding, Eh, future me will deal with it. Well, future you is here, and somehow… the problem is already solved.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pull out your phone. You definitely didn’t fill up the tank. There’s only one person who could have.

You: You filled my gas tank?

The three dots pop up immediately.

Rafe: You run on fumes. Got tired of watching.

You roll your eyes, even as something warm unfurls in your chest.

You: You’re so dramatic. Rafe: You’re so irresponsible.

You bite your lip, suppressing a smile. Before you can reply, another text comes through.

Rafe: Check the glove compartment.

You do, confused, until your fingers brush against something small and familiar. Pulling it out, you find a pack of your favorite gum, a brand you only ever remember to buy after you’ve already run out.

Your heart does a weird little flip.

You: Are you stalking me? Rafe: If I was, I’d be charging you for all these services, sweetheart.

You huff, tucking the gum into your pocket.

You: Thanks, I guess.

You can feel his smirk through the phone.

You: Just don’t make this a habit, Cameron. Rafe: Too late.

You shake your head, start your car, and drive off. And even though you won’t say it, you spend the entire ride smiling.

Because maybe, you kind of like it.

...

Rafe the Protector

The festival is insane.

It had been fine at first: the air buzzing with energy, music thrumming through the ground, neon lights painting the night in a kaleidoscope of color. You’d been laughing, drink in hand, caught up in the electric joy of it all.

But then, somewhere between one act ending and another beginning, the crowd shifted.

People pushed in from all sides, bodies jostling, voices blending into an overwhelming roar. You lost track of where you were, of where anyone was. One second, Rafe had been right beside you, and the next...

He’s gone.

Your chest tightens.

You don’t panic easily. You don’t do helpless. But right now, all you can see is a sea of strangers, pressing in too close, blocking every path, and—

A hand wraps firmly around your wrist.

You flinch, but before the fear can fully hit, a voice cuts through the noise.

“Hey, hey—got you.”

Rafe.

The relief is instant, crashing over you like a wave. He’s there, standing solid and steady in front of you, his grip grounding, reassuring.

“I—” Your voice falters. You hadn’t realized just how hard your heart was pounding until now.

He doesn’t let go. Instead, he shifts closer, his other hand pressing lightly against your back, guiding you in. “You okay?” His voice is low, only meant for you.

You nod quickly, swallowing against the tightness in your throat. “Yeah, I just—”

“Got caught up.” He finishes for you, watching you closely. “I know.”

The crowd surges again, another rush of bodies pushing past. Instinctively, you grab onto him this time. Rafe doesn’t hesitate. His arm slides fully around you, pulling you in against him, a barrier between you and the chaos.

“We’re getting out of here,” he says, tone leaving no room for argument.

You let him lead.

He doesn’t shove or fight his way through, just moves with quiet confidence, navigating the crowd effortlessly. And the whole time, he doesn’t let go.

Not even when you’re finally in the clear, standing at the edge of the festival grounds where the air is easier to breathe.

Not even when you should let go, when the moment has passed.

Instead, he looks down at you, brows slightly furrowed. “You good now?”

You exhale, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks.”

His thumb brushes absently over the back of your hand before he finally, reluctantly, lets go.

“Don’t mention it,” he mutters, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he didn’t just anchor you when you needed it most.

You don’t mention it.

But later that night, long after the festival has ended, you’ll still remember the feeling of his hand in yours.

...

Rafe the Caretaker

It starts with a knock.

A sharp, insistent knock that makes you groan because moving right now feels impossible. You’re bundled under a mountain of blankets, head throbbing, nose stuffed, body aching in that feverish way that makes everything miserable.

You ignore it.

But then, the door opens anyway.

“Seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, but it’s all the protest you can manage as Rafe strides in, arms full of stuff.

“Did you think I wasn’t gonna show up?” He kicks the door shut behind him, setting his haul down on your nightstand.

You blink at the pile: medicine, soup from that overpriced deli he likes, some kind of fancy tea that looks like it belongs in a wellness spa. There’s even a bottle of Gatorade, your favorite flavor.

You sniffle. “How did you even know I was sick?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, tugging off his jacket. “You think I don’t notice when you don’t text me back?”

You had gone suspiciously radio silent, but still. “That doesn’t mean you had to—”

“Yes, it does,” he interrupts, giving you a pointed look. “Because you suck at taking care of yourself.”

You scowl. “I do not.”

“You do,” he counters easily, already unpacking the medicine. “And now, I’m in charge.”

You open your mouth to argue, but it’s useless. Rafe’s already grabbed the thermometer, tapping the end of it checking if it works.

“Open up.”

You glare. “I’m not a child.”

“You’re sick.” His expression is flat, but there’s something undeniably soft about it. Like even if he’s being bossy about it, he actually cares.

You grumble but let him take your temperature anyway.

When he sees the number, he mutters something under his breath—probably cursing you for not calling him sooner—before reaching for the cold medicine.

“You’re taking this.” He hands you the dose. “Then drinking all of that tea.”

You eye the steaming cup warily. “That looks disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, deal with it.” He shoves the cup into your hands, then grabs the extra blanket from the chair and drapes it over you.

You blink up at him. “Are you tucking me in right now?”

Rafe scoffs. “Shut up.” But he still pulls the blanket snug around your shoulders, knuckles grazing your cheek as he checks your forehead.

His hand is warm. Gentle. You lean into it without thinking.

Rafe stills for half a second, then just shakes his head, muttering, “Pathetic.” But his voice is softer than before.

He stays.

Puts on some terrible daytime TV. Grumbles about your taste in shows. Forces you to eat the soup even when you insist you’re not hungry.

And at some point, when you’re drifting in and out of sleep, you feel the weight of him settle beside you on the bed, his arm slung over the back of your pillows like he belongs there.

“You better not get sick,” you mumble, voice thick with exhaustion.

Rafe huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah.”

But he doesn’t move.

And when you wake up later, still feverish but a little less miserable, he’s still there, fast asleep, head tilted back against the headboard.

As if taking care of you was the most natural thing in the world.

...

When it Really Matters

It’s one of those days.

The kind where everything is too much. Where your brain feels like it’s short-circuiting from exhaustion, stress pressing into your ribs like a vice. You’re running on fumes, eyes stinging from holding back frustrated tears, and the idea of dealing with one more thing makes your stomach churn.

So you don’t text him.

You don’t call.

You just sit there, curled up in the dim light of your apartment, staring blankly at the pile of unfinished work on your desk, the notifications stacking up on your phone, the way your hands shake just a little from how tense you are.

Then there’s a knock.

A familiar one. Steady. Insistent.

You don’t answer, but the door opens anyway.

And there he is.

Rafe takes one look at you and his whole expression shifts. The teasing, the smug confidence, all of it softens into something quieter. Something only you get to see.

He doesn’t say anything.

He just sets a takeout bag on the table, tosses your phone onto the couch to silence the endless buzzing, and then crouches down in front of you.

“You ate today?”

You try to lie, but your silence gives you away.

Rafe exhales through his nose, shaking his head, but he doesn’t scold you. Doesn’t tease. He just grabs the takeout bag, pulls out the food, and sets it in front of you like it’s not up for debate.

“I’m not hungry,” you murmur.

Rafe doesn’t even blink. “Don’t care.”

Your lip wobbles. You hate that it wobbles.

His brows pinch together, and then he’s shifting forward, arms hooking under your knees and around your back before you can protest.

“Rafe—”

“Shh.” He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the couch and settling you in his lap, wrapping you up in his arms like it’s second nature. Like he’s done this before.

And you don’t even fight it.

You should. Should push him away, should pretend you don’t need this. Shouldn’t let yourself sink into him like he’s the only thing keeping you from unraveling.

But you do.

You fist your hands in his shirt, bury your face in the crook of his neck.

And he just holds you.

One hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. The other tucks into your hair, fingertips pressing into your scalp in a way that makes you melt.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, voice low and steady. “Just breathe, alright?”

You inhale. Shaky, uneven.

Rafe’s arms tighten.

And for the first time all day, you finally exhale.

...

Realizing this is Love

It sneaks up on you.

Not in some grand, sweeping declaration. Not in the way you’ve always imagined love would feel.

No.

It happens in the little things.

Like now.

You’re sitting on Rafe’s couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies, the sleeves swallowing your hands as you watch him move around the kitchen. He’s grumbling under his breath, muttering something about how you never stock anything useful in your fridge, rummaging through the cabinets like he owns the place.

It’s nothing new.

Rafe has a habit of doing things without being asked: grabbing your keys when you forget them, keeping a water bottle in his car because he knows you never bring one, making sure you actually eat even when you insist you’re fine.

And it’s so effortless. So casual.

But tonight, something about it hits differently.

Because this isn’t just him being overprotective. This isn’t just him being stubborn or bossy or playing some game.

This is just… him.

And it always has been.

The realization settles in your chest like a slow, warm ache.

Rafe comes back with a plate, nothing fancy, just toast with the exact amount of butter you like, because of course he knows that. He sets it on the coffee table and flops down next to you, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“Eat,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You don’t move. Just watch him.

He frowns. “What?”

You shake your head, lips pressing together, heart pounding at the weight of what’s suddenly sitting between you.

“Nothing,” you murmur.

His eyes narrow slightly. “You’re being weird.”

“You’re always weird,” you counter.

Rafe snorts, rolling his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something behind them, like maybe he feels it too. Like maybe he knows what you aren’t saying.

You could say it.

Could lean in, cup his face, tell him what you just realized.

But instead, you reach for the toast.

You take a bite.

Rafe watches you, something unreadable in his expression, but then he just shakes his head and looks away, like he knows this is something you’re not ready to say out loud yet.

And somehow, that just makes it even more real.

[harumasa-wifey]

➹Happy New Year»———>

✖Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers of chap 5(nothing major) Not proofread

Category: fluff

Note:i was inspired by the new official art and wrote this I was supposed to post it last night but I fell asleep while writing,Sorry for the wait.i cannot picture the accurate spot of this pic but I saw one in game I'll post a pic of it later for reference!

“Meet me behind the cafe in lumina square”

This was the last text you had received from him as you left Random play after meeting with the siblings to return the movie you had rented and wishing them a happy New year in advance.

It was New year's eve and thankfully to the deputy chief you all were out and about today. No fighting hollows , No overload paperwork and some extra which asaba adds to you sneakily because he is too lazy to do them.You love him a lot but you wish sometimes he would Stop adding his paperwork on your desk. It can be a great hassle to finish them in time.

Lumina square always makes every New Year a grand one and a beautiful one to look forward to. You made your way to the metro station hurriedly taking the last train of the hour to the lumina square after talking with Nicole and the others in the cunning hares. The metro was full of people like the elderly, the people with their family, the young highschool students and the couples.

The thought of how this year went passes through your mind. The whole incident with the vision cooperation and the chase in the hollow was stressful. Although it hasn't been completely disposed of, you all can rest easy for the holidays. It was thanks to all of the background support everyone made it safely in the end.

Your thoughts came to an end as the mic on the train announced its stop , you got off the train heading out the metro station into the bustling city of New Eridu. There were lights everywhere and it was more crowded than usual, but there was still one place left to visit before you went to meet him.

Meeting the person you love on new year's eve without a gift doesn't sound right to you so here you are.Standing outside the shop while having second thoughts on what to get him. You had made up your mind to feed him some delicious sweets that are being sold around this time of year even though he likes the bitterness now and is not bothered by it.Having something sweet every once a while would definitely not harm him.

As you look around and yellowish star keychain catches your eye with a little Clover inside. There was something that attracted you to it, so without thinking further you had made the purchase and had it warped in a box.

And your next stop was The cafe.

You had made your way over to the cafe with a little pubsec bangboo to help you cross the road. You re-read his message and made your way to the back of the cafe.

There he was standing while leaning against the palisade while holding a small wrapped box in his hand, his attention over to you as he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Well look who finally decided to grace me with their presence.Took you long enough”

He spoke with a gentle smile on his face as you rushed over to him.

“I am sorry! I was at the Sixth street when I got your message”

He chuckled at her worries about being late.

“Calm down baby, I was just teasing. No need to rush i just got in myself”

You could hear the crowd hushed as the first firework arched into the velvety night sky as he extended his hand holding the gift box his yellow eyes shining in the lights whispering in a soft tone.

“Happy new year”

Your instinct told you to go and hug him so that's what you did, wrapping your arms around his neck particularly throwing yourself over him not to worry he will always there to catch you.

“Happy new year asaba,may we be together in the next one too”

“Don't worry I'll live long” He said locking his lips with yours into a kiss.

[httpzsho]

ᯓ LOVESICK | 리키

PAIRINGS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ grumpy!riki x sunshine!reader

GENRE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ fluff, grumpy x sunshine

WARNINGS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ light swearing

SYNOPSIS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ convincing riki to be partners with you seemed to be light work, maybe because actually getting to be his friend takes up 99% of your energy.

🂱 part two of “beneath the ice” !

RIKI HAD HIS HEADPHONES ON, blasting clearly loud music that was seeping through. he leaned against his chair, sketching lightly on his pad. you tapped him gently on the shoulder— he looks up at you, the light in his eyes making you a bit flustered.

“sorry.. did I disturb you?” you say, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

he puts his head back down, resuming his agenda. but replies, “no, you're good.” you let go of the breath you didn't even know you were holding. “oh, thank god. anyway uhm.. where do you want to work on the project? a cafe or somewhere out is good, but I don't think we'd get to work on it properly with a crowd around us. and in my house or yours may give us a better privacy, and stuff.. but still! I'll be alright where you're more comfortable.”

he paused for a moment, probably debating in his mind. “yours,” he said. it's really a handful with him barely saying sentences. but atleast you can talk to him. you just hope he'll warm up more as time passes and you can actually get a good, working conversation.

“alright, I'll meet you by the gates after class.”

you stood outside the gate, scrolling through your phone while you waited for riki. soon enough, tiny drops of rain hit your head. it's raining. you quickly grab an umbrella and shield yourself, though you start to worry about riki, if he had an umbrella. since the umbrella you had could only fit one.

a little while later, he tapped your shoulder, revealing him with his hoodie, the hood up on his head. “do you not have an umbrella?” you asked, he shook his head. you just nodded and proceeded to lead him to your house, walking slowly as the rain poured slowly. you tried your best to shield both you & him, but his taller figure makes it hard for you.

he notices your struggle, and takes the umbrella without a word and holds it for the both of you. you look up at him, seeing him covering you with your umbrella, but due to it being just enough for one person, you see the rain still hitting him. causing one side of him to be damp and the other to be dry.

“hey, you're getting we—”

“I'm fine.”

his tone wasn't rude or anything, but you knew better than to fight it. luckily, your apartment wasn't that far.

you both arrived soon enough, and you pet semi (your cat) before finally settling in.

“uh, riki?” you glance at him, his figure sitting on the couch.

“I have some spare clothes from my brother. he doesn't live with me, don't worry. he just has some here incase he visits, go and borrow some so you don't have to stay in that wet uniform. you can return it to me the next day.” you said as you handed him your brother's clothes. he mumbled a quick thanks before changing in the bathroom.

you waited until he finished before you started the project, opening your textbooks & doing some research.

TWO HOURS LATER

it's currently 8:06pm. you looked at the clock then back to your work. you've done quite alot in terms of work, but if it means any progress on you and riki's 'friendship', then nothing was made. in the whole hours of working, only small talks like “pass me that,” or “are you done with that?”. you didn't want to pressure him nor force him, but it really was frustrating you how difficult this was.

“it's a bit late. we can finish this the next day or two, the rain stopped too. do you want to go home?”

he got up and nodded, “yeah. I'll get going. thanks, __.” you smiled, leading him out the door.

“text me when you get home.”

“okay.”

UNKNOWN CONTACT: it's me, riki. I'm home.

to your surprise, he actually texted you. you grinned.

CHEOL Y/N: oh, that's good!

[CHEOL Y/N SET NICKNAME TO 'RIKI']

[RIKI REACTED '♡' TO YOUR MESSAGE.]

you smiled, knowing you'll be going to school on the next day with a grin on your face. you tucked yourself to bed, anticipating tomorrow.

tomorrow came, you got yourself ready, getting in your school uniform and tying your hair. you walked to school, as you got there, you already started looking for a specific dark haired boy— riki.

you went to the class, confused to not see him in his seat. he's usually early, earlier than everyone. this was new. classes passed, and he still was nowhere to be found. you were starting to get worried.

your lectures ended, it was 5:05pm. you quickly texted riki.

CHEOL Y/N: riki? why were you absent?

RIKI: oh, sorry. I got sick because of the rain last night. I had a fever and a cold. sorry.

seeing this you instantly made your way to his house. grabbing your bags and heading your way.

the doorbell rang, riki wondered who it could be. to his surprise, he saw you—standing right infront of him as he opened his door.

“are you okay- was it my fault? 'm sorry! my umbrella was small, I'll repay you, I promise. I'll take care of yo—”

“how'd you get my adress?” you chuckled nervously, embarrassed. “.. well, i asked the professor. he has records of student's addresses in case of emergency. and I knew you wouldn't give it to me if I asked..” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“but anyway! how are you feeling?” you turned to him, he looked really tired. “I'm fine.”

you put the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature. “you're not, you feel hot. go back to bed I'll prepare your meds. I bought some on the way.” you exclaimed, shuffling through your bag.

“but—” before he could protest, you were already leading him up his bed.

after taking his meds, you put a damp lukewarm towel on his forehead to aid with the fever.

“just, relax. you won't get better if you don't get rest.”

you say as you sit at the chair near the bed, “I'll go home once you sleep. I need to make sure you actually listen.” you laugh.

“okay ma'am,” he joked, closing his eyes.

time passed and he started to make little snores. you observed his features, this was the first time you saw him this close.

you didn't realise how detailed and beautiful he actually was. your heart pumps a little faster.

you didn't realise you slowly started drifting to sleep, resting your head on the edge of the bed.

THE NEXT DAY

he stirs in his sleep as he woke up, surprised to see you sleeping on the edge of the bed with your body still on the chair. though, he figured you got tired after taking care of him. it confused him why you cared so much. others would've loved if he weren't present in the class anyway.

he glanced at you, noticing your half parted lips and your chest rising up and down. he would be lying if he said he didn't find it endearing.

he stayed still for a few minutes, just loving the comforting silence between the you & him world

© work of saoirsezz | sho

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

—————

You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

—————

This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

[fatalhoon]

and again. » ljn

genre | angst with fluffy ending, jeno x reader, college au

word count | 2.7k

summary | you hadn’t seen jeno since you had broken up, but a new year’s party brings you back together again, physically and emotionally

warnings | argument, small mention of past relationship issues and insecurity, light swearing, teeniest alcohol mention, flashback where jeno is a dick to reader, one female pet name (pretty girl) but i think its pretty gn aside from that

tonight marks roughly one year.

it’s been an entire twelve months since the big fight that had ultimately caused the downfall of one of the most fawned over relationships on campus. in one year, you’d surprisingly- impressively, even- managed to avoid talking to him or seeing him in person at all.

which really, was your biggest motive for desperately wanting to skip out on the party tonight. you knew jeno would be there, despite the numerous attempts by all of your friends of trying to convince you otherwise. but you knew that you couldn’t bail on everyone who hadn’t seen you since you arrived back from visiting home. not to mention, everyone was going to be there. it’s new years eve, and no one misses the new years party. so you just had to swallow your pride and attend.

the fact that it was the very same party that drove you apart the year prior, however, is another major reason you’d rather just stay home.

even as you sat in your best friend’s car, you weighed your options.

“do we really have to go?”

“are you really asking me that when we’re already half way there?” ningning asks, but its less of a question and more of a statement. “i can drop you off on the street if you really want me to,” she jabs.

you groan, your head falling against the headrest and your hands sliding down your face.

“who’s to say he’s even gonna be there anyway?” karina asks from the backseat.

“stop giving me hope, everyone is going to be there.” you sulk, crossing your arms and sinking down in the passenger seat.

“then what are the chances you'll even run into him? more people more distractions, right?” giselle consoles. she had a valid point, but even the slimmest chance made you want to rip your hair out.

ningning parallel parks her car on the side of the residential road, and the house party practically lights up the entire night sky. your girlfriends chatter excitedly as their heels clack on the sidewalk, all the while you’re hoping, praying that karina and giselle are right.

but as fate would have it, not even three footsteps in the door, you spot him. and unfortunately, your presence doesn’t go unnoticed either.

jeno is stood by the fireplace, deep in conversation, but sees you almost immediately upon your arrival, like the universe was on a timer, counting down to the exact second that your eyes would meet again, not a moment too soon or too late. his lips are parted like he stopped mid sentence, and you stand dumbfounded in the doorway, staring stupidly at him as people shove past you to enter.

renjun taps jeno’s shoulder from beside him, most likely trying to bring his attention back, but jeno’s eyes never leave yours, and you see him mouth your name in response to his confused friend, making your heart flip. renjun follows his eyes, adding to the unwanted attention that’s been placed on you. jeno then suddenly takes a few steps toward you, squeezing through the dense crowd, but before you think it through, you scurry off in the other direction.

“y/n, will you stop pouting about it already?”

you enter your apartment with jeno trailing behind you, your mood extremely sour as you open the door and let it slam against the wall.

“i’m not pouting, jeno. i’m upset, do you not get that?”

“you’re so dramatic,” jeno scoffs. he kicks off his shoes and drops his jacket over the back of your couch, so nonchalant about the whole situation that it makes you even angrier.

“she was all over you!” you cry out in desperation. you’ve repeated this what seemed like a hundred times already, but no matter what you said jeno wouldn’t even attempt to understand.

or maybe, he just didn't care.

“you couldn't even bother to just tell her to stop!”

jeno rolls his eyes. “i told you, y/n, i did tell her to stop. she wouldn’t listen.”

“then that's when you walk away, jeno. push her off of you, ignore her, anything! actions speak louder than words.” your arms flail wildly as you speak. “why do i even have to explain something like this to you? i’ve told you about what’s happened to me before and-“

he’s not even looking at you.

“are you listening?! do you even give a shit about how i feel right now?”

“not when you’re acting like this, y/n.” he drones, tapping away at his phone screen. “maybe if you’d just calm down and acted a little less crazy i’d be more inclined.”

all you feel is red. red from the sting of tears muddling your line of vision. red from the prick of your nails digging into your palms as they grip into fists at your sides. red for the old wound he’s just slashed open.

your voice is low and calm when you speak again.

“get the fuck out of here, jeno.”

only then does he decide to look at you.

“babe-” the smallest hint of guilt crosses his eyes, but he’s burned the bridge already. he reaches a hand out toward you, but you step back as if he’s venomous.

“get out!” you screech, not even caring that it rattles the walls. jeno flinches back. with a huff, he grabs his things and stomps out the door, slamming it behind him.

against all odds, everywhere you look, he’s there.

you see him when you’re seated by the tv watching a tipsy group of freshman struggle to get through a round of a dancing game; he’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, laughing when they stumble.

and again, when you’re outside soaking in the fresh air; he’s got the attention of everyone lounging in the hot tub, telling them stories behind the constellations visible from the deck.

and again, when you’re reaching into the fridge for another drink; he’s pouring shots for swooning girls at the kitchen island.

always suspiciously close, yet just far enough away.

you initially thought it to be just an unfortunate coincidence, but the house was much too big and had too many other places to be. he’s attracting way too much attention to himself in such ways that it’s impossible for him not to be pining for yours in particular.

enough is enough. you decide that if jeno wants a show, you’ll give him a show.

the basement is the one place left in the house where you hadn’t seen him. its a cozy little space, with sports banners and posters of swimsuit clad models cluttering the walls, and along with the pair of couches there's a large pool table. you watch as your friend jaemin stands beside it, twirling his pool cue in his hands, laughing at something haechan had said. you swirl the liquid around in your red solo cup, an idea brewing in your mind.

right on time, you see jeno descend the staircase. you stand, walking over to jaemin.

“help me with something,” you whisper into his ear. he gives you a curious look, but when your eyes flick over to jeno, jaemin understands immediately and gives you a subtle nod.

it’s no secret to you- or to anyone, really- that jeno is watching you. you can feel his eyes on you, burning your skin as you grab the cue from jaemin’s hand and lean over the bright green table to shoot a striped ball into a pocket. jaemin gives you a charming smile, complimenting your technique. his bubblegum hair reminds you of the color jeno’s was before the breakup. it’s never bothered you before, but your heart involuntarily twists at the thought.

you hum, rounding the table to stand right beside your pink haired friend, scanning for the right ball to shoot in next. you lift your cue to point at the number ten ball, turning to jaemin, tilting your head.

“i don’t think i can get this one on my own, do you mind helping me out?” you ask smoothly, dragging your fingers up his arm. your friend picks up quickly, smirking down at your innocently pouty expression.

“sure thing, pretty,” jaemin hums with faux flirtation. he does a flawless job of dragging his hands along all of the parts your body that were jeno’s favorites, and you can almost feel his stare burn hotter. you not-so-subtly bite down a grin as jaemin leans over you, breathing heavily down your neck as he guides the cue through your arms, shooting the ball directly into a pocket.

after watching from the corner for a while, jeno begins to make his way towards you, telling you that he’s had enough of staying arms length away.

“you’re not subtle,” jeno says bluntly. its directed at you, but he’s glaring at jaemin.

you scowl, casually chalking up the tip of the cue you hold. “a bit narcissistic to think this is about you, don’t you think?” you hadn't expected those to be the first words you’d spoken to him in a year.

“do you mind?” jaemin interjects, his hand resting on your hip. “we’re in the middle of something.”

the tension in the room rises.

“well, whenever you’re finished,” jeno spits through his teeth. he shifts his eyes down toward you then, his gaze just a little bit softer. “i’d be really grateful if you’d meet me outside. i wanna talk to you, if you’ll let me.” and with that he’s gone.

after serious contemplation, you do decide meet him outside, despite a very sensible voice in your head telling you not to. as soon as you slide open the glass door and step out onto the grass, he’s leaning against the side of the house, closer to you than he’s been all night- all year. this close up view of him makes your heart flutter more than you’d ever be willing to admit in the moment. his hair is a shade of brown you’ve never seen on him, but his eyes glimmer just the same as they always have when he looks at you.

“long time no see, baby,” he greets you, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a small somber looking smile.

“that’s not my name.”

“it used to be,” he replies. you roll your eyes.

“what do you want, jeno?” it’s harder to say his name out loud than you thought it would be.

“i know you’ve been thinking about it, too,” he says softly, a very sharp contrast from the vibe he’s been presenting to other partygoers the entire night. the bass thumping upstairs is synched with your heartbeat. you still can’t bring yourself to look directly at him. “there’s no other reason you’d pull a stunt like that. jaemin is handsome, sure, but he’s not your type.” you fold your arms, slumping a bit. you hate that he’s right; that you haven’t changed enough during the time that’s passed and he can still read you like an open book.

“doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

jeno swallows, his head bowing forward to fix his eyes on his feet.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry.”

you turn to look at him then, your brows raised. “isn’t it a little late for that?”

“you blocked my number,” he says; you’d almost forgotten you had, in fact, blocked him on just about everything. “i couldn’t get a hold of you in person, either.

but i didn’t know what to say even if i could. there’s no excuse for what i said to you, and an ‘i’m sorry’ doesnt cut it.”

the look jeno is giving you is so genuine that its hard to breathe. all of a sudden your facade begins to crumble. “i can’t- i’m not doing this, not right now,” you tell him dolefully, turning around to slip back into the house, but he catches your elbow; his grip is soft, unthreatening, unmalicious.

“please, please just listen to me, i’m begging you.” when you turn around he’s on his knees, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face and your hand is clasped between both of his own. you despise how he looks so beautiful in the dim moonlight.

“jeno.” you blink your tears away. “don’t beg for me, please.”

he tugs lightly on your wrist, and reluctantly you sink down to kneel in front of him on the grass.

“i haven’t had a full night’s sleep in a year. every time i dream, its about you. believe me y/n i've tried so hard to let it go but the things i said to you still haunt me.”

his eyes flicker across yours, glistening with tears of his own, searching for something he can grab onto. the floodgates holding your emotions in begin to crack at a rate that’s too quick for you to keep up with. “you, you knew how i felt, about things like that,” your voice stutters, your lip quivers. “you knew, and, and you still-“ you choke on a sob.

“i know. y/n i’m so sorry,” he gingerly lifts a hand to your face, pausing for a moment, but when you don’t lean away or swat at him, his thumb brushes your cheek to wipe a tear away that’s just fallen from your lashes, tenderly tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “thinking about how i made you feel that night makes me so disgusted with myself. i never ever wanted to hurt you, but the fact is that i did and i can’t forgive myself for that.”

a moment of quiet passes between you. you wipe at your face with the sleeve of your sweater over and over but your tears don’t stop and the runaway drops fall onto your bare knees.

“do you remember when we won king and queen of prom court in high school?”

his sudden question puzzles you. you look up at him, and you see the real jeno. your jeno, soft and simple and so full of love.

“we went out for ice cream after the dance. it was the first night i told you i loved you.

and again, when we went to your sister's wedding together. you accidentally spilled red wine on my favorite white dress shirt. you were trying so hard not to cry, but i told you it didn’t matter, because i loved you.

and again, when we took your little brother and his friends out to that laser tag place for his birthday. we played one on one, and when you asked me why i let you win, i told you it was because i loved you.

and again, when you broke your wrist falling off the old tire swing in your front yard. you asked me why i came over every night to feed you dinner, even though you didn’t need the help, and i told you it’s because i loved you.”

“what are you doing?” you cut him off before he can continue any further, your voice small and trembling.

“i’m telling you that i still love you.”

he scoots forward on the ground, his body now so close to yours that you can feel his warmth. “i know i don’t deserve it, but all i’m asking for is another chance to love you right, the way you deserve to be loved.” his fingers cling tightly to your hand he still holds as he speaks.

“i don't know where you stand, so you’ve got all the power in your hands right now. stay here with me, and i’ll know we’re on the same page. turn around, and i’ll leave you alone, and you won’t see me again. it’s your choice, and i won’t judge you either way. your word is the final word.”

you feel heavy. his sweet words and the smell of his familiar cologne are intoxicating, but you do know you have the ability to get up and walk away right now if you want to.

but… do you want to?

the painful racing of your heart reminds you that no matter what, no matter how long you’ve been apart, you love jeno. you always have you and always will.

you raise a hesitant arm, placing your shaking hand lightly on his shoulder, and he draws in a breath. your fingers dance upward, contemplating, lips parted slightly with hazy breaths. cupping his jaw, you lean upward, brushing your lips against his in the lightest kiss, testing the waters.

you ignite. suddenly you’re full of such a serene feeling of home, a feeling you hadn’t realized had been absent from your life from the second you pushed him out of it. all the memories you’d tried so hard to keep at bay come rushing back with the image of a soft and smiley jeno; one who’s never had anything but love for you. jeno sees your eyes light up, and he smiles dreamily at you. in an instant, you’ve never been more sure of anything.

you press yourself up against him, pulling him down into your lips, and he wraps you up in his arms. even though the house is filled with the sounds and heat of other people, it’s only you and jeno in the entire world. you pull away when you can’t control your cries anymore, burying your face in his neck instead.

“i’m sorry,” your voice wobbles as you let out the words, but jeno sweetly hushes you, rocking you back and forth in time with the rhythm of the muffled music.

“no apologies from you, pretty girl. none of this is your fault.” you feel the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, resting his chin on top of your head.

“i love you,” he reassures you. and he does again, and again, and again.

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 35. concert (half-written)

a/n: alt title: y/n having her y/n moment

you watch as everyone is admitted one by one from behind the door, peeking out so you don't cause too much ruckus. some find seats while others trade their ticket in for a beverage, and others chat amongst one another.

the beat against your chest gets more drastic as soon as the last pair are inside. you watch the two head to the upstairs seating before going back behind the door and taking a deep breath.

after a few minutes the chatter starts to settle down. everyone is comfy with their beverages and situated, which means it's time for the performance to start.

a staff member gets on stage and checks the microphone, then the guitar before she speaks toward the crowd, capturing their attention.

"hello everyone! good evening. the show will start soon, thank you for your compliance! enjoy!"

a wave of cheers and applaud roars throughout the cafe, overwhelming you just a bit. you still can't believe it, there's a whole crowd for you out there.

the staff member, jia, comes backstage and gives you a comforting smile. you've gotten to know her briefly and she's the sweetest person you know. she's supportive of your work and had been understanding as she helped you adjust and get to know the label, as well as their building.

"everything is ready." jia says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "are you?"

"y-yeah." you mumble. she pulls you in suddenly for a hug, rubbing your back softly.

"they'll love you, promise. fighting!" she cheers, putting a fist up.

you chuckle. "fighting!"

she pats you on the back once more before pushing you out there. you take a deep breath before stepping out, the murmuring simmering down and erupting into cheers. you smile as the lights around dim everywhere except the ones above you, emphasizing your moment.

you grab your electric guitar, putting the strap over so it can sit on your neck before you step closer to the microphone. you tap once, then twice, and finally a third time before speaking into it.

"hello?" you say quizically, unsure if you're unlucky enough to start your first show off with a mic that decides to cut off when it's your time to shine. "ah, it's working. hi everyone!"

there's another set of cheers, much louder than before, you might add.

"wow, oh my gosh, haha, you guys are so full of energy this is so cool." your nerves ease slightly and a giggle escapes when you hear someone calling you cute. "right. wow, this is so crazy—me being up here and all. thank you so much for being here. I'm beyond grateful for your support, and... honestly, I almost cried backstage before coming out here." that earns a ripple of laughter and a few heartfelt "awww's" from the audience.

someone shouts, "we love you!" and you can't help but laugh, the warmth of their support beginning to melt your anxiety.

"right. i'm starting off with my first song: i don’t wanna be okay without you. it originally was a small project that i uploaded on youtube after a very... eventful night." you start, strumming the first chords of the song. "i was so emotional so i sat down, sang, uploaded it, and fell asleep to push away what i felt. i woke up to a ton of notifications and my life changed significantly after that. this song will always be one of my favorites. okay, I'll stop talking now." you joke.

you strum again, the chords echoing through the room. you close your eyes for a moment, letting the familiarity of the song center you before you start singing. your voice is soft but steady, and as the melody builds, so does your confidence. people are swaying in their chairs, some mouthing the words. a group near the table holds up their phones to record, their faces flowing with excitement.

when the final note fades, the applause is immediate and enthusiastic. you're met with a wave of relief and pride that almost knocks you over. "thank you," you say into the mic, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much. "wow, okay. this all just got really real. wow, thank you so much."

the crowd "awww's" at your words and really just you in general, making you giggle. and then you take a moment to sip some water, glancing around the room, soaking in the faces turned toward you.

"this next song is called letter—" you're interrupted briefly by cheers and claps. you smile widely before continuing, "I also wrote this after going through, well, a lot. but this was a little later down the line." you admit nervously, fiddling with the mic stand. "it's kind of surreal to be here now. I've already said this, but things have flipped so much then. everything in my life has just been great and I'm just beyond grateful." you pause, feeling a teasing grin spread across your face. "these first two songs—and not the last—are kind of inspired by someone who, uh, did me dirty. that's all I can say. as much as I hate them, I'm not that petty.”

the crowd bursts into laughter and a few cheers. "spill!" someone shouts, making you laugh even harder.

"i don't know," you reply cheekily, "i think the songs say a good amount of it all."

letter has a slower, more brooding start, and as you sing, the room quiets down to let your voice take over. the raw emotion of the song seems to resonate with the crowd, and for a moment, it feels like it's just you, your guitar, and the song.

as the song ends, you're met with another round of applause, louder this time, and a few whistles that make your face flush. "thank you so much," you say, your voice more confident now. "okay, now that I've gotten through those two, let's have some fun."

the next part of your set transitions into covers, and the energy in the room shifts. "alright," you say with a grin, "I had some songs I wanted to cover, so I hope you all will enjoy. I've covered some of these before and a lot of people seemed to like it."

the room comes alive with the first notes, immediately catching on to the melody. best part by daniel caesar is recognizable two notes in, so the cheers and expressions of surprise that follow make you giggle.

people start singing along softly and it suddenly feels less like a concert in the best way possible. you, your fans, and the thing you love most: music. the harmony fills the cafe and so do flashlights on phones that sway from side to side. it really feels like you're sharing the moment with everyone and not just performing.

you keep the energy mellow with i fall in love too easily by chet baker, letting the soft jazz tones melt into the warm air. then, you pick up the pace slightly with easy by mac ayres and isn’t she lovely by stevie wonder. the audience sways to the rhythm, some people tapping their feet against the floor. every now and then, you catch someone's eye in the crowd and share a quick smile, feeling the connection deepen.

the cafe feels like a living room with how relaxed and carefree everyone is. it's like all the worries from outside have been left at the door and you're all just basking in the music. you laugh as the crowd sings along to the chorus’s, their voices blending with yours in a way that feels effortless and beautiful.

between songs, you chat casually with the audience. "you all sound amazing, by the way." you say, and the room bursts into cheers again. "seriously, I mean, maybe I should get off stage and let one of you sub in, that alright?" you ask, earning a wave of laughs.

it's comforting and refreshing to see how much fun everyone is having, and it fuels your energy as you get ready to finish the last cover you planned out. you take another sip of water and glance at the clock on the back wall, not ready for the night to end just yet.

"right, okay. i had two songs planned, which are both originals. I've posted one on youtube, but the other has been hiding in my notes app and voice memos for maybe a month now." you say, strumming a chord. "we'll start off with evergreen." and as soon as you say it there's a few cheers. you grin, strumming the next chord. "this is also heavily inspired by the same person I mentioned earlier. don't let someone make you feel worthless, not when you're worth so much." you add, earning a few chuckles and sympathetic looks from the crowd.

you pause, letting the melody settle over the room before you start singing. the reaction is instant—murmurs of recognition ripple through the audience, and a few people shout out excitedly.

your voice is steady, but there's a rawness in it that makes the words hit differently in this live setting as if the crowd knows the reason for making this song.

the song flows without effort, but as you reach the chorus, a wave of emotion washes over you. this isn't just a song anymore; it's a shared moment, one that feels like you're peeling back layers of yourself for everyone to see. the crowd sways, a few people even holding up their phones to capture the performance. by the time you finish, the applause is deafening, and you can't help but grin bashfully under all the attention.

"thank you," you say, voice wavering just a bit. "that song means a lot to me, so hearing you all react like that... it's everything." you take a deep breath, fingers brushing nervously over the strings of your guitar. "now, this next one... I've never played it live before. it's called clementine, and, uh, I guess you could say it's still learning how to walk, haha. it's also a piece of my heart, and I want you all to hear it first before it gets released... well, who knows when. "

the room falls into a heavy silence as you start to strum—it almost feels sacred. you start softly, the notes delicate and deliberate, and your voice follows, carrying the weight of the lyrics. as the song is sung, you can feel the emotion in the room shifting—some people are wiping at their eyes while others are just watching you with complete captivating spread on their features.

by the time you reach the final verse, your own voice falters slightly, thick with emotion. you close your eyes, letting the last few notes linger in the air before they fade into the quiet. for a moment, the room stays still, as if everyone is holding their breath, and then the applause erupts. it's not just loud—it's heartfelt, full of appreciation and love that makes your chest tighten.

you set your guitar down carefully, bringing the mic closer. "wow," you breathe out, breath shaky as tears prick at your eyes. "I don't want this to end. this night has been... it's been everything I hoped for and more." you pause, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "but I promise this is just the beginning, thanks to my label wavy. there will be a next time, and it's going to be even better and bigger."

the crowd cheers, and you can't stop yourself from laughing softly. "oh, and one last thing before I go," you add, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "I'm working on something special! a debut album! a few songs including the two I have just performed."

the reaction is instant—a wave of excited chatter and applause that makes you smile wider, your heart full and light.

" i wasn't gonna say anything but... well, you've seen my twitter. i can't keep secrets, can I?" even through the overwhelming emotion, everyone laughs including you. "thank you so, so much," you say, waving eagerly as the lights dim. "you've made tonight unforgettable. I'll see you all soon!"

as you exit, the applause follows you, the sound echoing in your ears like a promise. you can't stop smiling even as you step backstage, letting the emotions of the night finally catch up to you. this moment, you know, is one you'll carry on for the rest of your life.

—

as you pack your guitar and change into something comfier—a hoodie and sweatpants—jia knocks on the door. you fix your hair before yelling, "come in!"

the door opens and she steps inside, watching you set your guitar case on the table.

"did you need something? i'm almost ready, I just needed to fix myself up." you say to her.

she shakes her head, smiling almost mischievously. "it's alright, I'll help you with your things. there's a surprise out in the cafe, along with a beverage that the owner made. you might want to check it out."

"aw, the owner didn't have to. oh, and what surprise?"

"you'll see." jia says, tugging at your arm and pushing you out. "you've got your personal items and everything, we'll take care of the rest. have a good night y/n."

"thanks?" you chuckle, stepping out.

you head out and see a few employees wiping the tables down. thankfully, your fans weren't messy at all. they cleaned up after themselves and threw their cups away without asking. you really are lucky.

there's a hot chocolate waiting by the barista area with a beautiful heart design. you take a picture before reading the note beside it:

"congratulations! we are honored to have you here as our musical guest. we hope to have you here again soon :)

—gomdori cafe <3"

you smile at the little note, folding it neatly and placing it in your pocket before you feel a tap on your shoulder. when you turn around, your eyes widen immediately.

yunjin and hanni are standing there with big smiles gracing their faces, amusement flooding their features as your reaction deepens.

"nice performance!" yunjin beams before you tackle her into a hug, nearly cutting off her air supply.

"what the fuck are you doing here? i thought you were busy?" you say into her neck.

"even if i were, i'd drop anything to watch my best friends first concert. that was wonderful." yunjin mumbles, tightening her embrace.

"you're insane." you scoff, pulling away and pushing her shoulder teasingly. “is this what you were fucking posting about? oh my god, i should’ve known.”

then, you turn to hanni. just seeing her makes your heart swell. she's grinning still from the interaction between yunjin, then widening her eyes as you pull her in for a hug as well. it's sudden but just right.

hanni is a little smaller, so you kind of engulf her in your arms. but you're warm, smell good, and really cute, so she hugs you back with the same force. yunjin watches you two with a smirk, noticing the undertones of the moment.

"surprise." she says sweetly.

"i can't believe you came too." you shift your weight on both feet as you hug her. "thank you."

hanni pulls away and smiles, looking into your eyes and making you blush.

"i wouldn't miss this, i'm your biggest fan." she jokes.

yunjin laughs, shaking her head. "this was hanni's idea, actually."

"really?" you ask.

"yup. she texted me when you made the announcement. we both wanted to surprise you."

you sigh, shaking your head. "you guys are terrible. were you here the whole time?"

hanni nods. "mhm. heard all of your awkward reactions too."

"oh shut up." you groan.

"it was cute though." hanni says quieter than before, rolling her eyes at you. “and you did great, so don’t worry.”

yunjin catches the spark between you immediately, raising her brows at the sight but not commenting.

the three of you then head out, yunjin and hanni congratulate and compliment you (though not without teasing), and you are left the happiest you've ever been. this was definitely a night to remember: you, your fans, the music, and two of the people you care about.

a/n (2): a bit iffy about how this was written + the pacing but I hope u guys liked it, let me know...!

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[fyodere]

actor!dazai au + hate fucking

I hope nobody catch us (but I kinda hope they catch us)

“she wanna go viral . . ?

keep fucking for hours

that pussy got power ”

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﹙ 🔪 ﹚── synopsis : Fighting for a spot on the entertainment industry was rough, but co-staring another film with Dazai was rougher.

Now you’re at the after party, all the paparazzi and interviewers are gone. You can finally relax now. At least, that was what you thought.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” Dazai whispered to you and quickly vanished, you were used to his superstar behavior, but it still annoys you.

You always fight on set and hate each other. What’s up with him now?

﹙ 🧥 ﹚── author's note : OKAY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS i absolutely loved writing the whole rivals with benefits thing. it’s just too hot. i hope y’all enjoy it <3 my requests are always open so don’t be shy!

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Fighting for a spot on the entertainment industry was rough, but co-staring another film with Osamu Dazai was rougher. For years, you had clawed your way through auditions, rejections, and fleeting moments of success, all in pursuit of that elusive breakthrough role. And just when you thought you had finally made it, fate threw you yet another curveball: co-starring in another film with the enigmatic and notoriously difficult Dazai Osamu.

The after-party buzzed with energy as celebrities mingled, champagne flowed, and laughter filled the air. For you, it was both a relief and a moment of triumph. Landing a role alongside the enigmatic Osamu was a career milestone, but it came with its own set of challenges.

As you sipped your drink, a familiar voice cut through the chatter. It was Dazai, his dark eyes glinting mischievously as he beckoned you with a subtle gesture. You rolled your eyes, accustomed to his dramatic antics. Despite their on-screen chemistry, behind the scenes, you both clashed like oil and water.

Reluctantly, you slipped away from the crowd, your curiosity piqued by Dazai's clandestine summons.

The tension between you and Dazai was palpable from day one of filming. Both of you were fiercely talented and fiercely competitive, each vying for the spotlight in every scene. The set became a battleground of egos, with sparks flying whenever your characters shared the screen.

Now, amidst the glitz and glamour of the after-party, with the paparazzi and interviewers finally gone, you hoped for a moment of respite. But as you leaned against the bar, nursing a cocktail and trying to unwind.

As the night wore on, you found yourself swept up in Dazai's whirlwind scheme, the lines between enemy and ally blurring in the face of ambition. And as you stood on the precipice of this daring venture, you realized that sometimes, the greatest battles were fought not on the silver screen, but behind the scenes, in the shadows where dreams and egos collided.

Dazai was a star since childhood. After starring in a movie at the age of 5, his career was an unstoppable ascent with no contenders. Every role, every appearance, no matter how small, made the project take off. Having Osamu in a project was synonymous with success.

At least, it was until he turned 15.

At 15, Dazai found himself on a thin line brought about by the consequences of fame. Surrounded by a world of drinks and nighttime dangers, Dazai felt embraced by the dark side of fame.

At 18, Osamu stepped away from his acting career. He needed a break from the spotlight and to clean himself from all the vices he had started in his adolescence. The media portrayed him as a comet in eruption disguised as a shooting star—if the media didn't want Dazai Osamu, then it wouldn't have him. Dazai distanced himself from screens and public scrutiny.

Now, at 22, Osamu was preparing for his comeback to the prestigious world of cinema, and when the cast was announced, people were stunned. Dazai's return after 4 years away from the stage. The return was so sudden that the media had no choice but to remind the public of Dazai's difficult phase.

His return was in a minor role in a drama film, the same film where you were one of the stars. You're a model represented by Fyodor Dostoevsky who landed this role by chance. It was a simple equation: good agents, beauty, charisma, and connections. There was no way your career could go wrong.

Despite the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, the atmosphere on set was anything but glamorous. From the moment filming began, it was clear that the animosity between you and Dazai was more than just a clash of egos—it was a full-blown feud.

Every interaction was laced with tension, each scene a battle for dominance. Behind the camera, snide remarks and passive-aggressive jabs were exchanged with alarming frequency, as you and Dazai vied for control of the spotlight.

But as the days turned into weeks, a begrudging respect began to simmer beneath the surface. Despite your mutual disdain, there was no denying the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you on screen. And as much as you hated to admit it, Dazai's talent was matched only by your own.

Yet, even as you grudgingly acknowledged each other's skill, the bitterness between you remained palpable. Every success felt like a personal affront, every compliment a thinly veiled insult. And as the pressure mounted, so too did the intensity of your rivalry.

But amidst the chaos and conflict, a glimmer of opportunity emerged. As filming progressed, it became increasingly clear that the success of the project hinged on your ability to set aside your differences and work together towards a common goal.

And so, begrudgingly, you and Dazai began to cooperate—not out of friendship or camaraderie, but out of sheer necessity. As the stakes grew higher and the deadline loomed closer, you found yourselves reluctantly setting aside your differences in pursuit of a greater good.

But, returning to the premiere of the film you were starring in: the after party was perfect. Only the most renowned people, the most coveted celebrities, all of it without any paparazzi or interviewer to disrupt the moment. That was the perfect opportunity to establish connections with the big names in the media. But, honestly, at that moment, all you wanted was to enjoy good drinks and soak in the energy of the place, having a well-deserved rest.

Navigating the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry had always been a challenge, but nothing could have prepared you for the tumultuous journey that came with co-starring in another film alongside the enigmatic Dazai. The tension between you two was palpable, a constant undercurrent of rivalry and animosity that colored every interaction.

Now, amidst the glittering lights and pulsating energy of the after party, with the paparazzi and interviewers finally gone, you hoped for a moment of respite. A chance to unwind and revel in the success of the film, to bask in the glow of your hard-earned achievements. But fate had other plans.

As you sipped your drink, a familiar voice sliced through the air, pulling you from your reverie. It was Dazai, his words laden with urgency and mystery. "Meet me in the bathroom," he murmured, before disappearing into the crowd. His abrupt departure left you both bewildered and irritated, a perfect encapsulation of your tumultuous relationship.

You and Dazai had always clashed on set, your fiery personalities and fierce ambition fueling a rivalry that bordered on hatred. Every scene was a battleground, every interaction a test of wills. And yet, beneath the surface animosity, there was a begrudging respect—a recognition of each other's talent and determination.

But as you made your way to the designated meeting spot, the backstage area cloaked in shadows and secrecy, you couldn't help but wonder what game Dazai was playing now. What could he possibly want from you?

As you rounded the corner, you found Dazai waiting for you, his expression inscrutable. The air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you like a veil. And in that moment, you realized that whatever lay ahead, it would be anything but predictable.

You walked to the bathroom concerned. What the hell Dazai would want with you? You hate to admit it, but you’re kind of curious.

“Oh, well.” You said looking at the tall man with brown hair and mysterious eyes. “The demon prodigy want to talk to me. What an honor. Should I thank God for this?” You said with the voice dripping sarcasm as you roll your eyes.

The bathroom was empty and quiet. The place reeked of cigarette smell. Dazai was waiting there with a slight smile on his face. As soon as he saw you, he quickly put out his cigarette and threw the bud to the dumpster.

“Why so nervous?” His tone was taunting. He was leaning against the wall while talking to you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You retort. “I’m trying to enjoy this after party but, damn, you really want to ruin everything.”

“Ruining it… or making it more interesting?” Dazai crossed his arms and smirked. His tone was still annoying. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Like always.” Dazai muttered. You could see he was trying to make you angry.

“I wanted to talk with you in private. Since we’re having another film together. I want to propose something to you, since our reputation is on the line…” He said slowly.

“Our reputation?” You said laughter than you planned. “Oh, please. You’re the one who couldn’t resist to alcohol at 15. You’re the one who fucked up your image to the midia. Don’t put me into your twisted games.”

“Just listen before you go all ‘I hate you!’ On me, I get enough of that from the paparazzi.” Dazai said with a fake laugh.

Dazai stayed silent for a few seconds.

“You know how the rumor mill always says we are both in a relationship?” He sighed. “That’s not a problem to me. In fact, I believe it’s even better for us. I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend and feed the media with the idea that we are dating—“ You abruptly cut him off.

“Oh, don’t even come with this. I get enough bad ideas from my agent. I don’t need even more.”

Dazai's smirk widened at your reaction, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your hesitation, but think about it," he urged, his voice taking on a persuasive tone. "This could be mutually beneficial for both of us. Imagine the headlines, the buzz surrounding our 'relationship.' It would catapult us into the spotlight like never before."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "And what about the fallout when the truth inevitably comes out?" you countered, your tone dripping with skepticism. "We'd be crucified by the media, branded as frauds and manipulators. Is that really the kind of attention you want?"

Dazai's expression softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "I know it's risky," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But think about what we could achieve together. With our combined talent and charisma, we could dominate the industry. This could be our ticket to the top."

You hesitated, torn between your reservations and the tantalizing prospect of fame and success. The allure of the spotlight was undeniable, but at what cost? Could you really trust Dazai to have your best interests at heart, or was this just another one of his manipulative schemes?

As you weighed your options, the air between you crackled with tension, the silence stretching taut with unspoken possibilities. And in that moment, you knew that whatever decision you made would irrevocably alter the course of your career—and perhaps your life.

For a moment, you considered leaving, quitting the project before it even began, but the thought of walking away from such a high-profile opportunity filled you with dread. Instead, you looked back at Dazai, your expression unreadable. "I guess I have no choice," you said ironically. "If you insist on being such a jerk, I'll play your game. But remember, you're the one who's going to end up regretting this. Just wait until I show my true colors, and the world sees what a fucking asshole you really are."

With those words, You turned your back on Dazai, ignoring his derisive snort as you walked out of the room. You could feel his eyes burning into your back, and for a moment, you wondered if you had made the right decision. But then you reminded herself that you didn't need to like him; you only needed to tolerate him. After all, there was no way you could afford to lose your job over their petty feud.

Osamu couldn't help but smirk as he watched you storm off, your back rigid with anger and defiance. He had never cared about your opinion, but he still found himself curious about your reaction to his antics. There was something about your fierce determination and independence that intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you ever decided to fight back against him.

Without thinking, Dazai grabbed you by the arm. “Hey, I’m still talking to you, belladonna.” He smirked. “Don’t think you could run away from me so easily.”

“Huh? Get lost!” You said firmly. “Don’t you dare touch me.” You gnashed your teeth while stepping closer to him, stepping on his foot.

Dazai’s grin widened as he felt your foot press down on his foot. It was clear that you were furious, and he reveled in the knowledge that he had managed to rile you up so quickly.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You know you love it when I tease you like this," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's part of my charm." His smile turned mischievous. "Besides, I think I deserve some credit for getting you to stay after all."

“Oh, don’t be so cheeky.” You said while rolling your eyes. He was still holding your arm, like he didn’t want to let you go.

"I am being cheeky, hmm?" Osamu retorted, his voice low and dangerous. "And you know it. Don't play innocent, sweetheart. We both know you secretly enjoy the attention I give you."

"I do not!" You spat, glaring at him. "You are such a jerk."

"Is that so?" Dazai asked, his tone still light and carefree "I am?" Osamu arched an eyebrow. "You really believe that, don't you?" He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You know you want me to keep doing it, right?"

"Shut up! I hate you, demon prodigy. You know how much I dislike you?” You said stepping on his foot even more heavily. Putting your face close to his.

Osamu laughed, the sound harsh and unpleasant. "So, you say you hate me?" He took a step closer, pressing his body against yours. "Well, I hate you too, sweetheart. But we can't seem to get rid of each other, can we?"

He moved his hand up to cup your face, turning your head so their gazes locked. "But that doesn't mean I can't make your life miserable, does it?" Your faces were to close, a single word could make your lips touch.

The air between you seemed to crackle with tension as Dazai looked into your eyes. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, tracing its outline. "If you don't want me to keep bothering you, then you should tell me to stop. If you do, I'll back off and leave you alone."

“Just shut up.” You said and finally pressed your lips against his.

Your tongues tangled together, Dazai's fingers digging into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. He was rough, demanding, and yet there was something undeniably compelling about the kiss.

As if he couldn't help himself, he deepened the kiss, taking control of the situation completely.

Osamu gripped you tightly, using all his strength to hold you in place. When he pulled away, he let out a loud laugh, a harsh bark of humorless mirth. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Osamu broke away from the kiss, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His breath was hot against your skin, his eyes dark and hungry.

Osamu smirked, the smug expression making your blood boil. “I think you're enjoying it,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You know what? I'm going to keep doing it until you beg me to stop.”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you above your head, pinning you against the wall. “Now, let's see how long you can last before you give in to my charms, hmm?”

Dazai leaned in again, pressing his body against yours once more. This time, he didn't use his tongue; instead, he bit down hard on your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” You said between heavy breaths.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” Dazai grinned, showing off his teeth. “Keep screaming out your protests, sweetheart. I love it when you fight me like this. Makes it all the more fun.”

With that, he licked at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. Then, he released it, only to bite down harder. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, but it also had a strange sort of pleasure attached to it.

Osamu's hand moved to your breast, cupping it through your dress. He squeezed it gently, then twisted it, causing her nipple to pierce through the fabric. The sensation was both excruciating and exquisite.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” You yelled, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Osamu laughed softly, his smile growing wider. “You're so cute when you get mad,” he said, still holding onto your breast. “But remember, you asked for this, sweetheart. You wanted to play with the big boys, right?”

He released your breast, letting go of it. Instead, he began to run his fingers up and down your spine, making sure to tease you wherever possible. As he did so, he gave you breasts a rough tug, forcing your chest to arch upwards.

“Now, tell me, do you want me to continue or should I stop?” he asked, his tone casual and nonchalant. Osamu knew that he could push you to the breaking point, but he also knew that you would never say no to him.

You were breathless, your heart racing. Your cheeks were flushed, and you couldn't help but feel hot and bothered by his actions. It was clear that he enjoyed tormenting you, and you found yourself wondering if you should just let him have his way with you.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to answer his question. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely audible over your panting. “... Fuck. Just keep going.”

Osamu nodded, his grin widening even further. “As you wish, my dear,” he said, giving you another hard pinch between your legs. This time, however, he made sure to rub against your thigh, pressing it against your sensitive flesh.

The sensation was incredibly intense, and it left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. But you didn't seem to mind; instead, you moaned softly, your body reacting to the stimulation.

Dazai's hands roamed across your back, tracing every curve and line. His fingers brushed against your skin, leaving trails of heat and desire in their wake. He grabbed hold of your ass, squeezing it tightly, before giving it a sharp smack.

“I'm going to fuck you, dear.” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “I'm going to make you mine, and I'll never let you go.”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers.

The sensation of his finger pressing against your entrance made you shudder, your skin feeling sensitive and exposed. It was then that you realized just how vulnerable you was in this situation, and it scared you. But for some reason, it was addictive.

Still, you didn't back away from him, even though you knew he had the power to hurt you. Instead, you just looked at him, you eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, Osamu. Please, keep going.”

Osamu chuckled, his amusement evident in the twinkle of his eyes. He leaned back slightly, keeping his finger pressed firmly against your entrance as he glanced up at you.

“You're adorable when you beg, sweetheart. So cute and pathetic. But you know what? You asked for this, so you get exactly what you deserve.”

Without warning, he pulled his finger out of you, leaving you aching and needy.

Osamu chuckled, his smile wicked and predatory. He continued to tease you, gently rubbing your clit and pushing his finger deeper into you tight hole.

“You're such a good girl, aren't you?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “So obedient and submissive, like a dog. Always ready to do whatever your master tells you to do. But I bet you haven't ever asked what your master wants, right? I mean, it's only fair to ask before you start serving him, isn't it?”

The moment he pulled out, you whimpered, your body desperate for more. You wanted to cry out, to beg him to continue, but you knew it would only encourage him further. So instead, you just watched him, waiting for his next move.

As he sat up, you noticed something odd about his expression—it was almost as if he was enjoying himself. And yet, there was something cruel about the way he was treating you, something that made you want to run away from him.

But you couldn't leave. Not when he had you trapped in this bathroom.

“Dazai…” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “What do you want from me?”

Osamu laughed again, a harsh sound that echoed through the small space. His gaze never left hers as he spoke.

“I'm doing this because I hate you,” he said simply. “I think you're a terrible actress, and I can't stand the sight of you. Plus, it's fun to see you squirm and beg for mercy.

He reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you close enough that your bodies were practically touching. He let go of you, however, and stood up, taking a few steps backward.

“Now, come here, belladonna. I want to fuck you until you beg for my cum.”

You sit down on the cold sink of bathroom and spread your legs, waiting for him.

Osamu smirked at your submission, a dark satisfaction curling deep within him. He walked towards you, his every step heavy with purpose and determination. When he finally reached you, he took hold of your hips and began to push your legs apart, making sure you were fully exposed and vulnerable.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered in your ear. “You know how much I hate you, right? Well, I hate you even more when you look like this, all pretty and helpless. It makes me feel powerful.”

With that, he released your hips and took hold of your thighs, lifting them off the ground and exposing your cunt completely.

As soon as he lifted your legs, you could feel his hardness pressing against your sensitive flesh. You shivered, feeling the chill of the air on your most intimate parts. Your heart raced, fear coursing through your veins. But still, you didn't try to stop him or fight back. Instead, you waited, your eyes wide and filled with fear and anticipation.

Osamu smirked once more before pushing into your tight, wet entrance. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but he continued to press forward, slowly filling you with his thick member. He gently rocked his hips, causing his cock to rub against your walls in a way that felt both rough and pleasurable.

As he did so, he couldn't help but grind out words against your neck. “Fuck, you're so tight. You'll be begging for my cum soon enough.”

The pressure inside you grew unbearable, but you tried not to let it show. Instead, you bit your lip and tried to focus on something else, anything else. All you could think about was how much you hated him, how much you wanted to make him suffer. But the thought of doing so only made you feel guilty and ashamed.

Osamu moaned softly, his voice low and rumbling against your neck. His hands clenched tightly onto your thighs, keeping your legs raised and exposed as he continued to pound into your with fierce intensity. He was determined to get what he wanted, and he would do whatever it took to make you suffer.

The sound of his moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides their heavy breathing. Despite the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself, there was no love or affection in his actions; rather, it was all fueled by anger and hatred.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you found yourself unable to move or speak. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and every time he moved, it caused your insides to writhe and protest. The thought of having sex with someone you hated so much was sickening, but at this point, you had no choice but to endure it.

You tried to bite down on your own lip, hoping to muffle some of the sounds of discomfort that were escaping your mouth. But it was no use; your moans were too loud and too frequent for you to keep quiet. And even though you knew that he would only use it against you later, you couldn't help but give in to the pleasure, however small it may be.

Osamu groaned out loud, his voice rough and strained as he felt his orgasm approaching. It was almost painful, the way he had to force himself to continue moving. But he wouldn't stop until he had finished, and when he finally did, he collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing you against the bathroom sink.

He pulled out of her with a grunt, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath. Then, without warning, he reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. When you opened your mouth to say something, he cut her off with a harsh glare.

"You think you can get away with your little tricks?" he growled, his tone dark and threatening. "Well, guess again."

He felt his climax approaching, so he released all inside of you, and as soon as you left, Dazai let out a sigh, his face twisting into a scowl. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. "Why does she have to be so difficult? It's like pulling teeth to get anything out of her. This is going to be a nightmare." He plopped down on the couch, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I swear, sometimes I wish I could just strangle her and be done with it."

[littlelamy]

omggg imagine bsf!rafe doing the whole bodyguard thing at a party or something like that “having pretty friends is hard i always gotta keep an eye on ya. protect ya.” if that makes any sense at all

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request! 💗🐑

you’re at a party, surrounded by flashing lights and the buzz of conversations. the bass from the music reverberates through your body as you stand near the bar, watching people mingle. you should be having a good time, but something feels off.

you feel eyes on you, and it’s not the usual glances from guys trying to shoot their shot. it’s more intense, like someone’s been watching you all night. you glance around the room, and your eyes land on rafe. he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, gaze locked on you.

his presence isn’t unfamiliar. you and rafe have been best friends for years, so him looking out for you isn’t new, but the way his eyes are tracking your every move tonight feels different. there’s a weight to it, an unspoken tension that simmers just below the surface.

you raise an eyebrow and mouth, what? at him. he just smirks, pushing himself off the wall and making his way over to you. his tall frame cuts through the crowd effortlessly, and when he’s close enough, he leans down, voice low in your ear.

“you’re too pretty to be left alone in a place like this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help the way your heart flutters in your chest. “please, i can handle myself.”

“yeah, i know,” he replies, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “but having pretty friends is hard. i always gotta protect ya.”

the words send a shiver down your spine, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of how close he is. his body is practically pressed against yours, his hand resting on the bar next to you, caging you in. it’s not like rafe to be this bold, but tonight… something’s different.

“protect me?” you scoff, trying to keep your voice steady. “from what?”

his eyes darken slightly as he glances around the room, then back to you. “from guys who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves,” he says, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes. “from assholes who don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

you swallow, suddenly feeling the heat between you two rise. “rafe, i’m fine,” you say, but your voice is softer now, less convincing.

he tilts his head, studying you for a moment, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing your ear again. “maybe. but i’m not taking any chances.”

the tension is thick now, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the way rafe’s fingers are now lightly grazing your hip, but your body responds to him, leaning into his touch without thinking. you hate how easily he gets to you, how just a few words from him can make your pulse race.

“you don’t have to babysit me,” you murmur, but the fight in your voice is weak. part of you likes the idea of him watching over you, even though you’d never admit it.

“i’m not babysitting,” he says, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their warmth. “i’m looking out for you.”

you bite your lip, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to his proximity. “and what if i don’t want you to?”

he chuckles, low and deep, and the sound vibrates through you. “too bad,” he says, his hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back. “you don’t get a say in this one.”

you glance up at him, and for the first time tonight, you see something in his eyes that you haven’t noticed before—something possessive. his jaw is clenched, his body tense as if he’s ready to step in if anyone even thinks about getting too close to you.

it’s flattering, in a way. but it’s also dangerous, because the more you look at him, the harder it is to remember that you’re just friends. just best friends.

“rafe—” you start, but he cuts you off by pulling you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“don’t overthink it,” he says, his voice rougher now, like he’s struggling to keep something in check. “i’m just doing my job.”

“your job?” you raise an eyebrow. “and what exactly is your job tonight?”

he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. “keeping you safe. keeping you… mine.”

the air between you stills, and your heart skips a beat. mine. the word hangs between you, heavy and unspoken for far too long.

“yours?” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the music.

his grip tightens on your waist, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “you’ve always been mine,” he says, his eyes flicking down to your lips again. “you just didn’t know it.”

your breath catches in your throat as his words sink in. you’ve known rafe your whole life, but this… this is new. and suddenly, you’re not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

before you can decide, rafe moves, closing the gap between you. his lips brush against yours, a barely-there touch that leaves you wanting more. it’s not quite a kiss, but it’s enough to make your head spin.

“see?” he murmurs, his voice thick with something you can’t place. “i’ve got you.”

you’re not sure if he means physically, emotionally, or something else entirely. but as his lips hover over yours, you realize it doesn’t matter. because, in this moment, you don’t care about the lines you’re crossing. all you care about is the way his body feels against yours, the way his breath mingles with yours.

and maybe, just maybe, being rafe’s isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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[missmadella]

Queen without a crown (Mikey x Reader)

I feel like it might be a bit boring, but I still hope you'll enjoy reading it. I didn’t want to delete what I wrote, so here it is. It’s packed with fluff — fluff everywhere! :3

Summary: You weren’t just a member of Toman. You had a secret — one that no one, not even Mikey, knew about. You were the leader of Black Haven, a gang built from the outcasts and strays of the city. While Toman grew stronger, so did Black Haven, and you found yourself balancing loyalty to Mikey and the rest of Toman with your responsibility to protect your own. Tension mounted between the two gangs, and you found yourself caught in the middle, trying to protect both sides from the inevitable conflict. But with Mikey by your side, you were always one step ahead, even as the truth about your double life hung in the balance.

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When you first met the guys from Toman, it wasn’t anything special. You were just another kid, bruised knees and scuffed sneakers, racing through the back streets on a beat-up bike you barely kept together. Picking fights with anyone who looked at you funny. Laughing like the world couldn’t touch you.

You had no gang, no title, no dream bigger than making it to the next day without getting caught by the cops or some angry rival crew. At least, not yet.

It was Mikey who found you first. You still remember it like it was yesterday — the sharp crack of tires on gravel, the slam of your body against concrete, and then, a hand reaching down. Tiny, calloused, stubborn.

"You're pretty fast," the blond boy grinned, helping you up like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Wanna race again?"

From that day forward, you were pulled into their world. Late-night rides with Baji daring everyone to jump curbs. Emma tugging you into sticker photo booths, giggling while you made stupid faces. Draken lecturing you after you picked another fight you couldn’t win. Mitsuya fixing your torn jacket without asking for anything in return. And Mikey, always Mikey, dragging you by the wrist into new adventures like a storm you didn’t know how to stop — and didn’t want to.

Toman became your family before you even realized it. But what they didn’t know — what you kept tucked safely behind a careful smile — was that you had another family, too.

While Toman rose, so did something else. A gang, built from the kids no one wanted. The runaways. The strays. The fighters. You found them. Protected them. Raised them.

You gave them a name — Black Haven.

No one knew you were their leader. Not Toman. Not Mikey. No one.

You told yourself you were protecting them, both sides. You told yourself the day would never come when it would matter.

You were wrong.

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The shrine grounds were packed with bodies. Black uniforms stretched in perfect rows across the stone courtyard, hundreds of Toman members standing tall under the early morning sun. The air buzzed with tension, low whispers passing between groups like electricity.

You made your way through the crowd, your hands tucked loosely into your jacket pockets, the worn stone path familiar beneath your boots.

Emma spotted you first, standing off to the side with Chifuyu and Mitsuya. She waved so hard she nearly tipped over, her smile lighting up her whole face.

"[Name]!" she called.

You grinned and jogged over, letting her fling herself into your arms for a quick hug.

"Took you long enough," Chifuyu teased, bumping your shoulder. "You know Mikey hates waiting."

You shrugged, completely unbothered.

"He can deal with it," you said, laughing. "I'm worth the wait."

Mitsuya gave you a small, knowing smile. "Glad you're here. Things are... getting serious."

Your gaze flicked toward the front of the shrine steps where Mikey stood, arms crossed, Draken at his side. Even from this distance, you could feel the heavy weight of Mikey’s presence, calm and dangerous all at once.

Today wasn’t just any meeting. It was about Black Haven — the newest gang shaking up Tokyo’s streets.

Your gang.

Not that anyone here knew that.

You followed Emma and the others toward the front where the captains were gathering. You felt a few curious glances from the lower ranks — you weren’t a Toman officer, not officially — but everyone knew you were close with Mikey. Close enough that no one dared to question your presence.

You offered a casual nod to Draken as you approached. He grunted in return, his usual way of saying "good to see you."

Mikey tilted his head when he saw you, a lazy little smile tugging at his mouth.

"You made it," he said simply.

"Of course," you replied, flashing a grin. "Wouldn't miss it."

Mikey's smile faded slightly as he shifted his weight, his expression turning serious.

"Today’s about Black Haven," he said, voice low enough for only the captains — and you — to hear. "They’re getting bigger. Fast. Taking territory. Some of our boys are getting nervous."

You hummed thoughtfully, crossing your arms.

"Have they made a move against Toman yet?" you asked.

"No," Draken answered, arms folded across his chest. "But they're too organized to ignore."

Mitsuya stepped forward, frowning lightly.

"We don't want a war, but if they push, we’ll have no choice."

You felt their eyes on you — Mikey’s sharp gaze most of all. They trusted you. They trusted your judgment.

You smiled, slow and easy.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Black Haven," you said lightly, voice carrying just enough confidence to settle the nerves buzzing around you. "They’re not stupid. If anything, they’ll want to avoid a fight with Toman."

Chifuyu looked skeptical. "But they're growing way too fast. That usually means they're planning something."

You laughed under your breath, ruffling Chifuyu’s hair much to his annoyance.

"Not everyone’s looking to pick a fight," you said. "Some people just want to survive. Protect their own."

Mikey’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you, but he said nothing.

You met his gaze evenly, letting the truth you couldn't say shimmer quietly between you.

I know them better than you think.

I know because I built them.

"Trust me," you said, smiling a little wider. "They’re not your enemy."

Mikey watched you for a long moment. Then he nodded once, slow and deliberate.

"Alright," he said simply. "If you say so."

The tension around the captains eased slightly, the ripple passing subtly through the ranks. Toman trusted Mikey. Mikey trusted you.

It was enough — for now.

You tucked your hands back into your pockets, rocking back on your heels as you gazed out over the sea of black uniforms. The shrine's old bells clanged softly in the wind, and for a moment, everything felt strangely peaceful.

But you knew peace never lasted long in this world.

And you knew — sooner or later — the truth would have to come out.

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The meeting at the shrine broke up slowly, the buzz of voices rising again as the tension dissolved. Toman boys laughed and shoved at each other, the captains gathering in small groups to talk about next steps.

You slipped away toward the old stone steps at the edge of the shrine, needing a breath of fresh air. The weight of keeping your secret pressed heavy against your ribs. But you held it. Just a little longer.

You were staring up at the pale sky when you heard footsteps behind you — soft, familiar.

You didn't need to turn to know who it was.

Mikey.

He wandered up beside you, hands buried deep in his pockets, his small frame deceptively casual.

For a moment, he just stood there, silent, looking up at the same sky.

Then, without warning, he leaned sideways — his full weight pressing against your arm like a sleepy cat.

You huffed a quiet laugh but didn't move away.

"You're heavy, you know that?" you teased.

"No I'm not," he said lazily, bumping you a little harder.

You rolled your eyes but let him stay, feeling the familiar warmth of him seeping through your jacket.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The shrine bells clanged softly in the breeze. The murmured voices of the others drifted faintly in the background.

Then, Mikey spoke — low, almost thoughtful.

"You know something about Black Haven."

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an accusation either.

Just a quiet, certain truth.

You swallowed, keeping your face carefully neutral.

"What makes you think that?" you said lightly.

He shifted, resting his chin on your shoulder now, the way a kid might cling to someone they trusted without thinking about it.

"Just a feeling," he said simply.

You sighed, tilting your head so it lightly bumped against his.

"You and your feelings."

"They’re never wrong," he mumbled.

You smiled faintly, heart aching a little.

Of course he’d notice. Of course it would be Mikey. No matter how good you were at hiding, he could always see you.

"Don't worry so much," you said, voice soft. "Black Haven isn’t a threat to you."

He made a small, dissatisfied noise in the back of his throat, like he didn’t like that answer.

He slipped his hand into the sleeve of your jacket, fingers curling loosely around your wrist, holding you there.

"You’re important," Mikey said simply. "Anything you care about… I wanna know."

Your breath caught a little.

It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even about control. It was just Mikey — stubborn and clingy in his own quiet way — trying to stay close to the people he loved before the world could take them away.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze.

Dark eyes, wide open, completely honest.

It made your throat feel tight.

"You trust me, right?" you asked.

He didn’t even blink.

"Always."

You smiled, small and real.

"Then trust me when I say — everything's gonna be okay."

Mikey stared at you for a long moment. Then he sighed, long and slow, like it took the last of his suspicion with it.

"Fine," he said, sounding put-upon, but you felt his grip on your sleeve tighten for a second before he finally let go.

"But you're sticking close," he added, tone brightening into something lighter. "I'm not letting you run off with some other gang."

You barked out a laugh.

"As if anyone could steal me away from you," you said, ruffling his hair roughly.

He grinned — wide and bright, just a flash of the kid he used to be.

And for now — just for a little while — the secret you carried stayed safe between your ribs.

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You slipped away from the shrine once the meeting ended, trying not to draw too much attention as you made your way toward the meeting place with your vice-captain — the right hand of the Black Havens.

Your boots were steady against the ground as you moved deeper into the city, away from the lingering tension of the gathering. You had barely escaped Mikey’s clinginess today, excusing yourself with a quick lie about a family emergency. Of course, it wasn’t true — but you couldn't risk exposing yourself yet, not when the tension between gangs was running so high.

You had already made yourself a little suspicious, with the way you spoke up during the meeting... But luckily, it wasn't enough for anyone to think much beyond the idea that you might know someone from Black Haven. You hoped it stayed that way.

When you finally stepped onto the long-forgotten hall grounds, you spotted your vice-captain already waiting for you.

His back straightened the second he saw you, sharp eyes sweeping the area before greeting you with a slightly more relaxed expression.

"Boss," he said, voice low.

You gave him a small smile and signaled with a tilt of your head for him to follow. Together, you made your way toward the worn-out sitting area your gang had set up for meetings, even when it was just the two of you.

"Report," you said briskly, not even waiting to sit down before asking.

You dropped onto the battered, sun-bleached sofa you had scavenged from the city streets, while your vice-captain settled into the seat across from you, separated by a rickety old table.

He nodded at your command and immediately began.

"Black Haven’s foothold in the western blocks is solid. No one's challenging us yet," he said. "And the rumors are working. Toman’s spooked, but they’re not aggressive."

You nodded in approval, watching as he leaned back slightly, relaxing into the sofa now that he was delivering good news.

"I see. That’s good," you said, letting out a slow, measured breath as you calculated your next move.

It was working — exactly the way you intended. Grow strong enough to be respected, known by name… but not threatening enough to provoke an all-out fight.

Not yet.

You wanted to form an alliance with Toman. The ambitions Mikey had shown these past few days were impressive, and you had a strong feeling that big changes were coming to the gang world — changes that could be promising.

You hoped to create a stable future — A way to provide for the people in your gang, to help them regulate their problems, to give them something more than survival. A second family.

You sighed quietly, your gaze fixed on a worn spot on the table between you and Kaito.

“They talked about us today, Kaito,” you finally said, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“What did they say?” he asked immediately, voice low and steady.

You leaned back slightly, running a hand through your hair as you recalled the meeting.

“If we start a fight, they’ll have no problem responding with force," you said. "I want to form an alliance with them before it comes to that. I’m hoping we can arrange a meeting soon. But..." You hesitated briefly, tapping your fingers lightly against your knee. "I already said a few suspicious things today."

A long silence stretched between you after you spoke.

Kaito was watching you carefully — like a hawk, analyzing every word, every shift in your expression. Probably already planning ten moves ahead, just like you.

“Are you sure, Y/n?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now. “That this is the path we want to take? To work with Toman?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him.

Kaito shifted, resting his arms across the battered armrest of the old sofa, his gaze drifting briefly up to the cracked ceiling before locking back onto yours.

“I’m sure, Kaito," you said calmly. "I think we can expand our network this way. Build something real — something that lasts. A future alongside Toman, not against them."

He frowned slightly as he listened, his eyes sharp.

“We could crush their enemies ourselves," he muttered. "We don't need them."

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, hands clasped loosely.

"We’re not here to crush anyone," you said, voice firm and steady. "We’re here to survive. To protect our own."

You watched the way Kaito’s jaw tightened at your words — the tension there — but after a moment, he nodded. Not because he fully agreed. But because he trusted you.

Because if there was one thing he knew by now — it was that underestimating you was a mistake he would never make again.

You leaned back against the sofa again, crossing your legs with a calm, deliberate motion.

"I know Mikey. I know Draken," you said quietly. "They’re good people. Toman’s got a real chance to change things for all of us — if they stay strong."

You glanced over at Kaito, your voice soft, but certain.

"And if we help them stay strong — without them ever knowing — we win too."

Kaito’s expression shifted; still hard, still serious, but now touched with something else. Pride.

"Understood," he said. "We’ll move quietly. Clean up anything that threatens them."

A real smile tugged at your lips — rare and genuine.

"Good."

You pushed yourself up from the old sofa, dusting your hands off casually. You started toward the path that would take you home, boots tapping lightly against the cracked ground.

But before you disappeared into the night, you turned back once more, casting a look over your shoulder at Kaito.

Your voice was steady when you spoke.

"Keep your eyes open. And trust me, Kaito. We’re just getting started."

Then you turned away, fading into the city’s dark heartbeat — leaving nothing behind but the echo of your promise.

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[FUTURE — TAKEMICHI'S POV]

With a gasp, Takemichi jolted upright from the bed where he had been lying. His heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to catch his breath, the familiar feeling of disorientation gripping him tightly.

It was the second time he had time-jumped — and just like before, Naoto was sitting at his desk, waiting.

Surprised to see Takemichi awake so suddenly, Naoto turned slightly in his chair, nodding a silent greeting.

Takemichi sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to steady himself.

“Mikey’s a good guy..." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "I can’t believe he changes this much in the future... What happened?"

His voice was low, almost broken, as his fingers ran anxiously through his messy black curls.

Before Naoto could even answer, Takemichi shot up from the bed, moving quickly toward him, eyes wide with a new urgency.

"Naoto," he said, voice sharper now, "Do you know who Y/n is?"

Naoto blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in Takemichi’s voice.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, studying Takemichi for a long moment before answering.

"Y/n..." he repeated quietly. A shadow flickered across his face — a rare crack in his usual calm.

"I know the name," Naoto said slowly. "Back when Toman was still rising, she was well-known. Some called her a mediator... others called her something much more dangerous."

Takemichi's hands clenched at his sides, heart racing faster.

"What happened to her?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Naoto's jaw tensed.

"No one knows for sure," he admitted. "After Toman fractured... after Mikey started to change... Y/n and her gang — Black Haven — disappeared. Almost overnight."

Takemichi shook his head, disbelief clawing at his throat.

"That doesn't make sense," he said hoarsely. "She was close with them. With Mikey... with all of Toman."

Naoto's expression darkened.

"Some theories say Mikey ordered it," he said quietly. "Others say Y/n betrayed them first."

Takemichi felt the room tilt under him.

Betrayal? Mikey?

It didn’t add up. Not with the memories burning fresh in his heart — of Y/n laughing with Emma, arguing playfully with Draken, the way Mikey’s entire mood brightened just being near her.

"No..." Takemichi whispered.

Naoto watched him carefully.

"If you want answers," he said, voice low and firm, "you’ll have to go deeper. Dig into Toman’s darkest days. Find out what really happened between them."

Takemichi’s fists trembled.

He wasn’t just fighting for Hinata anymore.

He had to save Y/n too.

Before the future swallowed her whole.

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The first thing he needed to do before going back was to talk to someone from Toman in the future. He had to find out what happened to Y/n — and he needed answers if he wanted to prevent it.

Takemichi clenched his fists as he hurried down the empty streets, heart pounding with every step. There was only one person he could trust right now. One person who would tell him the truth.

Draken.

If anyone still carried the old spirit of Toman — the real Toman — it was him.

After some digging and a few tense calls with Naoto’s help, Takemichi found out that Draken now worked at a motorcycle repair shop tucked away behind the industrial blocks of the city.

It didn’t take long before Takemichi stood outside the faded garage, the smell of oil and gasoline heavy in the air. Through the open door, he could see him — tall, unmistakable, the dragon tattoo still curling up the side of his head.

Older. Rougher. But still unmistakably Draken.

Takemichi swallowed hard and stepped inside.

Draken looked up from the bike he was working on, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze was sharp — older eyes, but the same fire behind them.

"Takemichi?" he said, surprised.

Takemichi gave a shaky smile.

"Draken... I need to talk to you. It's important."

Draken tossed the rag aside and crossed his arms, studying him carefully.

"Yeah? About what?"

Takemichi hesitated only a second.

"Y/n," he said. "And Black Haven."

For a moment, the air itself seemed to freeze. Draken’s face darkened, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

He looked away, jaw tight, the memories clearly cutting deeper than any wound.

"You’re digging into dangerous shit, Takemichi," he said, his voice low and rough. "Some things... some things are better left buried."

Takemichi stepped forward, desperate.

"But I need to know! Please, Draken — what happened to her?"

Draken’s shoulders stiffened. He was silent for a long time — so long Takemichi thought he might never answer.

Finally, Draken exhaled, a sound full of regret and anger.

"Y/n... she tried to save us," he said quietly. "She fought harder than any of us. Against Toman’s enemies... and against ourselves."

He looked up then, eyes burning.

"And we betrayed her anyway."

Draken’s jaw tightened, his eyes hard but distant — lost somewhere deep in the past.

"She sacrificed herself for us," he said, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. "Back then, we were spiraling. Fighting battles we couldn’t win, making enemies we couldn’t outrun."

He dragged a hand over his face, like trying to wipe away the memory itself.

"Black Haven… they stood with us. Even when they didn’t have to. Even when we didn’t deserve it."

Takemichi’s heart twisted painfully in his chest.

"During a territory war... there was an ambush," Draken continued. "It wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for Mikey."

Takemichi’s eyes widened in horror.

"She knew," Draken said. "She knew it was a trap. She figured it out at the last second."

His fists clenched tighter, knuckles going white.

"And instead of letting it happen, she took the hit meant for him. Protected him with her own life."

Takemichi staggered back a step, the weight of the truth hitting him like a blow.

"And Mikey..." Draken’s voice cracked, real pain seeping through. "He didn’t even realize how much he loved her until she was gone."

There was a thick, terrible silence.

"After that," Draken said, voice hollow, "he changed. Toman changed."

Takemichi struggled to breathe, the devastation sinking in.

"Mikey blamed himself. He thinks he betrayed her in some way not protecting her like he promised." “He shut everyone out. Started making deals with the wrong people. Built the Toman you see now."

Takemichi felt his throat tighten.

All because of you. Because you believed in them. Because you protected them, even when they couldn't protect you.

And it had shattered everything.

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[Past]

The night air was crisp as Mikey revved the engine of his bike, the soft hum of the machine blending with the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

You sat behind him, clutching onto his waist as the two of you rode away from the noise of Toman's headquarters. There was always something peaceful about these moments, when the world seemed to fade away and it was just the two of you, navigating through the quiet streets together.

The city was quiet, but the weight of everything around you seemed louder than ever. Toman had grown bigger, stronger, but with that came its problems. Mikey was different — more serious, more distant.

You could tell he was feeling the weight of leadership even if he didn’t speak it aloud.

As you both pulled up to a familiar spot on the outskirts of town — a spot Mikey had found some time ago, where he could just think — he cut the engine and parked the bike.

It was just the two of you now.

You both sat in silence for a moment, gazing at the moonlit view of the city in front of you. The air felt charged with a thousand unspoken words, and it made you feel a little too vulnerable.

Finally, Mikey broke the silence. His voice was low, a little tired, but it carried the usual warmth.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he said, looking out at the horizon. "I don’t know what it is, but... when I’m here, I can think more clearly."

You leaned back against the bike, glancing at him. “You always find some spot to escape to, huh?”

Mikey chuckled softly, but it lacked its usual mischievous edge. “Yeah... it helps me breathe.”

You smiled, but there was something in your chest that hurt, a subtle ache. You wanted to tell him, to let him know that you understood more than he thought — but the words felt stuck.

Instead, you said, "Mikey… you’ve been carrying a lot lately, haven’t you?”

Mikey’s expression softened for a moment, his gaze flickering to you. It was brief, but you caught the vulnerability there, the strain behind his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need him to. You already knew.

"I know you’ve got big dreams for Toman. I know you want to change things — make something good out of all this chaos." You hesitated before continuing, "But you don’t have to do it alone, Mikey. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself."

His eyes met yours then, a slight frown on his face. "I’m not alone," he said quietly. "I’ve got Toman... and I’ve got you."

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words. The way he said it, so simply, yet with such sincerity.

"You’re more than just a friend, you know that?" Mikey added, his voice a little quieter now, like he was admitting something he hadn’t said out loud before. “I trust you. More than anyone else.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart skip. You weren't sure if it was the quiet of the night, or if it was the unspoken bond that had been growing between the two of you for months now — but something felt different tonight.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you looked at him, letting the silence stretch out between you. There was something unspoken, something deep that both of you had been dancing around for a while.

"You’re important to me, Mikey," you said after a long pause. Your voice was softer, but the words came from somewhere deep inside you, and you couldn’t take them back now. "I don’t just mean for Toman... but as a person. You don’t have to act like you have it all figured out. We’re all just trying to make it through together."

Mikey was quiet for a moment, taking in your words. His gaze dropped to his hands resting on the handlebars of the bike before he looked up at you again.

He was close — closer than usual. And when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“You really think so?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze head-on, your chest tight with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah. I do.”

Mikey studied you for a long moment, his usual playful smirk replaced with something softer. His hand slowly moved, hesitantly reaching out as though he wasn’t sure if he should. But then, as if deciding in that split second, he gently took your hand in his.

The touch was unexpected but so simple, so real, and you felt your heart beat a little faster.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, Mikey. We’re all in this together," you repeated softly, squeezing his hand just enough to let him know you meant it.

And for the first time, Mikey let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t just about Toman. It wasn’t just about the gang, or the struggles. It was about the two of you — sharing the quiet night, each other's company, and understanding more than either of you had said aloud.

He leaned a little closer, his voice low. “Maybe you’re right. I’ve been trying to do too much... but I think it’s time I let you in more, huh?”

You both stayed there in that small moment of quiet, the weight of the world outside suddenly feeling a little more bearable.

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In the following weeks, the Black Havens operated silently — always there when Toman needed them, and disappearing just as quietly, as if they had never been there at all. You were more than happy with how things were unfolding. Step by step, you were getting closer to the goal you had set. Finally, Kaito approached Toman on your behalf to propose a meeting to discuss the future. When he reported back to you, he was still a little grumpy about it — but as always, he followed you without question. It was settled. At the next Toman gathering you attended, ready to hear their latest plans, Draken began to speak about the upcoming meeting with Black Haven. A small, satisfied smile tugged at your lips. You were finally getting closer.

"What’s with that smile?" Mikey asked, suddenly appearing behind you, draping himself over your back without warning. "You're such a brat," you muttered, laughing under your breath as you shifted to keep your balance. "You're heavy, y'know?" Mikey just hummed lazily, like he didn’t hear a word. "Nothing," you said, the smile lingering on your lips. "Just happy you guys finally managed to set up that meeting with the gang."

"I'm happy when you're happy, Y/N-chii," he mumbled into your back, before finally sliding down and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face against you. "Something wrong?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady — even as you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks. He just shook his head, the motion brushing against you softly. "I want you there too when we meet them, Y/N," he said quietly. You stiffened instinctively at his words, but luckily, Mikey didn’t seem to notice. You took a moment, forcing yourself to breathe, to steady the racing of your heart. "O... Of course I can join," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a mumble. "If that's what you want." A wide, beaming smile broke across Mikey’s face, so bright it almost knocked the air out of you. "I can't wait, Y/N," he said simply — and somehow, it made your chest ache in the sweetest way.

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The air was sharp and heavy as you stood among the Toman ranks, your hands tucked deep into your jacket pockets to hide the slight tremor of nerves running through you. The meeting place was a neutral zone — an abandoned lot near the old train tracks, worn down by time and forgotten by the city, just like so many of the kids standing there now.

Across the clearing, the Black Haven members gathered in tight formation, all dressed in their sharp, dark uniforms. And at the front, standing tall and composed, was Kaito — your right hand, your voice when you couldn't speak for yourself. Even now, he held the line perfectly, his expression cold and unreadable as he faced down Toman’s captains.

You were standing with Toman, just behind Draken and Mikey, feeling the weight of both worlds pressing down on your shoulders. Mikey was calm at your side, but you could feel the tension radiating off him — the electric hum of a boy who could be your fiercest protector... or your most dangerous enemy, depending on what happened next.

Draken stepped forward first, his voice low but commanding. "We asked for a meeting with Black Haven’s leader," he said, his sharp gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar faces. "We want to talk directly."

For a moment, there was silence. The Black Haven members shifted slightly, waiting, glancing among themselves — but Kaito stood firm, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

And then — you moved.

You stepped forward from the ranks of Toman, your boots crunching lightly against the gravel as every pair of eyes snapped toward you.

Mikey's head whipped around in confusion, his eyes widening slightly.

You didn’t hesitate.

You kept your movements steady, sure, even as your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest. You crossed the space between the two gangs, stopping just a few steps in front of Mikey and Draken, your back turned for a moment to your Black Haven family — a silent trust passing between you and Kaito.

You faced Toman fully now.

Took a deep breath.

And smiled — slow, certain, unshakable.

"I’m the leader of Black Haven," you said, your voice clear and cutting through the heavy air. "[Name] — at your service."

For a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to stop. You could feel it — the way time froze, the way shock rippled through the crowd like a stone dropped in still water.

Mikey’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes locked onto you in raw disbelief.

Draken’s fists clenched at his sides.

Even Chifuyu, standing off to the side, made a small, audible sound — half surprise, half betrayal.

But you stood your ground, calm and steady, your heart screaming against your ribs but your face giving nothing away.

This was it.

The moment you had been walking toward for so long.

And no matter what came next —

You wouldn’t run.

The wind stirred the dust around the neutral grounds, but no one moved.

From between the groups, you stepped forward — calm, steady, even as your heart hammered in your chest. All eyes shifted to you, heavy with confusion and tension.

"I’m the leader of Black Haven," you said clearly, your voice carrying across the space. Toman's members stiffened — Draken’s eyes narrowed slightly, Takemichi’s mouth fell open — but you only watched him.

Mikey.

At first, his face was unreadable. He just blinked at you — once, twice — his body strangely relaxed, almost too still.

Then, slowly, you saw it.

Not anger. Not betrayal. Realization.

Like a thousand puzzle pieces snapped into place behind those sharp, dark eyes. All the strange moments — the times Black Haven had shown up just in time, helped them without asking for anything, disappeared without explanation — it all made sense now.

Mikey’s lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

"You were helping us," he said finally, his voice low with wonder, not accusation. "All this time... it was because of you."

You felt the breath you hadn't realized you were holding leave your lungs. A soft, almost shy smile tugged at your mouth.

"I couldn’t stand by and do nothing," you admitted, lowering your gaze briefly. "I wanted to protect you. All of you."

Silence settled over the field — but this time, it was different. Lighter. Softer.

Mikey took a step closer to you. His expression — so often guarded, unreadable — was open now, glowing with something bright and fragile.

"You dummy," he muttered, but there was a small, fond smile playing at the edges of his lips. "You could have told me."

You laughed under your breath, a little shaky, a little relieved.

"Maybe," you said. "But... I was scared. I didn’t want you to look at me differently."

He blinked once, like the idea itself was ridiculous, and then — without warning — he closed the space between you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him.

"You’re still you," he said into your hair. "And you're still mine."

Behind him, Draken finally relaxed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Takemichi let out a breathy, emotional laugh like he’d been holding it for an hour. Even Kaito, standing proudly at your back, smiled — just the smallest, proudest twitch of his lips.

Everything would be alright.

You had crossed the line between two worlds — but somehow, you still belonged to both.

And in Mikey’s arms, you knew: You hadn’t lost anything. You had gained everything.

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The tension that had wrapped itself around the neutral ground like a noose finally loosened. Voices murmured between Toman and Black Haven members, uncertain at first, but growing steadier with every second that passed.

Mikey finally let you go — but his hand stayed lightly resting on your shoulder, as if to anchor you there beside him. You caught Kaito’s eye across the few steps between you. He gave you a small nod — the silent kind that said, "I’ve got you."

Draken cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to the serious business at hand. "Alright," he said, crossing his arms, his voice even. "Now that... surprises are out of the way, let’s get to it."

Kaito stepped forward now, taking his place just slightly behind you, the natural second-in-command of Black Haven. He stood tall, arms relaxed at his sides, his expression respectful but sharp. Where you were warmth and reassurance, he was stone and fire — the perfect balance.

You nodded to Mikey, giving him the floor.

"We called this meeting because we can’t fight what's coming alone," Mikey said simply, his tone calm, focused. "There’s bigger threats out there — gangs that don’t care about honor, loyalty, or the people in their way."

Kaito’s mouth twitched slightly, like he agreed but wasn’t surprised.

You crossed your arms thoughtfully, your mind already racing ahead. "Before we finalize anything," you said calmly, "there are a few things Black Haven would like to discuss."

Mikey tilted his head at you, smiling lazily. "Of course, Y/N. Lay it on us."

You felt Kaito step a little closer — a silent wall of backup.

"First," you started, voice even, "we'd like to maintain a part of our original territory. Not because we want to stay separate — but because it's our home. Our roots." You glanced at Kaito and saw his slight nod, approving.

Draken leaned forward, arms resting casually on his knees. "Which areas are you talking about?"

You quickly outlined the few blocks that had always been Black Haven’s center — an old warehouse district, a few neighborhoods where you'd built something close to family.

Mikey listened carefully, not interrupting once.

"Fine by me," he said easily. "Toman protects its own, wherever they are."

You smiled slightly, relief easing the tight knot in your chest.

"And second," you continued, "I want assurance that Black Haven's way of handling conflicts will be respected. We don’t jump straight to violence unless absolutely necessary. We talk first. Fight only if there’s no other way."

Kaito made a noise like a quiet grunt of agreement.

Mikey’s eyes lit up with a flicker of mischief. "Sounds a lot like Toman too, you know," he said. "But yeah. You got it. No pointless fights."

You felt a warm swell of respect in your chest. Mikey wasn't just agreeing to anything to please you — he genuinely understood.

"And lastly," you said, a little more hesitantly, "I want my people to be treated like equals. No 'lower ranks' because they came from another gang."

At that, Mikey’s face turned serious — not cold, but honest.

"You’re my equals," he said simply. "You're family now. No one gets treated like second-class."

You breathed out slowly, the weight of responsibility settling on your shoulders in a way that felt... right.

Kaito finally spoke up, his voice deep and steady. "And if anyone breaks that trust," he said, "they answer to both of us."

Mikey grinned, like a little kid getting into mischief. "I like this guy," he said, nudging Draken with his elbow. Draken smirked but nodded approvingly at Kaito.

It felt real now. Not just words in the air, but something solid — a foundation.

You leaned back slightly, relaxing for the first time that night.

"Alright," you said, a small satisfied smile pulling at your lips. "Looks like we have a deal."

Mikey suddenly stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "And since we're all friends now..." he said, flashing a cheeky grin, "we celebrate after all this boring talk is over!"

You couldn't help but laugh under your breath. Some things about Mikey would never change — and honestly, you were grateful for that.

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The weeks following the alliance between Toman and Black Haven passed in a blur of movement and change. Territories were re-mapped, trust was slowly being built between the two groups, and it became clear that Black Haven’s strength and strategic mind — your mind — had been a missing piece Toman never knew they needed.

You found yourself attending more meetings, giving more advice, standing closer to the core members. Kaito was never far from your side, a silent, steady reminder of where you came from — and what you still fought for.

Mikey grew even more relaxed around you, often dragging you into conversations or teasing you just to see you react. Even Draken, usually stoic, started treating you like an old comrade. You were becoming part of them.

But not everything was calm.

Rumors started swirling — a new gang, bigger and more ruthless than anything they had faced so far, was making moves into Toman’s and Black Haven’s shared territories. They weren’t interested in talking. They wanted dominance. Full control.

A clash was inevitable.

Preparations for the fight consumed everyone’s time. New alliances were forged. Old grudges were set aside. Everyone was sharpening their blades, so to speak.

It was in the middle of all this chaos that Takemichi found his chance to approach you. The boy was timid, fidgeting nervously as he sat down next to you on the curb during a late night patrol.

"Uh...Y/N-san?" he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You glanced at him, one eyebrow raised.

"I just... I was wondering... why you do all this," he said, voice small. "I mean, you're strong, and smart... You could have just stayed with Black Haven and avoided all this mess, right?"

You leaned back slightly, looking up at the stars.

"Because they matter," you said simply. "My people. Your people. They’re not so different. They just need someone to believe in them."

Takemichi nodded slowly, taking your words in like they were precious. He stayed silent for a long while, just sitting there beside you, before finally speaking again.

"I’m glad you’re with us," he said, voice quiet but sure. "I...I feel like... you being here changes things. In a good way."

You smiled softly at him — a rare, genuine smile.

"Thank you, Takemichi."

But even as you spoke, a strange tightness grew in your chest. Because deep down, you knew this upcoming fight wasn’t just another battle.

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"Y/N-san," Takemichi started again two days later, his voice small as he hesitated next to you during a late-night patrol. "I… I need to talk to you about something important."

You glanced up at him, sensing something was off. "What’s going on, Takemichi?"

He hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside you, his eyes not meeting yours. He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I just… I wanted to say, um, that this fight with the new gang… it’s not going to be easy. It’s not like the others we’ve faced before. And... I think you’re in a lot more danger than you realize."

You raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised by his tone. "Danger? Takemichi, I’ve been in plenty of fights before. I can handle myself."

He shifted, clearly unsure of how to continue, but there was an urgency in his eyes now, something that made you stop and listen.

"It’s not just about fighting, Y/N," he said, his voice low. "This gang… they’re ruthless. They’re not going to play fair. They’ll do anything to win. And with everything going on right now, I don’t think anyone is fully prepared for how bad it could get."

You frowned, but there was something in his words that made your chest tighten. Takemichi had always been a little dramatic, but this was different. He was serious, like he knew something you didn’t.

"I’ll be fine," you said, trying to reassure him. "I’m not new to this, you know."

Takemichi looked at you, his eyes filled with worry. "I know you can fight. I know you’re strong. But… I just don’t want to see you caught in the middle of something that we can’t control. You’re part of Toman now, and Black Haven… and I… I don’t want anything to happen to you."

His words made you pause. There was a deep sincerity in them, something that hit you harder than you expected. Takemichi had always been one to protect people, but this felt more personal than anything he’d said before.

"You don’t have to worry about me," you said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension. "I’ve got things under control. I’m not going to just let this gang walk all over us."

Takemichi looked like he wanted to say more, but he bit his lip, his hands still clenched in his lap. He nodded slowly, clearly conflicted. "Just… just be careful, okay? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. You mean a lot to all of us, Y/N."

His words lingered in the air long after he fell silent, and you were left with a strange, unsettling feeling. You’d never seen Takemichi like this before — so serious, so fearful. He was trying to tell you something, but you couldn’t quite grasp it.

Still, you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure we win this, and no one’s getting hurt."

But deep down, something in you wasn’t so sure. Takemichi’s warning echoed in your mind, and though you didn’t want to admit it, a tiny knot of unease began to grow.

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The next few days were a blur of preparations. You found yourself trying to push aside Takemichi’s words, focusing on the fight ahead, but his worry weighed heavily on you.

The tension grew as the day of the battle approached. The new gang was getting closer, and everyone was on edge. The final meeting before the fight was tense, but you did your best to push through it, sticking to the plans, offering strategies, and reassuring those around you.

But Takemichi’s words were always there, in the back of your mind, a reminder that things might not go as planned.

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The night of the battle had arrived.

The streets were bathed in the cold light of the moon, casting eerie shadows across the ground. The air was thick with tension as the two gangs stood facing each other. The sound of feet shuffling, muffled voices, and the occasional clink of chains or metal filled the otherwise silent night. The battle lines were drawn, and both sides knew there was no turning back.

You stood with Mikey, Kaito, and the others at the front, the leaders of both Toman and Black Haven united for the impending chaos. Your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you kept your calm, your mind focused on the battle ahead. Every move, every word had been calculated in preparation for this moment. It was time to show what Toman and Black Haven had become together.

"Stay close," Mikey said to you, his usual carefree demeanor gone. His voice was serious now, sharp. He wasn't joking around tonight. "We’ve got this. Just stick to the plan."

You nodded, your eyes scanning the enemy's ranks. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The other gang, though smaller in numbers, had an intensity to them that felt… different. Ruthless. Like they weren't here to simply win — they were here to make a statement.

The tension broke as the first blows were exchanged. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the screams of those caught in the fray filled the night. You darted into the thick of the battle, taking down opponents with swift, calculated moves, your mind still sharp despite the chaos around you.

Your eyes flickered back to Mikey, and for a moment, everything slowed. You saw him fighting with ferocity, his moves precise, but something in his stance looked off. He was overexposed, surrounded by a group of enemies closing in on him. That same tight feeling from before — the one that Takemichi's words had brought — surged back in your chest.

"Dammit," you muttered under your breath, your eyes quickly scanning for the quickest way to reach him. The battlefield was becoming a whirlwind of bodies, and the longer you stayed in the thick of it, the harder it would be to reach Mikey.

And then, there it was — an opening. A gap where Mikey was standing, backed into a corner, fighting desperately against two men who had him pinned. They were closing in, ready to strike.

"No!" You muttered, breaking into a sprint, your feet pounding the asphalt as you shoved past fighters and leapt into action. You barreled toward Mikey, but it was too late.

A figure, an enemy gang member, raised a large knife, aiming straight for Mikey's back. It was a deadly move, and you knew he wouldn't see it coming in time.

Without thinking, you launched yourself forward, shoulder-checking Mikey out of the way just as the blade came crashing down. You felt the sharp sting as the knife grazed your side, the pain immediate and searing, but you didn't let it stop you. Your hand shot out, grabbing the wrist of the attacker before he could strike again.

But before you could disarm him, the world seemed to tilt as you felt a weight settle against you. Blood was trickling from your side now, your vision swimming, but you fought it, focused on the battle at hand.

"Mikey, get back!" you shouted, trying to shove the attacker off, but your movements were sluggish, the pain intensifying.

You managed to get to your feet, but your knees wobbled. Mikey stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock. "Y/N!" he shouted, clearly alarmed.

It was then you realized how close the situation had become.

And then, just as you thought the battle would break you — something unexpected happened.

A flash of blonde hair caught your attention. Takemichi, his face set in determination, was suddenly there. He dove into the fray, tackling the attacker off you with incredible force, knocking the knife out of his hand. In one swift motion, Takemichi swung a fist that sent the opponent reeling back, down to the ground.

He turned to you immediately, his hands on your shoulders as he scanned your face. "Y/N!" His voice was filled with panic now, but his eyes were fierce, protective. "You’re hurt!"

"It’s fine," you breathed, trying to steady yourself. But the blood on your side was staining your shirt, and you could feel your strength waning. "Mikey…"

"Don't worry about me," Mikey interrupted, his voice filled with a rare, serious edge. "Get her out of here, Takemichi. Now."

"No," you snapped, glaring at him despite the growing dizziness. "I'm staying right here." You could feel your legs start to give way beneath you, but you refused to fall. You couldn’t leave Mikey like this. You couldn’t leave anyone.

But Takemichi wasn’t having it. His expression softened, but there was no hesitation. He turned back to Mikey, giving him a firm nod before returning his attention to you.

"I’m not letting you fight like this," Takemichi said firmly, gently pulling you away from the battle line. "You’re too important to be caught in the middle of all this. I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for him, not again."

"Mikey's—"

"Don’t argue with me!" Takemichi snapped, pulling you behind him as the chaos raged on. "You can help him later. We need to get you out of here. Now."

You wanted to fight him, to stay in the battle, but the exhaustion and pain were starting to take their toll. Takemichi wasn’t giving up, though. He kept his grip firm, leading you through the chaos, fighting off any attackers who got too close. His expression was full of determination — and you realized, in that moment, that he wasn’t just protecting you. He was protecting everyone.

As the battle raged around you, Takemichi shielded you from every blow, every strike. He made sure you stayed safe, even as his own body was being pushed to the limit. He wasn’t going to let you die, not on his watch.

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In the end, the battle turned in Toman and Black Haven’s favor, but not without casualties. The new gang had been pushed back, retreating into the shadows they’d come from, but the damage was done.

You weren’t dead. You were alive, breathing, and fighting alongside your allies. Mikey was safe. And Takemichi… Takemichi had protected you when you couldn’t protect yourself.

That was what mattered.

And maybe, just maybe, the future could still be changed after all.

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The battlefield was a mess of blood, broken weapons, and wounded bodies. The cold night air stung your cuts, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was Mikey — his arms locked around you, his voice trembling in your ear.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered again and again, as if saying it out loud would make it untrue. He clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to this world.

But you were hurt — more than you let on. Your body sagged against him, your legs almost giving out.

Mikey felt it immediately. His entire body tensed. Without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you gently but firmly against his chest.

"You’re hurt," he muttered, voice dangerously tight. "We're going to the hospital. Now."

You wanted to protest — to tell him you were fine, that others needed help more — but the look in his eyes stopped you.

This wasn’t Mikey the Invincible. This was Manjiro — terrified, desperate, clinging to the one person he couldn’t bear to lose.

You leaned your head against his shoulder instead, letting him carry you through the debris, past the others who watched silently, some of them smiling softly, others too exhausted to react.

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The hospital lights buzzed quietly above, casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. Mikey sat there, hunched in the uncomfortable chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him answers.

You were alive. The doctors had said so. They had patched you up, stitched your wounds, given you fluids — You were safe.

But Mikey's hands were still shaking.

His body, usually so controlled, so steady, now trembled like a taut wire ready to snap. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, and every few seconds, he had to look at you — just to make sure you were still breathing.

It was all too much. The fear. The relief. The crushing weight of almost losing you.

Mikey buried his face into his hands, silent sobs wracking his body, shoulders trembling. He tried to hold it in — he always had to be strong for everyone. But now, here, in this small sterile room where no one could see him except you — he finally broke.

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against the side of your mattress, the soft fabric dampening with his quiet, broken gasps.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't matter. Only you.

When he finally looked up, his eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale. He reached out — almost afraid — and brushed his fingers over the back of your hand, grounding himself in your warmth.

Without thinking, without planning, he leaned in — and kissed you.

It wasn't gentle. It was desperate. Rough around the edges. A clash of relief and fear and all the words he didn’t know how to say.

His lips pressed against yours, trembling, as if he needed to feel you to believe you were still here.

For a long second, nothing else existed. No hospital. No future. No pain. Just the quiet thundering of two hearts refusing to let go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven, his hands cradling your face carefully, like he was terrified you might shatter.

You stirred slightly under his touch, your body instinctively leaning toward him even in sleep.

Mikey closed his eyes, letting himself just exist there — with you, safe, alive, breathing.

And for the first time since the fight ended, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

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The world had changed — Toman ruled with quiet, unshakable strength, and at Mikey’s side, you had become something of a legend.

When you walked through the halls of the headquarters, people straightened up. Conversations hushed. Even the rowdiest of members lowered their voices in your presence, bowing their heads respectfully.

To them, you weren’t just Mikey’s wife. You were their queen. Their heart. The one who had fought, bled, and survived alongside them — and who had earned every ounce of their loyalty.

They called you Lady Y/N sometimes, half-teasing but half-reverent. No one dared to cross you — not because you were ruthless — but because they loved you.

Because Mikey loved you.

And what Mikey loved, they protected.

But behind closed doors, when the heavy doors of Mikey’s private quarters clicked shut — the atmosphere changed completely.

The moment you were alone, it was no longer the poised leader and his queen. It was just you and Mikey — raw and real.

Tonight was no different.

You barely had time to kick off your shoes before Mikey pulled you into his arms from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

He clung to you like a lifeline, his body trembling slightly — not from fear, but from the overwhelming relief of having you here, safe, breathing, his.

"You work too hard," you murmured, running your fingers gently through his pale hair.

"I have to," he whispered back, voice low and rough. "For you. For all of this."

You turned in his arms, cupping his face in your hands.

The Mikey the world saw — cold, composed, sometimes merciless — was nothing compared to the man trembling under your fingertips.

His dark eyes shone with emotion he couldn't voice. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing a desperate, almost boyish kiss against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips — like he was afraid you'd vanish if he didn’t remind you, remind himself, that you were real.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered hoarsely, forehead pressed against yours.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing his cheekbone, catching a tear he hadn’t even realized had fallen.

"Never," you promised, sealing it with another soft kiss.

He pulled you tighter against him, resting his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat like it was the only sound that mattered.

In the safety of your shared world, there were no titles. No expectations. No weight of a kingdom on your shoulders.

There was just Mikey. And you. Two battered souls who had fought too hard and bled too much — finally, finally finding peace in each other.

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The room was silent except for the quiet thud of Mikey's heartbeat against yours. His breath was warm on your skin, his arms locked tightly around you as if he'd never let you go again.

You tilted your head slightly, brushing your lips lightly against his forehead, the bridge of his nose — small, almost teasing touches that made his breath hitch.

Mikey pulled back just enough to look at you.

His eyes — normally so unreadable to others — were wide open now, dark and shining with everything he didn’t dare to say aloud.

You barely had time to whisper his name before he closed the distance between you.

His lips found yours in a kiss that was so much more than touch — it was a shuddering, desperate relief. It was home.

At first, it was soft. Gentle.

But as his hands cupped your face, fingers trembling slightly, the kiss deepened. His mouth moved against yours with growing urgency, a slow, hungry need that had been buried for far too long.

He kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of you — the taste of you — like every second wasn’t enough.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, grounding yourself against him as he pressed you back against the nearest wall.

His body caged yours, but not in a way that trapped — in a way that protected.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads still touching, hearts hammering in sync.

He let out a broken little laugh, shaky and low.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip.

"And you," you whispered, "are everything."

He didn’t answer — he didn’t have to. Instead, he kissed you again — slower this time, lingering — like he had all the time in the world now.

Because you were here. You were his.

And he was never letting you go.

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The days after the battle blurred into a soft, golden haze. You stayed close to Mikey — or maybe he stayed close to you — it didn’t matter. Wherever you went, he was there, silent and steady, always reaching for your hand or brushing his fingers against your back when he thought no one was looking.

The world outside was still complicated. Still dark, in some ways. But inside your little bubble, there was only peace.

One morning, a few days after everything, you woke up feeling… different. Strange. Nervous energy buzzed under your skin.

At first, you brushed it off as exhaustion — but when the feeling didn't leave, you found yourself hesitating by the sink, a small, plastic test clutched in your shaking hands.

Minutes ticked by.

The result appeared.

Positive.

You sat down heavily on the bed, staring at the little plus sign. A laugh bubbled up in your chest — half joy, half disbelieving shock.

You didn’t know how long you sat there before the door creaked open and Mikey stepped inside, hair messy from sleep, hoodie hanging off one shoulder.

He rubbed his eyes and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey... why're you up so early, babe?"

You opened your mouth — and then closed it again, overcome by emotion.

Instead, you just held up the test with trembling fingers.

Mikey froze. Blinking once. Twice.

Slowly, carefully, he crossed the room to kneel in front of you.

"Is that...?" His voice cracked on the words.

You nodded, tears blurring your vision.

For a moment, he said nothing — just pressed his forehead against your stomach, arms winding tightly around your waist.

When he finally looked up at you, his eyes were wet too — but there was the brightest, most beautiful smile on his face you'd ever seen.

"You’re... carrying our future," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Our family."

You laughed through your tears as Mikey pulled you into a tight embrace, lifting you slightly off the bed and spinning you around in the air, laughing like a boy who had just been given the whole world.

Behind closed doors, he wasn’t the untouchable leader anymore. He was just yours. Soft, messy, a little broken — but real.

The two of you sat there for a long time, tangled together, already dreaming of a future where laughter filled your halls and tiny feet would run down them.

Finally, finally — after everything you had fought for — you were building something that no one could ever take away.

A life. A home. A forever.

Together.

[dreamescapeswriting]

One Hell Of A Night ~ KTH [MATURE WARNING]

⤜ WORD COUNT: 2.4K

⤜ PAIRING: Taehyung x fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: established relationships, mafia AU (so no one will say anything about him fucking her lmao) SMUT MINORS DNI, public sex, very public, dirty talk, unprotected sex, lots of “good girls”, sloppy kisses, jealous taehyung

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The bass thumped relentlessly, vibrating through the very foundations of the club, your hips moved in perfect time to the music though but Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. Neon lights sliced through the small mist that was in the room. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea. It was a choking hazard waiting to happen in Taehyung's opinion, but it did a good job of painting everything in flashes of electric blue, violet, and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and the undeniable electricity of a Friday night crowd in full swing. 

Taehyung couldn't even remember the last time he'd been out on a night like this, it had to have been years ago but he was here now and he was only here for you. And even though clubs were never his scene, seeing you this happy was worth any discomfort he might have been feeling.

He nursed a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirled it, his usual cold demeanour temporarily thawed as he watched everyone in the club. 

It was as though he'd been on high alert ever since the two of you had arrived here. Telling you to have all the fun you wanted since he would be watching you. His attention was fixed on you on the dance floor, a small smile tugging on his lips as he watched you completely unwind. You were a vision of pure, unfiltered joy, the smile on your face was so large he was almost sure it had to have been hurting your cheeks. 

Your outfit was simple and yet seemed to be capturing everyone's attention inside of the club. The holster top shimmered with each movement, and the gold sequins kept catching the light and drawing every gaze in the room. The mini skirt swayed as you danced, each flow of your hips giving people a show that was meant to be for his eyes only but Taehyung couldn't help but smile.

It was a rare sight, his rugged face softening as he watched you. For you, he was a giant teddy bear, his harsh exterior melting away in your presence. Years ago he had sworn no one would ever be able to turn soft for anyone. Stating that the day that happened hell would surely freeze over and yet here he was. Soft for you and no one else.

This whole night had been entirely your idea, no one could ever convince Taehyung to do something he didn't want to...anyone except for you that was. You'd dragged him out tonight, insisting the two of you needed a break from the shadows of his world and to just relax, even if it was just one night of letting his hair down and dancing...Not that he was doing much of that right now.

But as the minutes ticked by, his smile began to falter. He noticed the way others looked at you, their eyes lingering too long, their intentions clear only making his possessiveness rise within him, his jaw tightening so much you could practically see the vein in his neck twitch.

"Boss..." Ivan, one of his most trusted guards said beside him. His eyes lingered on you as he waited for his boss to give him some kind of order.

"Should I get the miss something else to wear?" Ivan glanced back at Taehyung who shook his head. He'd promised you that you could wear whatever the fuck you wanted because you shouldn't have to cover up because dickheads in the clubs couldn't control themselves.

"She's fine," He bites out the words, his jaw once again ticking as he stares over at you. Completely oblivious to the attention you were attracting with each sway of your goddamn hips.

"She can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight," A small smirk tugged on Taehyung's lips before he downed the rest of his drink, the ice clattering against the glass as he set it down with a firm thud. Ivan watched as his boss slowly rose from his seat and began to make his way over to you.

Taehyung pushed through the throng of bodies, his path clearing effortlessly as people recognized him and stepped aside, muttering to one another as soon as they saw him coming. Noticing that people were starting to take steps away from you, you glanced over and smirked seeing Taheyung making his way to you. Your eyes light up even more as you reached out for him, your fingers brushing his arm, and he catches your hand, pulling you close to him, people staring in complete shock.

No one in their right mind would have imagined Taehyung dancing, especially not in a club like this.

"You feeling okay?" You giggle a little as he pulls your body into him, your hips rocking against him as you feel how hard he is beneath his trousers. Your bodies moved together seamlessly, the heat between you palpable as you rolled your head back to rest on his chest. Taehyung's hands slid around your waist, pulling you against him as they swayed to the rhythm, making sure he ground himself against your ass, letting out a small groan as you smirked up at him. He loved you but he hated that you had so much control over him like this, it was like witchcraft or something.

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, his breath catching on your skin and making your knees buckle ever so slightly.

"You know you're driving me crazy, right?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. His eyes looking down at your shirt and staring at your breasts which were practically popping right out of the top of the shirt. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off and claim you in front of everyone.

Something that wasn't completely uncommon between the two of you, you couldn't count the times you'd had sex publically because he was jealous of people staring at you. And it might have been the reason you invited him out tonight in the first place.

You giggled, your fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck, rolling your hips once more as you smirked at yourself.

"That's the idea," you teased, your breath hitching as he kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone as he let out a low growl making your whole body shiver.

"You think I won't take you in front of everyone, princess?" Your heart started to pick up as you glanced at everyone who was doing their best not to stare in your direction now. Their eyes were downcast as Taehyung smirked to himself, he liked that he had this control over people and it only made public sex with you all the more fun.

"What if I wanted you to?" You breathe out, your whole body heating up not because of how hot the club was.

"You want that princess?" He smirks, his confidence taking over as he runs his fingers down your hips toward your skirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

"You want me to fuck you so hard everyone knows who you belong to?" He asked, his voice low and seductive as you practically turned to putty in his hands, nodding your head frantically.

He moved with a seductive confidence, his hands exploring your curves, his lips never straying far from your skin making you moan out softly as you shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him like this. The music, the lights, the people—they all became secondary to the two of you as you moved in perfect harmony.

"T-Tae...Please," You breathed out, your heart hammering against your chest as he slowly reached up your back, his eyes on everyone around you as he undid the top of your holster top, letting it drop and expose your breasts as he let out a growl.

"No bra?"

"It ruins the top," You giggled before he raked his hands up your chest, sucking on your neck as his hands began to massage and tug on your breasts. Twisting your nipples lightly as a string of soft moans left your throat. You'd needed this ever since you'd gotten dressed earlier that night.

Part of you had dressed the way you had, in hopes he'd force you to stay home and take his cock but this seemed even better in your mind right now.

"You're just asking for it from me, aren't you?" He whispered, his fingers slowly moving from your breasts and down to your skirt, flicking it up before he ran his fingers through your thong, moaning out lowly when he found out just how soaked you were.

"All for me?" He teased, running his fingers lightly over your clit but never enough to give you what it was you wanted. You knew his games, he wasn't going to give in to you until you told him what he wanted to hear from you.

"Always," You whine, grinding your hips onto his fingers as he smirks at you,

"Go on, princess. Get yourself off on my fingers," He urged, applying a tiny bit more pressure to your already sensitive bud and watching as you rocked yourself on his fingers in time to the music that was flowing around you. Your head rolled back against his chest as you continued to grind needily against his touch,

"T-Tae," You moan out, your eyes finding his as he smirked down at you. Completely captivated by the way you were, his eyes never left you as your legs began to shake from the pleasure you were feeling.

"Come for me, princess. Let everyone here know who makes you feel so good." He growls out, his fingers starting to move on your clit, your breathing sporadic as you nodded needily at him.

"Tae...Close," You cry out as your heart begins to pound harder, your legs trembling as you clutched onto his hand to steady yourself, your moans growing louder as your pussy clenched around nothing. Needing something as you whimpered his name out again,

"Come all over my fingers, princess. Make a mess." He orders in your ear, and as if on the command you do that. Coming all over his fingers, your body convulsing as you cried out his name loudly your head in the clouds.

"Good girl," He moans out, reaching his fingers up to his lips as he sucks them clean.

"Panties. Off." He ordered and you wasted no time, kicking them down your legs and kicking them somewhere else, not even paying attention to where they landed just frantic for him to get inside of you.

"Let's give everyone a show, huh? Let everyone know who owns this pretty little cunt." Taehyung bites out, unzipping his pants and freeing himself, the head of his cock already meeting your entrance as he teased himself with just the tip.

You mewled out in impatience, not wanting to be teased with just how needy you wanted him.

"Tae." You hiss out as he continued to only tease you with the head of his dick, earning a chuckle from him.

"You're the only one I'll let boss me around like this, you know that right?" He whispers in your ear, one hand on your hip while the other held his cock at your entrance, the tip pushed into you as you clenched around it.

"You're so fucking needy you're already clenching around my tip, princess." He smirks to himself, looking down between you and at your ass, wanting nothing more than to slam right into you but enjoying this too much. Teasing you until you were begging.

"Taehyung please...P-Please," You cry out, attempting to roll your hips back toward him but to no avail as he pulls away from you.

"Dirty little slut, you just won't fucking don't you?" You nodded at him before he shoved himself inside of you. A loud moan left his throat as he leaned his head down on yours, your moans growing louder than the music at that point.

Without even thinking you started to rock back on his hips, desperate for another orgasm you didn't care how many people watched the two of you.

"Look at you, fucking yourself with my cock," Taehyung moans out smugly, looking at you as you continued to fuck yourself,

"F-Fuck, princess. Just like that," He moans out, his head rolling back, he wanted to last longer for you but there was something about being watched and the way you just took what you wanted from him that drove him wild.

"S-So big," You moan out, running your fingers over your clit as Taehyung began to thrust inside of you. His hips unforgivingly fast as you cry out his name,

"T-Tae," You moan out, holding onto him as he continues to thrust rougher inside of you.

"Let everyone know owns this pretty fucking pussy, princess. Let everyone hear you." He moans out, thrusting into you relentlessly as your cries grow louder.

Your eyes glanced around at the people who watched, frozen in place as you smirked at him. The orgasm building inside of you only grows faster at the thought of everyone seeing you like this and only for Taehyung.

"You like this princess? You like them watching you get fucked while they can't do anything?" Taehyung moans out, replacing your fingers on your clit and moving them in small, quick circles making you squeal at him. Your legs were jelly as you clenched around his cock, earning a loud moan from him.

"Close...s-So fucking close," You cried out as he nodded his head at you,

"I can feel it, princess." He moans out, sweat dripping down his forehead,

"M-me too," He stutters a little as his thrusts getting frantic, unable to stop himself as you cry out loudly.

"S-Shit, I'm gonna cum." You cried out, your fingers digging into his skin leaving marks as you cum around him. Taehyung smirks as he looks up at people in the room, bottoming out inside of you as he finishes inside of you, grunting loudly as you giggle up at him.

"Feel better for that?" You whisper as he straightens you up, watching your thighs as his cum leaks down your skin.

"I am, now that everyone sees who owns you," He chuckles darkly, as he pulls you into his arms, pulling your top back up and covering you, quickly shooting Ivan a look to let him know to get the car so the two of you could go home.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

would you do kiss prompt 39 for carmy 🫶

*I'm not currently taking any more prompts from this list

Prompts: Kissing tears from the other’s face

Warnings: Light angst, a lot of fluff, smooches

"Can I come in?"

His question is preceded by a knock, and you just manage to stave off a shaky laugh. It's absurd—can he come in? It's his restaurant, and his damn walk-in.

Of course, you have been hiding in it for the last ten minutes. You sniffle, scrubbing the back of your hand across your nose, and swipe your tears away.

"Yeah," You call back before clearing your throat and giving your head a small shake. You're fine. You're going to be fine. It was one shitty afternoon—but it was a shitty afternoon in a long line of shitty afternoons. You straighten up as the walk-in opens, then closes behind him.

"You good?" He asks.

"Fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, positive."

"You planning on finishing your shift in here?"

It's half a tease, half a goad, but it tips you over the edge again. You turn away from him, tipping your head into your handa as you fight back a fresh wave of tears.

"I just need a fuckin'—I need a minute," You manage, "Okay?"

You expect to hear the walk-in open and close behind him again, but instead you hear the gentle plodding of Carmy's shoes.

"Hey," He murmurs.

"What."

"Look at me for a second."

"I'm really not in the mood, Carmen."

"I know you're pissed off, but the full name is unnecessary."

Your loose a hiccuping laugh as he grasps your shoulders, turning you to face him. He gently pries your hands away from your cheeks, sighing as he takes in the state of you.

"You been crying this whole time?"

"I wasn't screaming," You mumble. "You would've heard me."

"Kinda prefer it when you scream."

"Weirdo."

"S'not that weird," He argues. "At least if you're screaming, I know where your head's at."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Carm. I can't handle them right now."

"Alright." His hands reach up to cup your cheeks, swiping away tears.

"If you've got onion juice on your hands, Berzatto—"

"It wouldn't matter. You're already crying."

You laugh again, unable to help yourself, and through the blur of your tears, you spot Carmy's smile.

"Thought you weren't in the mood for jokes," He adds.

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh." Carmy crowds a little closer, brushing his lips gently across the kiss tracks trailing over your heated cheeks. You sniffle, leaning into him as he rests his temple against yours.

"I know today is shit, and I know your hands hurt from Ritchie passing you that hot pot—"

"I'm gonna murder him in his fucking sleep—"

"I know that, too, but we need you out there right now."

You sniffle again, nodding.

"Yeah," You mutter, clearing your throat. "Yeah, I know. I'm coming."

"Okay." Carmy tips his head a touch, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You good?"

"I'm good." You raise your hand to cup his cheek, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Let's go."

"That's my girl."

[nar-nia]

the aquarium

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

a little visit to the aquarium with jake. he seems to be more interested in you than in the fishes though... hmm.

~~~

“This fish looks like you.” You giggled, your finger pointing towards a grumpy looking fish, his forehead at least a few centimeters longer than the rest of his face, hovering over his eyes.

“Ha ha,” Jake huffed, his face ironically the same expression as the fish. “You're so funny, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you smirked. “I’m glad you can appreciate my jokes.”

Jake just shook his head, but you could see the corners of his mouth lifting up. Without a word he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the next fishtank.

“That's you.” You followed his finger this time, your eyes meeting a… oh.

“It's so pretty.” You almost whispered, eyes focused on the little shiny fish in front of you.

“It is. I hope you feel bad now.”

You pouted, your shoulder pushing against Jakes. “Come on. It was a joke. I thought you appreciated my humor.”

“I can appreciate it and still make you feel bad,” he shrugged, but there was a smile on his face. “That's how I show my love.”

“Do you.” You couldn't help but smile along as you gave his hand a small squeeze, your head leaning against his shoulder now. “Cute.”

Jake hummed. “Yeah - but how do you show your love?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” Now it was Jakes turn to pout. “My girlfriend insulted me and I didn't even get a kiss to make up for it.”

You couldn't stop the laugh escaping from you, Jakes pout only increasing.

“You're so cute,” you whispered. “Come here.”

You pulled him closer as you softly pressed your lips against his. “Such a big baby.”

“For that statement I want at least a hundred more kisses.” Jakes hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as he looked at you. “I’m waiting, y/n.”

Something about his tone caused small goosebumps on your body, every joke you could have made pulled from your memory. Instead you pulled him closer again, more than ready to deliver his hundred kisses - at least until there was suddenly a group of people walking towards the fishtanks next to you.

“I won't forget about the kisses,” Jake whispered before he pulled you along to the next tank. You just nodded, trying to fight down the blush that was spreading. Not that it was very successful - you tried focusing on the fish, but Jakes hand on your lower back made it hard.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” You looked up to find Jake grinning at you, a knowing look on his face.

“So not. Okay, listen.” He suddenly started a whole rant about finding nemo and his younger self watching it, his hand leaving your back to accentuate what he was saying. This time you paid attention, nodding and humming along while he got more and more excited over his little story. It was adorable.

“And that's why I almost drowned myself in our toilet that day.” Okay, the story wasn't really adorable. But his way of talking was.

“So when did you figure out that diving existed?” You couldn't help but giggle, an arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer while you walked towards the next tank.

“My mom signed me up for diving lessons as soon as she found out what I was trying to do.” Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pressing a small kiss against your forehead. “But I still never saw Nemo or Dori.”

“Oh. That must have been disappointing.”

“It was okay. I saw lots of other cool fish. And besides - my mom used to say it's because they were hiding after Nemos bad experiences.”

You were smiling, your eyes focused on your boyfriend. “That sounds so sweet.”

“She's the best.” Jake gave you another kiss. “But you are too. We should go diving together one day.”

“I find the ocean scary,” you mumbled. “But I’d love to explore it with you.”

Jake was almost lighting up at your words, beaming as you explored the rest of the exhibition together. You took your time, the crowd slowly dying down while you went from tank to tank, exchanging stories of your lives or comments about the fish you saw.

“Should we look at the nocturnal fish or do they make you nervous?”

You shook your head, softly pushing against Jake. “As long as I don't have to swim at night I’m fine with it.”

He grinned as he pulled you towards the next part of the exhibition, the next room suddenly tinted in darkness. All the fish tanks were dimly lit, the only source of lighting in the room, and you instinctively grabbed Jakes hand again to avoid you tripping over your own feet.

“So, are you scared?” Jake probably tried to make his voice sound deep and intimidating, but his chuckles kinda ruined that.

“Terrified,” you still answered as you pulled Jake closer, your head leaning against his shoulder. “Please protect me.”

“I will fight off all the scary fish, y/n.” The smile was more than evident in Jakes voice, and you loved it. You felt his hand wrapping around your waist to maneuver you along the exhibition, all while he whispered some information about the fish you saw. You had to admit that you were impressed - you weren't aware that he had such a big interest in them. But it was adorable, both the way he talked about it all and how you still discovered something new about him from time to time. He had a calmness about him, but you could also feel the excitement that he could share this with you. The number of people in the exhibition became less and less, but the two of you didn't even think about leaving already, the closing time was still far away enough so you could take your time and explore it all.

“So what can you tell me about this fish?” you asked, waiting for an answer from your boyfriend. It was quiet, the silence staying long enough that you finally looked up, checking to see what's wrong. Jake didn't seem to listen, his head moving around while his eyes seemed to search for something. “Jake?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry.” His head almost whipped towards you as he softly nudged you. “What did you say?”

“I wanted to hear fish facts, but you seemed a bit distracted,” you smiled. “What were you thinking of?”

“Just - there are no people around right now.”

“There aren't. Seems like they didn't appreciate your fish facts - which is a shame. I really love them.”

“I love you.” Jake swiftly moved behind you, his arms wrapped around you as he gave the top of your head a gentle kiss. “But I was thinking that now might be the time to claim those kisses you still owe me.”

You let out a yelp when he suddenly pulled you backwards, turning you around again so you were now facing him, his arms still wrapped around you while you stood between him and the wall in a little secluded area.

“Hi,” he grinned, his eyes lingering on your lips. “What do you say?”

“How could I say no to that?” You almost whispered, breath stopping when you felt Jake moving closer, his lips hovering above yours.

“Good.” His voice was deep, but you couldn't focus on that when you felt his lips on your cheek, making their way towards your mouth with no rush. “A hundred, right?”

You tried to shake your head, but Jake caught your face in between his hands, keeping it in place.

“I think I’m right,” he whispered,” and I have no rush for it.”

His lips found their way to your other cheek, softly caressing it before he pressed kisses against them again. You involuntarily held your breath, awaiting every new touch against your skin while your eyes fluttered shut. You could feel Jake smile into his kisses, especially when he finally reached your lips - which made you smile too in return.

“I’m glad you're enjoying this.”

“I love you,” you replied, your hand running through his hair while one of his hands wandered down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched you.

“I love you too.” Jake mumbled against your lips, pressing you closer. “So much.”

“I love you more.” You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss, especially when you could almost feel Jake furrowing his brows.

“No you don't.”

“Yes I do~”

You felt Jakes hands on your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you even closer. “You don't,” his voice sounded in your ear. “Take it back.”

You tried to appear unaffected, not showing that his voice caused goosebumps again as you stared at him, a smirk on your face. “Make me.”

Jake let out a chuckle and seconds later you were pressed against the wall, his lips on your jaw. “At the aquarium? Bold, y/n.”

“I never said you should do it like that. Kidnapping a fish with me would have worked too.” Your laugh got stuck in your throat as you could feel Jakes teeth scraping against your neck, earning another chuckle from him in return.

“As if.”

You didn't bother arguing, both because you wouldn't be convincing anyways and because Jakes lips against your neck slowly took away any logical thought. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, softly pulling on it whenever he decided to gently bite into your skin, causing tiny gasps in return. Your other hand was pinned against the wall behind you, Jakes fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist.

“Not convinced yet?” you heard him mumble against your skin, his eyes moving upwards to meet yours.

“No.” You didn't manage to raise your voice above a whisper, but Jake heard you.

“Of course not. You always want more, hm?”

You tried to make a mental note to disagree with him later, but for now you were too occupied with the feeling of his kisses slowly moving more downwards, his other hand trailing all over your body. “Thought so.”

“I didn't agree,” you replied, but that only resulted in a bite against your collarbones, Jakes smirk showing in his next kiss.

“You didn't disagree either.”

Your boyfriend was a good kisser. Maybe that's what made it so hard to focus on anything right now - if you were able to think normally you would have probably thanked whoever designed this part of the aquarium to be so dark, making you and Jake almost invisible.

“You're always arguing with me.”

“And you love it.” You did, even though you hated admitting it. Especially if it made Jake this smug, his grinning face appearing right in front of yours, startling you.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you answered, slightly annoyed that you sounded more out of breath than he did. “Already getting bored?”

“Of you? Never.” He chuckled. “But there are people coming. Not sure if you would like them witnessing this.”

Again - if you were able to think normally you would have thanked him, taken his hand and pulled him towards the next fishtank. In this state you were in right now you couldn't care less though. You didn't even hesitate to pull Jake closer again, hand tangled in his hair while you kissed him with an intensity that took him by surprise. He stumbled towards you, one leg right in between yours so you were pressed even more against the wall.

“I don't care,” you mumbled against his lips, “I really don't care.”

“Of course you don't.” At first Jake didn't make any effort to stop you, but as the voices grew louder you could feel him slow down the kisses, finally breaking away a bit. You would only have to move your face slightly forward and you could kiss him again, but something about the look in Jakes eyes stopped you from doing exactly that. They looked teasing, full of tension, accompanied by the smirk that crawled back onto his face.

“Think you can handle waiting for a minute?”

You huffed as you punched against his shoulder, but your eyes never stopped looking at each other. “Can you?”

He didn't answer, his eyebrow cockily raised as you could hear the group of people passing by.

“Ssh.” You fully expected him to simply press his finger against your mouth but instead he was tracing your lips, drawing along the shape. You could feel the goosebumps all over your body, fighting down the shivers to not attract any attention. The urge to slap the smirk off Jakes face was big, you just didn't know yet if it should happen with a kiss or an actual slap - and you felt like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Quiet,” he whispered again, his expression still not changing. “Or do you want to be caught?”

You huffed, waiting a total of two seconds as the voices grew more quiet before you pressed your lips onto Jakes again, bodies leaving no room for air in between you. Maybe the answer to that was a yes.

You didn't know how long this had been going on, Jakes kisses stealing away any awareness of time and place, when suddenly a loud voice rang through the place. Jake and you almost jumped apart, eyes ripped wide open when the voice declared that the aquarium would close in half an hour.

“A speaker,” Jake chuckled. “Just a speaker.”

You just stared at him, needing a second to process this information, but then you also broke out into a giggle.

“I thought we were gonna get kicked out.”

“I mean - we are in a way.” He pulled you closer again, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips - one that was over far too quickly. “Come on.”

He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you through the exhibition, quickly checking out the fishtanks you hadn't seen yet. You couldn't fight down the grin that was spreading on your face - at least until you entered the entrance area and caught a look of Jakes face. He had a deep blush on his cheeks, his eyes shortly running down your body before his steps sped up, almost dragging you out of the aquarium.

“Are you okay?” You were out of breath again when he finally stopped two streets further, eyebrows scrunched in confusion when he suddenly burst out laughing and leaned against a wall.

“I fear I might have been a bit too eager kissing you,” he managed to get out.

You stared at him, realization slowly dawning on you. “Jake Sim, if you're meaning to tell me I have marks on my skin-” You huffed, punching against his shoulder. “Don't tell me that's what you mean.”

“In my defense,” Jake started, rubbing his shoulder with a pouty look on his face,” they suit you very well.”

“I can't believe this.” You sighed. “We have a dinner reservation in what - 30 minutes? I can't cover them that quickly.”

“Maybe I don't want you to.” That earned Jake a second punch, his pout only growing bigger. “Stop punching me.”

“You deserve it.”

“Come onnn,” he whined, pulling you closer at your hips. “You look pretty.”

“People will stare at me.”

Jake gave you another quick kiss before he put his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for you. “You look gorgeous, they would stare anyway. But if you're too uncomfortable I will cancel the reservation and we can just order some takeout.”

“I love you,” you mumbled. “It's fine, I will just ignore them.”

“I will protect you,” Jake smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, a kiss pressed against your forehead before you continued your way towards the restaurant.

“My hero,” you giggled. “I hope you had fun today.”

"Oh, I did." I’m thinking that we should continue this later.”

You huffed, softly smiling as you looked at him. “If you're ready to get up 20 minutes earlier tomorrow morning to cover all those marks for me, sure.”

“Anything for you.”

You would have kissed him - but if you did you would have probably missed your reservation. So you held back, instead settling for a simple peck before you continued your way.

~~~

guess who's back... lol. This took forever and i'm so sorry that i suddenly disappeared, but life kicked my butt for a while. but i am back and i plan for it to stay that way! so here's a little story to celebrate my (hopefully successful) comeback to tumblr. please let me know your thoughts and opinions 🩷

permanent taglist: @suneonu @soobin-chois @sjyuniverse @taekbokki

[hannie-dul-set]

for reverse harem hell ‼️ taerae or leehan .......

[about time]. kim donghyun clocked it the moment jaehyun introduced you to their volunteer group— a pleasant demeanor, a smile that says you’re happy to be here— that the mere addition of your presence is going to cause some…problems.

“guys, say hello! she’ll be joining us in the program management committee from now on!”

he clocked it. how jaehyun kept insisting on being the one to introduce you to everyone. on being the one to show you around the office. he clocked how sungho’s nervous awkwardness has gone far beyond the levels of normal whenever he has to lift boxes, print papers with you. he clocked all of it.

he clocked how two weeks in, riwoo suddenly started inviting you over to their usual lunch runs as a pair. he clocked how taesan’s initial protests against having you around suddenly became less and less, and how his same age friend’s ears would start blushing amidst complaining that he has to work with you in designing the event entrance.

“if you don’t want to work with her, i could—”

“you’re just gonna end up ruining the whole thing.”

“that’s not true!”

“hey, i was assigned first. you can’t just—”

leehan shakes his head and clicks his tongue. this is bad. this is troublesome. the only person being normal around you is woonhak, but then again, he is six years old (he’s not). he probably doesn’t even know what it means to have a crush on a girl.

it’s not that leehan is against having you around. in fact, it’s pretty funny watching his friends make a bunch of fools out of themselves because of you. it’s his new form of entertainment seeing jaehyun race to the door before anyone else just so he can open it for you. it’s very funny seeing riwoo miss his mouth when trying to eat because you walked into the room with sparkles all around you.

“donghyun-ah.”

but as funny as it is to be a simple witness-slash-bystander to all this lovefoolery, leehan doesn’t want to suffer the same fate as his friends.

“the kids keep fighting. do you wanna work together instead?”

the question catches him off guard. you extend your offer with earnest eyes. there’s a protest from taesan. from jaehyun. but maybe this would be for the best just to spare his friends from any more humiliation. 

“sounds good to me.”

it’s not like he’s gonna develop a crush on you too. right?

“let’s go check the storage for some extra supplies.”

wrong.

“sure thing.”

maybe leehan shouldn’t have underestimated your charm. it was just about time that he’d end up falling for you, too. literally and figuratively.

he should’ve clocked the cliche setting, the predictable mood— two people, a small and crowded room, a box a little too far out of reach. the door shuts behind you two with a click, the barest of light leaking into the room from the cracks in the door. it was a perfectly orchestrated shojou moment just lying in wait, and leehan completely failed to clock it.

crash!

“uhm, do you mind…getting off me, donghyun…?”

boxes cascade down, documents flutter all over, and the only thing that leehan is thinking right now— while his widened eyes are staring down into your equally flustered irises, sheepish smile flushed with embarrassment— is one, singular word: shit. 

shit, indeed. the only thing stopping him from completely collapsing into you are his arms spaced on either side of your face, rapidly losing strength with the same rhythm as his heartbeat because shit. well, shit. you’re a little too close. it’s a little too hot. and he should’ve clocked all of this happening from the moment you two stepped into the room— no. from the moment jaehyun introduced you to the team months ago.

“donghyun…?”

it was just about time for him to see you in the same light as everyone else has. leehan just happened to be a little late to clock it.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [jaehyun]

[jerzwriter]

OK, it took a little over two months, but I actually finished a fic request list, and as someone with far too many items in my inbox, I'm proud of this! lol What better way to end than with "One Bed Fic Prompts" than with Merida, Olivia, and Casey on a road trip? II hope you enjoy it!

Book: Open Heart Pairings: Ethan x Merida (MC); Bryce x Oliva (F!OC); Tobias x Casey (F!MC) Rating: Teen Trope: There's Just One Bed! Words: 1,175 Summary: Merida, Olivia, and Casey's weekend adventure is off to a rainy start, but they always manage to find their own sunshine.

A/N: Based on the prompts below from @storyofmychoices. Also, participating in @choicesaugustchallenge Prompt 14 - Road Trip. Merida belongs to the amazing @lilyoffandoms and Olivia belongs to the wonderful @storyofmychoices. It was fun to write for our girls again!

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Merida always knew how to play it cool. As the rain hammered on the roof of their car, she convinced Olivia and Casey that she had it totally under control. They never suspected that she had been white-knuckling it the whole time and was the most relieved of all when she saw the small motel they were staying in overnight in the distance.

The Snugglin' Inn looked nothing like it did online. The -g was missing from the neon sign flickering ominously in the night. Its garish pink light reflected in the dozens of little lakes that had formed in the potholes in the parking lot. But after hours on the road in treacherous conditions, the women were willing to stay anywhere... except for maybe Olivia.

“Are you sure this is the place?” she asked nervously.

“Yep, this is it!” Merida smiled. “Rustic charm! Just like the website said!”

"Ah,” Casey said, stretching her arms over her head. “If by charm they mean probably haunted, then yeah, no false advertising claim here! But as long as our room is dry... I’ll fight off the resident ax murderer for one night."

“You don’t really think there’s an ax murderer,” Olivia swallowed. “Do you?”

“Of course there is,” Merida winked. “All motels in Pennsylvania have one. Didn’t you know?”

Casey nodded in agreement. "Yep, state code!"

They rushed to the trunk to grab their bags, then dashed to the tiny lobby dripping wet. The clerk barely glanced at them as she handed over a room key while half-heartedly warning about the air conditioner being on the blink. Normally, faulty air conditioning would be enough to make Casey sleep in the car, but between the rain and talk of murderers, she was eager to get to their room.

“What’s the likelihood that this place has room service?” Olivia asked as they made their way down the outside corridor, her stomach growling.

“About as likely as it is to have comfortable beds,” Merida chuckled.

“Hey,” Casey laughed. “These places are known for being rented by the hour... the beds are what they’re all about.”

“You would know that,” Olivia grinned as Merida pushed the door open.

"Well, this is cozy," Merida said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she tossed her bag onto the bed. The sole queen-sized bed in the tiny room.

Olivia looked around, nervously biting her lip. "Uhm, where are the other beds?"

"There aren’t any," Casey sighed. “It’s OK. One of us can sleep in the bathtub.”

“No one is sleeping in the bathroom; that’s ridiculous!” Merida insisted. “Have you not seen Psycho? No one goes in the bathroom! If we have to pee – do it in the corner of the room.”

“We probably wouldn’t be the first ones to do that,” Casey observed.

“Guys! Are you sure we should stay here?” Oliva worried.

“We’ll be fine,” Casey assured. “It’s just a night.”

Ever practical, Merida was already looking for solutions to the sleeping arrangements. “If we push the bed against the wall, that should prevent at least one of us from falling onto the floor. It might be a little crowded, but it will do.”

"Crowding is inevitable,” Casey smiled. "But we’re all friends, and it’s not like this is the first time we’ve had to share a bed. Remember the time we stayed at that place in The Berkshires?"

Merida couldn’t help but giggle at the memory. "You mean the time you woke up spooning Olivia, and she nearly had a stroke?"

"Hey, I was asleep! I can’t control what I do in my sleep," Casey defended, although her playful grin betrayed her. "Besides, Olivia was fine with it. Being spooned by Casey is kind of a badge of honor!”

"She’s not wrong," Olivia blushed.

After changing quickly, they all settled into bed with Casey in the middle, Merida against the wall, and Olivia on her other side.

“If I fall on the floor during the night, do you think I’ll catch anything contagious?” Oliva asked.

“Liv,” Merida said pointedly. “We're all doctors. Even if you do, we should be able to cure you.”

Just as they were beginning to get comfortable, Merida’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it and rolled her eyes.

"It's Ethan. Look what he sent me.”

“Again? What does he mean again?” Olivia asked. “He never bailed us out before!”

Merida and Casey exchanged sheepish grins, and Oliva was too frightened to ask.

“Tell Ethan to bite me!” Casey laughed. “Tobias would bail us out in a heartbeat. In fact, he’s probably home looking forward to it right now.”

“Speaking of Tobias,” Olivia smiled, handing Casey her phone from the nightstand beside her.

“Oh, my husband thinks he has jokes,” Casey chuckled, showing her friends her phone.

“He's calling me an octopus! He's seriously like an octopus! I mean it! Those arms go everywhere."

Merida let out a groan. “For the love of God, Casey... if you start talking about your sex life, I will make you sleep in the bathtub with the ax murderer... and I might sharpen his ax."

"Well, tell Tobias not to get too jealous," Olivia giggled. "We’re just here to sleep, not to, you know..."

“Speak for yourself,” Merida laughed, playfully pawing her friend. "You never know what kind of mischief we'll get into!"

Olivia’s phone vibrated next. “It’s Bryce!” She beamed, handing her phone to Casey. “My boyfriend has a warning for you.”

“You know our three idiots are sitting in Donahues Googling memes, believing themselves to be much funnier than they actually are!" Merida insisted.

But Casey didn't hear her; she was too busy shaking her head in righteous indignation. “You spoon a person one time!” She lamented. “One time! I don’t know how I got this reputation!”

“Really?” Merida chortled. “We could give you examples, but I'd like to do other things this weekend, and that would take all our time!"

“Yeah,” Oliva laughed as Casey feigned horror.

“Et tu, Brute!”

With that, Merida hopped over her friends, pushing Casey against the wall and leaving Olivia sandwiched in the middle.

“Hey, what are you doing!” Olivia hollered.

“Tell Bryce you’re safe from Casey on this trip,” Merida laughed, holding her from behind. “But not from me.”

“Hey!” Olivia blushed.

“Sorry! I can't let Casey be the only one with the depraved reputation!" She teased.

Olivia and Merida turned to Casey as she giggled in delight.

“What are you laughing at?" Olivia asked.

“Since Merida is spooning you, I told Tobias I'm forking you. Of course, he wants photos!"

“He wants photos?” Merida chided. "Give me your phone. I’ll give him a photo!"

The friends descended into giggles as they recalled stories, blissfully unaware of their less-than-perfect surroundings. By the time they finally fell asleep, daw was already starting to break, and before they knew it, Merida's alarm went off.

Casey groaned as she snuggled closer to Olivia. "Can we delay getting up for a few more minutes, please?"

"I'm with Casey," Olivia mumbled, resting her head on Merida's shoulder.

Merida shook her head with a grin. "Fine," she said, setting the alarm for fifteen minutes later and then getting back under the cover with her friends. "This is actually kind of nice."

Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I think so too."

"Best road trip ever," Casey yawned. "Now, back to sleep!"

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Tagging others separately.

[a-slut-for-smut]

“No. Stay like this. And watch.”

Utahime gasps from the intensity of his grip and his eyes on her body from the mirror, an aching heat shooting straight to her core.  

“Why does it always have to be a fight with you when you want it so bad, Senpai?” Gojo rasps huskily in her ear, hands assaulting her body.

His words ignite a challenge within her she can’t suppress as she tries to elbow him but he’s too quick; gripping a wrist with each hand and pressing them against the mirror above the sink.  

“No. Stay like this. And watch.” He orders roughly, as if a threat.

@nsfwgoutaweek2023 Day 1 - 4 "Lingerie", "Mirror", "Semi-public/Pubilc" and "Dom/Sub"

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Gojo shoves his way through the crowd when a hand suddenly grasps his and leads him away with purpose.  As they break away from the crowd, Utahime turns to him.

“There’s a bathroom attendant, we’re going to pretend we’re not together so you go first, leave the door unlocked and I'll follow when they’re not looking.”  

Gojo nods dumbly at the plan of attack, not arguing when Utahime shoves him in the back of the line for the bathroom.  The lighting is dim and music blaring, the bustle of people going in and out made the perfect cover for nefarious activities.  Utahime, exceedingly impatient when drinking, decided to use this to her advantage.  Bringing her right hand under his sports jacket, her fingers begin to possessively trace his abdomen just above his belt buckle.  When he begins to turn to face her, she pinches his side, hard. 

“Face fucking forward, kouhai.  And don’t make a fucking sound. Understand me?”  She hisses lowly in his ear, which is not much of an effort now due to her heels.  Gojo dumbly nods once more, frozen in his tracks as she continued her ministrations.

Her hand glides down to his crotch, her fingers caressing the outline of his growing erection but when she begins to thumb the head of his cock through his pants, a soft, whiny whimper escapes his lips.  She brings her own lips back to his ear; breath hot, tone husky.

“Have I ever told you what a tasty-looking snack you are?  One I just want to unwrap, lick up and down and shove straight into my mouth?” She begins to apply more force with her hand, practically cupping him. “Sometimes- when it’s so good, so delicious, I forget to bite- i just have to swallow it completely whole .”

Gojo did his best to muffle a strained groan, biting his bottom lip-  it was too much, she was too much.  There was no way he was going to last.

She pulled her hand back as they approached the front of the line, adding a few inches of distance between them.  There was a row of ten private washrooms, plenty to accommodate their needs while not drawing attention to them.  Luckily, the next occupant leaving was the end one closest to the exit and furthest from the bathroom attendant.  Gojo moved inside, closed the door and waited.  The washroom had a counter and small sink, the entirety of the wall above it mirrored glass with the toilet on the adjacent wall facing the door.  It wasn’t big but wouldn’t be overly cramped for two people.  

Upon that thought, the door wildly swings open and slams shut, Utahime sliding the bolt in place before turning and leaning her back against the door, openly leering at him.  

“Hello gorgeous. Been waiting long?” She asks with a wicked grin. 

He only has a chance to lick his lips before she marches straight up and grabs his jacket lapels, swinging him bodily into the door and kisses him roughly, fisting and tugging his hair back to expose his neck so she can drag her tongue up the side of his neck, eliciting a helpless, hearty moan from him.  Fuck, she really knew how to turn him on.   

Her fervor leaves him breathless; part of him doesn’t want her to stop but the other part knows this will be over far quicker than he wanted if she kept it up.  He needed her to know how much she turned him on, how much he missed her this past week, just how much he needed to bury his aching cock inside her.

With that thought galvanizing him, he surges forward, pushing her back towards the sink.  She stumbles backwards but he grasps her by the waist and whirls her to face the mirror; his body bending her over and pressing her hips into the counter, shamelessly grinding his erection against her.  

She protests, trying to twist in hold but he’s not having any of it; roughly yanking her dress and bra down to the waist, exposing her modest yet supple breasts to a vicious assault from his palms and fingers.  

She gasps from the intensity of his grip and his eyes on her body from the mirror, an aching heat shooting straight to her core.  

“Why does it always have to be a fight with you when you want it so bad, Senpai?” he rasps huskily in her ear, hands assaulting her body.

His words ignite a challenge within her she can’t suppress as she tries to elbow him but he’s too quick; gripping a wrist with each hand and pressing them against the mirror above the sink.  

“No. Stay like this. And watch.” He orders roughly, as if a threat.

She looks up at him through the mirror- It’s that same expression as before, a hauntingly raw darkness that glaze over his eyes.  She swallows; her body surprisingly and willingly relaxing under the intensity, the hunger in his eyes.  There was no question- Gojo Satoru meant business and while she’d never admit it, it fucking thrilled her. She finds herself nodding once, body tingling with anticipation.

Gojo with a satisfied smirk, trails his hands down her arms and back to her breasts, rolling her nipples as he kneaded them roughly.  She whimpers pathetically when he pinches them, hard, before tracing down her sides to her hips, giving her buttocks a firm and appreciative squeeze.  Her legs widen her stance on instinct, a desperate welcome for what’s to come.  

Gojo can’t help but indulge himself; lifting the hem of her dress to above her hips, revealing a tiny black lace thong, beautifully contrasted against her alabaster skin.  

“Did you wear this just for me, Senpai? Because I like it. A lot.” He murmured in appreciation.  His fingers trace the material from back to front, his fingers grazing where she desperately ached for him.

“Fuck, these are fucking drenched.  They must be so uncomfortable for you…let me help you take them off” as he slides them down her legs.

Utahime knows she’s sopping wet; she so fucking aroused it’s almost painful, she needed him, and she needed him right fucking now . 

He’s dropped his trousers and boxers, now lifting his shirt off, knowing she loves to look at his body when her impatience gets the best of her.  

“Stop fucking teasing and fuck me already, you fucking whore !” she hissed and turned her head but gasped when he wrenched her head back to facing the mirror.  

“I said fucking watch.  Your eyes don’t leave the mirror, understand?” He hissed back, echoing her earlier sentiments.  “And no fucking screaming, I don’t want to be interrupted.” With that said he abruptly sheaths himself to the hilt with a satisfied grunt, hands gripping on her hips hard enough to leave marks as he swiftly takes her with reckless abandon. 

FUCK. It had been too long since he had her, been inside her, along with the teasing all night he knew he wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to have her come at least once before he did.

Utahime's mouth drops open in a soundless scream; the sheer rapture from his rhythm and force is blinding but she can’t bring herself to tear her eyes away at the beauty of him.  He’s biting his lip, face twisted in pure pleasure as he takes her, the roll of his hips hypnotic.  His grip bruising and bringing her hips back with every forward thrust; she couldn’t withstand it for much longer. God he was so deep, he was so fucking deep she keened mentally before falling apart completely, sharply gasping for air.  

Gojo marvels at the arresting sight the mirror offers him; her hands splayed against the surface, fingers curling from tension, breasts sway in tune with his thrusts as her pendant necklace swings wildly like a pendulum, only serving to accentuate the exquisitely tantalizing motion. But all of that paled in comparison with her face, her lovely lovely face- it was the absolute embodiment of pure ecstasy.  

It was all too much for his many eyes to take in at once; a strained groan forcing its way out his throat.  He can’t stop himself from babbling; he’s lost, so utterly lost in the sheer magnificence of her.

“Fuck Utahime, already? You wanted my cock that badly huh? Fuck , i missed you, god you feel so fucking good, oh fuck I’m gonna come…I’m gonna fucking come….!”

His desperate words set fire to her veins; breaking through the fog of euphoria surrounding her mind. She grits her teeth and pushes off the mirror with all her strength, effectively making him slip out and stumble backward against the wall.

“What the fu-” he stammers at first, only to cry out in shock when she slammed her throat down the entirety of his cock, her lips kissing his pelvis. His head snapped backward in response, cracking his skull against the wall.  Gojo saw stars from both pain and pleasure; cursing and moaning and gasping her name over and over as she sucked the ever loving soul out of his dick while harshly fondling his scrotum- but she delivered the final fatal blow when she started humming; a merciless finish as he succumbed to the hopeless struggle.

He burst down her throat with the fury of a tsunami; shouting and panting harshly, hips jutting forward uncontrollably, unable to breathe let alone think as she greedily guzzled down everything he had to offer.  

The searing intensity of his climax had his ears ringing and vision going white; his knees felt like they were about to buckle, his hands gripping and leaning heavily on the back of her head and shoulder.  He had no idea how long it took him to recover; but when he came back into his body he was vaguely aware of her mouth still on him, tongue adoringly cleaning and licking up his shaft pressed against her cheek when she shifted to taking each testicle in her mouth.  

Fuck , the things he felt for this woman.  He needed to show her.  How much he adored her.  How much she fucking meant to him.

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it gets wilder and steamier from here on, you can read the rest here 😇