#I got sick of colors like an hour ago so I'm done now

[blessedbucky]

we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us! (part 2)

pairing: autistic!satoru x suguru x autistic!reader

word count: 6k!

summary: a glimpse into the time before tokyo

tags: autistic!reader, autistic!satoru, bisexual!reader, bisexual!suguru, ableism, internalized ableism, mentioned child abuse, mentioned bullying, mentioned homophobia

beautiful people who asked to be tagged 💕: @ichikanu, @iceheartsice, @anders-is-being-a-simp-again

author note: i'm not going to stay this every single chapter, but just as a reminder, autism is a spectrum! i was a late in life diagnosis. like, i literally got diagnosed two-ish years ago at 30. so, i don't know what it was like to live a childhood with an actual diagnosis. i know, for most parents, their kid getting a diagnosis isn't the end of the world. i've done a lot of research on how autism is received in japan and it's a lot of mixed reviews. i can only imagine that living in a super tiny town isn't easy for anyone seen as "other" (LGBT, neurodivergent, sorcerers in regards to the JJK world). so, yeah, there's my disclaimer!

translation note: jiheishō is the japanese term for autism

oops done forgot to link part one

oops part duex here's the ao3 link

[SIX.]

“Jiheishō?”

Oh. There’s that word again.

Mother took you on another trip to the special doctor that’s all the way in the city. It takes a long, long time to drive there. Two hours, Mother said, when you asked. You wanted to ask her if she remembered how many times you’ve been to the doctor, but you can only ask one question on special doctor days. Mother has been really sad. You don’t want to make her sadder because you ask lots of stupid questions.

Is Father this sad, too? You wish that you could hug him like you do Mother, but you don’t see him a lot. He doesn’t like to talk to you as much anymore. He must be tired. He’s a farmer and works really hard. You were really happy when he came with you and Mother to the special doctor once.

“Absolutely not!” Father’s voice is loud. You drop your crayon because you got spooked. You’re outside with crayons and the special paper that’s colorful and feels really nice on your fingers. Before you went home, the special doctor let you take all your drawings home. “That’s what that quack came up with?! And you accepted that?! We spent all our money for that?!”

“Dear, please,” Mother says in that way that means she’s crying now. You want to go hide. It’s because of you. “Don’t you think this is the best outcome? We were scared that she had some kind of brain injury! The doctor said that the things that she’s been seeing are imaginary friends, that’s all. She has poor emotional regulation and an overactive imagination, so if we teach her what she can and can’t say—”

“What do you mean better?!” There’s a loud bang that makes you jump. “If she was sick in the head in some other way, we could medicate her! How do we treat this, huh?! What are we supposed to tell people? Do you know the position this puts us in now? This is an embarrassment on both our families! Our daughter will be no better than that Geto boy!”

Father is really, really, really mad. He’s super loud, too. It makes your head hurt more. The hospital had a lot of people, was really bright, and there was so much noise. You don’t know how, but you hurt Mother and Father, and that makes your heart hurt worse than your head. You guess this is because of what the doctor said. He said what was wrong with you, even if you didn’t know what it meant. Before he could tell you what it means, Mother said that she and Father would talk to you about it. She said that it wasn’t the doctor’s place.

You’re dumb. You should’ve known you hurt her when she got in the car after leaving the doctor and cried a long time.

Too scared to be seen by Father right now, you decide to leave. If he sees you, he’ll keep yelling, and you’ll cry. This might make him happier, anyway. He says that he wants you to be more normal. Normal boys and girls go play, right? You don’t have people friends, but you don’t think that matters. You just have to be gone from home until the sun sets. If Father asks where you went, it won’t be a lie to say you were playing with friends.

You walk along the rock road between farms to get to the forest where the river lives. No one waves to you like they do Mother and Father. You know they think you’re weird because your classmates think it, too. It’s not your fault that you have different friends than them. You think they’re jealous that they don’t have as many as you.

Oh!

There are special animals!

Just as they’re about to fly away in the forest, you see a big group of them. These ones look like cute squids!

If you think really hard and call for them like you see classmates do with cats or dogs then the special animals will come see you, but these don’t. “Wait!” They don’t hear you, either. They’re too far away. So, you give chase. You want to touch them and hold them like nothing else. You know it’s mean, but you’ve never seen special animals as cute as these before!

Will these feel like real squid or cooked? You hope it’s real squid. That would be so cool! Maybe you haven’t ever touched a real one, but you have eaten squid, and you hate it. It’s so gross inside your mouth that you throw up whenever Mother makes it. Not even takoyaki can make it better.

You’re on the side of the river when you catch up with the squids. You almost get bonked on the head by something. They’re all dropping stuff on the ground. Fruits and vegetables. They’re dirty and have fur on the end that Father told you were roots. It’s like the squid stole them from the farms. The squids hover in the air, even if they dropped their food. You take the chance to leap up and grab one of them.

You’re squealing at how slimy the squid feels when someone shouts, “Hey!”

All the rest of the squids float over to a boy that’s stomping out of some bushes. You know this boy. He’s the tallest in your class, but also the skinniest. His black hair is at his shoulders and messy. He’s the very first in your class to lose a tooth. He’s making a mean face, so you can see the hole in his teeth. This is Geto Suguru and he’s the only other person in class that people don’t like, though you don’t know why since no one talks to you.

“Let my squid go!” Geto shouts.

Your eyes widen. “You can see them, too?!”

“Yeah. Just like you can, I guess.” Geto walks to stand in front of you and yanks the squid you’re squeezing. “You’re not allowed to eat any of these! This is my food, and these are my squids!”

You’re confused. “Are those regular squids? Do regular squids fly? You only eat regular squids, right?”

Geto squints his eyes at you. “Are you stupid?” He shakes his head. “No. Ocean squids can’t fly. I’m talking about the ghosts.”

“Ghosts?” You tilt your head, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. Suddenly, a black hole opens next to Geto’s head, and a new special animal comes out. This one looks like a really big, ugly fly with teeth and eyes. You have seen these kinds around before. “That’s a ghost? I thought those are special animals.”

Another black hole opens. This special animal has a mushroom-shaped head with a little body and wings. “How does that even look like an animal, dummy? Most of them don’t look like the squids.”

“I know that!” Your cheeks puff out. You’re not dumb. He is! Ugh. Why did you think that he would be different than the rest of your classmates? Everyone calls you stupid! “I call them that because they come when I do. It’s like other kids and their pets. I can do the…the…psst, psst, psst thing.”

Geto finally loses the angry face. Now, he’s confused like you were before. “Huh? You mean…they listen to you?” He points at the bruise on his cheek. “I have to fight them before I can eat them. After I eat them, then they listen to me.”

“You eat them?”

“You don’t?”

“No!”

Maybe you are stupid, but so is he. The two of you stand there and look at each other while you think hard about what you learned. You can both see the invisible things that no one else can. Are there other people like you and him? There has to be! And they all are special because you and Geto are. They come when you call. Geto eats them.

At the same time, you both shout at each other, “Show me!”

“Whoa.” Geto holds his hand out to let you touch the black ball that he turned the ghost animal into.

It took you and him walking up and down the river to find a ghost animal that wasn’t already his pet. He watched with wide eyes and a mouth dropped open as you clapped and called to make the ghost animal come to you. Geto wanted to fight it, but you told him that he didn’t need to do that because it wasn’t going to hurt either of you now. You know that they can be mean when they don’t know the other person, but they don’t fight you.

Then, you were the excited one as you watched Geto show his power. It was bright, but it was so cool that you didn’t even care about that. It’s kind of like the special ghost turned into ashes, just breaking apart before it spun in circles, and it finally formed into a little black ball that Geto now holds.

“That was so pretty!” You’re so excited that you’re waving your arms. “It was so cool, too!” His cheeks are red. He looks away when he pushes the ball in your face. Grinning, you reach for it, but instead of getting to feel the ball, your hand goes through it and lands on his hand. “Oh.” You poke his hand. “Aw, it didn’t work.”

“Eh?” Geto blinks. He pulls his hand away, making sure that his ball didn’t go away completely, and it didn’t. He curls his hand around it over and over. “I guess only I can do it.”

You nod. “That makes sense. Just like only I don’t get hurt by them.”

“But we can both make them do what we say.”

“No,” you stretch the word out. “Um, it’s weird. They don’t see me unless I call for them. And I can make them not hurt me or anyone else and…stay there. But that’s kinda it, really.” You rock back and forth. “I guess I just make them not angry.”

Geto looks at you for a long time without saying anything.

It starts bothering you, getting stared at. You ask, “What is it?”

“Will you help me get bigger ones? You don’t have to do anything but make them be quiet like you did here,” Geto says. “It’s hard for the little ones to get bigger food for me.”

“Why don’t you ask grown-ups to get bigger food for you if the ghost animals can’t?”

Geto kicks some rocks into the water. He doesn’t look at you anymore. “Because I’m not asking for any of that food, dummy.”

“But…that’s stealing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what else to do,” Geto whispers. “My folks don’t give me food.”

You’re the one that doesn’t say anything for a long time. That makes your heart hurt. Parents are supposed to feed their kids, aren’t they? Sometimes, yours don’t, but that’s because your body is being bad. Mother works hard to make meals and you don’t appreciate that when your body makes you throw up the gross feeling food.

Would Mother and Father let Geto eat instead of you? Geto would probably like Mother’s food more than you. But…no. Father says that he doesn’t like Geto. He thinks that Geto is weird, too. Father might get even madder at you if you tell him that you and Geto are friends.

Kids are supposed to eat. It’s really, really important, your teachers say when you don’t want to eat lunch for the day. That would make it okay if Geto takes some food, right? Farms are big, anyway. Some animals go digging for food. You know that because Father said so. What’s different between a deer and a ghost animal taking food?

“You have to pay me for it,” you finally say.

Geto nods excitedly. “Anything!”

You hold out a hand to him. “I’ll help you if you be my friend.”

[FOURTEEN.]

“You’ve been crying.”

When Suguru cups your cheek and wipes at the tear stains with his thumb, you shrug him away. Not because you don’t want to be touched, but because you don’t want to dwell on what caused said tears. “I brought takoyaki,” you mumble as you slip your backpack off your shoulder. “Had to take a bite, but I know you don’t care about the germs.” Said takoyaki balls are wrapped in a napkin that you pass over to him.

“I almost don’t want to out of spite,” Suguru mutters under his breath.

“Then what? Should I throw it away? They’ll check the trash or check the yard to see if I buried it.” Hugging your knees to your chest, you put your forehead against your knees. “Eat it, please. I just want this whole ordeal to be over, okay?”

“Aren’t you too old for them to be forcing you to sit at the table?” Suguru keeps complaining as he digs into the takoyaki balls with gusto. He tries to be casual about it, but you’ve been best friends for almost ten years. You know when his parents haven’t been letting him eat.

“Aren’t you too old to be asking these stupid questions?” You turn your head to the side to quietly study him. It was nearing midnight when he came knocking on your window. The makeup from the day has rubbed off, so you can see the ugly bruise yellowing on his cheek. “Aren’t you too old to be hanging out with the weird chick? You know it makes their mood worse when they hear I made a scene.”

Suguru chuckles darkly. “They’d find another fuckin’ reason to get pissed off, trust me.”

“How’d we end up with the shittiest parents in this stupid village?”

“Everyone has secrets. They’re cruel to their children, to their spouses, to each other. Just like you and I do, they have their masks, but word gets around. You just don’t pay attention.” He reaches over to flick your exposed nose. “Did you hear about what happened with Endo Iyo’s father? His mistress from a village over showed up on their doorstep, saying she’s pregnant with his child.”

“Eh? No wonder she was such a cunt at school today.”

Suguru laughs quietly. “You’re awful, Squid.”

“Says the person that’s dishing out the gossip.”

“Okay, you got me there.” Suguru stabs the last takoyaki ball with his skewer. Before he takes a bite, he asks, “I’m surprised you’re not saying worse about her. Do you want to talk about what happened today? I heard that you and Endo got into a screaming match in the girls’ locker room.”

“All the mean shit that I had to say about her, I said to her face.” He snickers but stops when you go on to explain, “She was talking about doing mean things to you.” You fiddle with the hem of your sleeve. “I overheard her and all her little friends scheming. She said that when we start high school, she’s going to pretend to confess her love for you. She said that you’re such a desperate loser that you’d accept.”

Suguru doesn’t have much to say about that. He tosses the napkin away. You watch as, one by one, he licks the sticky residue of takoyaki sauce away from his fingers. He’s staring at you thoughtfully while he does. For some reason, it leaves you flustered, so you duck your head back down.

“Is that what upset your parents?” You nod miserably. “That was sweet, Squid, but you didn’t have to go through that for me. I know you hate to yell. But…you didn’t think that I would believe her if she said something like that, did you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Or…maybe you’d use her like she wanted to use you. We’re at that age, y’know. I hear guys talk about getting a hand up girls’ skirts and stuff.”

Suguru groans loudly. You glance over at him and he’s so disgusted that it makes you huff in amusement. “How low is your opinion of me? I have tastes.”

“How do you even know what your tastes are? Everyone our age is gross.”

“You’re not gross.”

“I wasn’t talking about me and you, obviously.” You unwrap your arms from around your legs, letting them drop. You shuffle around to cross your legs instead. “We start high school next year,” you whisper more to yourself than him. “I guess that I do have to start thinking about that stuff, huh?”

He makes a displeased noise in the back of his throat. “You actually don’t.”

“It’s what normal teenagers do, though, right? Girls think about making love confessions to the guys they have crushes on. They want to date.” You bite on your bottom lip. “That cunt, Endo…she even talked about swindling you into taking her to a big city to book a room at a love hotel. She thinks you have a big dick because you’re so tall. That’s when I snapped.”

“Oh. That was nice of her to say.”

“Suguru! Ugh!” You can’t even believe that he would praise her like that. Suguru is your best friend! This asshole is supposed to be on your side here! “Don’t be thankful for that! One day, you’ll meet a nice girl who will wax poetic about your dick and mean it!”

“Or boy.”

“Or boy—” you blink. Slowly, you turn your head. Suguru is pointedly not looking at you. Because he’s nervous. Your kneejerk reaction is to be hurt that he’s waited this long to tell you, but you understand why. During your first year of middle school, word got around that Kimura Kaito liked boys, and he left for the city without even graduating. “Or boy,” you reaffirm. “I can kind of forgive you for taking Endo’s compliment. It sucks that someone so hot is such a bitch.”

The tension in the air eases. With flushed cheeks and a laugh, he gives you a light shove. “How much did it pain you to lie like that?”

“I wasn’t, though?”

“Oh.”

“I thought you knew,” you admit. “Didn’t I tell you about the day that I was with my mother in the city? It was two years ago, I think? I saw an ad at the subway station with this model and said it’d be nice if she was my wife. My mom slapped me so hard that I knocked my head against a wall and busted it open.”

“No!” At Suguru’s shout, you immediately shush him. Sure, your house is bigger than his, but it’s not that big. He’ll wake your parents if he keeps this up. “I saw that and tried to ask you about it, but you didn’t say shit,” he hisses in a much quieter voice than before.

Oops. “Well, that’s what happened.”

Suguru tilts his head back, looking up at the starry skies. “We’re kind of perfect for each other, Squid. Have you ever thought about that? We see the same things. We were raised the same. We like the same things…”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you agree.

Just the thought of a life without Suguru in it makes your chest tight with panic. This is the exact same spiral that you had before you two entered middle school. You were so exhausted that first week of middle school because terror kept you awake all the nights before. You dreaded the change. You thought that, somehow, the rest of the kids in the village would finally figure out how amazing a person Suguru is and take him away from you. Now that you think about it, that might be part of the reason why you exploded on Endo. Maybe she joked about it, but what if someone else didn’t?

“Squid—”

“Suguru—” you stop when you realize that you and he started to talk at the same time. Since it feels like you’ve dominated the whole conversation tonight, you meekly offer, “You first.”

“Do you…” Suguru trails off. Whatever he wants to say, he doesn’t know how to get it out. You patiently wait. It’s like he goes through a lot of emotions, one after the other. Finally, there’s a defeated slump to his shoulders. “It sounds like it was a hard day for you.” He has such a soft smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Do you want to help me catch the ghost animal that I found last week?”

“You went manta ray riding without me?” You can’t help but pout about that.

“Sorry, sorry. I needed some time alone, that’s all.”

Yeah, okay, you understand that. For you, there are days when it’s simply too hard to even talk. So, you don’t dwell on that any longer. You move the conversation forward as if he never said it at all. “We’ll be so exhausted tomorrow,” you warn.

“It’ll be worth it.” Suguru rises to his feet. Holding out a hand to you, he grins wickedly, and declares, “It’s a dragon.”

“You couldn’t have said that earlier?!” You’re so excited that you scramble to your feet yourself. In your excitement, you almost forget that it’s midnight, and everyone else is asleep. Suguru puts a finger to his lips to remind you to be quiet. Eyes bright and vibrating with delight, you whisper-shout, “Let me grab my sketchbook!”

“Reminds me of Hong.”

“Hong?”

“It’s a rainbow dragon from Chinese mythology!”

“You choose to focus on the most random things,” Suguru mumbles. You elbow him in the ribs as a rebuke. He doesn’t even flinch. Since when did this skinny kid get so damn buff? Oh, from his asshole father making his kid do farm work in his place, that’s how. “What makes you think this is…whoever? Hong?”

“You can’t see it?” Hmm, well, you two do only have moonlight and flashlights to guide your way. There’s no electricity left in this old factory. “Here.” You take the flashlight from Suguru and wave it from side to side so that the light catches off the white dragon’s scales and the iridescent sheen that bounces off them. “See? Rainbow!”

Suguru steps forward to glide his fingers over the dragon’s hide. With a hum, he takes the blunt end of the flashlight and knocks it against the scales. The clang echoes in the silence. “It’s so odd that such a tough creature went down so easy.” He looks over his shoulder at you, brows knitted in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I might fall asleep on the way home,” you admit. It’s the dead of winter, but you had to take your puffy coat and the sweater under that off because you were burning with exertion. You won’t complain, though. This has really helped get out all that excess energy that’s bubbled up inside you all day.

“Oi!”

Both you and Suguru freeze at the sound of a human voice. At the entrance to the factory, there are a group of people. There’s one older man that’s dressed in a suit while the other three appear to be high schoolers—on the cusp of graduation, you’d say, based off how old they look. None of them are from around here. Those uniforms definitely don’t belong to your school. Not even from any other schools in your district. You’re not even sure they’re from your prefecture.

And maybe the sight of them wouldn’t be so alarming. Like you and Suguru, they could be some kids looking to goof around at spooky, supposedly haunted places…but one of them has a weapon. Seriously. The boy with spiky brown hair and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth has a katana drawn.

“Get away from that thing!” Katana Boy shouts.

You don’t know if they’re yakuza or some kind of serial killer group or whatever, and you don’t want to find out. Both you and Suguru act. Normal people can’t see ghost animals, but people can still be touched by them. You and Suguru has fucked around with ghost animals enough to know that. So, when Suguru throws an arm out and the rainbow dragon follows, the entire group is tackled by an invisible force.

Heart racing, you throw yourself against Suguru’s side, and the ground falls out from underneath you both after Suguru summons his manta ray. As soon as Suguru gets you both far away enough, he’ll let the rainbow dragon go. After Suguru swallows them, they’ll never leave him again, no matter how far he may go.

And as soon as you’re far away enough, you can freely shout, “What do we do now?!”

“It’s fine,” Suguru tries to assure you. “It’s fine. Take a deep breath.” How can he say that to you when there’s a rapid rise and fall in his chest, too? “Look, there—” he hesitates as he scrambles for a plan. “We won’t ever go back that way, okay? We were in another district, so they would start the search there, anyway. But why would they bother to look for us? What would they tell the authorities? They’d be admitting to crimes of their own!”

“Yes! Right! Okay!” The logic helps calm down the frantic racing of your mind and body. Because he’s right. He is. Those other teenagers would be looked at as crazy as everyone does you and Suguru—wait. Wait. “Katana Guy…he said to get away from that thing. Did he mean Hong? Could that guy see Hong?!”

“No, Squid!” Suguru shakes his head. He knows exactly where you’re going. “We are not going back there! Who cares if they can see what we do? If one of them had a katana, you think the others didn’t have weapons of their own? Whatever they wanted, it’s no good.”

“There are other people like us, though!” It’s starting to process in your mind. This makes your heart soar higher than this manta ray could possibly go. You’re still draped across Suguru’s lap. You pull at his shirt, yanking him away from his thoughts, forcing him to look down at you. “There are other people like us!”

“There…” Suguru’s eyes widen. The epiphany finally reaches him, too. “There are other people like us,” he repeats breathlessly.

“Let’s leave!” The grin on your face is infectious. You are both high off adrenaline and elation. “Suguru, I don’t care if we have to live on the streets…as soon as we graduate, we’re leaving here. We’re getting away from everyone in our shitty village. Let’s run until we find more people like us!”

Suguru holds up his pinky between your bodies. You immediately hook your own around it. “Yes,” he swears. “You and me, Squid. We’ll run and never look back.”

Little did you know, a week later, you and Suguru are given your destination to run toward.

Side by side, you and Suguru walk down the gravel road that leads to your homes. Halfway home, there’s a sleek black car that blocks the road. They’re not from this village because no one has a car as nice as that. You and Suguru plan to go around it, just assuming it’s for one of the farmers. It’s unusual but not rare. Sometimes, corporate lackeys come slinking in to try and buy up farmland.

The back doors of the car open and, with growing dread, you realize that those people are here for you and Suguru. Katana Guy steps out of the car, rubbing the back of his neck, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here. He’s not armed, thankfully. If you scream, will neighbors come running? They may ridicule you and Suguru, but this village protects their own. So, you could make a scene.

“Yeah, that’s them,” Katana Guy loudly announces while he looks over his shoulder at the other person stepping out of the car.

An unfamiliar voice calls out your name, followed by, “Geto Suguru.” There’s a big man that walks around to step up by Katana Guy’s side. This man wears thin, sporty sunglasses. His brown hair is a buzz, shaved close to his head. He’s got a mustache-goatee combo thing going, too. “Don’t be scared. We’re here to talk.”

Behind you, there’s the tale tell sound of Suguru’s rift opening. Nothing gets brought out, though, when you hold out an arm as a motion for him to stop and think. There’s an audience. This isn’t like it was the other night. The neighbors can’t see the ghost animals, but they can see the damage that’s done. They can feel the damage that’s done. Feelings for them aside, it’d bring up too many questions if a bunch of people died. That’s why Katana Guy and his gang aren’t doing anything, either.

“If you have anything to say, talk with our parents,” you state bluntly.

Sunglasses Guy approaches you and Suguru slowly. Suguru takes the arm that you still have held out and tries to tug you behind him protectively. You don’t go. Instead, you just hold his hand tightly, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. Sunglasses Guy stops when you and Suguru start backing up. On each side of the road, farmers are putting their tools down and walking to meet you.

“My name is Yaga Masamichi,” Sunglasses Guy introduces himself. “I’m a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High School.”

Suguru scoffs. “What? Are you here to offer us a spot?”

“Yes, actually,” Yaga answers. “I will speak with your parents, but I can’t give them the whole truth. They’ve never believed you when you told them, have they?” Your hand squeezes tighter as if to say to him, see! See! Just like us! “Behind me is one of our third-years, Kusakabe Atsuya. He says that you two took care of the spirit.”

“Spirit?” Suguru and you repeat at the same time. You think you know what he means, so you ask, “The dragon?”

“Yes.” Yaga nods. “That thing you encountered, the things that you’ve seen your entire life—those are what we called cursed spirits.”

It’s weird. It doesn’t even take that long for Yaga to bust wide open the door to a whole other world. It’s not super detailed, it can’t be because you’re on a time limit with suspicious neighbors, but it’s enough to comfort you and Suguru. You’re told about the foundation of jujutsu—cursed energy that births cursed spirits and the sorcerers that wield it. That’s what you and Suguru are, he tells you. You’re jujutsu sorcerers.

“The school that I teach at…we teach those like you how to hone and strengthen their techniques. We train them to become full-fledged sorcerers that will go on to save lives that cursed spirits threaten,” Yaga explains. “You’ll meet people like you. There are two others that would be coming in with you next year if you decide to enroll.”

“Yes,” Suguru blurts.

“Suguru,” you hiss. To Yaga, you demand, “Come back and be less suspicious about it. We’ll talk more then.”

Yaga accepts this with a nod.

When Yaga and his shady car is gone, Suguru stares at you as if you’ve grown another head. A neighbor calls out your surname, then Suguru’s, but you ignore them by stomping forward down the road. You’re tired of being looked at. Suguru allows himself to be dragged by the hand, but he’s still trying to press you.

Suguru says your name. “This is our way out!”

You’re exhausted. You want to go home, but Suguru’s not going to let this go easy. When you two are far away enough, you stop, and whirl around to face him.

“Did you even listen to what he said? The ghost—these cursed spirits—” all these emotions are starting to overwhelm you. It’s got your hands shaking. “Saving people means these things are dangerous enough to kill us. That’s…that’s scary! What if we fail? How could I live with myself if someone dies because of me?” Your throat is clogging up with emotion. “I want to leave, I do, but I don’t want to fight. I just want to understand!”

Maybe Suguru thinks it’ll make you feel better, but it makes you feel dismissed when he says, “That won’t happen. I’ll always be there to protect you.”

“How does that make things better? Do you not get that the thought of that makes me even more scared?!” You press the heels of your palms against your eyes. Your bottom lip quivers. “What if you get hurt because of me? What if you die because of me, Suguru? What am I supposed to do without you?”

“Squid, if we don’t leave now then we never will. We’ll be stuck here, doing nothing with our lives.”

“Go be a hero without me, then!”

“No,” Suguru answers flatly. “We both go, or we both stay.”

It’s too much pressure. The day weighs down and so does Suguru’s clear manipulation. You explode. “You’re such a piece of shit! This is so selfish! You’re making me decide your future, so I end up being the asshole if I make you stay here when you definitely don’t want to!”

“You don’t want to, either! But you’d rather stay here and let yourself be a punching bag for everyone because you’re scared shitless of change!” When you’re angry at each other, you both get nasty. “Oh, what is poor Squid gonna do if there’s even one little change to her day-to-day? How would she ever survive if something different happened for a change?!”

“Oh, what is poor Suguru gonna do if he doesn’t have someone to take care of out of pity?!”

“Pity?!”

“You heard me!” As you’re storming away, you throw over your shoulder, “Now, leave me the hell alone!”

Normally, crying the way you did when you got home to your room would exhaust you enough to let you sleep the whole night through. Your mind and body don’t want to do that tonight, though. You’re hyperaware of everything—the weight and scratch of clothes against your skin, the constant shudder of your thin window as the harsh winter winds bashes against it, the rattle of the heater in the corner of the room. You have to have a tough debate with yourself over whether to strip all the way down to your panties or to bear the burden of this weight against your skin. It boils down to being kept awake by cold or by fucking clothes because that’s the perk of having a brain like yours.

Can the day get worse? There’s only two minutes to midnight, but you’ve never had luck on your side.

For five minutes, you watch the bright, red numbers of your alarm clock intently. Is this like…what’s that American saying? If you watch the minutes pass by, is it like counting sheep? Will that keep your mind off the guilt that sits heavy in your chest like a stone?

That Yaga guy will be back. What if Suguru sees him before you? What will Suguru say? Will he finally give up on you or will he give up on the chance to break free from his parents and this awful village? You hate both options. It doesn’t matter which one you think about, they both replace that guilt inside your chest with panic.

At this point, you have to decide which option will be the least painful.

And isn’t that a shitty summarization of your life?

What’s worse? Gagging as you try to force down food that you hate the texture of or face your parents’ wrath? Gritting your teeth through days where even an overcast is enough to make your eyes burn or deal with the punishment for skipping school to curl up somewhere dark? Living with a low burn of panic as you let people surround and touch you as you try to pretend to be normal enough for a relationship or become a total outcast with nothing and no one to rely on?

Can you spend decades more in this village with this metaphorical mask that’s been nailed onto your face by your parents because they don’t want you to be seen by the world for who you truly are?

The thing that Suguru doesn’t understand is that if he goes to this high school, the only thing that’s separated him from everyone else will be gone. He will be surrounded by people who can see cursed spirits. He’ll no longer be seen as other. He would shine so bright at this new school.

It can never be like that with you.

Because, at the end of the day, people who are not born like you are all the same. Jujutsu sorcerers will have their own world with their own unspoken rules and their own incomprehensible language that you will only be able to decode when it’s too late and you’ve been stamped as wrong.

You don’t want to be left behind.

But you also don’t want to force Suguru to stay behind with you.

Who doesn’t want to be a hero? Not everyone can be, though. You weren’t built to be a fighter. It terrifies you, the thought of becoming one. You may be even more terrified to face the people than the cursed spirits. How exhausting will this be? You’ll not only be navigating the jujutsu world, but also the unspoken, too. You’ll have to learn new rules, learn to be around new people, and mold yourself a new mask.

You don’t want to let down Suguru.

Ugh.

You may as well go talk to him since he won’t come to you. He always waits on you to make the first move when you tell him that you need to be alone. So, you roll away from your futon, climb to your feet, throw on a few more layers, and climb out of your window into the freezing night.

The Geto house is two down from yours, but in the countryside, that’s a hike. It’s the smallest in the village. Suguru has said he’s lucky that he has his own room, but it’s close to his parents’. You don’t tap on his window like he does yours. Instead, he always leaves the window unlocked so that you can crawl through, as you do now. You don’t need to tiptoe over to shake him awake because, same as you, he never went to sleep.

Suguru meets you outside and brings a blanket with him that he throws over your shoulders and his. The two of you huddle under it, pressed right up against each other, soaking up the warmth from each other. You lean your head against his bicep, break the silence with a sigh and apology. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“Don’t be mean to yourself,” he scolds quietly. “I was being impulsive.” He sighs. “You’re right to be scared. I want away from here so bad that I didn’t stop to think about the danger that I’d be walking us both into.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all and…I’m not sure that it’s dying that I’m really scared of.” You brought a pen with you and click the end. It keeps your hand busy and Suguru doesn’t mind the noise. “I’ve been all over the place, I know. I was excited at the idea of meeting people like us, of getting out of here, and I am! I—” you chew on your bottom lip. “I don’t want you to leave me behind when we get there.”

“Why do you think I would ever leave you behind?” Suguru sounds genuinely hurt which makes you feel guiltier. “Have I been such a bad friend that you think I only pity you?”

“No!” You jerk your head up, looking at him with wide, panicked eyes. “You’re my best friend! The best friend!”

Suguru doesn’t meet your gaze. “You’re my best friend, too, Squid. I don’t pity you. I haven’t stuck by your side because you’re my only option. I’m not going to throw you away at the first sign of attention from people who understand us. You were the first person to ever see me. You were the first person to take care of me. Now, we take care of each other.” He tilts his head down, bumping it against yours. “It’s you and me, Squid. It always has been. It always will be.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t think you had the energy or tears left in you to cry, but maybe you’ve still got some left. You grab his hand like a clingy girlfriend. Your voice shakes as you ask, “Promise?”

“I promise,” Suguru swears.

The next day, after school, you’re called into a private meeting with a counselor, your parents, and Yaga.

And when Yaga offers a full scholarship to Tokyo Jujutsu High School, you accept.

[anama-cara]

Take care

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

Part 2

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston QZ and when a handsome new patient comes in you just can't help yourself. Word count: 1.4k

Warnings:  Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, somnophilia, noncon. reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

You fucking hate it here- you hate Boston, hate FEDRA, hate your job, hate the world, hate your life. You need some excitement, something new. You're working as a nurse in a dirty QZ hospital. It's such a fucking joke. The hospital (if you can even really call it that) looks like an abandoned building. The lights flicker, the glass windows are shattered, the floor is always covered in grime, some of the brick walls are even crumbling in the front. Whenever a surgery needs to be done they just dip the instruments in a bucket of alcohol, theres no such thing as a sterile procedure anymore. There aren't enough supplies or staff left to properly function as a real hospital. There are only a few doctors for a ton of patients, some people that come in don't even get seen by a doctor. So that's where you come in, the nurses. You aren't even an actual nurse, you've never been formally trained. Before the outbreak you were a radiology tech, and once the QZ was set up they went around asking for anyone who was in the medical field. You volunteered, but you had no idea it'd be for a job like this. They just threw you to the wolves and over the years you've improvised and learned what works. It was messy in the beginning, you were scrambling and scared and had breakdowns almost daily. But now you feel like a hardened nurse, numb to most things. 

You're sitting in the "break room" munching on some jerky and absentmindedly kicking at a smudge mark on the ground with your boot. 

There's a flurry of commotion the hallway and the door flies open. 

"Jen?"

Your friend pokes her head in. "Oh good you're here, come on, we've got an intake. Male in late 40s, early 50s. Stab wound. "

"Is the doc coming to take a look?"

"Nope. Busy. It's on you."

"Me? He's not my patient and I'm supposed to be on break."

She laughs. "Yeah sorry. I would. You know I would. But my plate is full. I got a gun shot wound that's infected that's taking all my time. I wouldn't throw you this one if I didn't know you can handle it."

"Of course Jen. I got your back." You're following her down the hall rushing towards the emergency entrance.

"Thanks. Two guys brought him in." She nods to a room at the end of the hall on the left. 

"OK thanks Jen." You give her a nod and head towards your newest patient as she bustles down the corridor. 

"Hello I'm- shit." This is the kinda shit you're getting sick and tired of. The men just dumped him and left. Your patient is fully unconscious, laying flat on his back on the exam table, wound still bleeding. This guy needs a doctor, but you're all there is. You sprint for the supplies closet, grabbing alcohol wipes, gauze and suturing materials. With your arms full you rush back to the room. Good thing he's unconscious, you think, because this is going to hurt and the hospital ran out of pain meds long ago. 

You tug and rip his flannel shirt open, making the buttons pop off. You're tearing open packets of gauze and trying to clean his wound so you can get a good look at the entry point. Finally after wiping away the dried and fresh blood you get a clean view. You begin disinfecting. There's an open gash about four inches long running underneath his ribs on the right side.

You blow out a deep breath, pull up a chair and get to work closing the laceration. 

--

An hour later you push yourself up, set your instruments aside, wipe the sweat from your brow and look over the stitches. Given the circumstances its looks pretty darn good, you're actually proud of yourself. 

You look your patient over, eyes moving past his wound and taking him wholly in for the first time. 

He's probably in his early 50s, patchy graying beard, tan skin, ruffled hair. His flannel shirt you ripped open reveals his hard chest and soft tummy. You study his sleeping face, the creases in his brow and the hard angles of his jaw and nose. He's undeniably handsome.

You notice the blood on his flannel and you sigh as you stand up from your stool. You stretch, back aching after leaning over him to sew his wound. You reach for his flannel and begin tugging his limp arms out of the sleeves. You pull the bloody shirt out from underneath him and toss it on a nearby table. His arms are muscular and you notice a few scars here and there. Your hand reaches out on its own accord to lightly trace over a jagged white line on his bicep. He twitches at your touch and your hand quickly pulls away. 

You move down to his jeans. After unbuckling his belt you slowly pull them down, trying to be as gentle as possible. Now that the immediate danger of the bleeding stab wound has been dealt with you need to do a physical exam and make sure he has no injuries elsewhere. You toss his pants on the table and walk back to your patient, examining every inch of his beautifully tanned skin. You can get him a hospital gown later. Your hand traces up his leg and you watch it as it moves over his dark hair, over his knee and rests on his thigh at the edge of his boxers. You shift your gaze higher and to your surprise you see his hardened bulge pushing against his boxers. You gulp and your hand lightly glides up and down his inner thigh, tracing along his muscle. You shoot a glance up to his face - he's still out. You look at the closed door and try to listen. You don't hear anyone in the hallway. The only other nurse on duty in your unit of the hospital is Jen and she's definitely still occupied with that gunshot wound...

You reach up and with one hand you pull the waistband and his boxers out while your other hand slips underneath, wrapping around his hard cock. His cock twitches when you first touch him and you smile. You slowly move your hand all the way down, feeling the full length of him. Damn he's got a nice one. You swallow the spit that's pooling in your mouth. You drag your hand back up and your thumb runs through his slit and circles around the head. You look at Joel's face again. He's still completely out but you think his brow looks more furrowed and his mouth a little more opened. You continue to gaze up at him as you twirl around his head, feeling precum beginning to bead at his tip. You swipe and gather it on your index finger before popping it in your mouth. Salty and warm and deliciously masculine. You pull your finger out and hold up your hand as you tounge it, licking your palm and fingers.

Your grab his cock again, pumping him faster now as your hand glides over his warm smooth skin. You hum to yourself as you work. 

Minutes later and you feel him tightening. You quickly grab a cloth from the table and tuck it under his boxers just in time. He erupts under your hand, ribbons of messy cum spilling into the cloth. When he's done your pull the cloth out and wrap it up neatly, keeping everything it caught tucked into the middle. Joel's eyelids flutter and he makes a groaning noise. He'll be waking up soon. You place the dirty cloth in the laundry bag and step into the hallway to grab a patient gown from the clean linen cart. You wash off your sticky hand and quickly dress him. You're tidying up your instruments when Joel finally wakes up, groaning as he tries to sit. 

"Woah mister careful, you got a pretty good gash in your abdomen there. Easy. Just relax. You're in the hospital now. I'll take good care of you." 

You smile pleasantly at him. 

[strawheart-pirate]

Wrapped

Usopp x gn!Reader

December 3rd 2023 Words: 755 CW: SFW / no/pre relationship, fluff, fun and tape

Christmas was just around the corner on the Thousand Sunny and you were about to wrap the presents. With a little help it should be done in no time, right?

What an ingenious devil fruit. Robin's powers were perfect for wrapping presents, and when you asked her for help weeks ago, she agreed immediately. Unfortunately, she was sick and bedridden. Chopper even threatened to put sea prism stone handcuffs on her if she didn't stop using her powers to secretly eavesdrop and spy and focus on her recovery. So you found yourself in front of a huge pile of presents for the entire crew, with only two hands to get the job done. Determined to do it yourself, you armed yourself with wrapping paper, tape, and colorful ribbons.

After an hour and only three wrapped presents, you were fed up. The aura of your annoyed mood could be felt by anyone, even without an observation haki. The door opened and you jumped in front of the pile. You tried to hide the unwrapped presents from prying eyes with your body as Usopp entered the room. He had a fancy tool in his hands and was grinning proudly. You exhale and sit down again, knowing that you've already wrapped Usopp's present when he closes the door behind him.

"I am here to end your suffering," he declared proudly. Finally, he had a chance to be a real hero without putting himself in danger. He explained his latest tool, which looked like a gun, but instead of bullets, it shot tape. "It even has two triggers. One for short strips and the other you hold down until the tape is the length you need." You listened to his explanation. The device was impressive, as were most of his inventions, and you secretly admired him for his skill.

"This is so cool, Usopp! Let's get started." You sing happily.

"Alright, just leave it to the great Captain Usopp!" he declared proudly and sat down next to you.

The two of you worked together. You wrapped the paper around the presents while Usopp applied the tape and you took turns with the ribbons. One gift after another was wrapped in no time.

"I need one here." I pointed to the spot.

"Got it." Usopp pulled the trigger and something clicked inside the tape gun. You both looked at the gun, then at each other with question marks on your faces. Usopp was about to pull the trigger again when the tape gun shot the tape uncontrollably over you. You tried to flee, but it was too late. The tape was already all over you, and the tape gun exploded in Usopp's hand.

"Ahh!" You heard his frightened scream and jump scared, which didn't help in this tangled situation. As you lay there completely covered in tape, you took a deep breath and groaned. So much for the helpful gadgets. You looked at Usopp, who was no better off than you. Both of you were covered in tape from head to toe and you couldn't find the end or the beginning of the tape. A smile slowly crept across your face at the comical situation.

"I'm sorry... It shouldn't have done that..." stammered Usopp.

"It's all right. It's been a big help so far." You gave him a smile. "Now let's try to get up."

As you tried to get up, the tape pulled you back and you fell onto Usopp. You groaned as you fell until you realized your position. Your hands were on either side of Usopp as you lay chest to chest. You looked at Usopp's face and saw that he was blushing as much as you were. You felt close to him, much too close, and before you could get any ideas, you had to escape the situation. You cleared your throat and tried to get up, but the tape held you back. You were stuck in this position and the scissors were out of reach.

"Um, maybe we could try..." You were about to suggest a solution when you heard someone open the door. You both looked at the door and saw Zoro with a bandana tied around his head and all three swords drawn.

"I felt your desperation. Let me help you..." He said in a deep voice. A demonic aura emanated from him.

"Ahhh!" You both screamed and jumped to your feet. You stumbled and fell a few times as you both ran out of the room. You were still running, tied tightly to each other, which drew the attention of the crew, but you didn't care about that. Better to be a joke and tangled up together than cut to pieces, right?

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numinous nevertheless. who . . dom!sanji x male!bartender length . . 1.3k words! warnings . . mature/smut, a drabble, written in third person, male bartender is of color and given some name, oral, degradation, rough handling, power bottom oc, kinda public indecency, and some french....

extra disclaimers!! the ending prolly gon piss you off cus i got tired gn, so prepare yourself for the fall.. (i'm so sorry💀) btw, the inspo for this is a real line oda made sanji say. “you’re welcome to choke on my foot.”

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After a petty scuffle with a certain bar tender after hours, Sanji gets so irritated that, while holding the man close by his tie, he says, “If you still got a problem with me you’re welcome to choke on my dick, bastard.” You wouldn't expect the bartender to grin, would you? Sanji didn't either, to be honest, but he thinks to himself, 'If that's what this weirdo is into I guess I don't have any reason to stop him.'

The man chuckles with the scent of peppermint and matcha tea tickling Sanji’s chin. Since he's being tugged forward so harshly, it's hard not to notice his aroma. "Is that a request or a challenge, frenchman?" A teasing, suggestive, flirty, and dare one say hilariously shaky tone matches his query too well; Sanji can't help but to throw caution to the wind. If someone has to teach this guy how to respect a man such as himself, he fits just the description. Maybe the barman can consider the lesson as payment for the damages done to his establishment not too long ago (via a fight which sanji had to break up to protect the sacred women in the vicinity).

In any case, Sanji isn't necessarily one for patience. Especially since his crew (just zoro) must be looking everywhere for him at this point, now that the sun has begun to set...

Plus, the exchange of ongoing eye contact was beginning to gross him out. For shits sake the man looked like a hopeless, love-sick loser with the way his smile only widened at the thought of sucking sanji off in his empty bar against a setting sky. baby is truly living the dream.

"You really don't have any shame, do you?" Such a disappointed, disgusted tone would trigger the average person to become defensive, claiming how he can't be the one to criticize with the way he bleeds out at the simple thought of a woman. However, sanji doesn't even care for a response, truthfully, it was rhetorical because the answer is obvious. Which is why he chooses the proactive route and steps over any incoming retorts to his question. "Get on your knees."

Wrapping one long, black silk pant-covered leg carefully around his puppy's waist, Sanji delivers two hot-tempered kicks to the back of his knees. Thus, making the bartender buckle in place and kneel, as demanded. "Let’s see how you manage first. Then, you can tell me if you think this is a 'request or a challenge', glass cleaner."

The lowered man's hands then ran across Sanji’s waist, willingly submitting to the chef's words as he slid his belt out of the pant loops with haste. All the while his eyes never left Sanji’s, which were peering down at him somewhat annoyed, for some reason, as he lit a new blunt sitting at the edge of his lips. By the first inhale of lavender and mint, Sanji’s being pulled out of his briefs and handled with two tight fists as if it's quintessential for the chef to be in this scenario. The problematic bar tender, whom doesn't even have a name to anyone's knowledge, closes a fist around the head of Sanji’s dick, tightening it slowly to see how much pressure would get the reaction he's so desperate to see. "Don’t be stubborn, be a little noisy or I might get bored.. or do i have to drag it out of you?"

A stupid question, but who could stop the poor guy for trying. If it's noise he wants he shouldn't expect moans or pleas or praise from Sanji. With the way his ring adorned fingers are being tangled in the springy brown curls below, anyone with sense can enable some foresight as to why he's beginning to grip the fist full of hair so tight. With a quick pull and shove, Sanji’s dick is jabbing at the warm corners of the brunette's slippery throat.

"Sacré bleu. Just shut up, already." Sanji’s fist doesn't ease up, even while his legs are being gripped and shallow nose exhales fail to release properly against his abdomen. He insists it's not yet time for the barman to flap his talkative lips. "And watch the teeth, damn it. I’m not running a meat eating contest."

Sounds of sloppy lapping and gags bounce from the still silence of the bar as Sanji leans back against a nearby tabletop, humming in satisfaction at the change of pace. In spite of his climbing arousal and the alarming amount of saliva spinning around his dick, he finds enough consideration for Mr.talks-alot's position and slowly pulls him off. Feeling his dick spring in release against the cool air, Sanji watches with disinterest as the man coughs "dramatically" and wipes his face displaying some level of amazement and shame.

"Goddamn.." his voice is stable and offended, yet his expression admits he's still curious about the limits of Sanji’s patience and frustration. I mean, he did care enough to give the man a break. 'He must be warming up to me.'

On the contrary; honestly, he's beginning to grow bored. "Oh, good, you're breathing." Sanji says with sarcastic enthusiasm. While inhaling another cloud of his half depleted blunt, he raises a swirled brow and gestures to his erection, awaiting its greeting without having to use his hands once again.

This time around, the bartender descends with a quick introduction, once again testing his weight on a thin sheet of ice. "By the way," he mumbled, knowingly irking the under-stimulated male above him. "You can call me asani." A name which Sanji isn't very likely to remember, but poor Asani doesn't know much about the cook other than his temperament and his size. He continues to press his folded, wet lips around Sanji’s rosy tip, rolling his head in circular seats between teasing laps and kisses, but he's only reaching half of the cook, and that'll never be enough. As he notices Sanji’s punitive hand reaching for his head for a second time, Asani sinks his cheeks in tighter and suffocates the soft, swollen skin. Light pink petunia hues gloss beneath clear bubbles of slobber with each inch he progresses over, swallowing the size of the judgmental man with hope filling his chest as much as his cheeks.

Before long, Sanji’s leaning his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids closed, and lips sealed tightly. An expression of concentration which could easily be confused with frustration, or perhaps both, because even when Asani tried his best, Sanji knew he could do better. The average speed wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be overwhelmed. He hoped to be given a challenge, have his knees wobble beneath him in front of a man whom he wouldn't kiss the hand of. He wanted to be forced to let go of asani's hair, have his hand slammed on the table behind him-- Sanji craved dominance.

Better said, perhaps, he craved Zoro.

With detectable irritation, Sanji sighs and puts away the remaining clip of his once enjoyable joint, tucking it away in his loose shirt pocket. "It’s fine." At this, Asani-- like a bemused puppy-- slowed his movements and looked up at Sanji. Hesitantly, he loosened his tongue's fixation on the throbbing vein stretching across the base of Sanji’s dick. "I’m wasting my time here." Sanji’s tone was instantly careless and detached as he began lighting his next blunt-- rosemary this time.

However, Asani wasn't in agreement with Sanji’s blatantly inconsiderate claim. He remained against the tiled floor with his fingers clutching the fabric pooling at Sanji’s ankles. Rather than assist him in fixing his appearance, he moved a palm to the back of Sanji’s hair printed thigh, letting his grip there make a point in explaining that he didn't feel the same. "If anything's being wasted it's your breath. Do you ever say anything interesting or are you just handsome for the attention?"

Sanji chuckles, unamused and peevish as he holds the rolled paper between his outstretched fingers, reaching down to pull up his briefs himself. Since Asani was proving to be a simple, bungling boy yet again. "I do both, glass cleaner," he claimed in a poorly attempted tone of calmness. "And I don't waste anything, but you might be worth tossing with how stupid you act."

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Ooooh please say more on gravy!!!

Anon, thank you for being my new favorite person sndnndsnns

Okay, so I have three categories: teams I think he should go to, teams I wouldn't mind if he went to, and teams that can go fuck themselves and I don't want him touching unless it's to level a hard hit on ice

teams I think he should go to

He's already on it, but I sure would like him to stay with New Jersey. I enjoy the current lineup greatly, and I'd like for him to continue to be a Devil

Vegas bc I think the glittery gold jerseys would compliment him very well (and also Nols is there and I love him) and the org could do worse than Graves

Seattle bc. Have you seen their color scheme??? Amazingggg also I loved visiting Seattle so

Minnesota bc I love that shade of green, and I think his eyes would really pop and I just really love the Mega Bill that was passed like a month or so ago and this is my chance to talk about it lol. Anyway look into what they've done and the protections for various communities etc there! It's fucking amazing given the general American political climate

Yotes bc I really want them to have a win in something at least, given their location issues currently. Also the colors and one-offs and alts are *chef's kiss*

Avs. Now, I know he just came from there, but hear me out! He looked really, really good in their colors 😳

Canucks. I enjoy their logo and color and alt jerseys a lot. Plus I loved Vancouver when I visited. It's *shane madej voice* a beautiful, gorgeous place!

Blue Jackets. I visit Columbus a lot even tho I've moved south bc I have friends up near OSU still etc etc and anyways, student discounts on tickets plus the fact they were shite this season means that it'd be cheap to see them and I'd love that personally anndnfjsk (and so would my bank account) Oh and also their third jerseys are very hot so :3c

teams I wouldn't mind if he went to

Calgary but only if Mony is there too bc of that mf 1-2 hit combo of tall, dark, and handsome men I'm in love with. But fr tho I've been a Flames fan for a bit now, so seeing him there would be nice~

Isles. I'm pretty neutral on them, but for the most part I do enjoy their games

Flyers. I like them, and I think it would be a fun team for him to be on and I want to see him interact with Gritty so badly

Dallas. I think that he would enjoy the area, honestly, and the team as a whole seems really fun. Also a team with Tyler, Jason, and Ryan??? I'd be dead on the ground

Sabres. Colors are nice, the blue would compliment his eyes 🥰

Edmo. They're chill, the team is solid insofar as I recall. It'd be a cool decision for him. Maybe Sol would enjoy it too, or at least enjoy me going crazy going stupid etc etc lol

Canes. The fast-paced play i think would be to his strength in the same way that the Devs are. But I'm still mad at them for kicking the Devs out 😡

Panthers. Gives Sol something to talk about that isn't Ratthew (affectionate) but also their playoff run was very sick and I think he'd add to their team rather than detract

Preds. Nashville is like 3 hours away from me so. Selfishness in location for this one 💅

Pens. I don't hate them, I don't love them. But bc of that stupid stanley cup "kiss me" commercial with Sidney being shown when the Pens won and that snippet of the autobiography with his agent or w/e I'm getting drawn back into the fold I thought I escaped several years ago lmao

Sharks. Fun colors, on the coast, lots of nice alternate jerseys/one-off designs (Chris Chow, the hold you still have on me after all these years 😔😔😔)

Blues. Nice logo, I really don't know a lot about them though.

Jets. Idk I just think they're neat :D

teams that can go fuck themselves and I don't want him touching unless it's to level a hard hit on ice

Chicago

Rangers, bc they used to be cool and fun and I liked them but then that rat bastard (not mtkachuk) got traded over so constitutionally and legally I can no longer be a Rangers fan until that rat bastard leaves

Ducks. I really don't have any strong feelings for them, but I just idk. I don't like them. Not a fan.

Kings. I don't like their vibes or their fans all that much. I really should've done a fourth category of "eh, they're whatever i guess", but we're here now and so I'm sticking with it.

Bruins. I like them, like they're entertaining, but I would rather him be an opponent to them for my own entertainment purposes.

Habs. Another "I just don't like their vibes" situation

Sens. This is a "I keep forgetting they exist whoopsie" thing

Bolts. They beat the blue jackets a few years ago to get the Cup and I'm still mad about it

Leafs. Soz I'm a leafs anti (‘ー‘)/~~

Caps. I don't vibe. I'm an anti. And Burky is gone so I have no reason to pay attention to them anymore

[dogmomwrites]

Get to Know Me Tag

@blind-the-winds tagged me for this like,,,a week ago? whoops. Thanks for the tag, even tho it took me a while to respond!

Since it took me so long to get to it, everyone has pretty much already done this tag multiple times, but since today is also Thursday/Blorbo Blursday, I'm gonna continue the tag with a little twist. Instead of answering as yourself, you have to answer as/for one of your ocs!

Tagging @blind-the-winds, @penspiration-writing, @fearofahumanplanet, @ghost-town-story, @andromedatalksaboutstuff, @houndsofcorduff, @memento-morri-writes, @inkspellangel, @bookish-galaxy, and @bardic-tales

My responses will be under the break!

Relationship Status: still married! Glad that hasn't changed lmao

Favorite Color(s): purple, black, and silver-gray

Favorite Food: I don't have a single favorite food, but I have a weakness for Cheetos Puffs. They're just air and a little plastic with cheese powder thrown on, and yet I cannot resist 😔

Song Stuck in My Head: Wishing Well by Shaman's Harvest, even though I've got other stuff playing

Last thing you Googled: Wardruna, because they now have the dvd copy of First Flight of the White Raven (which was a concert they streamed last year) up for purchase. I love Wardruna and they're fantastic live, so I was looking into that

Time: 15:18

Dream Trip: a cabin in the mountains where the air is chill and fresh, and there's a couple feet of snow for my dogs to run and play in, then we all come inside and warm up by the fire with some hot cocoa. Except the dogs just get warmed milk cuz they can't have chocolate

Last Thing You Read: Something a friend wrote where he killed off all the MCs not far into it. I asked what he intended to do with the story now that all the characters were dead and he had no idea lmao

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: The Darkest Hour by Erin Hunter. It's the sixth and last book in the original Warriors cats series

Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I'm not actually a big fan of cooking or baking, so I just like whatever's easiest tbh like frying an egg to go on some toast lol

Favorite Craft to do in Your Freetime: I don't actually give myself much time for crafts anymore, but I do enjoy knitting when I actually have a project in mind, and I'm trying to learn how to draw because I'm just really really bad at it

Most Niche Dislike: when someone tells me to do something as I was just about to do it. It's so annoying and I always refuse to do it for a few minutes even tho I know I'm being stupid and petty. I just can't help it

Opinion on Circuses: I've never been, so I have no personal opinion. I have motion sickness, so even when I'm on medication, I have to be careful about going on rides at amusement parks

Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: absolutely not. I can tell left from right and that's about it. Any time I'd go into a dungeon in Skyrim, it would take me an hour to find my way back out. I'm completely hopeless

[atwooozi]

gojo x oc

Chapter 18: Promise?

summary: Ai wakes up at Gojo's place after a long night, surprised to find herself still there. As she groggily stumbles through her morning routine, Gojo’s carefree and teasing nature contrasts with her exhausted state. Gojo, freshly out of the shower and looking effortlessly composed, offers to make coffee, revealing small nuances about their growing connection as they banter.

genre: modern AU, slice of life, comedy, eventual romance, eventual smut, some angst

A/N: Gosh, once again I'm sorry for the inconsistency. My poor kitty got sick and then I did right after so I took a week off from editing to recoup. Hopefully, nothing else gets in the way as I continue posting from here on out.

Anyway, the song for this week is Sugar Magic by tonun . I feel that this song suits this story so well. It's so light and fresh while at the same time being a little bit bitter.

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Ai groaned as she woke up. Her body–especially her neck–was aching all over, thanks to the awkward position that she fell asleep in. She opened her eyes, expecting to see her room. To her surprise, she was met with anything but that. 

Ai was still at Gojo’s place. She had fallen asleep after they finished watching that awful movie. She was curled up on his comfy couch, covered in an amazingly soft blanket, and Gojo was nowhere in sight. 

She carefully got up and stretched, her joints letting out popping sounds as she moved. While some of the soreness was gone, she still had a dull ache on the side of her neck. 

What time is it? 

Ai yawned as she padded her way over to where she left her bag beside the dining room table that still had the box of pictures sitting on top of it. 

When she dug through her things she found her phone. The time read four-thirty in the morning, and the battery was almost dead. She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. She was still on Gojo’s stupid schedule from when they were doing reshoots two weeks ago. Around this time if she were still in Kyoto she would be dragging herself to the car with Geto and Junpei in tow as Gojo finished getting his makeup done. Even though the experience was fun there was a part of Ai that was thankful that this assignment was close to being over. 

“Ai-chan’s awake!” Gojo smiled as he made his way over to her. “You look scary when you wake up.” 

From the looks of it, Gojo had just gotten out of the shower. His usually fluffy hair was damp and his flawless skin had a nice sheen to it. Not to mention the soft-looking towel that was draped around his neck to catch the remaining droplets of water from falling onto his very simple, but somehow sultry outfit. Ai had never realized how a black compression shirt and gray sweatpants could look so nice before–or maybe she was just tired. 

She was probably just tired.

“Earth to Ai-chan~” Gojo sang as he flicked her forehead playfully. 

Ai frowned at Gojo and swatted his hand away. She wanted to say something back, but her brain was still adjusting to being awake after only a few hours of sleep. If there was one thing she disliked about Gojo it was the fact that he was such a morning person. 

“How do you have so much energy?” Ai mumbled as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. 

Gojo smiled as he pulled Ai up gently by the wrist. “I’d like to think it’s because I’m so pretty that I don’t need that much beauty sleep.” 

Ai couldn’t help but roll her eyes, causing Gojo to laugh. “I would say something but I can’t think properly right now,” she muttered as she lightly slapped her cheeks, trying to wake herself up. Unfortunately, it didn’t help much. 

Gojo ruffled Ai’s hair. “C’mon, I’ll make you some coffee,” he said as he led the way to his obscenely beautiful kitchen. 

It was clean with sharp lines and almost monochromatic, except for the colorful magnets and pictures of Megumi and Tsumiki that covered the fridge door. The kitchen resembled something from a fancy restaurant, rather than the typical Japanese home. The decor somehow fit Gojo. The man was anything but typical, so why would his home be? 

Ai took a seat at the counter and rested her head on the cool marble surface. It made her shiver, but it felt somewhat refreshing, waking her up some. 

“How do you take your coffee, Ai-chan?” Gojo asked as he put fresh coffee beans in the grinder. 

Ai sat up, now excited for the fresh coffee he was making her. The smell of freshly ground beans filled the air–it was heavenly. She was used to the cheap instant coffee that she would unceremoniously make herself, just to get her caffeine fix, but despite the ungodly hour, she felt like she was in the lap of luxury. The more she thought about it the harder it was to remember that last time she was able to just sit and relax with a cup of coffee.

“I like a spoonful of sugar and lots of cream.” 

Although Gojo had his back to her, she could feel his light and cheerful energy. She found herself fascinated with the way he easily moved around his kitchen to get mugs and turn on the tea kettle.  

“Gojo–” 

“Satoru,” he corrected as he pulled a pour-over coffee maker from a high cabinet. 

Ai blinked as she watched him, any objections she had were now gone. She was worried that the meal he made her the other day was a fluke, but she was starting to quickly learn that Gojo was more competent than she thought.

“Do you like coffee, Go–I mean, Satoru?” Ai asked as she curiously watched him. 

Not many people had pour-over coffee makers if they didn’t particularly care for coffee. It felt like a silly question, but Gojo didn’t seem like the type to enjoy more bitter flavors given his obvious sweet tooth.  

Gojo looked over his shoulder at Ai and shrugged, a gentle smile on his face. “It’s more Suguru and Gumi-chan’s thing,” he explained as he poured the boiling water over the freshly milled coffee grounds. “I started drinking it because Suguru did.” 

Ai chuckled and smiled to herself. “Were you trying to impress him?” she joked. 

“Yeah,” Gojo answered honestly. “I thought he was so cool so I forced myself to drink coffee when we’d hang out. It’s not my favorite thing, but I don’t hate it.”

“Does Geto know that?”    

“No,” Gojo said, turning to her with a wink. “So let’s keep that between us, ‘kay?” 

Ai nodded. “‘Kay.”   “Here,” Gojo said, placing a mug of coffee in front of Ai. “You can add the cream yourself.” 

Ai nodded as she took the mug into her hands. When she looked down at the cup it smelled delicious, almost chocolatey. She poured the cream that Gojo had placed on the counter into the cup until the liquid turned a lighter brown color.  She blew on gently as she brought the cup to her lips and sipped it. 

“Well?” 

Ai almost whimpered. “It's so good…” 

Gojo wore a smug smile as he watched Ai. “I'm glad you like it,” he said as he brought his cup to his lips. He took a sip and sighed. “Suguru makes fun of me for all the sugar I use…” he said thoughtfully. A silence washed over them both as they sipped on their drinks. It felt almost too domestic to Ai. While she loved how natural it felt, it felt equally unsettling. She couldn’t let herself get used to this. They only had a finite amount of time together left. She needed to remember that.   

“I need to go home,” Ai stated as she sat the mug on the counter. 

“Why?” Gojo pouted. “Today is our big interview day anyway. Just stay.” 

Ai shook her head as she stood up. “I can't do that. You think Geto won't notice if I wear the same clothes twice?” 

Gojo hummed in throught before answering. “You’re right, stupid Sugu notices everything .”

There was a brief silence before Gojo decided to open his mouth again. 

“Can't you just borrow something of Tsumiki’s?” 

Ai narrowed her eyes at Gojo. “No, you clown.” 

Gojo groaned as he circled around the counter. He immediately went slack and he leaned against Ai, causing her to almost topple over from his weight. He wrapped his arms around her much like a child would do when they didn't want their parents to leave for work. “But I don't want you to leave…” he muttered as he buried his face in Ai's still messy hair. 

“Gojo–”

“ –Call me Satoru,” he pouted as he nuzzled his face deeper into Ai’s hair. “Pleeeeease…pretty please.” 

“Satoru, I'll be back later.” Ai sighed as she hesitantly rubbed his back. 

She was still unsure how to interact with him. Gojo was so touchy and affectionate, it was almost overwhelming. He was the most touch starved person that she had ever met. 

“Can I come with?” Gojo looked at Ai with pleading eyes. “I'll behave. I promise.” 

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“Ai-chan,” Gojo called from her living room. She could tell just from the tone of voice that he was bored. 

Ai groaned inwardly as she hit her head against her bedroom wall with a gentle thud. She was afraid to answer him, but she couldn’t leave him alone either. The fact that he went quiet was almost more unnerving than his constantly calling for her as he looked around her small apartment. 

“...What?” She called out reluctantly. 

She squeezed the moisture out of her hair with a towel while waiting for him to respond. When he didn’t respond her heart sank. 

Did he die? 

Hesitantly, Ai peeked out of her room to look into her small living room. Satoru was standing in front of her bookshelf holding a picture frame while smiling to himself. She let out a sigh of relief and quickly ducked back into her room and went back to fixing her hair. Hopefully, the bookshelf would keep him occupied for a while so she could finish getting ready.   

Ai swore that she got ready in record time. Blow drying her hair would take too long, so she had to settle for her natural waves and light makeup. She wore a soft, light-blue turtleneck and simple, loose-fitting pants. Since they were going to be at Gojo’s place to conduct the interview, she figured she could dress a bit more casually.

Gojo glanced over at Ai with a gentle smile on his face. He had been skimming through one of the books on her overcrowded shelf. “Do you write in all your books?” 

Ai furrowed her brows and walked over to stand next to Gojo as she inspected the careworn novels she had collected over the years. 

“Not all of them…” She said as she picked a book off the shelf, skimming through the contents. The pages didn’t have any of her little scribbles in the margins or colored reading tabs. “The ones I haven’t read yet, for example.” She grinned as she looked up at him.  

Gojo chuckled and put the book he was holding back. He nodded towards the frame he was holding earlier. “Is that you and your mom?” 

Ai nodded as she reached for the picture. She ran her thumb over the glass as she looked down at it–it was a picture from her high school graduation. In the photograph, Ai wore a red hakama that had been in the family for a few generations, as her mom stood proudly next to her in front of the school gates.

“You looked pretty,” Satoru said as he looked over Ai’s shoulder. 

She felt her face flush and her heart flutter at Satoru’s compliment. Ai never thought that she was bad-looking, but to get a compliment from someone that other people saw as beautiful felt exceptionally nice. 

“Your head looked bigger then, but I think you grew into it,” Gojo chuckled. 

Ai jabbed her elbow into Gojo’s stomach, causing him to groan. She put the picture down back on the shelf carefully. “Do you just say whatever comes to your mind?” 

Gojo rubbed where Ai had jabbed her elbow and pursed his lips. “Only with certain people.” 

Ai sighed as she went to grab her keys and slip on her shoes. “Let’s go. I don’t want Geto or Junpei-kun to get there before us.” 

Gojo obediently followed Ai after he slipped on his shoes. She was surprised he didn’t fight her on leaving. She thought she’d have to drag him out of the apartment.

“Do you really think they’ll get there before us?” Gojo asked as Ai locked the door behind them. 

Ai looked him point blank in the eyes. “Your friend is a demon and I think he lives to torment me.” 

Gojo shrugged, still appearing as carefree as ever. “Suguru? He’s an angel.” 

Ai couldn’t help but chuckle at Gojo’s response. “Are we talking about the same guy?” 

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 Somewhere near the Omote-Sando station Geto Suguru was waiting for Yoshino Junpei to meet him. Just as the younger man walked up to him Geto couldn’t help but sneeze.

“Are you getting sick, Geto-san?” Junpei asked curiously as he adjusted his face mask.

Geto rubbed his nose and sniffled. “If you gave me your cold I’m making you pay my doctor’s bill.” 

“B-but I just got here…” Junpei stuttered. 

Ghetto narrowed his eyes and looked around the station suspiciously. “Someone must be talking about me…” 

Junpei scratched the side of his head as he stood next to his odd, yet handsome companion. “I’m sure it’s all nice things, Geto-san.” 

Geto smiled, causing his eyes to morph into crescents but instead of it being disarming it was rather unnerving. “It had better be…”

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As Ai and Gojo walked into the train station, Gojo kept glancing Ai’s way. Even with his glasses obscuring his eyes she could feel his stare on her. It made her heart tremble. 

“What?” she asked, exasperated. She couldn’t take it anymore. 

“You wear a lot of blue.” Gojo pointed out as he put his hands in his pockets. 

Ai glanced down at her outfit. Gojo’s comment had caught her a little of-guard. “I like the color blue.” 

Gojo nodded as he looked ahead, looking for the train. “Yeah, it’s nice.” 

Ai furrowed her brows and glanced at Gojo. “You always wear black or white.” 

“That’s because it goes with everything.” Gojo pulled his glasses down and winked at Ai. “I think you should try red though.” 

Ai wanted to question Gojo further but they had to get on the train. She’d have to ask him about it another time.

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 When they arrived back at Gojo’s place, the sun was hanging bright in the sky. It shined brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was truly a beautiful view of the city, but at this level she couldn’t help but feel disconnected from the people on the streets. They looked so small, like ants. 

“Home sweet home,” Gojo said as he stretched and sat himself down on his large luxurious couch. He sat himself in the middle and let his lanky body stretch fully, taking up as much space as possible. He let his head fall back, hanging over the top of the couch to stare at Ai with a smile.   

Ai set her bag down at Gojo’s dining room table and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous now. She and Gojo had been alone many times now, but this time felt different. No one could interrupt them. He had purposely cleared his schedule for today’s interview. She pulled out her notebook as well as her laptop. If she forced herself to work then maybe that would ease her nerves a bit. 

“Ai-chan,” Gojo whined and got up from the couch. “Stop working and pay attention to me. You can work when Suguru and Junpei-kun get here.” 

Ai glanced up from her laptop, trying to keep her composure. “I’m just trying to be prepared.” 

Gojo rolled his eyes dramatically and flopped back onto the couch, making a big show of being ignored. “You’re so serious, Ai-chan. You need to have some fun.” 

Ai couldn’t help but smile at Gojo’s dramatic display. He seemed to always know how to lighten the mood when she was feeling stressed. “I’ll have fun after the interview. I promise.” 

Gojo shot up and wore a goofy grin as he looked Ai’s way. “You promise?” 

“I promise.” 

Gojo started to hum to himself happily, fiddling with his phone. He was probably playing his Digimon game. Ai turned her attention back to her laptop, trying to focus on what she was writing. 

A few minutes later, Geto and Junpei walked through the door. Ai looked over with a frown. “You have a key?” 

Geto wore a mischievous smile, his eyes turning into those all too familiar smug slits as he spun the key around his finger. “Jealous?” 

Ai rolled her eyes at him and tilted her head to look at Junpei. “Junpei-kun, get away from the evil man.” 

And just like that, for no reason whatsoever, Geto sneezed. 

Junpei stepped away from Geto and quickly bowed to Gojo before he made his way over to Ai. Geto stuck his tongue out childishly at Ai as he walked into the common area.  

“Took you guys long enough,” Gojo said as he lazily got up from the couch. 

“Our train was delayed,” Geto sighed as he started to get his camera set up. 

Junpei was still a bit under the weather from what Ai could tell. He had always been pale and his under-eyes a little darker than most, but he looked different enough for Ai to notice despite him wearing a mask.  

Ai frowned as she stood up and instead of greeting her kouhai, she pressed the back of her hand to Junpei’s forehead. “No fever…but you still don’t look well, Junpei-kun,” she sighed as she looked at him. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” 

Junpei gave a firm nod. “I’m fine, senpai. Just a bit tired, that’s all.” 

“Ai-chan!” Gojo whined, “I think I have a fever too.” He whined wanting to be the center of attention. 

“Let me see, Satoru,” Geto said as he held his hand out to check Gojo’s forehead. 

Ai chuckled as she watched Gojo gently swat Geto’s hand away with a frown. “But you were fine earlier.” 

“Earlier?” 

Shit…

“When did you get here, Senpai?” Junpei asked, concern evident in his voice. “Were you waiting long?” 

As Ai panicked to come up with something to say she could feel Geto’s piercing gaze and it sent a chill down her spine. “I don’t think she left,” he said simply. 

“Wha–” 

Before Junpei could even get the word out Ai waved her hands as if trying to put out the imaginary fire that she had started. “A-anyway…Junpei-kun, let’s get you set up to take notes, okay?” 

Geto finished setting up the camera and looked over to Ai and Junpei. “If you need a break, Junpei, just let us know.” 

If Ai was alone, she would probably cry. Even though Geto was a demon, at least he was nice to her kouhai. It truly warmed her heart. 

Junpei shook his head. “I’ll be okay.” 

Ai wanted to object but decided to trust Junpei’s judgment. “Alright, if you’re sure.” She handed over her notebook and pen. “Take notes for me today. Leave the camera stuff to Geto, okay?” 

She couldn’t help it. Ai didn’t want to baby Junpei, but she wasn’t going to let him do anything too physical, like helping Geto with the lighting. Hopefully, note-taking wouldn’t be too much for him. 

Ai took a deep breath and turned to Gojo who had sat himself on the armrest of the couch, seemingly pouting as he played with his phone. “Are you ready, Gojo?” 

Gojo looked up and flashed Ai a smile. “Let’s do this.” 

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Tomorrow is the last day of spring break.

I have had a good one even though I didn't go anywhere or really do anything except house work. But I did get quite a bit done. Saw a lot of movies on SHUDDER and worked my way through the 101 greatest horror movie moments.

Honestly you should see it just for the Tom Savini and Tony Todd interviews. It was really good! There were so many directors and actors from movies that I liked that I had never seen inteeviewed before. IT DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS.

A few days before I had fallen asleep watching Lake Mungo and I'd actually tried to watch it another time and fell asleep that time too. So now I don't have to see it because the show told me exactly how I ended. Which saved me another 2 hours.

I swept and mopped the whole house even though it needs it again, repotted my plant, and cleaned off the top of the refrigerator. I also did laundry, took the cat in for her annual vet visit, and dyed my hair gray again ( I'm already going gray in spots so years ago I said to hell with it I want to control where the gray goes and make it look good so I dyed long streaks all through my hair and colored them gray ) and it looks fabulous. But gray does not last as a dye so you have to keep doing it over and over

Yesterday hubby and I actually had a date day where he finally went to check out one of my favorite restaurants here in town and we came back home and watched My Best Friend's Exorcism together.

I think I liked it more than he did but he liked it okay.💙

I also beat my highest level on Woodoku by seven levels and got a tie for the most awards I've ever gotten on it.

Now I have to go into school and rearrange my room because I want everyone sitting in different places after spring break.

And that's going to take a lot of time just dragging desks around.

And then I have to figure out who I'm sitting next to who. Right now I don't even care who works well together it's just going to be who can sit next to each other without killing each other at this point. In fact I am purposefully putting people together that don't necessarily like each other just because I'm sick and tired of all the talking.

I hope and pray I have many more Spring Breaks to come, but the older I get the more I start looking at things as what if this were my last one. I hope it's not but even if it was it was very productive and I did most importantly get a lot of rest and slept in every single day.

If any of you were fortunate enough to be off on spring break I hope it was a good one for you too and even if not I hope you have a great week next week.

[survey--s]

460.

Have you ever thought of a relationship as more of a job than love?  Yes, it's definitely felt like that at times - but I think all relationships can be like that at times - they're never going to be plain sailing.

Have you ever been caught right in the middle of a rain storm outside?  Sure, loads of times. I work outdoors and live in one of the rainiest areas of the country lol.

Have you got any cousins with interesting or embarrassing names?  Some of them have some unusual names but none of them are especially embarrassing or anything like that.

What is one food you could eat for a month, straight, and not get sick of? I don't think there is one - there are loads of foods I love but none of them are things I could eat constantly.

When was the last time you watched a complete hour of the news?  Probably right at the beginning of COVID. I get all my news online these days.

Have you ever spray painted something about your love somewhere? Nope.

When was the last time you visited the park? Who did you go with?  It was just on a dog walk - I think it was with Copper before Christmas.

Are you one of those people who like to eat at restaurants a lot? I do enjoy it but it's SO expensive now so it's not really something we can justify these days.

Have you ever been out on the ocean in a rather small boat?  Not right out into the ocean, but I've done pedaloe rides and stuff.

When was the last time you went swimming? Who did you go with, if anyone?  It was back when we went to Lanzarote but that was five years ago.

Do you like going to the beach, or do you not really care to go?  We live about two minutes from the beach lol. I love it but it doesn't hold the same appeal it did when I was younger.

What are your parents’ names? Are you named after either of them?  I'm not naming them, but the answer to your second question is no.

What was the last thing you bought at a store? When did you buy this?  I got some brown tape from Tesco yesterday.

What is one odd thing about the opposite sex you find to be attractive?  I can't really think of anything particularly odd.

What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment?  Just the TV show I'm watching and the cat snoring next to me. I think the other two cats are in the kitchen and everyone else is out.

Do you know a lot of things about the opposite sex’s body parts?  I mean, I know what I need to know.

What color is the kitchen in the house you’re in, painted?  The walls are cream, the units are duck egg blue and the surfaces are white.

Do you live in a town where basically everyone knows everyone else?  Hahah, yep, pretty much. Everyone knows everyone around here - you honestly can't do anything without everyone knowing about it.

When was the last time you or someone else in your family bought a vehicle?  Uh, I got a new car two years ago when my old car got totalled.

Are your grandparents the kind who are very protective of you? No, that's not how I'd describe them. They lived nowhere near me so we were never very close.

Have you ever, or do you live on a farm at this moment in time?  I haven't but I would absolutely love to own a small farm.

Are you one of those people who can’t help but download everything they find?  No.

How many things in the past have you bought off Ebay? What things?  Quite a few things - stuff for the dog, ID tags, wellies, clothes, wax melts and plenty of other bits.

Are you or the people you live with pack rats? Or are they tidy?  Mike is definitely a pack rat. It's probably the one thing about him that truly drives me absolutely mad. He is SO messy.

What are three things to you that are really worth the wait in life?  Uh, I don't know really.

Is there any sound everyone else finds weird, yet you find nice?  ASMR stuff. I just find it infuriating lol.

Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around?  No, I was the total opposite. I hated getting in trouble.

When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any?  I honestly don't remember, I pretty much never take naps.

Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut?  Nope.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents?  Sure. I mean, I love my parents but they're not my best friends.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through?  I can't think of anything specific right now.

Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes.

Do you think Enrique Iglesias is sexy? He's not unattractive but he's also not my type.

Can you text quickly?  Yeah. A fast-paced job helps you with that.

Do you like fast food or does it disgust you?  I like McDonald's but I'm not a fan of KFC or Burger King.

Which singer’s vocals would you love to steal?  Tracy Chapman.

What’s your favourite shop?  It depends what I'm buying - but clothes-wise probably Fat Face.

Have you got a hairdresser that you can trust? Yeah, my sister-in-law does my hair for me.

Are you a deep or light sleeper? Both, ha. I struggle to get to sleep if there's noise or stuff going on around me, but once I'm asleep I'm out.

Do you wear a lot of make up? No, I pretty much never wear any make-up.

Do you get nervous before exams? I used to, but I haven't done exams for years now.

Does the weather influence your mood? Hmm, yes - I find windy weather really overwhelming and stressful for some reason lol. I think it's a sensory thing.

Who was the last person you kissed? My husband.

What’s your favourite alcoholic drink? Disaronno and coke for mixers, or raspberry daquiris for cocktails. I also like raspberry vodka and lemonade.

Do you watch Big Brother? No. I was never allowed to watch it when it first came out, and by the time I was allowed, I never saw the appeal.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Shane kills Hershel's Walker | The Walking Dead" on YouTube

They're very sick that they can't help what they're doing. Part of the brain deteriorated and they're juiced up and you can tell by the color of the skin and the guy is an a****** and just wanted to kill her and made up an excuse he said she was possessed and it was old man's wife and he killed the a****** and made sure he was dead and it happened and the guy who killed it was a return and the guy who lost the wife was not and thier tired of it. They're executing more retarded folks than you've ever seen everywhere on Earth they're tired of them coming back they're kind of hoards of them invading and ruining stuff they're tired of them getting the way of everything they're trying to do including cleaning up the air to make it safe and making their sore treatment work better just sick and tired of seeing their stupid faces and having their spouses and their kids getting their blood sucked and I'm missing forever and getting eaten by these morons. Try to have the name of you today all over the place and the government screwed up and the economy doesn't work right and they lost tons of businesses and territory everything is wrong because these idiots don't know what they're doing now they're going around getting rid of regular people and we're at war with them and now finally the max are at war with them pretty soon they will they'll be gone

Hera

True yes

Zues

We have about 450,000 more lock trying to get into punta Gorda and it's the results of this clip no they've been trying all night about seven waves and that's about 2.3 million people and trying to get into Charlotte county about 200 million so far tonight all of them are dead all there are idiots they all come from nearby and just keep coming in pretty soon there won't be any of them left and they're hienous and they're mean is despicable people. Hellman took the wife back in. It my husband that sometimes it's just a motor center in the shot wasn't that bad and he hit her and she was cool and he killed them all and took them all out waited made sure and brought her back and healed her in the future it's in the near future no it was in the past several days ago and he's pointed out that there's a bunch of Max around and he got with them and said this is what they did and they're doing to us all over the place and they started killing them morlock I know hunted globally a big groups and they're going to go after them until they're gone they don't want them coming back. Hera spoke to the status of the woman and man you saw being killed by the warlock and he saves her and himself and he sees my husband saying don't just sit there and take it from these nothings. It's another fighting they're finding out that they're more like a small now and a lot easier to hit. The guy tard says he's sending code when he got caught doing something stupid.

Hera added some more. And trying to enter Florida about 3 trillion an hour and they're all retarded and they're dead and there are more than trying to enter now about 300 quadrillion behind them before so about 200 octillion there's several waves of that and then a big one about 1,000 octillion and they're running out of idiots in America they're going to be gone soon when they form up they get hit. Tons of informing up right now about 300,000 octillion and they're going to try and get here from all over the country including the Midwest and once they leave their bunkers are gone and they're coming out and they're forming up and they're being hit. About two more waves like that and they're done and we're taking the bunkers out as it goes. Hera States.

And we say this it's going to be done for them tonight in the United States. And they'll be all done fairly soon and we're thinking of doing what he's saying in the Midwest clearing the whole area out so let's just keep doing this pulling all their bunkers and plug them up first so we looked at it who said this it would be safer than what we're doing cuz we have some control and infiltrated and we have tons in there and were kicking the max out. Tons of them are fleeing. Ripping out a ton of stuff and we're taking them down town to town city to city in the Midwest in the middle areas. I was going in with troops all over the middle areas and trucks and cars and tanks and all sorts of stuff big tanks tons of smaller ones and securing the areas. I'm 15 minutes we will start a different maneuver out there

Thor Freya well thank you for your attention you two and they thank us

Olympus

Zues Hera

[darknessjournal]

It's so incredible to look back on your past and see how you've created everything you've ever wanted.

3 years ago today..

It wasOctober 11, 2019. I would have been at my restaurant right now, working another long shift as I prepared for the ownership transfer on Nov 1. I was 125 lb, working myself sick, living in my house with my husband in a miserable marriage.

All I wanted was rest. After 120 days of working with only 10 days off, I was dreaming about rekindling my relationship, doing whatever I wanted with my time, and being able to spend as much time with my dog as possible.

2 years ago today...

It was October 11, 2020. I would have been at my warehouse job picking, packing, & shipping. And cold. My promotion was due to set in on Nov 1. I would have driven home to my mom's that day because I got divorced earlier that year. I was 135lb, depressed, and scared as hell about figuring out how to support myself.

I was dreaming of the day I would be sitting in my own place, working from home with my dog on the couch next to me, having the money and freedom to do whatever, whenever.

1 year ago today...

I was October 11, 2021.. I would woken up by 5 am, gymmed, taken my dog for a walk, and had an hour of personal time before starting my work from home daily job with my dog on the couch next to me. I was making more money than I ever had before but my job made me miserable and the roach infestation in my apartment was terrible.

I was dreaming of moving into a bigger space with somewhere for my dog to run.. Man, I really missed my old house from my marriage... I was also dreaming of a new job. Working from home, but with flexible hours. Somewhere that treats me like the adult I am and values my skills over 'busy-ness'.

Today...

Today is October 11, 2022.

Today I sit in my old house from my marriage while my dog naps on the living room floor in front of the back door. There's a coloring book and colored pencils laid out on my lap as I'm cuddled in blankets on the couch at 12:43 pm on a Tuesday.

My job is perfect. It's every single thing I dreamt of. My laptop sits on the couch next to me as I pend work flow but they know my worth. They don't care how long I spend doing my job as long as it gets done and is correct. I worked 10 hours last week and am paid a full salary. My gym time is whenever I want it to be, I wake up whenever I want, I stay up as late as I want, I have full freedom.

In Nov I'm going on a $3,000 trip to see my friend whom I haven't seen in almost 10 years. While still fully paying all of my bills and having extra.

I'm dreaming of a love so grand... And I think I've just found it within myself... You can't pour from an empty cup... Fill your cup with liquid love first, then as you continue to pour, it spills out into the 3D.. Manifesting the external, 3D version of your love. It's only creative purpose is to show you externally the level of love you hold for yourself within. I get it.

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I was so miserable in my marriage 3 years ago and had no understanding of what was happening within me. It's because I was meant for so much more. I've done everything I've set out to accomplish thus far and as I sit here, trying to think of the next desire, or adjustment to my life, all that comes to mind is love.

A relationship so marvelous our friends don't even understand it. A best friend who loves the fuck out of me.

I can't wait to see what's happening a year from now.

[teaandinanity]

Day Five - Festival

[babblydrabbly]

Can I request “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” with Rick Flag please? Thanks!

happy hour

rick flag x argus agent!reader - general - warnings: alcohol. language. implied/attempted domestic abuse, canon-typical violence. buzzed Rick. kissing.

750 words. this got a little long because bffs to lovers w/ rick flag is my drug.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." The rough grab comes as a shock to you.

You look up at your date, a little taken aback when you were heated just moments ago. One last argument to spoil the night.

You're opening your mouth calmly to warn him just what will happen if he doesn't let go of your arm, when a hand flies across your vision. It strikes your significant other in the chest swiftly, shoving him away.

"Rick." You quickly step in front of the colonel before he cocks his fist back and goes for a knock out. You've seen what your best friend looks like when he's 'seeing red', and you know you're staring at it right now.

Rick throws the back exit door to the bar open a few moments later, letting the two of you out into the cool Louisiana air. It hits the brick wall with a bang, bouncing back behind you as you follow him.

"Fucker thinks he can manhandle you like that. Manhandle anyone like that infronna me." He grits through his clenched jaw. His southern drawl is thicker when he's angry.

You watch him pace back and forth, his hands low on his hips as he tries to let the steam off. Rick turns around and walks right up to you, and you arch a brow in faint amusement.

"Knew he was trouble." Rick accuses as he points back inside.

"Mhm." You agree.

"Always talkin'. Can't even take a punch." He scoffs.

"To be fair, you know how to land 'em well."

"I shoulda let you knock that asshole out. Can't believe you're datin' him." He continues warily. But you grasp both his elbows before he can start pacing again.

Rick stills immediately, blinking down at you.

"If I hadn't just broken up with him, I certainly would have done it after a display like that." You assure him. Rick takes a moment to process the news before it clicks.

"You- you're done with him?"

"Rick, that was entirely inappropriate in there! He showed his colors, and I'm done." You huff.

The colonel opens his mouth, then closes it. Then he opens it again after straightening his shoulders. "Well good, 'cuz I need to tell you somethin' and- and I'm not gonna wait til it's too late again."

Again? You wonder.

"You..." Rick trails off uncharacteristically. "I'm sick of you gettin' treated like that. I know you can handle yourself out there but I-"

"...Yes, Rick?"

Your stomach flutters when Rick moves a step forward and takes your face in both his hands gently. You remain still, gazing up at his flash of hesitation- at the soft pang of nervousness you so rarely witnessed when it came to your best friend.

"I... I wouldn't treat you like that. You know I wouldn't. You kick my ass when I'm outta line and I'm fuckin' in love with you for it, darlin'. I- I- love-"

Rick stills when he realizes he's already admitted it. His tongue darts between his lips anxiously before he rips his hands away.

The two of you let the confession hang there for a moment in silence.

"Rick..." You finally say.

He steps back. "No, you don't have to-"

"Jesus! Can I get a word in edgewise with anyone tonight?" You cry, nearly bursting into laughter.

Rick swallows, looking dejectedly at you.

"I... gosh, I've been waiting for so long to hear you say that. Kind of wish I was more prepared." You remark.

You decide against any further words and close the space between you and Rick. His eyes search yours wildly til the last moment, almost unready to kiss you as you pull him down to you by the front of his shirt.

Everything familiar about him- his brand of beer, his cologne and the sweet tang of sweat after a night of drinks in a packed bar. Even the soft sound of his breath as it hitches against your lips- all hit you in a way you've never experienced.

You could compare the thrill to an airdrop, or the moment before a grenade goes off. And Rick Flag would understand exactly what you mean, because no one knows you more inside out than the man standing in front of you.

When you pull away, Rick appears to be having a similar revelation. His eyes open again slowly as the crease between his brows softens, disappearing.

The two of you stand there in each other's arms, both familiar and entirely different now all at once.

"You really should've let me knock his lights out." You murmur. "I was looking forward to it all night."

150 Prompts

[meowniee]

Lee Taeyong - One Shot

Pairing: Female Reader (photographer) x Lee Taeyong (idol)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: oral (f/m) | fingering (f) | penetration | protected sex | squirt | manhandling | finger sucking

Synopsis: Who would have thought that doing a photo shoot with NCT would lead you to stay after your working hours in a room alone with Taeyong...

You were already asleep when you got a call from your boss. One of the photographers who would be working tomorrow had gotten sick and he needed you to go to work in her place. You had been hired a few months ago, but you hadn't worked on any major projects yet, even though your experience in the field is impeccable. He asked you to arrive early tomorrow at the film set and your colleague would explain all the work. You were so excited, it would be your first opportunity to show your talent, whatever job it was.

You could barely sleep and ended up waking up earlier than you needed to. You chose a comfortable outfit, pants and shirt, ate your favorite breakfast, did some very basic makeup, highlighting your cute lips, and went out to the photo set. The day was beautiful with a very blue sky and a shining sun. It was almost 10 am when you arrived at the luxurious hotel where the photos would be. At the entrance, your colleague was waiting for you with an iced coffee in each hand. You greeted each other quickly, thanking her for the coffee, and headed into the hotel, picking up your credentials at the lobby. On the way to the main hall, she explained to you that they would have a big crew today because they were going to photograph a famous K-pop group, NCT127. Each photographer would be responsible for one of them during the individual photos, and the photos would be taken in a hotel room according to the aesthetic that each one wanted. She told you that you would be responsible for Taeyong, the leader of the group. You were shocked. You were just replacing the sick photographer and were you responsible for none other than the GROUP LEADER? “Don't worry, he's an experienced idol. He'll help you with whatever you need. He's also a sweetheart, rest assured”, she said, patting your arm. You sighed in relief. You need to do your best today to take your best pictures. You knew Taeyong and how perfect he was in the photos. His features were sharp and his gaze was deep, the best set for a good model.

It didn't take long for all the photographers and directors to arrive, preparing their cameras, lights and scenery, reviewing the positions and space around them. The beats of their music echoed faintly through the hall. You heard rumbles coming from the entrance to the hall and turned to see what was going on. The boys had arrived along with their security guards and managers. They were mostly in sweats and comfortable clothes, clearly without the luxurious outfits prepared for the photos. Some messy hair, sleepy eyes and yawns accompanied their expression, but that didn't stop you from noticing how beautiful they were. Extremely beautiful. They were talking to each other, sipping their coffee, laughing and settling down next to the staff members. The blonde one, Taeyong, stood in front of them, ceasing their conversation. They greeted all of the staff, bowing and smiling. The director took the lead and made the general introductions. "We will have a team responsible for each member to optimize the work today. Please direct each member to their workstation to begin preparations". He called one name at a time, redirecting the boys to their teams. The makeup artists and hairdressers started to work, preparing their looks according to the references they had received. You stood a little away from him, a little embarrassed, holding your camera. You didn't want to take pictures of him without makeup, respecting his personal space, so you waited until the stylists had finished. He was perfect now, with his hair straight and his makeup done. Soft pink lips emphasized the shape. He was fiddling with his cell phone, waiting for the moment to go change. You approached slowly. “Hi Mr. Lee… I’m Y/n. I am your photographer today”, you introduced yourself, bending a little and unable to look at him. “Hey! Nice to meet you.”. You raised your eyes a little to see him. He was smiling and waving his hand. “I didn't know you. Are you new here?”, he asked. “Yes… Hm… I'm replacing a colleague who couldn't come”, you answered, squeezing your camera in your hands. “If you have any questions or need help, just ask me, okay?”, he smiled and got up to go dress up. You breathed a sigh of relief. You were very nervous and hadn't even realized you weren't breathing properly. He seemed very kind and that made you more relieved.

The group photos were quick. The boys were very professional, they knew exactly what to do, where to look and how to position their bodies. They were very comfortable with the production, playing games with each other but not disturbing each other's work. Everyone's attention was focused on them, always going to fix some hair that was out of place, or some slightly smudged makeup. Words of encouragement from the photographers only made them more excited. You were always watching Taeyong. You needed to learn how he looked at the camera, what angles he preferred and how he liked to pose for pictures. He was the one who looked most comfortable among them all. He wore burgundy pants and a shiny leather jacket, no shirt. Sometimes your eyes locked, making your whole body heat up, and eventually you would shyly look away.

Everyone had lunch at the hotel restaurant and then went to the individual sets. All lights and equipment were mounted. The rooms weren't very big, but the staff was downsized now so you wouldn't have a problem with that. The room had a bed by the window, a sofa across the room, and a rug with wave patterns. The pale colors contrasted with Taeyong's clothes.

Individual photos took longer. Taeyong always stopped to look at the result in the notebook, giving suggestions for light, for angles, praising your photos. You were getting more and more comfortable with him, laughing at the jokes and daring to get closer. “It's almost 7 PM, we should start wrapping up”, you said. He looked at you. “I really want to try some other poses and angles. Y/n, can you stay up a little later?” he asked and you nodded quickly. It was your most important job so far and you would make the most of it. “We won't need the production. You all can go. These photos will be for my personal project. Thank you so much for your hard work today”. He said, turning to the rest of the staff. They thanked and bowed, starting to pack their things and leave the room. You were very happy that he asked you to take more photos for his personal project. So he liked your work, right? You were enjoying working with him too. The conversation and exchange of ideas flowed easily. You quickly understood what he wanted and could reproduce it with your clicks. You had good chemistry together. “I'm going to go down and get my stuff from downstairs and from there we can start, ok?”, you said, opening the door and heading for the elevator. You were very excited... and a little nervous about being alone in a room with him. Quickly grabbing your extra lights and lenses, you went back to the hotel room, thinking of all the angles that could be made there. You knocked on the door before entering. Taeyong had his notebook open, sitting on the couch. The room was cozier now that all the lights were out and there wasn't a lot of equipment in the corners. “I ordered drinks and some snacks for us. We can relax a little while I explain to you what I thought for these photos.”, he said as you put your things down by the couch, sitting on the bed in front of him. “Oh thank you! So… Tell me a little about your project, please”, you asked him. His eyes were shining as he told you about his new album that he produced himself. He was thinking about taking photos to promote digitally. A sexier concept as his songs were very intimate. You really liked everything. He had a very artistic mind and he spoke in a very emotional way.

The snacks arrived and you thanked them, you were starving. At some point you sat next to him on the couch while he showed you pictures he liked, so you could follow the concept. You both finished eating and you got up, “How do you want to start? Maybe on the couch?”, he nodded, crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa, his tiger look appearing again. His duality was incredible. Super cute and adorable off camera, but extremely irresistible on them. His poses were great and you always praised him between them, cheering him on. He lay on his back on the couch, letting his arm fall over the edge, looking directly at you through the camera lens. This was the best photo of the night, for sure. He sat, legs closed, back laying on the couch. If you were your camera right now, you would be melted by his gaze. “Can you take one up close?”, he asked. You positioned yourself very close to his legs, leaning forward to get as close as possible, trying to balance. “You can put your legs around mine. That’s okay”. You did as he said, timidly opening your legs and getting closer to him, his legs between yours. He lay a little more on the couch, flirting with the lenses. Or with you? You didn't know anymore at that point. You tried to get a little closer, but you lost your balance, falling forward. He quickly put his hands around your waist, holding you, making you sit in his lap. “Are you ok?”, he asked. You were so embarrassed, your cheeks were burning. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Thank you”, you whispered. You didn't try to get up and he didn't move either. His hands still gripping your waist, holding you in place. “Maybe a photo this close will be good”, he murmured, lightly squeezing his hands on you. You quickly raised the camera. You thanked you for not having to look him in the eye, but being able to see him through the lens was a really amazing view. You clicked several times, trying to capture the most of the moment. You tightened your thighs around him, getting closer. His hands gently moved down your legs as his gaze traveled over your entire body. He bit his lower lip when you whispered a compliment, letting his head fall back, panting softly. He was enjoying the whole moment, just like you. You took his chin between your fingers and pushed it up, making him face the camera. Your thumb lightly scraping the bitten lip as he opened it slightly. Lowering the camera, you glared into his eyes, pushing your finger slowly between his lips, testing the waters. You let a low moan escape as he ran his tongue over your finger, circling slowly and then closing his lips around it.

Taeyong was so sexy already totally drunk with pleasure underneath you, with labored breathing and huge pupils dilated by arousal. You could almost feel him melt under your touch, giving himself completely. Was this really happening? Or did you hit your head in the elevator and this is all just your mind's creation? The questioning passed quickly when you felt a sharp bite on your finger, pulling you back to reality. Yes, he was there, deliciously sucking your finger like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever had. Putting the camera to one side entirely, you looked deep into his eyes, lifting your head with a defiant look as your fingers tightened inside his mouth, forcing him to open it. He took a deep breath before suddenly grabbing you around the waist and pulling you close to his chest, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto his chest completely, bracing both your hands on the couch behind him. You felt him pushing his hips up against yours just before your lips met. His lips were colder than yours, giving you goosebumps. Quickly devouring each other, the kiss became extremely hot as your tongues twisted against each other, tasting the sweet needy taste. You slipped your hand from his chest, past his neck, into his blonde hair, tangling your fingers in, pressing your mouths even closer, deepening the kiss. A purr resonated through his chest, leaving you extremely excited. He was so responsive to your actions, melting at any gesture, especially when you showed dominance over him.

You let your head fall back, leaving your neck free, guiding Taeyong to kiss you there. Despite the strength of your hand in his hair, he took his time kissing your jaw until he reached the base of your neck, biting and licking near your collarbone. His hands moved up from your hips, working their way under your shirt, reaching the base of your breasts. His hands weren't big, but they hugged your ribs as best they could. Running his hands down your back until he reached your shoulders, he pressed you down, against your prominent volume growing inside his pants, kissing the valley between your breasts through your shirt. You can do nothing but sigh. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, letting Taeyong sink between your breasts, kissing them through the lace of your bra as his deft hands opened it from behind. He pulled back for a moment as he slipped the straps over your shoulder, letting the bra fall between you, quickly tossing it to the side. Admiring your bare breasts, he cupped them both in his hands, massaging them gently, playing with your nipples between his fingers, lightly squeezing, earning a moan from you. Looking deep into your eyes, he brought his pink lips near to your nipple, pressing the tip of his tongue around it before capturing it with his mouth. The other one was being pinched and twirled between his fingers. You could feel your arousal making you wet, pooling in the fabric of your panties. You pressed your hips against his, trying to feel him hard against your clothed core.

You were startled when he quickly flipped you over with your back to the couch, sitting you down and pulling your hips closer to the edge. He found the waistband of your pants and pulled it with his fingers along with your panties, leaving you totally naked. His eyes ran all over your body, burning through every part they passed. Spreading your legs, he positioned in the middle as he sought your lips for another hot kiss. He was still fully dressed and it made you a little embarrassed to be undressed. You took advantage of the fact that he was close and started to open the buttons on his leather coat as he sucked your tongue and left bites on your lips. He helped you finish taking off his coat, throwing it somewhere in the room. He took a moment for you to look at him between your legs, standing up, and appreciate his gorgeous torso, now exposed since he wasn't wearing any shirt. He knelt gracefully between your legs, still looking into your eyes, and placed his hands on the inner part of your thigh, forcing you to spread your legs even further so that he could fit his broad shoulders between them. He brought his lips too close to your wet folds, but he didn't touch, just laid there, breathing hot, making you feel how close he was from your core. You grabbed his hair and forced his head against you, which he gladly accepted, flattening his tongue on your cunt. It didn't take long before he was devouring you hungrily, licking up all of your liquid, sucking on your clit and twisting his tongue around it. It felt great and you moaned his name under your breath, trying not to yell at all the neighbors to hear. You felt your orgasm approaching and began to roll your hips, rubbing yourself against his tongue. You couldn't help when your back arched and the wave of heat spilled over your whole body. He didn't stop sucking on your clit, prolonging the sensation of pleasure as your body writhed with each movement. When the sensation started to get painful from overstimulation, he slipped two fingers inside your wet interior, starting to move them curved, reaching the most sensitive point. You were about to ask him to stop when you felt another orgasm coming. His fingers worked fast in and out of your pussy, rubbing your g-spot with precision, while his mouth kissed your super sensitive clit. You felt an incredible pressure taking hold of your uterus, as if your bladder were suddenly too full. You tried to close your legs, but he held you tight, looking you in the eyes, daring you to stay there. You were hit by a high-speed train when your second orgasm came too quickly compared to the previous one. “Fuck…”, you yelled as you heard the louder and wet noises spreading through the room as Taeyong guided you through your moment of ecstasy. When you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “God…that was really hot…”, he said, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking each one until there was no juices left. You looked at your legs and saw that they were much wetter than usual. It's been a long time since you last had a squirt. And you were sure this wasn't the first time he's done this with a woman.

You saw his other hand rubbing the volume down his pants. He made you feel so good and now you wanted to return the favor. “Get up”, you asked, signaling with your finger. He immediately got up. Small dark stains covered the front of his burgundy pants, hit by your juices. Both of his hands were clasped behind his back, puffing out his chest and taking a deep breath, waiting for you. You reached for the button on his pants, undoing it slowly as you teased him with your gaze. You slid the zipper down at a slow pace, anticipating your touch on his cock. He was wearing black boxers, which fit perfectly against his body, showing the design of his hard member constrained by the fabric. You dropped his pants on his feet. Taking a firm grip on his ass and squeezing, you brought your lips close to his still-covered volume, sliding your lips over his length. You earned a sigh of appreciation. He didn't tease you, so you wouldn't tease him either. You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, freeing his hard cock. He was wet with pre-cum, glistening in the bedroom light, inviting your mouth to suck it. You took it in your hand, being careful not to put too much pressure, and brought the tip to your lips, giving light kisses around it as you looked at him. His eyes sparkling with anticipation when you stuck your tongue out, gently circling, collecting the pre-cum to taste it. He was so sweet you almost couldn't believe it. You put his whole head in your mouth and increased the pressure on your hand, making him moan louder than before. Sliding down to the end of its length and back, feeling it hit the back of your throat, you started to suck it, your other hand mimicking your movements, but to the opposite side. When your head twisted to the right as you swallowed his length, your hand met twisting to the left. He was moaning hard from pleasure, making you feel proud of your perfect blowjob. You were determined to make him come in your mouth, so you took his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them back and forth as you deepthroated his entire length. You were about to go back when you felt his hand pressing your head further, keeping his cock in your hot throat. You couldn't fight the gag reflex, but he pulled back your head, freeing your throat so you could breathe.

Your lips were all wet with saliva, as was his dick. He pulled your head, making you look at him. "Please… I don't want to come yet…", he begged between sighs. You stood up, hugging his defined waist, quickly spinning him around, causing him to lose his balance and land on the couch. You sat on his lap, positioning your needy pussy on top of his hard cock. Resting your hands on his chest, you started grinding his entire length with your wet folds. He took hold of your hips and helped guide the movement, rolling his eyes back at the wonderful feeling it was like to have you slide past him. “Do you have a condom?”, you asked. He was a little bewildered with pleasure and looked a little startled by the question. “Y-yes…”, he replied, quickly reaching into his wallet and pulling one out. You barely waited for him to finish putting on as you positioned yourself with your entrance to the head of his cock, taking advantage that he was holding it up.

You slid painfully slowly across his length, watching his gaze fixed on where he disappeared inside you. You both moaned low as you reached the end, waiting until your tight walls got used to his size. He cupped both of your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth and kissing it as if it were your lips. You started to roll your hips with his dick deep inside you. “Fuck…”, you both whispered. You couldn't keep it that way for long, so you got up until it almost came out of you, and sank down again. You kept the rhythm steady, enjoying the pleasure inside you. Your brain still didn't seem to process the fact that you were fucking none other than Taeyong. He was really perfect, like he came out of an anime. And he was enjoying being there with you… it made you even more turned out. He started to move his hips too, slamming against you harder, pushing even deeper. You couldn't hold back a shriek of pleasure as it hit so deep you could have sworn you'd feel pain there tomorrow. He kept it deep and strong, the thrusts getting more and more sloppy while the two of you were a moaning mess. Both bodies tense feeling the orgasm approaching, labored breathing filling the room with gasps of air. Grabbing the hair at the back of his head and forcing him away from your sensitive nipple, you captured his lips with yours, still tasting your own juice on his tongue. You could feel your walls tightening and his cock throbbing. You stopped bouncing on him, just focusing on kissing his mouth, but he held your hips in the air, giving him room to move under you, pushing his cock deeper and faster with harder and harder. You dropped your head at the base of his neck, moaning not so low his name as he nibbled and sucked on your neck, increasing your pleasure even further. “Fuck, Taeyong… I’m so close… Please, don’t stop”, you begged this time, holding tight his body against yours. Your words made him fuck you even faster, moaning in a low tone countless curses in your ear. Your orgasm erupted as he licked and bit your earlobe, giving you shivers all over your body, followed by the tingling sensation. Your walls squeezed his cock hard inside you, sucking him in with your pussy. He couldn’t hold it any longer and he's bursted all of his cum into the condom, deep inside you. He didn't stop moving in and out until you were both almost starting to feel pain from overstimulation.

You lay there cuddled together as your bodies rested, restoring your breathing rhythm and heartbeat. This all still didn't feel real. You just had the best sex of your life with… him. You were awakened from your thoughts by his voice in your ear. “Can we take a shower together?”, he asked, his voice so soft he didn't sound like the same person from a few minutes ago. “Only if you wash my hair for me…”, you joked. “Okay, I can do that”, he smiled. He helped you to your feet and went to the bathroom and started getting ready for the shower. “I'll order us something to eat if you don't mind. I'm hungry and I believe you are too”. You nodded as you wrapped yourself in the robe that was in the bedroom. He was being so adorable and caring. In fact, you wouldn't expect him to just send you away after having melted under your touch so easily. He was a gentleman and he was making you feel special right now.

The shower was fun and he let you do various hairstyles with the shampoo bubbles in his hair. Also the timing was perfect. As soon as you guys got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your hotel robes, the food he ordered arrived in your room. Both of you ate while he told stories about behind the scenes in the clips and funny situations with other members of the group. He was so easy to talk to and give you pleasure that you could easily fall in love...

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

[tyongxnct]

𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

summary: Dating Mark Lee was wonderful- until it wasn’t. You were fighting all the time and he hurt you with his words, but this time you had enough. You couldn’t let him hurt you and accept him back whenever he said that he was sorry. You were so sick of letting him hurt you, so sick of him talking about your relationship with others behind your back. He changed so much, you probably did too, but he wasn’t the person you fell in love with anymore.

song: same old love - Selena Gomez

genre: angst, a dash of fluff

warnings: swearing, mention of sex

word count: 2,7k

A/N: this one’s a little short and I hope you enjoy it anyway! 💖 a little spoiler for the last story in my series: back to you won’t be a short fic, it’s going to be a full fic with (currently) over 7k words and I’m not finished yet! If you want to be added to the taglist send me an ask! 🥰

taglist: @alex-chann​, @aesthetichrj​

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Take away your things and go You can't take back what you said, I know I've heard it all before, at least a million times I'm not one to forget, you know

“Leave. Take all of your things and go.”

“No, baby, fuck. I didn’t mean-“ Mark stepped forward and you stepped backwards. It broke his heart. “What? You didn’t mean it? It’s not your first time saying that Mark. I’ve had enough. We’re going in circles, it needs to stop!”

It wasn’t the first time that Mark told you that he’s sick of you and that he wished that he never dated you in the first place.

“I love you, baby. Believe me, I was just angry and-“

“frustrated- I know, it’s always the same excuse Mark. I know that you don’t love me, so please, just leave. Find someone you love and who treats you better, apparently I’m not enough.”

“I do! I do love you! Just hear me out, please!” Mark was crying, you weren’t even crying.

“Why are you crying? I’m letting you go Mark, you don’t have to force yourself to stay with me anymore.” Your heart clenched, your hands formed to fists, nails dug into your soft skin.

“I love you…” he whispered, “I love you so much, please give me one last chance.” He begged. “Did you love me when you told Johnny that I was so annoying? Did you love me when you told Jaehyun that you’re sick of having sex with me, sick of me calling you and texting you? Sick of me asking you about your day and worrying about you? Did you love me when you told Mina, that we aren’t serious? How can you love me when we aren’t even serious?”

Mark looked defeated, “H-how did you-“

“Is that important? You talked to them every time I was with you, you wanted me to hear that. You want me to break up with you because you are a fucking coward.”

“I-I never wanted you to hear that- I just, I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, please. I’m begging you, give me one last chance. I love you. I really love you so much, I can’t do it without you. I need you in my life.” Mark wiped away his tears with his hands, but the tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

“I’ll never forget how you treated me, how much you hate me. You made me think it was my fault- that I was the one who destroyed this relationship, but it wasn’t me. It was you, and now, take your things and go. We’re done.” You didn’t allow the tears to fall until you entered the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

I don't believe, I don't believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees Right now

You fell on your knees, your hand was on your mouth, covering your whimpers and sobs. It hurt, you loved him so much it broke you apart. You felt your chest tighten, the pain filled your body and there was nothing you could do to stop the pain.

“I-I love you. So much.” Mark was on the other side of the door, his hand was on the doorknob, he couldn’t hold you anymore, it was over now. Mark was still crying as he held his bag tightly and hoped that you’d open the door and jump in his arms, for one last time.

He could hear you, your sobs were loud, you were never good in hiding your emotions. Your eyes filled with tears and pain. “I’m sorry.” And with that, he walked out of your apartment and left.

You couldn’t breathe, the hand that covered your mouth before, was now holding your chest tightly. Your eyes were wide, were you having a panic attack? The bathroom suffocated you, the walls came closer and closer and you were having a hard time controlling your breathing.

Your curled up and closed your eyes, you tried to think of happy memories. Yeah, you had happy memories with Mark, not just bad memories. The first time you had met him was your favorite memory of him.

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

You’ve met Mark on a blind date your friend had arranged for you almost two and a half years ago. She told you that you were a perfect match and after two weeks of begging you to meet him, you said yes. It wouldn’t hurt right?

“He’s a little bit shy, okay maybe not a little bit, but like, you know, he’s cute you’ll love him.” Your friend said as she helped you with your make up. “I’m shy too! What If we just sit there and don’t talk?” you said worriedly.

“No, he will talk. Maybe even a little too much.”

You looked through the restaurant and looked for the man in blue. The two of you decided to wear a matching color since you still didn’t know what he looked like, and he told you to wear blue because it was his favorite color.

Your gaze met his, and your brain stopped working because he looked so handsome and cute at the same time. Mark’s smile widened as he watched you walk over to him. His palms were sweaty, and he was absolutely nervous.

“Hey, Mark?” you said nervously.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Mark. Wow you’re way prettier than I imagined.” He rambled and you smiled at him shyly. “Oh yeah right.” He got up and helped you with your chair like a gentleman. “Thank you.”

“Uhm, I ordered red wine, but like, if you want to drink something else, like, champagne or something tell me.” He was talking so fast and you could see how nervous he was, just like you.

“No, no. Red wine is totally fine.”

“Yeah, uhm, Minsoo told me that you like red wine, but I thought maybe you’d like to drink something else.” He rambled again. “Am I talking too much? I feel like I’m talking too much.”

“No,” you giggled, “You’re not talking too much don’t worry.”

“That’s good, my friends told me to shut up, but I feel like I can’t stop talking. Did I tell you that you’re really pretty?” Mark didn’t even notice the waiter looking at him with his mouth wide open, “Thank you, Mark. You are very handsome.”

The waiter looked to you and then back to Mark as you and Mark just looked at each other without saying anything. The waiter cleared his throat, “Sir, would you like to order now?”

And after ordering, your night was filled with smiles, giggles, and loud laughs. Mark was so funny and cute the whole time, and when you held his hand, which was resting on top of the table, his cheeks started burning and you just wanted to squish his cheeks.

“You’re so adorable.” You smiled at him shyly. “And you’re so gorgeous.”

You were in front of your apartment, even though you didn’t want the night to end, but it was almost 1 am and you had classes the next day. “I had so much fun tonight, Mark. Thank you so much.”

“Me too. And uhm, I really would love to do it again.” He blushed a little. “Me too. You have my number?”

He nodded and you couldn’t resist, so you tiptoed and kissed his cheek before you entered your apartment, “Good night, Mark.”

I'm not spending any time, wasting tonight on you I know, I've heard it all So don't you try and change your mind 'Cause I won't be changing too, you know

You woke up on the bathroom floor. After crying for hours and trying to calm yourself down, you fell asleep. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, the memories you shared with Mark were beautiful, almost too good to be true. But after everything you’ve been through, you didn’t want to wallow in memories. Even it’s just for one night, you wanted to stop feeling sad and down, you just wanted to be happy and think about yourself first. No more thoughts on Mark’s wellbeing, no more going through pictures of him on your phone and no more texting him that you missed him.

You were determined, your relationship with Mark was over, and he wouldn’t change your mind this time, like he always did. This time, you had enough.

You can't believe, still can't believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees Right now

“H-Hyung, I just- fuck.” Mark cried into his palms. Johnny knew that your relationship with Mark was about to end, after everything Mark had told him, he didn’t think he’d see his friend crying like this after you broke up with him. “I just can’t believe it, I-I thought that we’d be together forever, no matter w-what.”

“Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?” Johnny asked carefully.

Mark shook his head, “I-I don’t know what I wanted, I only know that I want her b-but she’ll never want me back.”

“You said it yourself though, that you were sick-“

“I know what I said!” he shouted at his friend, “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to shout at you, but like, I know what I said and If I could take it back I would. I just feel so… so empty without her. I think… I think I was scared that she’d stop loving me first and that’s why I pushed her away.”

“That’s literally the dumbest thing you could’ve done.” Johnny sighed.

“She didn’t even cry. S-She looked so, so done. Done with me and done with everything, like she fell apart and it’s all because of me.”

Mark couldn’t breathe, his heart clenched, and he gripped his shirt, everything suffocated him. He remembered your emotionless face and the emptiness in your eyes, and this time it was Mark who was on his knees, having a panic attack.

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

A couple weeks after your fight with Mark, you found yourself alone at home, an empty bottle of wine next to your empty bed.

He didn’t try to contact you. The only information you had about him was that he stayed with Johnny. Johnny sent a simple text, telling you that he was sorry and that Mark was in safe hands, since he knew, that you after everything still cared for him.

You didn’t cry after the last time you cried. It’s going to be a long journey until you close the big chapter labeled ‘Mark’ and you hoped that it’s going to be a peaceful journey, but after tonight, you weren’t sure if there was a possible future without Mark in it.

Suddenly you heard sounds coming from your door. Didn’t you lock it? Who is trying to get into your apartment? It was past midnight and with a pan in your one hand, you slowly walked to the door.

Of course, it was him. Mark still had your spare key and he forgot to ask for your permission before he entered.

You let out the breath you were holding. “What are you doing here? Did you forget anything?”

Mark looked at you and then at he pan in your hand. “Are you going to hit me with it? I’ll let you do it If you listen to me for just a minute.”

“N-No I’m not going to hit you with. I thought you were a thief.”

You put the pan on top of the little shelf next to your door. “A-Are you scared alone?” he asked you.

The truth is, yes you were. You were scared of being alone, scared of darkness.

“N-No?”

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know that you’re scared. I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here? I don’t think you came just to ask me If I’m scared.”

“I needed to talk to you, I know it’s late and stuff, but like, yeah I just- I couldn’t sleep nor eat and yeah, I, uhm-“

“Mark you’re rambling.” He reminded you of the time your first started dating, how nervous he was and how he couldn’t stop talking because he hated awkward silence.

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just want to talk.”

“I don’t think there is anything to talk about, Mark.” You sighed. “There is. I can’t survive another week without telling you how much you actually mean to me.” He whispered.

“Mark I really don’t want to do this-“

“Please, just one minute. Just one minute.” He held your hand, and you didn’t push away. You missed his touch. “Fine. Just one minute.”

“First of all, I love you. I really do. Since the second I saw you enter that restaurant, I knew that I loved you and I can remember how much of an idiot I was, like, the entire night, but you still kissed me goodbye on the cheek and my heart was about to explode. I thanked Minsoo so much and I still thank her for introducing you to me. I was like, a blind date? How’s that going to work? And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I know I pushed you away, I was an asshole and I hurt you so much, but I’m an insecure, stupid pussy and I can’t believe I had you, but then I let you slip through my fingers. I didn’t know how to hold your hand and I didn’t know how to make clear, that I need you. The things I told the others, I don’t think that I was actually complaining because If I think about it now, my heart flutters and I can feel the butterflies in my belly jumping around. You cared about me like no one else did and I missed you so much, I just can’t lose you. Your my first and only love, I don’t want anyone but you.”

You were crying, he was crying, Johnny was probably at home crying too.

“M-Mark…” you whimpered, you didn’t know what to say.

“P-Please just give me a chance to gain your love and t-trust back.” He wiped your tears away with his soft hand.

“I’m… I’m so sick of being hurt, I’m so sick of it, Mark. I can’t take anymore pain, I’m so sick of suffering and not being loved, I-I just want to be loved. You h-hurt me so much the past months, I don’t think my body and soul can handle it I-If I go through that again…” you sobbed.

“You won’t need to- Baby, I promise you, I’ll never ever treat you like that again. I won’t let you suffer, not again. I love you I love you so much. I love you please believe me, I love you.”

Mark wrapped his arms around you as you cried into the crook of his neck. He repeated over and over again that he loved you as you both cried together, arms wrapped around each other and hearts connected again.

“One last chance, and if you fuck up again, you’ll never get to see my face again.” You whispered.

“I won’t fuck up, I promise you. The days without you were torture. Being without you is torture.”

“C-Can we take it slow, Mark? I feel like… I feel like if we rush things you’ll get sick of me again…” you were scared that giving him another chance was a mistake.

“No, no baby. Don’t ever think that again, okay? We can take it slow if you want that, but I don’t want you think that I’ll get sick of you, I could never. Being away from you was so hard, I don’t want that to happen ever again.” Mark pressed his lips on your temple.

“Okay…”

“Do you want to go on a date with me? Are you free on Friday?” he asked you and you chuckled.

“I’m not sure, I have to check my schedule.” You teased him.

“Babe…” Mark whined.

“I’m just joking.”