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[madamechrissy]

Let me in your ocean, Swim

The five times Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, and the one that works

Pairings- Sukuna x F reader (both like 23/24)

Summary- You have known Sukuna your entire life, and he's infuriated you for most of it. Since you were kids on a playground he was picking on you, and you decided you hate him (love him!?) little do you know, he's been in love with you since the moment you met. There were five times he tried and epically failed to let you know. You all don't see each other for two years after college, when you run into him on Valentine's day at the bar- and you think, what better for getting jilted tonight then a hate fuck from Sukuna!? But... no, in fact he needs to finally tell you the truth. Sukuna 5+1 valentines story

CW- MDNI/NSFW- Idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers (kinda!?) Sukuna is TERRIBLE at feelings, reader is bratty, he is lowkey a bully when you're younger, go through the five times he tried to tell you (intermingles with the current night) sweet, angsty, smutty. Warnings oh boy a lot- Explicit sex, sexual tension, tummy bulges, breed kink, oral sex (m and f recieving) fingering, rough sex, creampie, possessive Sukuna, lots of dirty talk, alcohol underage, use of recreational drugs etc, it's me so ofc we have a lowkey breed kink lol- LONG ONE- 14.8k wc- TRUST ME PLZ lol

tracks for this Breathe // On My Own // Me & U // Wicked Games // The High

Comments/reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyyyy <3

You didn’t expect to be sitting alone at a bar for Valentine’s day, but here you are, dressed to the nines in a beautiful glittery black dress, hair done up, makeup perfect on your skin. You have glittery bangles along your wrist, and red bottom heels, you’re as dressed up as you ever got, but right before your date, your boyfriend decided to break things off with you.

Which leads you to this hole in the wall bar, across the street from the fancy restaurant you’d sat at for an hour waiting on him, only to get broken up via text. Sighing, you order another drink, tensing then when you hear it, the damn voice of the man who you simultaneously couldn’t stand and also had it bad for, for years and years, ever since elementary school.

“Tch, what’re you doing here brat?” You glare up at him, but when you see just how good Sukuna looks, after two years of not seeing him? You falter, lips parted just so as he smirks down at you.

However, his heart is pounding in his chest, despite certainly not showing you outwardly, you take his damn breath away. Sukuna has always found you to be the most beautiful, infuriating little creature in existence. And you’ve just gotten more beautiful, which in itself irritates the shit out of him, it was hard enough acting ‘normal’ around you all his life.

But now?

“What’re you doing here, Kuna?” He snorts, rolling ruby red eyes, leaning against the bar with an elbow propped on it, glaring at you.

“Don’t call me that, god.”

“It irritates you, so I will.” You smile up at him, sipping the rest of your drink, which he eyes disparagingly.

“What’s that pink shit?”

“Oh, like your hair?” You counter, raising a brow, his jaw sets. “Ya want one, Kuna?”

“No, I don’t want your little bitch drink.” You roll your eyes now, as he sits next to you, and your eyes sweep over his starch white dress shirt and black slacks, stretching over muscles that seemed to have only gotten more pronounced since college.

“Not even my cherry, hmm?” You tease, pulling the maraschino out of your cup, dangling it in front of his face.

“That’s long gone, I’m sure, looking all slutty …” He murmurs, right in your ear, you shove at him, scoffing.

“You’re slutty, Sukuna. Pretty sure you fucked a whole sorority last time we caught up?”

“Mmm, rumors, rumors.” He holds up two fingers now. “Gimme something that’s not a little bitch drink, please.”

“So manly, oh heavens!” You pretend to fan yourself and he can’t stop the laughter, but he soon covers it with a glare.

“Get her some more of this pink crap.” He says, and you are a little surprised then, looking at the handsome man who’s had your heart for so long you can’t remember a time before him.

“Are you buying me a drink?”

“I am buying you a drink. I… it’s been a long time.” He misses you, but the words are caught in his throat.

“It has been a long time. Thank you.” You smile as the bartender hands you another dirty Shirley, and hands Sukuna a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sips at it, eyes darting over your frame, your sexy body that is so well shown in that dress of yours, all he can think of is unzipping it.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” You blink a bit.

“How’d you know I had one?”

Well, Sukuna’s been insta stalking you but he won’t admit it.

“Heard it from our friends, duh. Just because we don’t see each other doesn’t mean I don’t see them.”

“Yeah well, it’s not like… I didn’t want to see you. We left things…”

“Yeah.” He sighs now, running a hand through pastel locks, a hand with black tattoos and black nails, throwing off this corporate vibe he has, something dark about him, but then, there’s always been. “You single on Valentine’s day?”

“I am, officially. Ass of a boyfriend left me across the street via text. And… are you…”

“Yeah, I also got broken up with, but slapped in the face, and in person. Think they planned the shit?” You giggle, shaking your head and sipping your drink, leaning just a bit closer, one of your legs brushing his, strong muscles of his pressing on yours. He damn near moans just at feeling your body after so, so long.

“Maybe they did. I’ve wanted to see you, though… I just…”

“There’s something I wanted to… tell you. Actually. I thought about calling you, but…”

“Yeah? Calling me?”

“So surprising?”

“You hate me? So yeah.”

Sukuna sighs now, sipping his drink again, looking down into your beautiful eyes, your beautiful face, remembering just all those times he’d ruined it with you. Fuck, since the first moment he met you, he was a dick, and pushed you away, all because the shit he feels terrifies him. And over the years, he’s tried, but he thought you were too far gone, nothing but a regret, a memory.

Something to compare every girl he’s with, never you, are they? There’s no one like you.

But you’re here of all places, and though Sukuna thinks shit like ‘signs’ are the dumbest thing ever, he can’t let this pass, not this time. He takes a breath and his lips part, his fingers then brush your hair back, something far too gentle for Sukuna, something that makes your eyes dilate, your little gasp so sexy he can’t think.

“You trying to fuck me tonight?” You ask, and he chuckles, the gentle brush now a rough grip in your hair, leaning over you.

You taste the whiskey on his breath, you feel his lips so close, your breaths mingling, as your hand comes to his shirt, balling the fancy material in your little fist. “That what you want, brat? Me to fuck you finally?”

“Maybe I do.” He freezes then, blinking long lashes, leaning even closer, free hand gripping your waist in the crowded bar. “A hate fuck? Sounds like the perfect thing to forget tonight.”

“Hate fuck, huh?” What you don’t know is, Sukuna is in love with you.

“Never thought of it? I doubt that. I remember things.” You lean even closer, hand now pulling at the nape of your neck, his other hand pressing against your ribcage, thumb right under the swell of your breasts, shooting desire down your tummy, across your body.

“I remember more, trust me. I need… to tell you shit. Okay? Will your bratty ass listen?”

“Make me.”

“I swear to…” You giggle as he slams his lips on yours, exhaling at how good it feels, god was good the word!? How fucking perfect you feel, mushy things he’ll never admit, his heart thudding in his chest. You whimper, this sound from the back of your throat that has him picturing every sound he’s going to elicit from you tonight.

His lips are firm, but surprisingly gentle for Sukuna, different from the couple of kisses over the years, no it’s too much. His tongue slipping between the seam of your lips, and devouring your mouth. Your arms slip up around his neck, kissing him back, arching toward him more and more. Your years of desire come out, your body reacting to his every movement.

You want him.

He needs you.

He pulls back, taking a breath and smirking. “Fucked out expression how? From a kiss?”

“You’re such a dick, I swear to god.” You shove at him now, as the music from the bar vibrates, beating erratic like your heart.

“Listen… if you can actually listen to me tonight, I’ll make you cum so much you won’t even be able to think about your dumb little ex boyfriend. Yeah?” Your chest heaves up and down with your breaths, vivid images spilling through, his white grin flashes under the neon lights. “Can’t think now?”

“I… fucking… okay. I’ll listen to whatever bullshit you want, I guess.”

“Need me that bad?”

“I’m gonna go-”

“No, shit. Shit, no don’t… stop it.” He holds you to him now, sighing as he looks at your pretty scowl, one that just makes him want you more. “Just give me the night to explain some shit, yeah?”

“Fine. But let’s get out of here after this drink.”

“Desperate to be alone, huh?”

“Y’know, that bartender is kinda cute.” You wink at him then, leaning forward, earning Sukuna yanking at your hair. “Ow! Always did that shit.”

“That’s the first thing I wanted to talk about… the day we met.” You rest your chin on your hand now, hair falling just so as he remembers.

*****

The first time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, 4th/5th grade (Kuna age 11, Y/N age 10)

You were the new girl, a little shy but so pretty. And well, when you came up to Sukuna and smiled, asking where your class was, he couldn’t even speak, he just stood there, mouth flopping like some fish as you waited. His little brother Yuuji finally answered you, staring at his brother in confusion. ‘it’s right there across the hall’.

“Oh, thank you! What’s your name?” You smile at him then, and your smile is just too… annoying, yes, it annoys Sukuna.

“Yuuji, I’m in fourth grade but Sukuna is in fifth. What grade are you in?” He nudges his brother, who rolls his ruby red eyes.

“I’m in fourth too! Oh, so you’re Sukuna then?” You ask sweetly, turning to Sukuna, something happens then, Sukuna blushes. “Are you okay?”

He scowls at you now. “Of course I am, what’re you looking at?” He demanded, and your mouth opened in surprise.

“What?”

“Yeah, stop staring, new kid.” You roll your eyes now, shaking your head with a narrowing of your own eyes.

“You’re pretty rude.”

“You’re pretty weird.” You scoff then, and Yuuji is waving his arms up and down, stepping between you.

“Be nice, Sukuna. Um, can I walk you to class?” You nod then, giving Sukuna a glare, as Yuuji whispers in his ear.

“You’re such a jerk, she’s pretty.”

“Tch, whatever.” Sukuna watches as you walk off with Yuuji then, he does not like whatever it is you just made him feel. He’s thankful you’re not in any of his classes until you walk right into art, and you’re nervously standing near the teacher. She introduces you, and Sukuna finally learns your name.

“You can sit next to Sukuna!” Sukuna crosses his arms, jaw setting, and you look at him, wondering just what his problem is.

You think he’s really cute, for such a jerk, as you sit next to him and peer over at his sketch, which is actually really good. Trying to still be friendly, you let him know- “that’s awesome!”

Sukuna scoffs, covering it up quickly, no one has really seen his art, and your compliment makes him blush. “I didn’t show you.”

You frown now, brows knitting together. “Um, sorry, but it’s so cool. Could I see more?”

“No!”

“Um…”

“Just stop talking, would you? Bad enough I have to sit by you.” Your lower lip trembles, and Sukuna feels horrible now. “I’m… look, I’m-”

“Sorry.” You whisper, sniffling just a bit and looking at the teacher, and Sukuna hates himself then, he keeps wanting to say something, anything, but when he finally catches you in the hall, you glare at him.

How are you even cuter glaring!?

“Leave me alone, you’re a… a jerk!” You say then, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“Me, a jerk? Why because I’m not fawning over the new girl?”

“No, because you… just are a jerk!”

“Well you’re a brat.” Sukuna says, and you gasp, turning angrily and clutching your books, Sukuna rubs his hand over his face, sighing then.

He really messed that up.

*****

You swirl your straw around your cup as Sukuna sips on his whiskey, looking far too damn fine you think, and you know it’s not the couple of drinks in your system. It’s just him and who he is, everything about him since day one drew you in, despite his best efforts at being an ass to you. You smile a bit as you remember the day that you met him.

“You were so mean, for no reason.” You muse softly, he sighs then, running a hand through pink strands of slick backed hair.

“Yeah, I was… then when I tried to apologize, you scowled at me.” You giggle then, the sound ending him completely, the way your cute nose scrunches up, god had he ever told you? Has he ever really said a compliment more than a handful of times to you?

“I was mad at you, for sure. My whole life people really liked me, but you didn’t at all, and I couldn’t fix it.”

“People pleaser.” You sigh at that, leaning a bit on your elbow, breasts showing far too much in your pretty neckline.

“I am, for sure.”

“When you laugh…” He trails off now, psyching himself up, taking a breath as he studies you seriously.

“When I laugh…”

“Your nose scrunches up… it’s cute.” He mumbles, almost like he’s in pain, and you giggle again, making him smile just a bit before he realizes it.

“It is!? Is that a compliment from Sukuna?”

“There are a lot of compliments I have for you. But, yeah, it’s annoyingly cute.” Your giggles relax a bit, as you now bite your lower lip, tempting him to kiss you all over again. “The things I can’t wait to do to you.”

That sobers you up, sending chills across your entire body, desire stark on your pretty face. “Oh yeah?” Your little breathy mumble wrecks him, but outwardly he raises a brow.

“Is that your attempt at being nonchalant, brat? Oh yeah?” He mocks, you shove at him then, as he snorts in laughter.

“Is that your attempt at being sexy- ‘can’t wait to show you little brat’ pshh.” You’re mocking him in a deep tone, Sukuna can’t stop the smirk.

“Bet it worked, bet you’re all wet, hmm?” You pause now, biting your lower lip again, teeth leaving marks when he gently pulls it from your teeth’s grip. “Nothing smart to say?”

“Shut up.” Is all you mumble, and he exhales, ruby eyes glinting as they watch you so carefully, studying your every feature. “So is that what you needed to say? My laugh is kind of cute?”

Sukuna clears his throat now, shifting a bit on the barstool, running a thumb down the glass. “No. The day we met, I should have told you that… you were pretty, and sweet. And I was an ass.” You blink in confusion.

“Sukuna, are you dying or something!? Is this some end of life apology tour!? You better not be, I swear to-”

“Shut it.” He stops you now, a fingertip to your lips. “I ain’t dying, calm down, can a man not… speak on some shit?”

“Sure, but it’s you, like my mortal enemy? Bane of my existence? Bully the entirety of school?”

One of his big hands is brushing against your bare thigh now, you look down at it, all tattooed, veiny, huge… making your tummy flip. “Maybe I wanted to be more than that.”

“Yeah?” Your voice is a breathy whisper, you half wonder if you’re in some dream, Sukuna being nice to you!? Being so close after so long?

“Yeah. So another drink, another story?”

“Hmm, do I get another kiss if I listen?” You tease, feeling the liquor make you bold, warming your insides. Sukuna’s lips quirk up on one side, his breath tickling your neck when he leans close, lips almost brushing against it. You feel your pulse flutter when his plump lips touch the shell of your ear just barely, like a fire igniting inside you, more than any liquor could produce.

“I’ll not just kiss you everywhere, I’ll fucking bite you everywhere, lick you all over, every…” His lips kiss your jaw line. “Pretty.” Your neck. “Inch.” He’s right behind your ear, that sensitive spot, kissing and nipping just so, you bite back a cry and fail, earning his chuckle. “You’re so easy f’me, huh brat?”

“Oh f-fuck you…” Your grumble makes him laugh, the sound tickling you as hiegrips your chin, tilting it up to look at him. “You’re the worst.”

“I know, I have been, for all these years. Ya ready for the next story? Then I promise…” He’s trailing his fingers down your thigh now, making your knees literally knock together, tummy clenching with an insane need you’ve only felt once, back on the last day you all really talked to each other. “Then we can head out of here.”

“Better be good, if it’s boring I’ll leave.” Your half hearted promise just makes him throw his head back in laughter, as he orders two more drinks, loosening his tie just a bit, making your thoughts haywire. “Where to, then? What trip down memory lane of bully Sukuna?”

Sukuna tenses just a bit, the things that he’s held in so long threatening to spill. “Middle school… more specifically, seventh grade, Yuuji’s party?”

It’s your turn to tense, at the brutal memory, so long ago. “Oh…”

*****

The second time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, 7th/8th grade (Kuna age 14, Y/N age 13)

 You were boogie skating with these fancy rainbow skates you saved all your allowance for, as all your friends were gathered around, some over at concessions, some at the arcade, some skating alongside you. But Sukuna? He was leaning on the edge of the brightly colored wall, watching no one but you, he could pick you out of anywhere, really.

You were so good at skating too, legs crisscrossing to the beat, your friends and his all murmuring about how good you are at it. You’re giggling as you whisper something to your friend Nobara, her and Yuuji were all best friends, along with Megumi, who was sipping on a coke next to Sukuna and Yuuji.

“She’s really good, isn’t she?” Megumi says, and Sukuna scoffs, shrugging.

“I guess.”

“She’s insane at it, she teaches kids and everything.” Yuuji says.

“You got it so bad for her.” Megumi teases, and then Sukuna tenses a bit, looking at you again, then at his brother, who is blushing.

“Nah, she’s just my friend. She’s so pretty though.”

You and Nobara are hopping off the floor, and Nobara looks right at Sukuna then, blinking her brown eyes and narrowing them. Sukuna wonders at just what you’re telling her, as you nervously bite your lower lip, then you’re waving your arms wildly as Nobara skates over to the three of them, and you tentatively follow, color decorating your cheeks under neon lights.

“Hey, Sukuna.” Nobara says, and he leans back on the wall.

“Yeah, what is it?”

She comes closer then, leaning a little too close. “Do you like her?” She says your name then, and Sukuna glares, stuttering, Megumi and Yuuji snicker in laughter behind him when you approach.

“What kind of question is that?” He says, and Nobara glares now.

“It’s just a question, okay? You can’t keep your eyes off her.” She smirks, and you cover your face in embarrassment.

“Ignore her, please.” You mumble, wanting to fall into a hole then and there, as the loud music blares around the rink.

“Everyone says you have a crush.” Nobara continues.

“You do stare at her all the time…” Megumi says, Sukuna turns away then, crossing his arms, feeling so embarrassed he can’t think.

“You don’t have to answer, Sukuna, it’s okay…” You touch his shoulder then, and just a touch from you ruins his middle school brain, when he looks down at your cute little face. “I figured you didn’t, she just…”

“I don’t, not at all.” He says the words so sharply you yank your hand back like it was burned, eyes wide on him now.

“Okay.” You manage, and Sukuna hates how your face falls then.

“You’re such a jerk! Why do you have to say things like that!?” Yuuji says, and he scoffs.

“Always coming to her defense, aren’t you the one with the crush?”

“He’s my friend, Sukuna.” You say, as Yuuji scowls at his older brother.

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t ask you out if you were the last girl in school.” Your face falls now, and everyone gasps, as there were more kids from your class gathering around. Sukuna falters then, but you cross your arms, scowling.

“Good, because I would never say yes! You’re the last boy in the world I’d ever go out with!” You shout it practically, people are all whispering as you skate off then, fury raging through your veins, and Sukuna stands there, as everyone looks at him with confusion.

“What’s your problem!? She really likes you, you’re so stupid!” Nobara hisses, chasing after you now, and Megumi and Yuuji shake their heads, leaving Sukuna to skate off towards the lockers, hastily taking them off as his mind whirls with what he’s just done to you.

You’ve done nothing but be as nice as you can to him since he’s Yuuji’s brother, but that’s the only reason he thinks you’ve tolerated him at all. He picks on you constantly, he tugs at your hair, he’s even snipped a part of it off in elementary school, he may or may not have kept it.

He throws paper balls at you, he tugs at your shirt and makes fun of you, and even through all of it you’ve not done more than scowl, roll your eyes, tell him off. But Sukuna has it bad for you, in fact he thinks he’s in love with you, but he just becomes more of an idiot as you all are getting older. You affect him more and more as you become prettier and prettier.

He watches the way the light hits your face in class and stares dreamily before you’ll catch him, and he’ll scowl instead. He’s an idiot.

And now he knows he hurt you.

As he’s outside, about to walk home, you’re standing against the wall, covering your face, in tears, when you see him, turning away quickly. Sukuna pauses then, his heart breaking, knowing he’s embarrassed you, but he doesn’t know what to say. He walks up, earning your glare, though your eyes are puffy, and your nose is all red from rubbing it.

“I… I…” He trails off, and you shake your head.

“If your goal is to embarrass me, you succeeded. I should have never told her I liked you…”

Sukuna sputters, mouth opening and closing. “You what!?”

“I don’t anymore, don’t worry.” You rub at your eyes now, sobs catching in your throat when you look up into ruby red eyes, eyes that apparently hate you, but you see something different, something softer.

“Why would you like me?” He asks then, and you want to laugh.

“How would I know? You’re a mean jerk, always have been. Maybe I needed you to be mean like that, to really knock that idiot idea out of my head.” Sukuna feels himself breaking inside now, two hands coming to your shoulders, making you gasp as you tilt your head back to look at him.

He’s already taller than anyone, and the more he grows up the cuter he is, the worse your crush gets. The more you hang out at Yuuji’s house, the more you see him, the more you fall, shit the meaner he is the more you fall. You can’t even find it in you to stay mad at him, when he makes your heart race, when you’re drawing doodles of him and you in your notebook.

You asked Nobara not to say anything, but she was so sure that he liked you back, though you knew he didn’t, you knew he hated you. He has since he met you, and you don’t know what you did.

“Listen, I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean it.” You scoff, shoving at him, his hands fall.

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me. I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.”

Sukuna blinks back his own emotion, gulping. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Then why’d you say it?” You look up at him, when your eyes look at him like that he hates himself so much, knowing he’s just lying to you, to himself.

“I just… everyone was…”

“You care so much what people think, despite acting like you don’t.” Sukuna scowls at you now. “Embarrassed to like me?”

“What!? Why the fuck would it be embarrassing to like you?”

“You tell me. Not pretty enough? Not popular enough? I see who you hang out with. Just forget it, I promise I’ll never say I like you again.” You peek at your phone now, sliding it up, but Sukuna cups your face, leaning close, your eyes dart to his lips, thinking for some insane moment he’d be your first kiss.

No way though.

“You’re pretty, okay? Very pretty.” You pause then, mouth open in a gasp, and Sukuna laughs without humor. “How can you think you’re not?”

“I… um… you…”

“I didn’t mean it.” He steps closer, thumb brushing a tear away from your cheek. “I’m sorry I… made you cry.”

“You always make me cry.” You whisper, and he gulps now.

“Yeah, I do. But this time… I’m really sorry.”

You sigh then, hand touching his wrist, making his own pulse race, as he thinks wildly of kissing you, of something he’s dreamed of since he first found out what it was. “You don’t have to apologize for not liking me back.”

“I-”

“But for saying it like that? Yeah it was mean.”

“Listen…”

“Thank you for apologizing.” You smile sadly, backing off when you see your mom’s car pull up, and Sukuna is left dumbfounded. “Don’t worry, I swear I won’t say it again, I won’t even… think it again.”

You know you’re lying.

Sukuna says nothing as you get in your mom’s car, and she’s asking if you’re okay, he watches her hug you for a moment before she begins to drive, and he sees your eyes full of tears again, streaking down your face. Yuuji walks out front then, nudging him as he watches his brother’s eyes glimmer with what looks like tears.

“Why’d you do it?” Yuuji asks, and Sukuna sighs.

“I don’t know.” He admits, Yuuji puts a hand on his back then.

“You’re a big idiot.”

“Excuse me!?”

“You are.”

He was.

*****

Suddenly all that embarrassment floods you, you tense at the memories, hating how vivid they are, after all these years. You nervously look away, downing the rest of your nearly empty drink in one gulp. Sukuna is quiet then, and you wonder just what his angle is, is he here to embarrass you again? Is this some long term bully shit? Is that an apology tour?

“Are you in therapy and making rounds?” You ask softly, voice breaking, and then you feel his hand wrap the back of your neck, resting his head against yours, making you ache for him.

“I don’t feel bad for shit I’ve done, ever, except what I’ve done to you.” You look at him, he’s too close, far too close. He sees your emotions mirroring his own, and it breaks him. “I should have never fucking done it.”

“Sukuna, we were in middle school. It’s fine.”

“It’s not though, because it was such a blatant lie. God how did you not know how bad I was down for you?” You suck in a breath, shaking your head quickly, and hopping off the barstool.

“You’re lying! What even is this shit.” Sukuna pulls you between his thighs, brushing your hair back behind your ear as you tremble. “Sukuna…”

“I am not lying, but I was then, an idiot kid who was mean as shit to you.”

“Why were you so mean?”

“I’m trying to get there. Can you keep listening?” You shake your head, sniffling. Now, it’s just like being back there, back on that day where you were so embarrassed you could hardly face anyone.

“I can’t handle this shit… it’s things I’ve shoved so far back…”

“I know.” Sukuna’s strong thighs are under your tiny little hands, pressing against his muscles under the expensive fabric, as everything fades in the world but him, but the longing that’s eating you both up from the inside. Your breaths come quicker when he looks at you, that intense way, with his arrogant smirk finally not on his face, just once.

“Why do you wanna do this, rehash it?” You ask now, leaning even closer, until you’re right against his body, and he’s bending low.

“I need to tell you some important shit, I just need you to listen. Do I need to reward your bratty ass for some patience?” There’s that smirk.

“Maybe, I offered to hook up, not go through yearbooks.”

“Fine, so let’s get out of here, let you get some air, and we’ll continue. I’ll… take care of you, hmm?”

“Yeah, think you could?” He snorts, rolling his ruby eyes, hopping down, towering right over you, taking over your every sense.

“You ask dumb fucking questions, I think that’s the one thing you know I could do…” He leans right down, cupping your face. “Ruin you for anyone.”

“Big talk.” You’re so full of shit, your body is on fire, your heart is pounding out of your chest, the clothes feel too tight, everything swirls around you.

“You know it’s not.” Sukuna pays for the tab then, walking you out, the cool night air hits you, making you shiver, so he wraps a jacket around your shoulders, shocking you. “You think I’m that much of a dick?”

“Yes.” He laughs then, that booming laugh that makes him throw his head back, as you snuggle against his jacket, inhaling the expensive scent of musky cologne. “You have nice taste though.”

“Bet you do too. A nice taste.” He pulls you against his hard chest, feeling your soft breasts press against him, making his cock hard just from that. “Wanna know how badly I’ve wanted to?”

“T-taste me?” You whisper, all bravado and teasing gone, the breeze gently blowing your hair around as you wait for his driver.

“Fuck yes. Should I right here, brat?” He slips his hand under the lapels of the jacket, slipping over your dress and slipping it up, as people walk in and out of the busy little dive bar. You feel yourself so wet you’ve made a werspot in your panties, panties his thumb finds slowly.

“Right h-here?” You whisper nervously, when his driver pulls up in a whole fucking limo, you blink in surprise at it, as his hands fall.

“You’d let me, so desperate.” You glare again, making him grin. “I love when you scowl at me.”

“Are you feeling okay!? And a limo, pretentious.” You eagerly slide in with his help though, seeing everything one could dream of, as he leans over, pulling out a bottle of champagne, raising a brow, the slits in it just making him sexier, damn him. “You just ride in a limo?”

“Why not? I have these long legs, and I like to be comfortable.”

“Psh…” He pours you a glass of champagne then, and you eye a little white baggie curiously, along with a bag of weed. “Damn you partying everywhere?”

“On occasion, usually this shit is for clients though.” You giggle a bit, sipping the champagne. “I would never offer coke, but you smoke?”

“No, not really. I did once and it made me so stupid.”

“Fair enough.” He closes up the little open box, arm over you casually, kissing his way up your neck carefully, enjoying your sighs of pleasure. “Do you want a reward for listening to two stories?”

“Hmm, what do I get? A gold star?” He smirks, shaking his head and kissing you, the tart of the champagne swapping between your tongues, the kiss is slow, sensual, before it builds, and he’s setting down your glasses. He’s got you on his lap so quickly your head spins, and you’re grinding on his length, gasping in pleasure, your head falling back.

“Holy… f-fuck…” He huffs, all bravado gone when he feels your slick warmth through the layer of his dress pants. “You’re that hot?”

“Am I?” You can’t think, not when you feel his length pressed, making you whimper, which he chuckles at, nipping your collarbone between his teeth.

“That little whine? Fuck… pathetic.”

“I hate you.” You grumble then, shoving at him, but he holds you by your hips, pressing you against him harder. “Let me go, ass.”

“I like you pathetic, sweet, whiny. Sexy as fuck.” You are dragged back down for a kiss, your teeth clicking with the intensity, as you roll your hips more and more, and he slips those hands up, the veins popping out when he grabs you bruisingly. “Everything about you is made to drive me insane.”

“You’re saying insane shit, Sukuna. Is this a booty call, a hate fuck… or…” You pause, gasping as he thumbs your clit over your panties, pressing against the damp fabric, making you whimper again, eyes rolling back.

“Ya think that’s all I want? No, brat, the reason I didn’t do shit… is because… I know I’ll never be able to fuckin’ stop.” You’re flipped under him, back pressing against the seat, as he hovers over you. You yank his tie down, slamming his lips against yours, hungry lips that drink every moan you have when his hand slips between your thighs, yanking your thong to the side.

“Kuna…” He groans, slipping fingers up and down your slit, you’re trembling now, breaths quicker and quicker.

“Need something, brat?” Your brows lower, you have an insult on the tip of your tongue when his finger tip presses your tight entrance, and then Sukuna loses it, shoving his finger all the way in, moaning. “You’re this fuckin tight?”

“Ngh…” You can’t manage an answer, not when he’s crooking his finger just so, pressing that little spot inside you, finding it better than any boyfriend could just the first time, and your walls are gripping his thick digit, while your hand still clutches his tie.

“There it is, ha- feel her, fuck.” Sukuna is simultaneously in control and losing control as he plays you, curling his fingers in syrupy wetness, making you fall apart under him, hips bucking when his thumb presses your clit again. “Like both, that pussy so slutty f’me?”

“S-slutty…” Your brain short circuits, when he slips in two, stretching you out, your dress scrunched up over your hips, he hovers over you, watching every expression on your pretty face avidly.

“That’s it… let go, huh? Make a fucking mess.” You’re panting, you’ve never cum from just fingers like this, not when he’s building that tension, pressing two up and rubbing your clit, until you’re reaching higher and higher. “Feel it, feel her, she wants to cum, just let her, huh?”

“F-fuck!” You scream out then, kissing him deeply, desperately, as he makes your pussy convulse around him, orgasm washing through you in waves, until you’re weak and boneless under him, twitching cunt gripping his fingers, so slick you hear it.

“That’s it, there you go.” He rubs his fingers up and down your slit now, easing up, sucking your juices off his fingers, cheeks hollowing. You gulp at the sight, of the sexiest fucking thing you’ve seen, his eyes rolling back in his skull. “Can’t wait to bury my face, eat you so good you pass the fuck out.”

“Wh-what? You…” You can’t function, from fingers, when he kisses you again, slower, letting you taste yourself.

“Can’t wait to make you stupid. Fuck your brains out. Be nothing but me, brat, yeah?” His husky voice, his tight grip, his brutal kisses destroy you, they’re not the kiss you shared last time, not even close, he’s letting go, he’s ending you.

“K-Kuna…” He exhales now, easing off you as he helps you up, your coat having fallen onto the seats, leaving him to caress your bare arms gently.

“Feel better, brat? So needy.” You smack at him, only making him laugh just a bit. “Wanna know what I should’ve told you then?”

“Shit… forgot all of that.” You blink rapidly, disoriented.

“Cock drunk off fingers? So easy.”

“You know, drop me off-”

“Hush, brat.” He yanks you up, sitting you right on his lap, but this time sideways, sipping his drink and then holding the glass to your lips, you sip greedily, sighing and finding your arms wrapping around his neck, as he pulls you even closer against him, burying his face against your neck.

“What did you need to tell me then, Kuna?” You whisper, getting weaker by the moment, the orgasm destroying you, and making you wonder…

What would his dick be like?

His mouth?

If his fingers casually do that?

“I should have told you…” He exhales, pulling you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent greedily. “That I did have that crush, fuck way more than that, you were all I could think of. You still are.”

You still now, pulling back a bit, as your eyes lock in the led lit limo, your breaths mingling as they come quicker and quicker. “Y-you liked me?”

He shakes his head. “That wasn’t even the word. There’s a stronger word… one that terrified me then. I was a little ass, a shithead.”

“Yeah you were.”

He glares, pinching your hip then, making you yelp. “Can’t wait to occupy that bratty fucking mouth.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna shut me up?” You whisper, earning his cock leaking precum now, god only you could have this effect on him.

“I’ll shut you up, have your voice hoarse, shove my cock so deep.” You whimper, shifting, and he kisses you again, brutal and rough, teeth almost making your lower lip bleed, his grip on your hips pressing so deep you can’t breathe. “Hoarse from screaming, from my cock stretching your throat, so fucked out you won’t be able to sit or walk.”

“This is a lot of talk, Kuna. How many more fucking stories before you back it up, hmm?” You demand, voice breathy, he smiles then.

“Three.”

“Oh come on!”

“Shut it, brat. You ain’t gonna die, ain’t had my dick this long.”

“Well hurry your mean bully stories up.” You earn a gentle smack on your cheek, only making you whine out, as you smack him back, making him die for you, kissing you again before he remembers.

He needs to tell you it all.

“Make 'em quick, dammit.”

“Slutty brat.” He earns another smack, grinning, white teeth glinting. “Fine, fine… how about that time we kissed in high school?”

You heat up then. “Oh…”

*****

The third time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, junior/sophomore year of HS- (Kuna age 17, Y/N age 16)

By this time, Sukuna already had a reputation, he was the bad boy, always in and out of trouble. He rode a ridiculous motorcycle around, and he always had the new flavor of his month on the back of it. You barely even knew a girl who hadn’t made out with Sukuna… or probably more, but you were not one to care.

Sukuna and you went from enemies to nothing. He quit picking on you, and in some fucked, weird way you missed it, any of his attention. Walking through the halls and seeing him with his arm around a new girl all the time filled you with some odd sensation you didn’t wanna think of.

It’s a party over at Gojo’s house tonight, his parties were kind of ridiculous because of just how rich he was, and he damn near lived all alone. There was an insane amount of people there, as you navigated the party with a red solo cup in your hands, so nervously, Yuuji came bouncing over to you waving with his happy little grin on his face.

“Hey!” He shouts your name, Megumi follows in tow, smiling just a bit, a mere quirk of the corner of his lips.

“Hey Yuuji, Megumi. Where’s Nobara?”

“She’s over there, about to play… suck and blow.” Yuuji snickers now, you giggle at him and roll your eyes, looking over as people are sucking on a debit card, passing it in a circle, you see Gojo there, kissing a girl then, making you blush a bit as they really go at it.

“Oh… that game sounds…”

“Germ ridden.” Megumi declares with a shiver, you snort in laughter then.

“Yes, germ ridden.” You agree, then your heart stops as Sukuna is right in the mix, he’s towering over everyone but Gojo, as he passes the card to and from the girls on either side of him. For some reason, every time you see him you get this feeling, it’s not butterflies, it’s vicious moths, aggressive and beating you. 

Yes, moths you think. Sukuna didn’t give butterflies.

He smirks at you like he just knows something all the time, and nothing could be more irritating. Seeing you now, Gojo shouts your name, waving you three over to the game, the table in front of them was littered with shot glasses and fallen empty cups. “Hey sweets!”

“Satoru, hey!” He gives you a big hug.

“Mwah!” You giggle as he kisses your forehead, Satoru Gojo is a touchy feely friend to damn near everyone, including Sukuna. “Thanks for coming, I know it’s not your scene.”

“I totally snuck out for this, it better be good.” You tease, and Satoru wiggles his brows, brushing back silky white hair, as Sukuna scowls at the gesture. He hated just how touchy he was with the girl Sukuna so secretly pined for.

But you certainly didn’t know he did, in fact Sukuna kept it such a good secret you thought he straight up hated you. Although the picking on you eased up some as you all got older, you’re just getting prettier, sweeter, smarter. You don’t hang out as much with Yuuji, and Sukuna misses you there. He has one class with you and he thinks he’s maybe said a handful of things to you this year.

“You can stand right… here.” Satoru moves another girl over between Yuuji and Megumi, and puts you smack dab between him and Sukuna, making you tense up as you look at him.

“Hah, why her?” Sukuna says then, your fists clench at your sides, Satoru lets out a little laugh.

“Prefer me next to you, baby boy?” He blows a kiss at Sukuna, and he grimaces, earning the laughter of everyone around, except you, feeling just how much Sukuna still can’t stand your presence, for whatever reason.

“God no, okay fine.”

“Yes, I know it's so terrible, huh?” You mumble, Satoru hands you the card then with a smirk.

“No way, you’re the best partner. Get started missy.” You suck on it then, pressing it between your lips and Satoru’s, as each of you passed the card. Along the way it falls across from you, and two people have to make out, everyone else has a drink. You cough just a bit at the burn of this god awful punch you’re sipping then, and Sukuna gives you that sardonic ass look.

“Can’t handle a drink, brat?”

“No, I never have…” He blinks a bit then.

“Oh, shit… why-”

“Pay attention, Sukuna.” Gojo calls, and he turns then, sucking on the card, then bending low, one hand brushing your shoulder as he blows the card on your lips, then you turn and go to blow the card onto Gojo’s as the card clatters to the table.

‘Ooooh’ everyone’s whispering and giggling as Satoru bends low, tilting your chin up to look up into his pretty blue eyes, Sukuna’s fury grows with every second, as he’s never seen you with anyone, thank god.

He could almost pretend you were his, that he didn’t get in his own way, that he doesn’t long after you for every moment of every day until this very moment. When Satoru leans down and kisses you, he feels it like a punch to the gut, something nauseating, seeing his hands on you.

His lips on yours.

Sukuna is downing a shot and having to look away when Satoru’s hand entangles in your hair at the nape of your neck. He’s never wanted so badly till take someone the fuck out, and for what? You’re not his, you probably never would be, it’s not like he has any reason to be this upset. But…

You’re gasping as Satoru kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue in between your lips, and your tummy flutters as he does. Satoru’s breath is sweet, and little does he know yet, he’s your first kiss, then and there in front of countless people. He pulls back with a little smile, his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, as you try to gather yourself, he leans in against your ear.

“You’re a good kisser, sweets.” You smile a bit, laughing breathlessly.

“My first.”

“No way!?” He pulls back and blinks a bit, eyes looking at the huge, furious pink haired man behind you. Satoru smirks mischievously, it’s no secret to him or any of Sukuna’s friends how bad he has it. “I’ll keep it secret.”

Satoru crosses his chest with his fingers in the sign of a cross, and you exhale in relief. “Thank you. Shots?”

“Shots!” You both down shots with everyone, and then Satoru picks up the game again, as you turn just a bit to see Sukuna glaring down at you.

“Something wrong?” You ask curiously, and he laughs then, a mocking sound, shaking his head.

“Why would shit be wrong?”

“Right, you didn’t have to kiss me.” You say with a pat on his arm, and he gulps down more of his drink, before his hand crushes the solo cup.

“Tch.” He says nothing as the card hits him again, and you almost assume it will fall, that he’ll kiss someone, but it doesn’t, not until it hits you, then the card clatters to the fucking ground, leaving you looking up at him wide eyed.

“Oooh, those two!?” Someone says, and everyone stares at you both, it’s obvious Sukuna’s a bully to you, and that you can’t stand him.

“Two kisses in one game already?” Satoru teases, you bite your lip then, looking at Sukuna’s mouth, set in a line.

“You don’t have to.” You say softly, and Sukuna snatches you up against him then, shocking you, your eyes fly to his.

“Think I’m scared, brat?” He whispers.

“I think you don’t want to.” You whisper back, and you expect it, some retort of his, but he slams his lips down on yours, taking over every sense you’ve ever had, tasting your lips and tongue as he devours you then. It’s not sweet and sensual like Satoru, it’s full of everything he’s ever felt, pouring in your lips.

Your hand slides up his arm, across a bicep, thumb brushing it when his two hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer. He kisses you hard and brutal, his hands tightening to a bruising touch as he practically growls into your mouth, his tongue moving against yours. You don’t even know what you’re doing, but it feels all consuming.

It’s wild and fiery, and you can feel his heart slamming in his chest, his breathing heavy as yours come in shallow pants, and it’s like everything stops around you. You can’t remember everyone is watching you, can’t be embarrassed when a hand slips up your spine, and he tilts his head to get better access to your mouth. You can’t hear any of the whispers, not with your heart pounding in your ears.

You don’t know why you’re kissing him back with such fervor, why your arms are wrapped around his neck, the boy you hate, right? The boy who’s made school awful at times, who loves to fuck with you almost every day, you think maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the thrill of it all, but as your kiss ends you know you’re wrong. Kisses don’t feel like this, do they?

He pulls back, damn near ready to tear into you here and there in front of everyone, something feral happening to him, Sukuna has already been with a couple of girls, but he never felt anything more intense than kissing you, then seeing your reddened plump lips, swollen from him. It drives his high school brain absolutely erratic, when he cups your face, looking how small you are compared to him.

He pictures lifting you and-

“Okay, okay… calm down or get a room.” Satoru teases, as Yuuji and Megumi have their jaws on the damn floor. 

Everything is spinning now, not from the alcohol but from that kiss, from the intensity of his emotions crashing into yours. You pull away, panting, and his eyes are so dark then, his pupils dilated with something you’ve never seen before. Is it… desire? Is it… curiosity? It feels like something more… something…

You blush furiously, clearing your throat when you realize you’re just standing there with your mouth open, in front of an entire party. Sukuna doesn’t stop staring at you, in fact he can’t rip his eyes off you, nor does he take his hands off you, as you tremble now, goosebumps where his touch still sits on your skin.

“I need some air… too many kisses.” You manage, before running out then, struggling to get a breath, the tiny amount of alcohol is coursing through your veins, mixing with the heat from Sukuna’s kisses.

You’re inhaling the night air greedily, looking up at the starry sky, shaking your head as you cover your overheated face. You’d kissed Satoru and Sukuna, and Satoru had been so fun, so sweet and exciting. But what the actual heck was that with Sukuna!? What was this feeling you can’t shake, you can’t cope with!?

Sukuna dies to go after you, to finish everything he started, to kiss your face, your neck, perhaps more if you were ready. He would be happy just kissing you though, nothing else, if you offered just that, because he’s never felt it. Satoru, Suguru and his other friends are all snickering at him now.

“Go after her, Romeo.” Suguru says, and Sukuna glares at him.

“What? Why?”

“C’mon man, we all saw. Looked like you’d eat her.” Satoru says.

“In more ways than one?” Suguru chimes in, earning Sukuna’s angry glare, he shakes his head then. “Oh stop this… she’s hot, why not go for it?”

“She’s the bane of my existence. A kiss doesn’t change that.”

“She’s available then?” Satoru asks teasingly, as you’re walking back up, getting a drink poured by Nobara.

“Of course she is… it was just a kiss in a game.” You hear him then, and Nobara instantly has her hand comfortingly on your back.

“Don’t pay attention, he clearly was into you.” She murmurs, Satoru eyes you both then, before looking back at Sukuna.

“So if I ask her out you’re cool with it buddy?” He teases with a big grin.

“If you what!?”

“Mmm, ask her out. If you don’t even like her that way?” Sukuna sputters now, and everyone’s whispering about him, about the kiss.

“Why ask me?” He huffs with disdain, and you quietly join back in, this time on the other side of Satoru, Sukuna notices it furiously, making a show of kissing the next girl as the card drops again.

You hate how you feel about it, about him.

As you’re dancing later with Satoru, you watch him sitting on the couch with two girls on his lap, but his eyes are laser focused on you, every motion you make with your hips in a figure eight motion. You feel his eyes like a brand on your skin, like he’s undressing you with them, but he doesn’t come near you, you’re both just across the room, with the energy between you.

The amount of times Sukuna replays this in his mind over and over, the kiss that destroyed him. But instead of telling you how he feels, he says nothing, watching as you move on, and as he pretends he is as well, but is he really? Will he ever be?

*****

You’re remembering the kiss vividly, Sukuna watches your eyes go fuzzy, as you both pull up to his place. You just sit there, nervously shiting in his lap. “Those were… my first kisses. Isn’t that insane?”

“What was insane was that I wanted to kill him for kissing you, I wanted to kill anyone who touched you, kissed you.”

“You did?” You ask softly, he nods then, smirking just a bit.

“Best kiss I had.”

“What!?”

“I should have told you. Not acted like…

“A dick?”

“That mouth, brat.” He is glaring as you giggle. “I acted like I didn’t care, but I did… and your bratty ass dated Satoru after that!?”

“Well, he was sweet and asked me out. What’d you expect me to wait for you to figure it out?”

“Yes.” You both laugh softly then, his strokes up and down your spine making you long for more and more of him, every bit of his body, his touch, his heart.

“Three stories down, why don’t I…” You trail your fingers down his dress shirt, over his rippling abdomen. “Return that favor?”

“Killing me, brat.” He exhales, and soon you’re kissing in his elevator, as you ride up to his fancy penthouse, your breath catching at it. “Ya like?”

“Damn, you’re like rich!?”

Sukuna throws his head back, sliding his jacket off you then, eyeing your skin hungrily, thinking of all the ways he wants to kiss it, bite it, taste it. “Yeah, I’m fucking rich.”

“So humble too.”

“Why should I be? Fuck that.” He then hands you a glass of water, making your eyes narrow.

“Rich as fuck and I get water!?”

“It’s Evian.”

“Psh, where’s the liquor stash?”

He brushes your hair back then, gently. “Want you fully aware for the last two stories, yeah? Then you can have another if you want.”

“Yes, dad.” You tease, then his nostrils flare, making your lips turn up as you watch his reaction. “You like to be called Daddy don’t ya, freaky Kuna?”

Sukuna’s scowl just deepens, as he crosses his arms. “Oh shut that mouth, swear to god.”

“Shut me up- mnh!” Sukuna’s grabbed you right under your chin, squeezing your throat just so, as his free hand grips your ass.

“You listen to this one, I’ll let you suck me. And the last one, I’ll finally lick that pretty pussy.” You whine when he finds your slick heat over your panties, everything going just a little fuzzy. “Fuck you in positions you’ve never heard of.”

“All talk.” He lets you go, shaking his head, kissing you deeply again, you are falling into it, into how good he feels, letting it all surround you.

“Ya know I’m not, admit it.”

“Shush.” You take your water with a shaky hand, drinking it then.

“Good girl.”

Good girl!?

You can’t handle that from him, can’t handle the heat pouring between your thighs, in your tummy, making you ache for him more and more. “This story was about a time you didn’t have water, and you were all over me.”

You draw a blank then, shaking your head. “Psh, what!?”

“Mmhmm. Come, sit down.” He guides you over to an elegant living room, with a spacious black couch, everything sleek and modern, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the night sky.

“Beautiful.” You murmur softly, touching the clear glass for just a moment, he comes up behind you, kissing across your neck.

“I’ll fuck you on this window, let everyone have a show.”

“What!?”

“Let ‘em know you’re mine this time.”

“Sukuna!” You are dragged to the couch, sat down right next to him, his arm around you.

“Sip more water. So thirsty.”

“I really hate you.”

“You say that…”

“Yeah.” He tilts your chin up with two fingers, pressing his lips over yours over and over, little sweet kisses you don’t expect. “Mmm, so… remember your first frat party?”

“Barely! Oh shit I think I got drunk.”

“Oh yeah you did.

*****

The fourth time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, your senior year HS, his Freshman year college (Kuna age 19, Y/N age 18)

“Y’know… S-Sukuna… fuck you’re kinda hot!?” You’re stumbling as you speak to Sukuna that night, dressed in some mini skirt and crop top, showing everything. You make him furious, showing that body that seems to get prettier every year, the top showcasing far too much of your pretty breasts, the skirt showing too much of your sexy thighs.

Thighs he’d die to have wrapped around his head.

“What now, brat?” He demands, and you giggle, clearly shitfaced, you never partied so you’re an insane lightweight. And your friend is currently making out in a corner, leaving you stumbling over to him in heels that make no sense for you, for the girl he’s known so long. “What’s with the skank fit?”

“Fuck you I’m hot.” You giggle, doing a spin, and then nearly falling, Sukuna catches you with an arm around your waist, warm body pressed against his.

“That alcohol spiking that confidence?”

“Jus’ because you don’t think- m’hot doesn’t mean… m’not k?” You toss down your drink, giggling breathlessly, looking up at him with dilated eyes.

“When have I said you’re not?” He asks softly, guiding you away from the crowd, from the eyes of too many hungry frat boys. You somehow end up on his lap, arms around his neck, giggling and scrunching that cute ass nose of yours.

“You’ve said m’pretty like once. In middle school? Thass it, Kuna.”

“God, don’t call me that, drunky.” He brushes your hair back then, and you pause, inhaling just a bit, sudden clarity in a brief drunk haze. “You’re the prettiest brat there is, yeah? You’re gonna forget this. So fuck it.”

“The prettiest brat?” You repeat, and he smiles, nodding, before hissing when you shift, straddling him.

“The fuck are you doing!?” He demands, hands pressing on your waist, while you lean your face low, breath against his lips.

“Jus- wanna kiss. Or more… always wanted you to be-”

“Shh, stop.” He puts a hand on your mouth, shaking his head. “You’re shitfaced, don’t go saying dumb shit.”

You lick at his palm, giggling again, moving your hips, he feels your heat against his cock over his jeans, making him throb then. He was no virgin, far from it, but you make him blush. You make him tremble, and he hates this effect, that you so casually have, and don’t even know you possess.

Since he met you, you’ve done things to him, things that have him jerking it to images of you, memories of you. Practicing all the ways he’d take that virginity of yours back in the day, knowing he was a fucking idiot. Thinking of how he’s stretch that surely tight little hole, how he’s make you his.

But you dated boys, he dated girls.

You lived your life in your lane, he lived his.

You both rarely crossed, aside from your friendship with his brother and mutual friends, he doesn’t think he’d see you. He barely does now, and the way you’re looking at him addles his mind, short circuits his brain chemistry. God the things he wants to do with you…

But…

“You’re trashed.”

“I’m pretty to you.” You murmur, lips far too close, he can practically taste jello shots on you.

“You are.” He figures fuck it, what’s it matter?

You won’t remember.

“You’re beautiful.” He says, finally, after so many years, and you blink rapidly, sobering up almost it seemed, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks as they lower, as you take a breath.

“You think so?” You whisper.

“I know so, fuck who doesn’t?” He holds you still when you wiggle. “Don’t fucking do that, please.”

“Don’t wanna fuck me, Kuna? Don’t you fuck whoever?”

“Fuck you…” He trails off. Fucking you isn’t what he’d do, and he damn well knows it too well.

He’d lose himself in you.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, hmm?” He asks, husky voice breaking.

“What do you think?” You grind on him, his head falls back, moaning as you kiss up his throat, making his hands grip you bruising. “Haven’t I wanted to for s’long, Kuna… wanted y’inside me…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoves at you again, ruby eyes narrowing as he looks at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“So you need to get home. Nobara.” She looks up at the shout of her name, eyes wide when she sees you, gently pulling you now.

“Come on baby.”

“No, he wants me, look at him.” You giggle again, and Nobara can’t stop the smirk on her face.

“He does, but… you’re too tired, yeah?” You look at her, then Sukuna, yawning then and nodding as she eases you up.

“Am I?”

“You are. Say goodnight, remember you can’t stand Sukuna, yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” You blink again, stumbling against your friend, Sukuna’s hand cups your face gently.

“Good night, drunk brat.” He kisses your head, shocking you even in your drunk state, before looking at Nobara. “Got a ride?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Sukuna…” She whispers then.

“Hmm?”

“Just let her go if you don’t want to be with her. She deserves more than this… pining away for you.” Sukuna gulps at Nobara’s words.

“I…”

“She’s amazing, you know.”

“Yeah, I fucking know. Trust me.” She sighs, as you snuggle to her, blissfully unaware of the conversation, just mumbling how good Nobara smells.

“She wants to go to another university, but she’ll go here to see you. Let. Her. Go.” Sukuna watches you stumble away, feeling it like a knife to his chest.

God it was difficult to let you go, but were you wasting your chances for someone like him?

*****

“I literally don’t remember it…” You murmur softly then, while Sukuna’s fingers run lazily over your shoulders, sipping more water. “I think I remember sitting on your lap but it’s a blur?”

“Yeah, it was… hard…”

You’re laughing then. “Sorry!”

“Hard in many ways, sure. To turn this down?” You heat up under his praise now, so open for you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Look at you.” You’re kissing him then, again, you could just keep kissing Sukuna, forever and ever you feel like. Like nothing could rip you from him, when you’re straddling his lap like that night, and he’s exhaling against your lips.

“What was the thing you should’ve said?” You whisper, rolling your hips, grinding your pussy on his shaft, he groans, kissing down the plump curve of your breast, sinking his teeth and making your head fall back.

“I did say it…” He grins, looking at the little teeth marks in your skin.

“Wh-what was it?”

“That you’re beautiful, and fuck you are.” You whimper when he yanks down your top, revealing your puffy nipples, taut and perky with want. “Oh my… fuck…”

He’s sucking one into his hot mouth now, your hands entangled in pastel locks, hips rocking for more and more, he’s dying to sink into you, and you’re dying for him to fill you. “Thank you, Kuna… and… did I say anything that…”

“You kept saying how hot I am.”

“You are, fuck you are. Sexiest man I’ve seen.”

“Damn, simp much?”

“Hate you!” You shove at him and he’s chuckling, kissing back down your breasts, sighing.

“You don’t hate me, shut it. Should we put that mouth to better fucking use?” He asks, and you nod eagerly. “You’re gonna obey that easily? Want it so bad?”

“Oh fuck you and your stories.” You slip down, one knee on one side of him, as you unzip him slowly, he hisses when his cock juts out of the jeans, of his boxers, so heavy and thick. You pause briefly, blushing when you see it, a tattoo around the base of his fucking cock, and a piercing on the tip.

“Cat got your tongue, slut?”

“Slut? You have a slutty tattoo on your slutty dick. And this? This…” You moan then, kneeling between his thighs spread, looking up at him so pretty then his heart flips in his chest, he’s as nervous if not more than he was when he was a virgin. Looking how beautiful you are, face resting on his thigh.

“Then put this slutty cock in your slutty mouth, huh?” You eagerly do as he says, taking him into your mouth slowly, teasing the piercing with your tongue, tasting his precum, salty and bitter, coating your tastebuds. “Mmgh, yeah, like that, pretty little whore.”

His words really should infuriate you, but you love it, jerking his hips up as you suck harder, faster, feeling his hands tighten in your hair, and god he’s losing his fucking mind, and it’s all because of you.

You love it, love the way he’s looking at you with lidded ruby eyes, as he fucks up into your mouth, alternating between gently cupping your cheek and shoving your throat down on his cock, all while looking at you. His eyes never leave your face, you hear his breaths, feel him tense. It’s intoxicating, feeling his cock swell and pulse in your mouth, feeling his eyes on you, watching you take him deep.

“So pretty, look at you, taking cock s��good. S’hungry for it, huh?” He’s mumbling now, trying to be so sure, so dominating of you, and he does, but he’s vulnerable, as your little fingers press against his thighs, as you’re sucking him so deeply. You breathe through your nose, feeling him get harder, impossibly harder, as you take him more and more.

Your cunt is pulsing around nothing, thinking of everything you’ve wanted, listening to him mumbling praise, watching that red streak from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. To make Sukuna blush was something so heady you couldn’t explain it, not as you keep sucking, as you slip his dress shirt up just a bit, revealing the hard, perfect planes of his abdomen.

“Fuck, you’re good at that, hmm?” He whispers, his eyes half lidded, his voice gruff and rough, so fucking sexy, and you moan around his cock, nodding. He’s so fucking big and it’s a struggle to take him all in, but you’re keep trying to, go even deeper, watching his breath hitch, his hips buck upwards. He keeps whispering your name until he yanks you off.

“Lemme suck you off, Kuna.” You plead, and he laughs insanely now, shaking his head as he looks down at you.

“Ya gotta be that good at this!? I’m mad you ever sucked anyone.” He grumbles, glaring now, you pout as he pulls you off, hands firm on your ass when he sits you back on him, and now he’s adjusting himself back in.

“Really!? Not another story, Kuna… I need to tell you my own shit.” You murmur, he puts a finger to your lips, shaking his head.

“I’m almost done, last story yeah? Then…” He rubs your cunt over your panties, so damp they’re sticking to your plump lips pathetically. “Then I’ll make her feel so fucking good, so good I promise.”

“You suck.” You say with a pout, earning another smirk as you try to catch your breath, leaning back against him. “Okay, one more, and only one.”

“You’re such a little-”

“Kuna…”

“A little… pretty ass bitchy ass-”

“Sukuna, I swear to god I’ll hit you.”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow.

“You’re a little bitch.”

“Swear to-”

“I should go.”

“You aren’t going any fucking where. C’mere.” He yanks you back down, as you huff in anger. “I’ll give her what she needs, have some patience. All fuckin night and day, just wait a little longer, huh?”

“F-fine.” You look down demurely, as Sukuna sighs, shutting his eyes.

“The last time we saw each other. Remember?”

“Shit…”

*****

The fifth time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, your Sophomore year of college, his Junior (Kuna 21, Y/N 20)

You weren’t even in the same college as Sukuna, but you still saw him, from time to time. You were close with Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara, and that meant sometimes seeing Sukuna, a girl on either side of him as he’s throwing pong balls into cups, and everyone is cheering for him.

Jock Sukuna.

Frat leader Sukuna.

Asshole hoe ass Sukuna.

You resent him, you hate it but you do, he’s popular and still somehow a huge asshole, he hasn’t changed a damn bit and people fawned over him, girls were all lining up for their turn, all except you. You’re glad you went to a different university, even if you missed your friends, it means you got to miss him being such a whore blatantly in front of the world.

He kissed one, then the other, like they’re both his girlfriends, chuckling until he catches sight of you.

You.

You make his heart race, wanting to thump right out of his fucking chest, tightening it so bad he can’t breathe for a moment. You’re in this gorgeous little dress, too fancy and pretty for some stupid ass frat party. He watches the eyes of everyone on you avidly as you smile, starting to get surrounded by his curious frat brothers, making his murder instincts kick into high gear.

When would everyone figure out you’re his? Shit, when would either of you figure it out, that this is what it was?

That he was in love with you.

That he’s been in love with you, since the first day you ran into the hall, over ten years back, when you’d had hurt in your eyes and your lower lip trembled. Loved you every minute of every day, and every day he falls deeper and deeper into being an idiot, drowning you away with cheap beer and endless annoying girls. Girls he couldn’t care less about, but they were safe bets.

They weren’t you.

Your eyes catch his across the room, sipping on your drink then, smiling up as your friends come to talk to you. Sukuna has maybe seen you three times this entire year, and he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t miss, god he misses picking on you, he misses that scowl you give him, the way you cross your arms.

He leaves the girls next to him, much to their dismay, walking up to you now, and your lips part as your drink sits just a bit down by your side, looking up at him with eyes that haunt his every fucking dream. Your body looks so good he can’t help but picture it naked in every position under him, while he says your name softly.

“Hey, Sukuna.” You manage to sound casual, while he’s shirtless, his already chiseled body buffer than you remember, tattoos already on his abdomen and wrists, ones that weren’t there before, that just make him sexier.

Fuck Sukuna.

Fuck him for being all you think about even now, when you have college, a part time job, a whole life. And you lay there, and think of him, picture him in ways that make you touch yourself, not knowing he’s jerking it in his dorm room to you, sometimes simultaneously, but of course neither of you has figured any of it out.

Clueless.

“You should… play?” He suggests, your brows draw together in confusion.

“Why are you being friendly?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” You sigh then, shaking your head and walking away, making his jaw clench. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” You stomp away, and Sukuna chases you, into a room now, shutting the door behind you, you peek around and realize you’re somehow in his room when you see the familiar things you’ve seen his whole life. His game system, his guitar… his collection of panties? “Jesus.”

“Yeah it’s a thing we do.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, and you shake your head, turning to look up at him.

“Does it make you feel cool? Fucking the cheerleading squad?”

“Maybe it does. What do you care!?”

“I don’t.”

“Good.” He says.

“Good.” You agree, then you’re on each other, kissing each other hungrily, his hands gripping your ass, as you drink his moans.

“Why do you gotta act like this?”

“Like what, not easy?” You whisper, pulling back, and he groans, down on his knees suddenly, making you gasp, as he’s just a breath away from your hot, eager little pussy, lifting your skirt and moaning when he sees the damp spot. “What… are…”

“Lemme finally shut you the fuck up, brat.” He whispers, yanking them to the side just as the door tumbles open, you jerk back so fast as giggling girls pour in. “Don’t… get off me, fuck.” He’s shouting your name, chasing you, but you can’t get out of there fast enough.

What were you about to do!?

“Come back, fuck!” He’s yanking you by your wrist, and you scowl up at him. “Just let me… we’ll get a room, or…”

“No, thank god they came in. I’m an idiot, I have been. Down to be a notch in your stupid bedpost.”

“You’d never be-”

“Good bye Sukuna.” You leave him with watery eyes and a trembling lip, and he hates you more.

*****

You both sit there, staring at each other then, quietly, so much left unsaid over so many years, so much between you both. Your breaths make both of your chests rise and fall, while you wait with bated breath, feeling every bit of his energy consuming you, still tasting him on your lips, his pants still unzipped, your dress still tugging down your breasts just so.

“I was harsh.”

“Nah, you were real with me.”

“What did you want to say, then?” You ask quietly, and Sukuna curses, standing then, walking you back more and more until your shoulder blades hit the cool glass of his window, and you gasp, looking up at him. His gaze is hungry, it’s intense, looking right through you, seeing you. All of you.

“What I should have said, so many times… is that… I fucking love you, okay? In love with you. Stupid in love. Down bad like a little bitch.”

“What!?”

“You really couldn’t fucking tell!?”

You try to process his words, shaking your head now, tears welling up as the emotions hit you. “Like… in love?”

“Didn’t I say it, brat? Ya want some one knee shit, it’ll be eating your pussy, like I should have that night.” He murmurs, and soon he’s kissing you, hungry, desperate, hands touching every inch of you he can. “Love you, brat. Always have.”

“Sukuna…”

“Shh.” He turns you then, unzipping your dress, big hands darting across your back, your waist, your hips, turning you then to face him, leaving you in nothing but soaked panties and a lacy bra. “Should’ve told you, I love you. You’re beautiful, so beautiful you fucking wreck me.”

“Kuna…” He’s moaning again, red eyes bright as he rips your bra off, revealing your pretty breasts to his hungry gaze, cupping them, resting his forehead on yours.

“I was a fucking ass to you, a dick. A bully. A shit.”

“Kuna…”

“Shut up. You don’t have to feel the same, it can just be a fuck if you want, I’ll give you anything.” You’re whimpering, when he’s kneeling, just like that night, his breath hot against your inner thigh, when he runs calloused fingers down your soft skin, eliciting a cry. “I’ll let you fuck my face and thank you, make me so pathetic.”

“Sukuna!” You shout finally, yanking at his hair, pulling his head back to look at you, and he exhales now.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too, you idiot.” He pauses, heart slamming in his chest, and you just nod weakly, tears pouring down your cheeks. “I’ve always loved you, mean ass.”

“Fuck…” He rips your panties off.

“They’re expensive!”

“I’ll buy you all the ones you want, slutty fucking brat. Put this pretty pussy on my goddamn face, now.” He orders, lifting a thigh, swiping a stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, making you scream out, head falling back against the window he’s so shamelessly eating you out against. “Taste so goddamn good, fuck you.”

“F-fuck you, Kuna… just… will you… ah!” He smacks your pussy then, glaring up at you, as you manage a little pathetic scowl.

“Shut it brat, now. Lemme take my time, shit.” He’s back down there, parting your plump lips, dying at just how pretty your pussy is, how the wetness is just oozing. He sips up the syrupy wetness with the tip of his tongue, moaning at your taste, before slipping up to your clit, slowly circling.

“Mnph!” You’re barely able to make a noise, when Sukuna buries his face against you, nose bumping your little twitchy clit, tongue slipping up into your hole, as his hands squish your thighs, pinning you in place. “Ah!”

You feel that grin against you as he sips you up, drinking you, youre eyes are rolling, back, fucking toes curling as he nips your clit then with his sharp teeth, eliciting a slutty moan from your throat. “That’s it, cum all over m’face, slutty lil fuckin brat.”

You can’t even retort, you can’t function when his tongue is flicking the underside of your clit, and he’s watching you with those bright red eyes under those pastel lashes, working you so well you can barely stand. You’re gasping, gripping his hair so hard you’re pulling it, only making his cock harder for you, your eyes shut when you earn another wet smack on your cunt.

“Ah-ah,look at me when I’m eating you out, brat. I wanna see you fall apart f’me, just me, only me.” Sukuna’s possessive words and another smack earn you looking down at him, eyes locking with his. “Ha, that’s it.”

His tongue is flicking and pressing against your clit, when he curls two fingers up inside your gummy walls, cum drooling down his black painted nails, all the way to his rolex watch, cold against your heated skin as he pumps and pumps. “M’gonna… oh my g-god…”

“That’s it, cum like a pretty lil’ fuckin whore, hmm? Just f’me.” He orders, filthy words spitting from his mouth when he curls his fingers just so inside your soppy little cunt, and you shatter then as he works you like he’s always known you, sucking your little clit in his hot mouth.

“Kuna!” You scream out his name as you come, thighs trembling around his neck, eyes rolling back in your skull, panting when he fucks you with his fingers even faster, pushing you from one orgasm into another. “Too much!”

He doesn’t relent, he’s fingering and devouring you simultaneously until you’re a weak, pathetic mess, sweat making your hair stick to your brow, you’re trembling and shaking as it makes you see stars. You’re not even holding yourself up anymore, he’s got an arm around your hips, moaning against you.

“Sukuna, I l-love you.” You mumble weakly, and he chuckles, tickling your oversensive cunt.

“I know you do, baby.” He whispers back, kissing your inner thigh, licking your pussy clean of all your cum before he stands, and you’re taking off his dress shirt with shaky fingers, so shaky he smacks at them. “Can’t even function huh?”

“F-fuck off…” You can’t function, though, you can’t form a coherent thought in an already fucked out brain as he rips off that damn shirt, showing a buff, perfect body, littered in new tattoos you haven’t even seen. He’s quick to get naked, and pick you right up in his arms like you’re nothing. “H-here!?”

“Everyone already got a show.” He smirks, tip nudging your soppy entrance, you’re shivering as you cling to his shoulders, whining desperately. “Wanna give em a better show? Want everyone to see you dripping my cum?”

“Yes.” At your husky admission he grins.

“Slutty little brat. Oh my… fuck…” He can’t take it, when he starts to press inside you, and you’re screaming out at the stretch, as he feels your slick cunt grip him like a vise. “You’re s-so f-fucking…”

“Fuck me, please, please.” You beg, tears in your eyes now, and Sukuna won’t deny you shit, not when you’re begging so pretty, no he fucks into you, hard, thrusting his cock so deep his tip kisses your cervix. “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god.” He moans right with you, exhaling as he looks into your glassy, dilated eyes, so dilated all he sees are the outer rings of your irises when he sinks so deep in your eager pussy. “Ya feel like this, the whole time could’ve been putting babies in this?”

“Kuna!? The f- y-yes! Yes!” You’re screaming as he pounds his cock, so thick it’s stretching you out so hard it hurts, it burns, wearing you down with each pump, the sounds of your slutty cunt echoing in his immaculate fucking penthouse. You’re cumming before he can play with your clit, something that’s never happened, he hits so hard you don’t even need it.

When you cum, pulsing all around him he tenses, pulling then, setting you on the floor and turning you, pressing your tits against the glass as he bends down, lifting your ass up and fucking into you, your hands leaving prints on spotless glass. He’s moaning as his muscles flex, as he pumps his thick, long cock so deep, and you’re throwing your head back, screaming.

“That’s it, again baby, lemme feel your slutty fucking cunt grip me.” He huffs, leaning over the glass and fucking into you, two hands gripping your hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples of your back, as he rails you harder and harder. You’re gasping, twitching, unable to even stand, practically falling on the glass overlooking the night sky.

When Sukuna’s gotten another orgasm, he pulls out again, carrying you like you’re nothing until you’re in his bed, and he’s climbing on top of you, so intimate in this moment, cock drooling with your drippy wetness. He’s entwining a hand with yours, the other grabbing his cock, putting it back inside, your already sore little hole, and you gasp, clinging to him.

“S’good… s’good I…” You can’t form a word, when he’s pressing your thighs up higher and higher, watching the bulge in your tummy at his huge cock wrecking you, making him harder, his precum pouring, cock twitching.

“That’s it, cunt screamin’ just f’me, fuckin’ hear it huh?” Sukuna whispers, eyes and face practically feral, fucking you harder, deeper, as he presses your thighs until you’re folded in half under him. “Answer me, huh? Too fucked out?”

“F-fuck… y-you… K-Kuna you- yes!” You’re whimpering out when he pounds his cock even deeper, and you hear it, the squelching wetness of your soaking cunt, the slap of his balls on your ass, as his face drips sweat right down onto your own, and you’re crying it feels so good.

“Crying sexy!? Is anything ya do not sexy… slutty brat… swear I’ll ruin you for fuckin anyone, yeah?” You just nod weakly, sniffling when Sukuna cups your face between his huge hands, pounding deeper and deeper in your hole, and he’s finally slowing, laughing. “Milking me?”

“Whass that… Kuna…” Your words are jumbled as the man you’ve loved forever beats your poor little cunt up, as he fucks velvety walls until they’re aching, rubbing your walls so good, hitting just that fucking spot, over and over, ridge of that drooly tip sending you.

“That’s it, can’t help yourself, can you? So pathetic, c-can’t stop cummin…” He’s huffing now, leaning over you, so big and strong you feel so damn tiny under him, his power, the way he moves, the way he fucks you like he owns your pussy.

“Ngh…” You can’t speak anymore, it’s all sounds, whines, whimpers.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, gonna be dripping me for days huh? Want me to, don’t ya brat?” He holds your thighs up so high you could hardly breathe, as he works your cunt harder, grinding against you when his tip bruises your cervix. “Answer me, now, use those words.”

“Fill me, please.” You whisper, and he moans, smirking then, leaning so that his lips are a breath away.

“Want me to breed that slutty pussy?”

“Yes.” Sukuna folds then, busting so deep in your cunt, filling you to the brim with his endless spurts of hot cum, until you can’t stand it, so hot and full, you feel Sukuna fucking everywhere. He’s still pumping now, kissing you, moaning his pleasure as your thighs shake against him.

“That’s it, taking it so good aren’t ya baby? Cunt so eager. Slutty.” You just nod weakly, and he laughs. “That's how I shut you up? Could have been doing it.”

“You love my mouth.” You counter, earning his chuckle, when he finally eases your thighs down, kissing you just a bit softer, your nails that have been pressing and leaving marks on his back relaxes now, as you both breathe together, slower and slower.

“I do love it.”

“You love me.”

“Don’t get too annoying about it.” You giggle, and he adores the way your nose scrunches. “Fucking cute.”

“Yeah?” He nods, finally admitting it, what’s been in his heart so long he doesn’t know how he handled it, the lightness he feels of you knowing is so amazing he can’t put it in words.

“Yeah.” Is all he says for now, kissing you again. Soon he’s in the shower with you, ‘cleaning’ you, as he’s drinking your pussy right up on his knees, as the hot spray falls down.

Then, Sukuna is fucking you right on his shower wall, and you’re clinging to him desperately, as his cock works you in ways you could have never known. “Gonna forget anything, anyone, just me, brat.” He huffs in your ear.

Later, it’s no longer Valentine’s day, shit it’s maybe three am? But Sukuna isn’t done with your pussy, no he’s far from it, having you on your hands and knees on his bed as he fucks you, slapping your ass over and over, leaving hand prints. Then he’s prone bone over you, wrapping long fingers around your throat, squeezing as you gasp and cum all over his cock.

“Put a fuckin baby in ya, huh? Want that, don’t ya?” He’s huffing that morning, not like either of you have slept, and he’s laying behind you, you were supposed to cuddle but Sukuna has catching up to do with you, so he’s cradling you, fucking you with your one leg up over his thigh.

“Want it… want it…” You’re throwing your head back, while he’s fucking one load of cum out and pumping more into you, until you’re a sobbing mess, and Sukuna could still go, but you’re passing out, weak and snuggling him.

“You’re so… beautiful.” He whispers as you snore lightly, before rolling his eyes. “And annoying.”

“Hmm.” You mumble, when he shoves at you, and your eyes adjust to the man you’ve always loved, smiling just a little soft for a moment. “You love me.”

“Shut it brat. Stop snoring or I’ll kick you out.” You just giggle, kissing him.

“Shh. Love you Kuna.” You murmur, falling asleep on his chest, feeling for the first time in forever like the puzzle pieces have fallen together, and Sukuna watches you until his heavy eyes knock him out with you, snoring even louder than you. When you wake to him eating your pussy, all puffy and sore, you wonder just what you’re in for.

“Taste us, fuck.” He drinks you up, leaning over, spitting in your mouth then, you gasp at it, at his insane grin. “Taste s’yummy, huh?”

“How about g’morning, hmm?” You manage, coughing just a bit, and he’s nudging his broad shoulders back between your thighs.

“Nah, fuck that.” He buries his face against your pussy, your hands entangling in his messy locks, back arching.

“Please.” You whisper, soon he’s working over you, hand wrapping your throat, as he shoves that thick cock in your sore little pussy over and over, until you’re both losing the day in each other.

And that was the last time Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, but this time it worked, and you felt the same the entire time

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REQUEST: loved ur billie fic sm!!!🥹 can you do billie x f!reader where r has been acting distant lately ofc shes tryna hide that but billie being the attentive girlfriend she is notices and asks r about it then r talks about wanting to break up but billie can read her emotions through her eyes so well so they talk ab it and turns out r has been feeling insecure cus billies very up there and shes just her THIS IS SO LONG M SORRY i js love u and hope to see more from u😣 thank u sm!!!🫰🏻

a/n: i adore this request tysm ily! and u can make it as long as u want (that's what she said) hope this is how u wanted it to go<3

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pairings - attentivegf!billie x insecure!reader

genre - angst, fluff

synopsis: when doubts about your worth drive a wedge between you and billie, an emotional confrontation reveals just how deep her love for you runs.

tw: self-doubt, emotional distress—nothing too serious

word count: 1.1K

i look to you and i see nothing i look to you to see the truth

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a stranger light comes on slowly a stranger's heart without a home

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"And that's a wrap!"

Applause fills the room as the interviewer stands and pulls Billie in for a brief hug. "You were amazing. It was an honor having you here," she says warmly. Billie smiles back, her signature charm on full display. "The episode will be in editing for a few days, but we'll let you know once it's ready to publish."

The brunette nods, her ocean-blue eyes catching the iridescent glow of the overhead lamp. As she exchanges goodbyes, her gaze sweeps the room, searching—only to find no sign of you.

"Hey," she calls out, tapping Finneas on the shoulder. He turns to face her, eyebrows raised. "Did she leave?"

"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago," he says with a shrug, crossing his arms. "You guys okay? I don’t usually like to get involved, but... she’s been acting different. Not just with you—just, in general."

"No, yeah, we're fine. She probably just wasn't feeling well," Billie says as she fiddles with her silver rings, though the crease in her brow betrays the indifference she tries to project. Truthfully, she has no idea why you've been acting so distant—distant enough for Finneas and even a few of your mutual friends to notice and question her about it.

After bidding her farewells, Billie heads straight for her car, a clear mission in mind as she drives to your place. She rings the doorbell, anxiously tapping her foot against the wooden floorboards of your porch.

The door opens after a few beats, revealing you—your face etched with a melancholic expression. Her brows knit together instantly, worry clouding her eyes as her hands move to cup your cheeks. Her thumbs brush over the faint streaks of dried tears.

“What happened, pretty girl?” she asks softly, concern woven into every word. “You left so suddenly, but you seemed just fine this morning. Are you feeling sick? I can grab you some soup from that place you love.”

You shake your head, stepping back from her touch before turning away and sinking onto the gray couch. Your lips are downturned, shoulders slumped, as Billie silently follows, her worried gaze never leaving you.

"I don’t know why everyone’s so worried. I’m fine," you snap, your voice sharper than intended. You meet her concerned eyes with a glare, though it falters. "You didn’t need to come over. Don’t you have some afterparty to go to with your famous friends?"

Billie’s brows knit together in confusion as she lowers herself onto the coffee table across from you, legs spread and elbows propped on her knees. She leans forward, searching your face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just…” Your voice falters, trailing off as you avert your gaze to the side, nervously chewing your bottom lip.

“Hey,” she says softly, her tone steady but full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Her gentleness feels like a knife twisting in your chest. Guilt gnaws at you with every word, every worried glance. No matter how cold you try to be, she’s still her—loving, understanding, unwavering.

“I wanna… break up.” The words leave your lips in a whisper, barely audible, but they hit like a crack of thunder. Your tear-filled eyes flicker to hers, wide and stricken with disbelief.

“Wait—what? What?” Billie stammers, her voice cracking with shock as she processes your words. “You… you wanna break up?”

“I wanna break up,” you repeat, though it comes out shakier this time, as though the words might crumble under their weight.

“Why?” she asks softly, her voice trembling. Her hands reach out instinctively, intertwining with yours, her thumbs brushing across your knuckles in a gentle, grounding motion. “Why? I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Billie studies you intently, her gaze searching for answers you don’t know how to give. She catches the guilt etched in your features, and a quiet sigh escapes her lips as she tightens her grip on your hands—reassuring, alleviating.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” she pleads, her voice steady despite the tension in her posture. “We need to talk about this. About you. I’ve been so worried lately, and now… this? Why do you want to break up? I thought we were happy.”

“I was—am happy, I just…” You exhale shakily, lowering your gaze to your lap, where your hands remain entwined with hers. “Why me?”

“What?” Billie’s brows knit together, and she shifts closer, tilting her head slightly.

“I just— There’s nothing special about me, y’know? I’m just me, and you’re Billie Eilish. I don’t get why you’d wanna be with someone like me.”

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath, a soft chuckle escaping as she pulls you closer, shifting you onto her thigh. Your heart flutters involuntarily, but the warmth is immediately overshadowed by the painful squeeze in your chest when you look down into her comforting, knowing gaze. “Is that why you’ve been acting so different, baby?”

You don’t respond, but you don’t have to. She sighs, her arms wrapping securely around your waist, holding you as if to anchor you in place.

“You might not be famous in the world’s eyes,” she murmurs, her voice tender yet resolute, “but you’re everything in mine. And yeah, you’re you, but that’s exactly who I fell in love with. Not some snobby celebrity, or anyone else. You. Just you. And you’re fucking perfect, love. Don’t you see that?”

"What if you find someone better, or... I don't know, things go south? It's happened before with other couples, and—"

"It won’t happen with us," Billie cuts in gently, her voice soft yet stable. "I’ll never find someone better because that doesn’t exist."

She leans in, pressing a series of featherlight kisses along your jaw, trailing down to your neck. Her warm breath brushes your skin as she exhales softly, her hair tickling you like a second touch.

"I love you," she whispers, her words grounding you as she presses another lingering kiss against your neck. "And nothing—nothing—is ever going to change that, got it?"

With a playful grin, you thread your fingers through her hair, giving it a gentle tug to tilt her head up so she meets your gaze. "Prove it."

Billie lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as her hands tighten around your waist. "You’re insatiable," she teases, before leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. Slowly, she guides you onto your back on the couch, her body hovering over yours as she trails down to your neck, leaving a path of delicate, lingering kisses that promise to leave their mark.

She pulls back just enough to kiss you again, her lips hovering over yours before she smiles softly. "I love you," she repeats, her gaze locking with yours, full of warmth and certainty.

[ohtoseni]

like real people do

chapter seven

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC

read it on ao3

the government forces soulmates to be together, no matter what it takes.

it just so happens that eve's soulmates are two bisexual super soldiers.

or,

steve and bucky struggle with their eighteen-year-old soulmate who refuses to settle into her new life after being kidnapped by the government.

tags/warnings: soulmate mark au, forced throuple/poly relationship (f/m/m), extreme age gap, kidnapping, slow burn, dub con, mental health issues (ptsd, audhd, ocd, bipolar, ed), found family, emotional hurt/comfort, sensory overload and meltdowns, eventual smut, tooth-rotting fluff, power imbalance, domestic discipline (spanking as punishment), general teenage angst, daddy dom energy, oral fixation, praise kink, implied/referenced child abuse/csa, kink exploration, p in v sex, oral sex, non sexual age regression, lots of cuddles and snuggles and crying

Late-night sparring sessions at the compound had become a rare occurrence since Eve came into their lives. While Bucky was mostly a civilian now, he still liked to train with Steve now and then. “Just keeping you sharp, Cap,” he would say with a smirk.

Steve ducked under Bucky’s left hook, pivoting smoothly before sweeping his leg out. The brunette barely caught himself, landing in a crouch with a taunting laugh. “You’re slowing down, punk.”

Steve huffed, offering a hand to pull Bucky back to his feet. “Says the guy who’s been on the mat five times tonight.”

Bucky adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders back as he studied Steve’s movements.

“You sure you still got it, old man?” Steve taunted.

“I’d be offended if I didn’t know you were projecting,” Bucky said with a scoff. He lunged forward, throwing a quick jab that Steve sidestepped with ease. But he wasn’t done; Bucky followed up with a low kick aimed at Steve’s legs, forcing him to jump back.

“Not bad,” Steve admitted. “But I’ve seen you do that move before. So predictable.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky huffed out. “Seen this one too?” Bucky feinted left, then spun into a kick that nearly caught Steve in the ribs. Barely blocking, he skidded backward.

That cocky smirk reappeared on Bucky’s face. “Huh. Guess I still got it.”

Steve forced a laugh, shaking his head. He closed their distance fast as he caught Bucky off guard with a sudden sweep of his leg. The man went down hard, landing flat on his back.

“Yeah, you still got it,” Steve teased his lover, standing over him. “But I still got you.”

Groaning dramatically, Bucky threw an arm over his eyes. That blow left him winded and breathing heavily. “Alright, alright,” he said between breaths. “Rub it in, why don’t ya?”

Chuckling, Steve reached a hand down to help him back on his feet. The second Bucky’s fingers grasped his wrist he knew he made a mistake. Bucky yanked down hard, pulling Steve off his balance and onto the ground, flipping them both over. They landed with a grunt, Bucky now pinning him with a grin.

“Now we’re even.” Bucky gave Steve a soft peck on the lips.

Steve shook his head and laughed. “You done?”

“No, I like having you under me.” Bucky smiled down at him before pushing himself up. He stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. “Let’s get outta here. I’m exhausted.”

Grabbing a towel, Steve wiped that sweat off his face. “I bet Eve is still up.”

The mention of Eve made Bucky perk up. “She better be. If she went to bed before saying goodnight I’m going to be real hurt.”

“You mean ‘real dramatic’?”

“Same thing.”

By the time they got home, Eve was still sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table where they left her. The glow of her laptop screen was the only light in the living room, washing her in a blue-tinted light. Her headset was snug over her ears, completely absorbing her in whatever game she was playing.

They lingered by the door for a moment, watching as her friends’ voices crackled through the headset. Steve wondered- not for the first time- if she was going deaf from how loud she had it.

Eve laughed, leaning forward intently. “Ethan stop pocket-healing Lara!”

Then, with zero hesitation- “You motherfucking shitstain cocksucker!”

Bucky clamped a hand over his mouth to suppress his laugh. Meanwhile, Steve stared as if she had grown a second head.

The girl had yet to notice them, too absorbed in her video game. “Armed and dangerous! Again! Again!” She chanted excitedly. “One more round!”

Steve blinked. “She… She talks like that?”

“Kinda hot,” Bucky said with a grin. Steve quickly shot him a look.

But he was already on the move.

Unable to help himself, Bucky dropped down onto the couch beside her and leaned down, fingers lightly gripping the microphone attached to her headset. “Is she winning, or do I gotta step in?”

Eve gasped and pushed him away with a laugh. “Buck! I can’t see- move!”

Laughter and joyous chants erupted from the headset. From where Bucky sat, he could hear her friends’ commotion.

“Yes! Do it!”

“Winter Soldier!”

“She sucks at DPS- please Mr. Winter Soldier sir!”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile while shaking his head. So this is what she tells her friends about him. He knew very little about her friend group, but apparently, she talked about him and Steve to them very often. It was adorable.

Eve finally took a moment to lean back once the match ended, resting her head against Bucky’s knee. She was happy to have them home, even though her game kept her busy while they were away all afternoon. Bucky absentmindedly played with her hair while Steve sat on the other side, still trying to process the things he heard come out of her usually quiet and innocent mouth.

But, as long as she was happy and relaxed, Steve supposed he could tolerate it.

For now.

———

“Yup. Love you, bro,” Eve said as she finally exited the video game. It was just her and her brother Matthew left on comms, and they both concluded that they should finally go to sleep after ending the night on a winning match. They exchanged ‘good night’s before ending the call.

Eve gave a giant stretch, using the couch seat to crack her aching back. Before shutting off the laptop, she checked the time- 12:47 AM. While she did tell Steve and Bucky she would go to bed, she couldn’t exactly remember what time they agreed upon. Nearing one in the morning most likely was not that time, though.

Taking the remainder of her slice of pizza- neither Steve nor Bucky wanted to cook that night, deciding on getting a pizza delivered instead- she quickly finished it off before standing up from the floor. Her legs ached and shook from the sudden position change as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom. The cracks of her joints as she walked made her cringe- she wasn’t old, yet her body felt close to the grave already.

Her hand brushed her door handle when a noise from further down the hall made her jump. Nothing looked out of place, but a dim light was on in Steve and Bucky's room. That was strange- it was so late in the night, and the two old men were usually out well before midnight. As Eve shuffled closer to their bedroom, the sounds got louder.

Squeaks of the bed, low moans, and whispers made her stop in her tracks. Oh . They were having an ‘intimate time’. Heat flooded her entire body, up her neck and to her face. Now feeling extremely uncomfortable and sickened, Eve turned around and headed straight back to her room.

That was until she swore she heard her name. She listened closer, hoping it was just Steve’s name. The second time she faintly heard it there was no sign of the ‘st’ sound at the beginning. They were talking about her while having sex.

Her blood ran cold.

She couldn’t make out full sentences, but it was enough to make her freeze in place. Hearing her name spoken in between ragged breaths and other sounds of their pleasure made her chest tighten and her skin crawl.

The walls of the hallway suddenly closed in on her. She felt filthy standing there, a weight piling onto her ribs and making it impossible to breathe or move. Was this why they were so nice to her? Why they care, make her feel safe? Had it always been just to have sex with her? Had she misread everything about them?

A fresh wave of panic washed over her. Her hand flew up to her mouth, feeling as if she was going to throw up as she walked backward away from the bedroom door. She needed to be quiet and disappear as tears prickled in her eyes.

Her vision was blurred at the edges. The roaring in her ears made it impossible to think.

She needed to get out.

Eve stumbled over the rug in the hallway as she turned to flee into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Trembling hands grasped at her hair violently as she pressed her back against the door, falling down its length until she sat on the floor.

Breathe, just breathe, she thought to herself. She couldn’t cry or sob, that wasn’t allowed. She had to be quiet.

Even though she tried her hardest to stop them, memories surged in her mind. Calloused hands that weren’t hers roamed her body. Sickly sweet voices whispered in her ears, coaxing, demanding. She shoved her fists against her ears, trying to make them stop. She wasn’t dirty dirty dirty. She would never be clean.

But she wasn’t there. She was here . She was safe .

… Was she?

Eve curled further in on herself. Shame twisted in her gut like a knife- she should have known better. She never should have let them get as close to her as she did, never should have let her believe she was anything more than something to be used.

On the other hand, she desperately wanted to please Steve and Bucky. She wanted them to like her, she wanted their touches. Maybe they were like the bad men after all, wanting her body and giving her what she wanted in return. If this was what they wanted, Eve knew how to make them happy. She had been doing it all her life.

———

By the time noon rolled around and Eve had yet to leave her bedroom, Steve knew something was wrong. Usually, the girl would stumble out of bed for breakfast around eight in the morning, still half asleep. Steve wondered just how late she stayed up on her video game last night- he never heard when she went to bed, but she was asleep by the time we woke up at five.

Mission planning papers littered the small kitchen table- Steve had to prep before leaving for a mission in Europe the next week. He hadn’t wanted to return to work so soon, especially since Eve still wasn’t fully settled in, but vacation time was hard to find as Captain America. Across the room on the couch, Bucky heckled him as he watched the television.

“It’s so nice, you know. Being retired.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re old, I get it.”

Bucky smirked as he stretched out on the couch like a man with all the time in the world. “Jealous?”

Steve didn’t bother to look up from his papers. “Of you? Always.”

Before Bucky could throw another sassy retort, the click of a door unlocking brought their attention down the hall. Eve finally emerged from her bedroom, looking like hell.

Her sweater hung a little too loose on her frame, slouching off her left shoulder. Her hair was unbrushed and wild, and dark circles sat heavily beneath her eyes. Steve caught the slight stiffness in her shoulders, carrying herself as if she was braced for impact.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bucky called. “Or should I say, afternoon.”

Eve didn’t acknowledge him, shuffling past him and Steve straight into the kitchen. Sluggishly, she opened the cabinet and reached for a glass.

Steve frowned, concern crossing over his face. “You okay, kid?”

“M’fine,” she mumbled, filling the glass with water.

Something was definitely wrong, Steve thought as he set his papers down. “You sure? You-“

He reached a hand out towards her arm, wanting to pull her in for a quick cuddle.

Eve flinched violently, her whole body jerking away from him so fast the glass of water fell from her hand. It hit the tile with a sharp crack, water and shards of glass scattering across the floor.

“Shit-“ Steve stood up from his chair at the table. “Eve-“

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The words burst out of her in a ragged, venomous snarl. Eve was shaking. Hands curled into fists, chest heaving, eyes wild and furious.

Bucky quickly walked over, trying to remedy the situation. He reached a hand out to Eve, trying to get her away from the broken glass, but she shoved his hands away with a string of curses.

“Just leave me alone!” She snapped, her expression bitter and ugly. “Go fuck off and die for all I care.”

Bucky’s expression darkened, but he held back his inner explosion. Clenching his jaw, he took a firm grip on Eve’s upper arm, dragging her to her bedroom.

Eve thrashed in his grip, heels digging into the floor as she fought against him. “Let me go!” She snarled, voice raw with fury. She tried to pry his fingers off her arm, but Bucky was much stronger than her.

Bucky didn’t loosen his hold, but he wasn’t rough. His patience was hanging on by a thread. “You wanna act like a brat? Fine,” he muttered, shoving her door open and steering her inside. “But you don’t get to talk to us like that.”

Rubbing at her arm, Eve glared up at Bucky like a wounded animal, her breathing still uneven. “What, you grounding me like a child?”

“No. I’m giving you space to calm down before we both say something we regret.” Bucky exhaled sharply, walking past Eve to sit on the edge of her bed. She stood solid in her place to Bucky’s right, glaring daggers into his eyes.

“Oh, so now you care about regrets?” Eve scoffed, wrapping her arms around her body. Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the way she spat out her words as if she were genuinely sickened.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Silence.

Eve’s eyes dropped to the floor as she clenched her jaw. Her fingernails dug tiny crescent-shaped indents on her arms. Cautiously, Bucky reached his flesh arm out towards her, slowly taking one of her hands in his own.

Allowing the touch but not reciprocating, Eve squeezed her eyes shut. “Just leave me alone, Bucky.”

“No.” His tone was firm and final, but not unkind. Hesitating to continue, he softened slightly. “You flinched away from Steve like he was gonna hit you. And now you’re looking at me like I’m-“ Bucky couldn’t continue his thought, his stomach twisting tight.

Finally, Eve curled her fingers around his, squeezing and shaking. “I don’t- I can’t talk about it.”

Bucky sighed. He hated this. Hated the distance, hated the tension, hated the way she looked so small right now despite acting so big and bold just moments before. Something was obviously eating her alive.

“Do you need space right now, or do you want to snuggle and talk about this?”

Her breath hitched at the question. She desperately wanted to snap at him, tell him to go away and leave her alone like she said before. But the way his voice softened when asking that question made her hesitate.

Bucky watched her carefully, letting her fingers squeeze his but not pushing her to answer. The shakes still racked her body, making her tense like a coiled spring ready to break.

Eve didn’t know what she needed. The panic, the shame, the overwhelming weight of everything sat heavy on her chest. It was so hard to breathe properly. She wanted to push them away to keep herself safe; yet at the same time, she really wanted to be held right now. All she wanted to do was crawl into Bucky’s arms and pretend she wasn’t breaking apart at the seams.

Because Bucky was Bucky. He was safe. He wasn’t one of them.

“I…” Eve swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”

Bucky nodded, not letting go of her cold hand. “That’s okay, doll,” he murmured. “You don’t gotta decide right now.”

Fingers twitched in his grasp. After a long pause, Eve took a shaking step forward.

Wordlessly, Bucky let go of her hand to readjust himself on her bed. Leaning against the headboard, he patted his thigh to invite her up. He let her make the choice, not forcing or pulling her forward.

Slow and cautious, she climbed onto his lap. The second her body curled into his, a shuddering breath escaped her lips. Bucky didn’t say a thing, just wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her in place. He let her head rest against his chest.

The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat… it anchored her.

A light kiss was placed on the top of her head and a hand ran slow, soothing circles into her side. Eve closed her eyes as her breathing finally settled into a slow and calm rhythm. A hand clutched the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

It took Eve a moment to find the words to explain the storm raging inside of her. She had to think of a way to come across as not as broken as she felt. But Bucky didn’t push. He just held her close.

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” Eve finally broke the silence, her eyes half-lidded and reaching a hand out to trace the vibranium plates of Bucky’s arm. The metal hand rested softly on her knee, and Eve traced patterns up and down the prosthetic.

“Take your time, darling,” Bucky said, watching her with a small smile. “You really like the arm, don’t you?”

“Yeah. It’s cool.” Bucky huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

There was another beat of comfortable silence before Eve started back up again.

“I just, I mean, I don’t know what you guys want from me,” she finally admitted, voice low as if shamefully telling a secret. “You give me so much comfort and safety and security but don’t tell me what you want in return.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed slightly, his grip on her tightening a fraction. “Eve, we don’t want anything from you.”

Letting out a quiet scoff, Eve shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“It does to us.”

Eve pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes scanning his face to find the catch or fine print she must have missed. “It’s just… People always want something in return. That’s how it works.”

Exhaling through his nose, Bucky tried to keep his expression soft but serious. “Not with us.” He reached up to brush a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “We love you, that’s it. No conditions, no expectations. You don’t have to earn it.”

… Love?

The word rang in her ears louder than it should have. It wasn’t the first time they said it, but something about hearing it now, soft, certain, without hesitation, made her stomach twist into knots. She didn’t know what to do with it.

Her fingers twitched against the fabric of his shirt as she settled back against his chest. Gripping tight, she braced herself for impact. “You love me.” It wasn’t a question, only a dazed repetition like she was trying to make sense of it.

Bucky nodded with no hesitation. “Yeah. We do.”

Blinking at him, Eve felt her pulse hammer in her ears. Love was something you earned. Something that came with conditions and expectations, something that could be taken away just as easily as it could be given. Yet here he was, saying it as if it were as simple as breathing.

“Why?” She asked, her mind blank.

A flicker of sadness crossed Bucky’s face. “Because you’re you.”

That didn’t feel like an answer. Or maybe it was and Eve just didn’t know how to accept it. She wanted to argue and tell him he was wrong. You don’t love something difficult and broken without a reason. But, she didn’t. She just continued to play with the metal plates of his arm, feeling something in her chest ache.

“I don’t know how to do that.” Eve wondered aloud.

“Do what?”

Eve swallowed hard. “Just… exist and be loved and be enough.”

Bucky’s heart ached at her quiet admission. He lifted his metal hand, holding Eve’s hand. “Well, you are enough.” He murmured. “You exist and you are loved.”

Throat tightening again, Eve nodded slowly as she tried to convince herself of his words. “Okay.”

He didn’t push her to say more; he just held her with a grounding and steady hold. This wasn’t something she’d learn to believe overnight, and probably wouldn’t for a long time, but that didn’t change the fact that it was true.

Eve was enough. Just as she was.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, Bucky whispered softly into the kiss. “We’ve got you, baby girl. Always.”

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 27: Sound off the Sirens

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, angst, Malcolm Beck 🤢

* Word count: 2,743ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all!

Author's note: Okay, one more before I actually follow my posting rule for a bit until I catch up some lol. From this chapter until like chapter 38, are my favorite bunch of chapters so far lol. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella went about her morning routine, well late afternoon routine, since she let herself sleep most of the day away. She was taking it easy. John had given her the day off, and she gave herself off from caring today. The last few weeks, hell few months, had been wild. She needed to reset. The horses would be just fine without her for one day.

She idly walked around the house, cleaning as she went, heading toward the laundry room with towels from the upstairs bathroom. Her cheek smarted off and on. She was irritated at the feeling. There was a lot of wishing that she had taken a different route of distraction. ‘Shoulda busted out a window.’ She giggled at herself.

Then there was the problem with Kayce. Well, it was her problem really. She felt so stupid. Of course he missed Monica. She was the love of his life. They had worked hard to build the relationship they had. Stella was just the outsider. She couldn’t believe she had the gall to think that Kayce would choose her over Monica. Of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t back before he met his wife, and he most definitely wouldn’t now.

Her eyes stung with unshed tears for herself. Clearing her throat she shook her head. Even though she clearly heard him admit they hadn’t reconciled anything, it still didn’t make her feel any better. She never thought she would be in the position of being the “other woman”. It was done and over with. Stella convinced herself that she had to push the feelings away and just go to work and do her thing and leave. She might even talk to John about moving to that new position sooner.

There was a knock on her front door that pulled her from her pity party. Her front door was out by the road, and in her kitchen. Anyone who would have come here knew she used the back door. Her eyebrows knitted together. It couldn’t be her brother considering they had crossed words the last time they spoke. It definitely wasn’t Kayce because Stella was absolutely convinced that Rip scared him off enough last night.

The only person, well maybe two people, from the ranch it could have been would be Lloyd coming to check on her, or Rip bringing her car to her. Anyone else would have just called. She dropped the arm load of towels unceremoniously in front of the washer with a huff.

Sweeping back the few locks of hair that had slipped from her hair bow, she traveled her way to the front door. A knock came again as she got closer. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” Stella repositioned her glasses and her face scrunched even further when she saw who was on her doorstep.

Both men were brought to attention when the doorknob turned and the door swung open. “What can I help you with, gentlemen?” Stella questioned. She leaned against the door frame and kept her foot against the back of the door. She left just enough space to talk to them without it being obvious she wanted to keep them out. There was something about them that Stella didn’t trust.

“Oh hi, sweetheart.” Stella cringed inward at the man with platinum blond hair that stood before her. He continued before she had a chance to respond. “We wanted to apologize for yesterday. Our man should have never put his hands on you.” He motioned to her bruised, angry cheek.

Stella shrugged. “Shit happens.” She felt like there was more to it.

“We also want to talk to you about this nice little plot of land you got here.”

Stella stood tall. Well, if her five foot seven could be considered tall. “The answer is no. I’m not selling, redeveloping, or any of that.” She adjusted her foothold on the door. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

The man scoffed at her gall. “Malcolm Beck. We met yesterday.” He inched a bit closer. “You’re just like that employer of yours. You know that?”

Her reply was flat. “I fail to see the similarity.” That was a lie. She saw it loud and clear in the immediate defense of her property. “I also fail to see the purpose a real estate developer and the head of the liquor license board has with a horse trainer. Let alone visiting said horse trainer at her personal property.”

“Well, you just so happen to work for a ranch that has become a thorn in many peoples’ sides.”

“Oh is that right?” Her question bordered on sarcastic.

Malcolm made a snarky face. “That would be correct, little lady. And it’s very apparent why you fit right in with your little friend’s father.”

Stella clicked her tongue in annoyance. “I don’t know where you got your information, Mr. Beck, but it’s incorrect.”

“Is it?” He scooted even closer. Stella noticed his foot at the bottom of her door. She braced herself against it. He carried on. “You mean to tell me that you’re not Stella Lee Daniels, born November 2, 1992? Just about two and a half years after your current, and only, best friend? Kayce John Dutton? Born April 24, 1990?” Stella swallowed thickly. “Sister to Ryan Stephen Daniels? Born October 11, 1988? Wrangler for the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch since he was 18 years old, and is now also lead livestock agent for one John Dutton?”

Stella pursed her lips at being read so clearly. “So what if I am? I have nothing to do with you. I’m just a glorified ranch hand, my guy.”

“You also followed in your brother’s footsteps, becoming employed by the ranch tycoon at age 18. You bought your 2018 Subaru Forester when you were 22, and this plot when you turned 24.”

“Okay and? I saved up a lot.”

“And you almost surely became a soft spot for everyone on that ranch after this many years.”

Stella shrugged. “Ehh, I would beg to differ on that.”

“You would be so wrong.” Malcolm stepped back and adjusted his hat. “I’ll be seeing you, real soon. Take care now.” He tipped the brim of his hat at her.

Stella remained tense as she watched them walk back to their car. She wanted to be completely sure they left her property. They hopped in and started to drive out to the road. Her eyes followed them for as far as she could see them and she continued looking in that direction for a few minutes after they were out of her sight.

She dropped back against the door frame and let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding. She whispered to herself. “Fuck.”

Stella took off in a sprint to find her cell phone. A call to Rip needed to be made. She needed to get back to the ranch.

Rip got out of the driver’s seat of Stella’s car when they got back to the ranch. He turned to look at her as she rounded the front of the car. “You get yourself home now. It’s your day off.”

“I will. I unfortunately gotta talk to my brother first.”

Rip sent a disciplinary look her way.

Stella’s hands flew up in submission. “No fighting. I promise. I don’t have the energy for that.”

“Okay.” Rip nodded. She blinked at his easy approval as he started to walk away. “But don’t let me hear about you being difficult. I gotta go help burn the field.” The threat from him was open ended.

She smirked. “Yeah yeah.” She wouldn’t have expected his response to be anything different. “Oh Rip?” He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Thank you.” She said softly. Stella could have sworn she saw a small smile on the gruff cowboy’s face before he nodded again and continued on his way.

Stella stared off into nothingness sitting at the picnic tables. The run in earlier with Malcolm Beck still fresh in her mind. The search for her brother had proved to be easier than she thought. She had found him with Kayce in the barn about 20 minutes prior. She needed to build up the courage to speak with both of them.

She could hear Kayce and Ryan coming out of the barn, talking amongst themselves about the dead cattle situation. She wasn’t thrilled having to talk to either of them, but it was now or never, and she wasn’t ready to hold her peace.

At first, everyone thought it was Dan Jenkins. He was the only person that was actively trying to get a piece of the Yellowstone’s acreage. It made sense that everyone immediately thought of him. Stella on the other hand was beginning to have second thoughts. She heard Ryan’s voice falter. He must have seen her zoned out. Or he was thinking of all the ways he was about to yell at her.

Ryan questioned gently. “Stellee? What’s wrong?” It normally wasn’t a good thing when Stella took to zoning out. With her being hit yesterday, he was worried something might have been off. She had her back to them and was straddling the picnic bench. He put aside his annoyance with her carelessness, and made his way over to face her as he sat down mirroring her position. He bent his head to try and catch her thousand yard stare. Stella raised her head and made eye contact with her brother. The look on her face had him nervous.

Kayce thought he would give the siblings a minute to themselves. He had heard about the argument they had yesterday after he left. They needed to hash things out. He also thought he should avoid Stella at all costs. He ducked his head and kept moving. Stella would find him later if she needed to. At least, that had been his plan.

She broke the nonverbal communication with her brother. Her head snapped in Kayce’s direction. “Kayce, I need you to be over here too.”

His boots slid on the gravel as he stopped short. He pivoted back to the sibling pair. “Oh? What for?”

“It has to do with those cattle and who we think did it.”

He sat on the opposite side of the table. “You have my attention.”

Stella turned to look at Kayce. “So the obvious answer at first was Jenkins. He wants Yellowstone land, and he’s greedy.”

“Yeah that’s a well known fact. Something tells me you don’t feel that way.” Ryan guessed.

She started to explain. “Other than the fact that he’s quite the city boy and he wouldn’t know a steer from a bull, even if we pointed it out to him, I just had the pleasure of Malcolm Beck —,” Kayce interrupted her when he sprung up from the table.

“What do you mean? Are they nosing around here again?”

Stella reached out to grab his hand to stop him. “No, no, no. They’re not here.” Instinctually, Kayce grabbed hers back. They made quick eye contact as they felt a buzz run through their arms. Stella swiftly released him. She ignored the feeling and looked back to her brother.

“I ran into Malcolm and his brother while I was out this morning.” She lied and pushed her glasses up and continued. “I asked what the head of the state liquor license board had to do with talking to a ranch worker, he said somethin’ about my property blah blah blah, but it’s what he said to me after that made me perk my ears up real quick.”

“Did he threaten you?” Ryan’s voice was dangerously grave. He and Kayce were ready to rock right then.

“Not exactly?” Stella didn’t want to have them go on a reckless warpath just because Malcolm had metaphorically whipped it out to compare size.

“What did he say, Stella?” Kayce questioned.

“He said, and I quote, “Well, you work for a farm that has begun to be a thorn in peoples’ sides.” So I asked him, “Is that right?” He confirmed and then he proceeded to tell me all about myself. My date of birth, the kind of car I drive, my brother’s full name, his profession, who my best friend is, every little detail. I was half surprised that he didn’t know the color of underwear I have on today.”

“Fuck that!” Ryan exclaimed while he jumped up from the table.

Stella wasn’t far behind him and Kayce was right behind her. “Ryan no!” She gripped his arm. He spun and looked at her. “I didn’t really react but I’m sure they could tell they had hit a nerve. I’m more than certain that they’re just trying to push buttons. Why did they choose me? I don’t know.”

“Well they made a stupid decision by doing so.” Kayce claimed.

She rolled her eyes as she faced both her best friend and brother. “Anyway… may I offer a suggestion?” The men nodded at her. “I would still go talk to Jenkins, but I’m starting to have a feeling it may have been someone else. I’ll talk to your dad and Rip about my run in if you guys promise to not go buck wild.” The doe eyes came out. “Please?”

Kayce pressed his lips together and observed Stella. She was nervous, but not scared. “Well we’ve already visited Jenkins. So we were one step ahead of you. I actually have to go talk to my dad.” He cast his gaze over top of her head and found that Ryan was already looking at him. His eyes almost pleaded with him to make sure she actually followed through. Ryan knew that if anyone could make her do it, it was Kayce.

Kayce decided. “We’ll take you up to the big house. We’ll tell Rip to meet us up there.”

“Deal.” Stella agreed.

Kayce pulled the truck up in front of his dad’s house. Stella was in the front seat, ready to hop out when he put the truck in park. Stella looked at the big house looming over their side. She chewed on her bottom lip thinking about all the possible ways this conversation could go.

Kayce watched as she contemplated the situation. “It’s just us and my dad, Stell. Everything’ll be fine.”

She sighed. “I know. I just…,” she left it open ended because she honestly didn’t know what to say. Let alone to Kayce at the moment.

Stella reached for the handle quickly and popped open the door. “Well, it’s now or never, right?” She stated with a long sigh. The sound of hooves gave the welcome distraction she was looking for. Rip and her brother made it to the house.

When she turned around, she gave a small smile to Ryan and Rip, and glanced at Kayce but averted her eyes quickly.

Ryan watched the interaction between them. Stella positioned herself toward the door to the house, almost like she wanted to be as far as physically possible away from Kayce. Ryan squinted his eyes in silent question, but thought it might be better to wait.

Stella looked at the house. “Shall we?”

The men fell into stride next to her as they made their way onto the steps.

“I thought I told you to get yourself home, Stella-belle.” Rip said to her.

“Well, the reason I had to talk to my brother should also be brought up to you and Mr. Dutton too. Then I’ll make my way home, since you want rid of me so bad.” She giggled.

“C’mon now. Don’t put words in my mouth.” They all climbed the last couple steps in silence.

Rip opened the front door for her and ushered her inside. The foursome walked through the living room to the back hallway that led to John’s office. He was catching himself up on some paperwork before he finished up for the day. John heard the boot steps coming in his direction and lifted his head. There was a look of confusion on his face at the sight of his head wrangler, foreman, lead livestock agent, and his horse trainer coming at him. John thought it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

“Why are all of you here?” He questioned.

Stella walked further into his office. She thought about how to tell him. It was a lot more intimidating than she thought it would be. “I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but Malcolm Beck visited my house this afternoon.”

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (5/29/2024)

Best day of the week? You bet your butt. A new WIP? No comment. 😬 (Tbh, this one might build into a universe, but for now it'll probably be a one-shot.)

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot

Working Title: Squeamish Stitches

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x OFC Jen 'Glitz' O'Dolan

Rating: M TW: Blood, Canon expected violence, squeamishness Snippet: Allusion to sex

Synopsis: When Gaz is injuried on a recon mission, it’s up to Jen 'Glitz’ O'Dolan to get him patched up. One catch: her last visit to med bay resulted in her fainting at the sight of blood. Squeamish or not, his life rests in her hands while Ghost secures the safehouse.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

With a clap on your shoulder, Gaz laces his fingers together to give you a boost in. You grip his shoulders, tucking your right boot into his hand. You give a little half-hop, getting your left foot under you.

The grease on his face, strategically painted to camouflage into the shadows, fails to hide the eager grin on his face. “You ready, Glitz?” 

You nod, trying to stop the fond eye roll before it happens. “On three.” 

“One, two, three -” You push off the ground and he lifts you up into the window. With your knees balanced on his shoulders, you’re able to get a good look into the warehouse office. 

“God, I’d die here a happy man,” he grumbles into your thigh as you adjust your balance. 

You snort, shifting your balance to stand fully upright on his shoulders. “What, in the middle of a recon mission?”

His hands wrap around your calves, grunting as the treads dig into his shoulders. “No, between your legs.”

You glance down at him from your perch, unhooking your torch from its holster. You open your mouth to answer - 

Ghost interrupts. “Keep it tactical, Sergeants.”

Gaz chuckles quietly, shifting under your weight. You shake your head, leaning against the window frame fully and sweeping the beam into the shadowed room. “Stop getting us in trouble, Garrick.”

“Stop being trouble then, O’Dolan.”

[pbaz7]

Hi pretty girl💋, here’s the live reaction!!!! How are you?! Tell me about your day please I wanna knowwww. I hope you’re doing well my love. I’m back and here to stay I promise. This was sooooo goood you never disappoint. I do have a request 🤫 but that’s for the end of the live reaction so you gotta wait a little!!! Anyways here it isssss!!

It's fine, she told herself again and again all day. She was now tugging at the hem of her warm-up shirt as she stood in the tunnel before tip-off. Azzi had sent her a long, sweet text a few hours ago, promising to watch the game no matter what. Paige could practically hear Azzi's voice in the words, telling her she'd be amazing, that she'd be right there with her in spirit.

Still, it wasn't the same.

Yea ofc Paige always needing Azzi around!!! Azzi come back me and Paige need you 😀

Paige swore her mouth went dry.

Azzi was sitting courtside, waving to the camera like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her hair was in goddess braids-her go-to summer look-but it wasn't just the hair that caught Paige off guard. It was the entire outfit.

ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😆 (please tell me you get the reference😂😂)

Cowboy hat. Cowboy boots. A very short jean skirt. And Paige's #5 Dallas Wings jersey.

Azzi was chewing her gum lazily, her glossed lips moving slightly in the process. She turned her head toward the court, her gaze locking on Paige like she had been waiting for this exact moment.A slow, smirk tugged at her lips before she sent Paige a quick wink.

I need a recreation of this in real life Azzi fudd…. Please like pretty please. OMGGG SHES GONNA LOOK SO FINE 😏😏

She didn't have time to get caught up in whatever game Azzi was playing. Paige and Arike were playing off of each other perfectly. Their ball movement was seamless, as if they had played together for years and the defense was scrambling to keep up.

Omg she’s such a liar… Paige your delusional girl 🤩

Azzi must have noticed because she glanced up at Paige through her lashes, her lips curving just slightly before she took another sip of her drink, covering her smirk behind the straw so the camera couldn't see.

Omg stop it rn…. You know what you’re doing!!!

When she finally pulled back, she let her eyes sweep over Azzi, her gaze dragging over the cowboy hat, the denim skirt, and-most importantly-her jersey over Azzi's frame.

"You look good," Paige mumbled, voice just low enough for only Azzi to hear.

Okay Paige… you can stop eye fucking my wife now. ughhhh azzzziiii a skirt?!!!!😛😛

Azzi's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes flickering with something.

"I know."

Ayeeee ik that cookie good 😌 that’s right Azzi you KNOW YOU ARE FINE SHYTTTTT!!!

And she definitely wasn't imagining the way Paige's fingers brushed the back of her thigh before she pulled her hand away.

Yea okay… ik what you guys are 🙃🙂

Azzi smiled first-it was small, soft, just for Paige-and Paige couldn't help but mirror it, her grip tightening slightly on Azzi's waist.

Click.

Awwwwwww that’s so cuteee. Again I need a recreation irl 😚

Paige just smiled, shutting the door before settling her hands on Azzi's waist. Her gaze dragged over Azzi"s face, then down to her outfit-the denim skirt showing off just enough to make Paige's pulse stutter.

"You look so good, baby," Paige mumbled.

Alexa play obsessed by Mariah Carey 🤨

Paige's tongue slid into Azzi's mouth, her grip tightening as her hands moved under Azzi's skirt, squeezing her ass.

OOOO YOU NAUGHTY NAUGHTY PUT IT DOWN PAIGE 🤭

Azzi smiled, tilting Paige's chin up slightly so their eyes met. "I miss you too, baby, but we're in public. And still in your place of work."

Yeaaaa sit your horny ass down Paige 😒

Paige's head snapped toward her so fast she nearly forgot she was driving. "Six A.M.?"

Azzi hummed in confirmation, barely reacting.

"Baby, that's crazy," Paige said, shaking her head, still processing.

Omg okay we get it. You guys are gay!

Paige grinned, reaching over and squeezing Azzi's thigh. "That's my girl."

She’s mine 🤗 move around and find the next one cuz she’s mine Paige!

"I want you to keep it on later," she said, giving no context.

WAIT. What is it finna play?!! WHOAAAAAAA 🫠

Azzi turned her head slowly, raising a brow. She didn't need to ask what Paige meant-she knew.

"Who said you're getting anything later?"

Azzi… let’s not be delusional! She’s definitely hitting back shots on that 🤗

"Nah," she mumbled, eyes trailing down Azzi's legs before flicking back up. "You're not leaving my sight tonight."

I need more of possessive p!!!!

Sevgi held her gaze, her lips forming into a smile.

"You're beautiful, Azzi."

You ugly mf I’m telling Paige.

"You're a little close there, Gi, no?" Paige's voice was light, but there was a slight edge beneath it that Azzi caught.

YEA PAIGE GET ON THATTTTT 😛😛

Paige's jaw tightened at that comment. "Look, Gi," she said, her voice calm, "I really don't know you that well yet, so I don't know if you're trying to be disrespectful or not, but I really hope that's not the case."

Maneeee watch outttt🤨. You pushin the limits sevghatti or whatever your name is!

"I leave you alone for two seconds," Paige muttered, shaking her head.

Now why would you do that in the first place Paige?!!!

Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering over Paige's face as she tugged at the jersey she was wearing. "Go home," she murmured. "Maybe show you how much I miss you... wear this for you like you want me to."

Omgggg 🙄 pleaseee stop yall need to give the bed a rest. (Keep going)

"When'd you get that?" Azzi asked, nodding toward the large mirror now positioned perfectly in the room.

Omggggg pleaseeeee. Yall are nasty 😂😂

Paige pushed off the dresser, stepping closer until she was right in front of Azzi, tilting her chin up.

"That's why I got it."

Omgggg Paige EHOUGH!!

Azzi's lips finally formed a smile at that, looking at her. "I wanna go back to the car."

Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "We have a whole house, baby. Why you wanna go to the car?"

Yea Azzi…. Care to share with the class?!! Why do you wanna go back to the car huh 🤨

Azzi shrugged, but there was a glint in her eyes.

"Because we haven't fucked in your new car yet." She let that sink in before adding casually, "And it's bigger than your Jeep."

WHORE!!

Azzi pulled back slightly, tilting her head. Then she smirked. "You don't want me?"

Azzi… your corrupting her 🙂

Azzi smiled. "Please what, Paige?"

AHHHHHHHSHSHDIFNDJDJEME

Paige exhaled a soft chuckle, tilting her head back slightly against the seat. "You look good."

Azzi hummed at that, feigning nonchalance, but the way her lips curled told a different story. "Yeah?"

Just fuck already 🫣cuz wym YEAH?!!!

Neither wanted to give in, their bodies moving in sync as they played their little game-one teasing, the other taunting, both determined to win. Little sounds slipped from their lips, unintentional reactions to the tension between them, to the way their control over the situation teetered with every movement.

Oh guys!!

Paige nipped at Azzi's bottom lip, pulling away just enough to murmur, "You look so fucking good in this, baby." Her voice was thick, her eyes heavy as she tugged at the jersey again.

Azzi smirked against her lips, tilting her head slightly. "Yeah? You like it?" she teased, running her hands down Paige's back before gripping her waist, and flipping their positions back.

OFC SHE LIKES IT AZZI!!! Omg I need more of this!!!! 🤭

Pressing soft, lingering kisses along Paige's neck, Azzi hummed against her skin. "Why do you keep moving your hands, baby?" she whispered, her voice low, teasing.

Little birdie told me she can’t take it 🤫

Paige groaned into the kiss, overwhelmed by how good Azzi felt against her, by the way Azzi clung to her like she never wanted to let go. She held her close, letting her ride it out despite the tension rapidly growing in her stomach again as she pressed soothing kisses against her jaw as Azzi's breathing came in soft, uneven pants.

Gay. You’re gay like omg this is literally yall 🌈

Azzi hummed, pushing the car door open as she stepped out, stretching her arms lazily as if she wasn't still feeling everything that just happened.

As Paige moved to follow, Azzi turned back, biting her lip before murmuring, "I'll be by the mirror baby."

AZZI FUDD. NAUGHTY GIRL!!!

Paige smirked, licking her lips as she shut the door behind her. "I'm about to fuck her up," she muttered to herself, rolling her shoulders back in confidence.

PAIGE BUECKERS!! ENOUGH😳

Okayyyyyy that’s all I haveeeee. I was so excited when this came out!!! It was so freakin good omggg. I do have a request. Call me a whore 🙄 whatever!!! I need a mirror se* scene. IDC IDC IDC I NEED IT 🫠 okay maybe I’m ashamed a little 🙊 but it’s just too gooddddddd!!! Just think about it 😛 anyways I hope you are doing well pretty girl and I can’t wait for the next series or one shot you write. You truly are a rare jewel my love. You will hear from me soon 💋

-❄️

ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE (please tell me you get the reference)

loll yes i get the reference 😭😭

I need a recreation of this in real life Azzi fudd.... Please like pretty please. OMGGG SHES GONNA LOOK SO FINE

people would hate the person i became if Azzi ever wore something like that

She's mine move around and find the next one cuz she's mine Paige!

#mykindadelusion

Azzi... let's not be delusional! She's definitely hitting back shots on that

WOAHHH

i won’t outwardly call you a whore because you’re sweet buttt…🤨

also i actually had a pretty decent day thank you for asking sweet girl. how was your day??

[joonslfttiddie]

🧵Woven by Moonlight, Stitched by Sunshine🧵

🪡Pairing: Yoongi x OFC (Park Yujin)

🪡 AU: Fantasy (very mild smut, angst)

🪡 Rating: M

🪡Trope: Strangers to Lovers/Fated Lovers 

🪡 Wordcount: 7, 574

#BangtanWHQ

Story written for Jasz - @downbad4yoongi as part of the BangtanWHQ Exchange Event “Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats”

Park Yujin

Since she was a baby, Yujin was always drawn to the night sky, often cooing and reaching out to the moon. As a child, she loved to spin and twirl in the moonlight, the evening breeze sweeping under her shin-length cotton dresses, sending them to dance along with her on the wind.

“Yujin. Come inside, dear. The sun has long since retired, and you’ve yet to have your supper,” her mother often called out to her, not allowing her to stay out too late and watching her like a hawk. Her mother believed that the hoodlums of the moonlight realm would emerge from the shadows on the earth with only torment and ill intent in mind.

One of the most modern myths that spread throughout the kingdom was that the barren Moon Kingdom actually resided underground, beneath the sunlit realm, instead of across the outlawed old, deteriorating bridge nearby. They believed it made sense for the Moon Kingdom to be below, as even their moon literally fed off their sun; their brighter kingdom, obviously, being superior.

“Yes, mother. Coming!” Yujin replied.

Her mother never stifled her free-spirited child, allowing her to express herself as she saw fit. However, she was concerned that her child, born to the Sunlit Realm, showed such a strange interest in the moon. While the other children made their way inside as soon as the sun began to sink in the sky, Yujin could be found sitting or lying in the grass, watching the night sky. By acting this way, others considered her odd, but her beauty was undeniable. Often compared to their revered sun, her golden skin shone the brightest among anyone else; almost abnormally so. Since she had come of age, the gentlemen of the surrounding villages had no qualms about making their interest in her known.

“Yujin, would you like to accompany me for a picnic under the large willow tree? The sun will be highest in the sky at noon. I would be most delighted to witness the new dance routine you’ve been perfecting.”

“Such beauty as yours is seldom seen. I’ve yet to behold anyone more fair.”

“Your beauty and bronze complexion could induce me to forgive your unusual behavior.”

These comments meant nothing to her, even when the elders in the villages spoke of the lack of soulmates and encouraged her to entertain those foolish men. Something deep down inside urged Yujin to wait, knowing that her soulmate was out there. She would know it and believed that she would feel it instantly when she finally met them. Until then, she would continue to perfect her craft: dancing. Aside from her beauty, she was also renowned in the area for her gift. Everyone praised her gracefulness and fluid movements that seemed to flow like the sun’s rays. But Yujin always felt like something was missing and continued striving for what her mother called “fantastical ambitions.”

“Perfection, my love, is merely an illusion. But your skill, as it is, is unmatched. Your talent lacks nothing, dear. You are truly marvelous, but I fear that your pursuit is unattainable.”

Yujin knew that her mother’s words were meant to be encouraging, but they were far from that. They felt more like backhanded compliments, as if to say “lower your expectations” or that this was as good as it gets. After one of their many talks, Yujin would sneak out, aware of how her parents would react if they knew where she was going. She always found herself wandering to her favorite spot in the kingdom, near the river. She could always find peace there and would either dance or simply gaze up at the night sky in the field next to the old bridge.

On one of those fateful nights, Yujin spun and twirled right next to the rickety bridge, the closest she had ever gotten to the forbidden place—just out of arm's reach while avoiding the gravel path. Mid-twirl, her barefoot met with something sharp, causing her to drop to the ground to find what had scraped against her skin.

“Ow!” Yujin landed on the plush grass of the meadow. She pulled her foot closer in an attempt to see under the moonlight, her eyes not fully accustomed to the dim lighting. “Troublesome Devil’s thorn,” she scoffed as she pulled the burr from her heel and rubbed her finger along her skin.

Before she attempted to stand back on her feet, she squinted her eyes, noticing something sparkling under the moonlight. Carefully, she reached out to pinch the object, unsure of what it could be but praying that it wasn't a worm or some other pest. Yujin picked it up and held it closer to her face to identify exactly what it was.

“Thread? Why is this here? And how does it glow in such a peculiar way?” She was fascinated by the strand, unable to keep her eyes off it, noticing that it resembled the birthmark on the inside of her left wrist. She walked back home while observing it, pulling at it and holding it between her palms to peek into the darkness she created, where it still shone.

Min Yoongi

For as long as he could remember, Yoongi had dreamt of delicate sun rays whirling around him. They would spin and twirl, their movements elegant and precise. In his dream, an intricate tapestry hung high behind him, displaying the features of a woman. He had had this dream dozens of times but had never been able to see her clearly, with blurry parts and fragmented pieces preventing a clear view. When he woke, he longed for her warmth; his dream slowly became a nightmare over the years. The golden presence reminded him of a tale told to him by his grandmother when he was a child.

“Once upon a time, our realms dwelt in harmony, with our folk often finding their kindred spirits among the folk of the other kingdom. Some moon weavers could predict a person’s soulmate, interlocking that person’s distinct features within the fabric. That is until those on the other side of the bridge grew full of pride and began to believe themselves superior to us,” she would tell him, “cursing the connection between the realms.” He noticed that his grandmother had lost a lot of her vigor, and her health seemed to be declining quickly, but he attributed it to her old age. “It is my advice that you steer clear of that bridge. Their hostility toward us is a mystery to me, and I cannot predict their actions should they encounter a citizen of our realm.”

While the people of each realm had their differences, clear indicators that a person was from the Moonlight Kingdom included their pale skin and the heavy coverings they wore to protect themselves from the sun when out during the day, which was rare.

Yoongi took heed of her words and resisted the pull he felt to the forbidden place, but he could still feel the heat on his skin and see the rays haunting him as he worked. With the skills she had passed down to him, Yoongi had made a name for himself as the best weaver in Moonlight, able to capture visions of dreams, passions, and emotions within his pieces, yet they often felt incomplete to him. He remembered looking at his grandmother's tapestries, amazed at the details and even the people she was able to capture like a snapshot. Though he had not reached that level of expertise, unable to capture the features of a person, people still traveled far and wide to commission a tapestry from Min Yoongi, and none were ever sent away underwhelmed by his talents. He was praised and adored by many, with many maidens wanting to claim him as their own, alongside his celebrated status.

“Your craftsmanship is truly remarkable. This is the most beautiful tapestry I have ever laid eyes upon,” people from the surrounding villages would praise.

“A gentleman of your standing must surely be seeking a suitable match,” others would probe in hopes of marrying off their daughters.

While he was grateful that the people were pleased with his weavings, the offerings of a bride did not excite him. Rather, he enjoyed the idea of finding his soulmate as his grandmother had exclaimed about from days long gone. Maybe his bride would be of the Moonlight instead of the Sunlit as it could have been in the past, but he decided to lean on the idea that he would know it and believed that he would feel it instantly when he finally met her.

One night, the moon was nearly full and he felt the pull to the bridge like the moon pulls the waves of the sea. The attraction seemed to tug on the very fabric of his being, causing Yoongi to disregard his grandmother’s warning and venture beyond his comfort zone.

“I shouldn’t be this close. I should go back,” his mind attempted to communicate to his heart, but it was unsuccessful as he walked closer. His heart raced when he began to hear the burbling of the small river, indicating that the bridge was near. “Go back, you fool!”

Despite his own scolding, his feet led him to the bridge, the river’s white noise drowning out any other sounds along with that anxious feeling that threatened to overtake him. He had no intention of crossing the bridge, as getting within arm’s reach of it seemed challenging enough. It looked as if it were meant for horses and carriages to move across it at one point, but they hadn’t for some time. Stepping foot on it could likely send him tumbling into the river.

Instead, he sat on the gravel path next to the river and allowed the sound of the water, babbling along, to soothe him. Surprisingly, the sound seemed to alleviate that ache within his chest that he had become accustomed to; it felt foreign—he felt incomplete without his pain. However, he allowed his mind to wander about how things would be if the kingdoms could reconcile. This reminded him of how he had foolishly told his grandmother, nearly 20 years ago, that he would be the one to fix all of this mess.

“Well, can no one converse with them to mend the situation?”

“If life were but so simple,” his grandmother had answered. “I have seen that the only solution to our trouble would be the creation of a unique tapestry crafted from the wool and threads of both kingdoms. What do you make of that, Yoongi?”

A young and naive Yoongi had replied, “I could do it for you, Grandma Mirae. I shall put your teachings to good use.”

“Oh, dear. Great things shall you accomplish,” she had stated.

Just then, movement from his right side, across the bridge, pulled him from his thoughts. That’s when he noticed her: a girl dancing beautifully under the moonlight with such grace that he was captivated. She moved in a way that seemed intimate, like he shouldn’t be watching, but he was unable to pull his eyes off her. Naturally accustomed to the dimness of night, he was able to take in all of her features—her beautiful golden skin, the plumpness of her lips, the roundness of her breasts, and the fullness of her hips made him bite his own lip. Yoongi had not witnessed such beauty even once in the Moonlight Kingdom.

“She must be of Sunlit, but what is she doing here and up this late?” Yoongi pondered, mesmerized. In Moonlight, the citizens lived their lives under the guidance of the moon and slept when the sun illuminated the lands. It was the opposite for Sunlit, as they bustled around under the sun’s heat and slept as the moon hung high. The circadian rhythms of the citizens of the Moonlight Kingdom made them nocturnal, but to his understanding, the people of Sunlit rested during these hours, so why was she here?

He couldn't help it as his eyes danced across her figure while her body twirled and swayed, the cloth of her loose dress crawling up her thighs each time she lifted her arms. Her movements flowed effortlessly with such beauty that dared to compete with her face. “Good heavens! The Lord did indeed take his time when crafting her.”

When she fell, Yoongi, out of reflex, reached his arms out as if to catch her, though he was yards away. He watched her as she sat in the grass, nursing her wound, and hoped that she was okay. Resisting the urge to call out to her, afraid of how she might respond, he watched as she gathered herself and began to skip away, unharmed, on her way home, he assumed. There was something about this mystery woman that felt familiar.

Park Yujin

Yujin made it home and managed to sneak back in undetected. She tossed and turned for the remainder of the night but eventually managed to sleep a little. When she woke up, she immediately found the string and began to toy with it, gliding it between her fingertips and carefully pulling it taut. It didn’t seem to glimmer as it had before, now that it was in the sunlight. Instead, it looked like any other piece of string from a regular tapestry seen throughout the kingdom. She wound and coiled the thread along her wrist to match perfectly with her birthmark. Sitting in her room, she continued to observe the thread and recounted the dream she’d had just before waking. In her dream, she had come across a man sitting under the glow of the moon.

She couldn’t make out the man’s features, but his hands—possibly from working so hard—had green veins on the backs that protruded from his incredibly fair skin. She could tell he used them to make a living; they looked worn, blistered, and rough, yet his long, nimble fingers held such passion and talent. Though she was a lady, she couldn’t help but wonder how his hands would feel on her skin.

From what she could tell, he was weaving a small, colorful piece outside a modest home, and parts of the fabric seemed to glow like the thread she had seen before. Unfortunately, she could only make out a portion of the piece, as if zoomed in on its center. Driven by curiosity, she decided to visit a local weaver to get some answers.

“This silken thread, though lustrous, does not glow as you described. It is of the finest quality, unlike any I have seen within our realm," the aged woman remarked, eyeing Yujin with suspicion. "Pray tell, where did you acquire this treasure?”

“Have you ever seen a tapestry crafted with this material, depicting a man playing the gittern?”

“Not fashioned from such a rare thread. Where did you come by it?”

This had to be something from the Moonlight Kingdom.

“I am grateful for your kindness,” Yujin thanked the woman, taking her thread and buying a spool while avoiding her questions. She needed thread from the Sunlit Kingdom to compare when she eventually made it to the Moonlight Kingdom to ask someone there. She headed back home, resolved to find out tonight.

Min Yoongi

The woman remained on his mind throughout the night, and he prayed she’d made it home safely. He sat outside, letting the cool breeze dance across his skin while he worked on a smaller piece. His hands were manly and rough, yet his fingers were elegant and slender, skillfully maneuvering the colorful bobbins around the loom and adjusting the heddles to loosen the threads when needed. Though he was focused on his newest work, he couldn’t seem to get the mystery girl out of his mind. The rhythmic clicking of the wooden bobbins lulled him as he drifted into a trance, staring at the colorful threads at the center of the piece, where the belly of a gittern lay.

Deeper he fell into a void, blinding at first, until his eyes adjusted. There she was. The woman danced, much like she had by the river earlier, moving like a loose thread on the wind: free, light, and beautiful. The vision blended with the recurring dream he’d had for as long as he could remember. The sun’s rays that usually looped around him in his dreams began to move in unison with the woman, until they merged and became one. Now glowing with sunlight, she danced and twirled around him, her fingertips tracing his jawline, shoulder, and neck, leaving behind a line of heat on his skin.

It’s her! The woman from the river!

Just as he realized the light that had haunted him for decades was indeed her, he was snapped out of his vision by a passerby asking about his work. He answered quickly, trying not to appear rude but hoping to hurry the man along. Yoongi decided he would return to the river as soon as the sun set. For now, as dawn broke, he would try to get some rest.

Yoongi and Yujin

The day dragged along, with Yujin anxiously awaiting the moment she could return to the bridge. Yoongi finally fell asleep, but his slumber was restless, anticipation of seeing the woman again making him stir throughout the day.

Just as the sun began to dip below the skyline, Yujin prepared for her journey. Yoongi awoke, knowing he couldn’t focus on work until he saw her.

“Yujin, what are you doing in bed so soon? Have you fallen ill? Do you not wish to gaze upon the heavens tonight?” her father asked as he entered her room, noticing her absence outside.

“Good evening, Father,” Yujin replied. “I pray I’m not falling ill, but my body feels weary. I think it would be wise to retire early this evening.”

Her mother joined her father in the doorway, concern painting her face.

“You hardly touched your food at dinner. Shall I fetch you some tea? Perhaps I should stay with you rather than going to bed myself,” her mother offered, making Yujin’s eyes grow wide. That, absolutely, could not happen.

“NO!” Yujin’s tone surprised everyone, including herself. “Forgive me! But that is not necessary. I’m certain a good night’s rest will restore me. Thank you, Mother,” she corrected, forcing a smile.

Her parents, comforted by her words, left to retire for the night.

A few hours later, when Yujin heard her father’s deep snoring, she grabbed her small satchel and slipped quietly out her window. The cool night air dampened the grass beneath her feet as she made her way across the meadow toward the bridge.

Yoongi sat by the river, his eyes fixed on the plain. Occasionally, he would toss a rock across the river’s surface, patiently waiting. When his legs grew stiff, he stood and paced near the bridge, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound beside the soft current of the river.

Looking up, he saw the moon magnified in size, so close he swore he could touch it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure moving toward the bridge. Without looking directly, he knew it was her. Somehow, he could just feel it. He turned and began walking to the bridge, oblivious to the bridge’s frail condition, his focus on her alone.

Yujin felt the night’s chill more than she expected, her thin dress brushing against her hardened nipples as she shivered. But as she noticed the moon, she gasped. It seemed fuller and closer than ever, as if she could reach out and pluck a piece to keep forever. In its glow, she saw a dark figure approaching. Was it coming toward her?

Fully understanding this figure could be a creature of the Moonlight Kingdom, Yujin felt compelled to stay. She welcomed the presence, stepping forward to meet him on the bridge. The old, brittle wood creaked underfoot.

“Stop! Await me,” his voice commanded, sending a shiver through her body. What was this feeling? She was sure she wasn’t afraid, but the flutter in her stomach and the quickening of her heart left her unsure.

The man carefully crossed the weathered bridge. As he neared, his almond-shaped eyes glimmered under the moon, much like her shimmering thread, and the gentleness in them took her breath.

“My lady, please be assured that I come in peace. It’s not my intent to cause harm. Indeed, it is an honor to meet you. I am Min Yoongi, of Moonlight,” he said, unable to look away. Her skin glowed a warm golden brown, the night’s coolness bringing a rosy hue to her cheeks. Her simple braids draped over her shoulders, the tips pointing to her heaving chest. Yoongi had to avert his eyes, catching himself from staring.

“Mr. Min, I sense you mean no harm, and I am also here in peace. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I’m Park Yujin, of Sunlit. You’re not like the tales I’ve heard. I have many questions for you.”

“I feel the same, Miss Park. Shall we sit and talk?” Yoongi pointed to a flattened spot where she’d danced the previous night, laying his jacket on the grass for her. “I must confess I saw you last night. I wished to call out, but I feared I might startle you. Moreover, I was taught to avoid those who dwell in the sunlight, lest they treat me with hostility.”

“Last night?” Yujin blushed, remembering her tumble.

“Your dance was enchanting, and it lingered in my dreams all night. No need to be embarrassed. I was worried about you. Is your foot alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I pricked my heel, but it was nothing. I should’ve known better than to dance barefoot.”

Relieved, Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” After a pause, Yujin continued.

“I thank you for your concern.” After a comfortable pause, Yujin continues. “Oh! Have you ever witnessed such a thing in your realm?” She pulls the shimmering thread from her sachet and presents it to Yoongi, then takes out the normal thread she’d purchased today to compare. “Isn’t it marvelous?”

“Yes. Golden silk thread. I work with it often. Is this not customary in your kingdom?”

“No. I discovered it here last night. You said that you work with it often? Are you a seamster or weaver of sorts?”

“Indeed, I am a weaver. I craft commissioned tapestries of all sizes. I have been practicing this art for the majority of my life, thanks to my grandmother. She instructed me when I was but a child.” He continued to feel the thread between his fingers and began to speak the words that came to heart. “There is something strange about this thread. It is no ordinary golden silk.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It feels like… it is a fragment of antiquity, a thread in the tapestry of existence, binding souls as well as fibers.”

Yujin’s eyes widened. “You can feel it too? I thought it but a figment of my imagination. Last night, I felt something calling me, and I followed it. Last night, I felt a strange pull, a beckoning, and I followed it. I found this thread, as if it awaited my discovery, and then…” She stopped, the memory of her mysterious dream flooding her mind.

“Please, continue,” Yoongi urged, but Yujin deflected.

“Never mind. So, you acquired all of your knowledge from your grandmother. That’s remarkable. Do you still work with your her?”

“No, it’s just me now. My grandmother fell ill some years back,” Yoongi’s face shows concern for her but there’s something else there. He’d not seen his grandmother in ages, the last being when she was shipped away by carriage. Since, his parents have been secretive when it came to her whereabouts, only letting him know that she was fine. “I presume that you are a dancer? Your talent is undeniable,” he changes the subject but is extremely curious about Yujin.

“I thank you. Yes, I dance with one of the most renowned companies in Sunlit. It has been a dream of mine, since my youth, to dance professionally.”

“It is plain to see that your passion and skill have yielded great rewards.” 

“You are too kind.” 

“I am merely stating the truth.” 

The pair drank each other in, their eyes shifting to observe every inch of each other.

“Take me to your dwelling?” Yujin suddenly broke the silence and Yoongi was taken aback by her request before she continued. “I yearn to behold Moonlight and your tapestries. My curiosity gnaws at me, for I have always been drawn to the moon and your kingdom.”

“I would be honored to show you my world but the bridge is in disrepair, and I fear for your safety. Moreover, would you not be in peril should word reach those of Sunlit realm that you have ventured outside of its confines?” 

“Are you always so tense? Loosen yourself, Mr. Min,” Yujin said carelessly which only inflamed his desire further. 

“Loosen myself? Shall I?” Yoongi speaks with a playful chuckle before his tone turns more serious and he says, “Do you believe yourself capable of handling such a version of me?” His words crept inside of her, attaching themselves to the frayed edges of her soul. Her knickers dampened at such a simple phrase and the tingling in her belly intensified, giving her the courage to return his flirty banter.

“It would be wise to ponder whether you are capable of handling me, Sir,” she retorted, which made Yoongi raise an eyebrow. “There is but one way to discover the truth. Don’t you agree?” 

“Indeed,” he responds, pleasantly surprised by her quick wit. This woman is truly one of a kind, unlike anyone he has ever encountered. “Shall we?”

The pair strolled together under the moonlight, sharing tales of their worlds, their hearts racing at the growing connection between them. For now, the bridge remained fairly firm beneath them, and the delicate thread they passed between them, glowed softly, linking their worlds in ways neither could yet imagine.

Grandma Mirae

Yoongi’s grandmother had seen better days, but she knew that everything would be fine very soon. She had foreseen and prophesied the future for her kingdom and that of Sunlit. True to her namesake, Mirae—which means "future"—she had seen that her grandson would be the one to restore order. She’d also seen that if she kept in regular contact with Yoongi, he would not be as motivated to complete this task. Thus, she had been living away from home in a hidden temple along the coastline. Her powers had grown weaker by the day due to the rift between Moonlight and Sunlit. The old saying, "If you don’t use it, you lose it," had proven true for her.

Once, Mirae had been able to create intricate tapestries with specific details that led patrons to their destined soulmates. But as the tensions grew between the two realms, the bridge began to deteriorate—and so did her power. Without the ability to use her full power, it had slowly dwindled until she could use it no more.

She had always planned to teach Yoongi everything she knew, though she hadn’t anticipated it would be under these circumstances. While she could see the future, she knew it could still change due to free will. Recently, however, she had seen that Yoongi had met his soulmate, bound to him by the threads of fate, and that she was something truly special. Together, they would mend the divide: Yoongi with his skill, and his soulmate with her gift—as long as events stayed on their current course.

Yoongi and Yujin

"Welcome to my humble abode,” Yoongi said as they approached his home.

“You reside here?” Yujin's face displayed shock and confusion.

“Yes. Is something amiss?”

Yujin was uncertain how to tell Yoongi that she’d seen his house before, though she’d never set foot inside Moonlight. She was sure she had seen it, and she was almost certain she’d seen him in her dream the previous night.

“Yes, something is amiss. I must depart,” Yujin replied, turning to walk away, only to be caught by Yoongi. He grabbed her elbow, and she did not protest.

“Do not go. Tell me what troubles you.”

“I cannot. You will think me a madwoman.”

“Grant me a chance. Come, let us talk inside,” he urged gently, pulling her arm.

Once inside, Yujin began to speak immediately while perusing some of his work. “Do you believe in magic?” She paused to look over the fabrics, awaiting his answer.

“I do. Why do you ask?”

“You saw me by the river last night, but I did not see you. Is that not so?”

“Yes, that is so,” he replied sparingly, eager to hear what she had to say.

“I did not see you by the river, but I believe I saw you…in my dream last night,” she said, turning to study his eyes for any hint of disbelief. Instead, his eyes grew wide, and he urged her to continue. “I could not discern your features, but I saw this house. The person—who I believe might have been you—was seated outside, crafting a small piece. I could even describe part of it.”

“Miss Park, I was indeed seated outside, working on one of my smaller pieces last night.”

“Cease your jesting.”

“I jest not. This is most intriguing. Describe the piece, and I shall reveal my work to you.”

“The work was still unfinished, lacking its upper right quadrant, and I could only discern its central part.”

“Were you viewing it from the front or the back of the loom?”

“The back. The person was sitting behind it, working with the bobbins from the back.”

“Miss Park, please, tell me what lay at the heart of the tapestry.”

“In the middle of the tapestry, I saw a man’s hand strumming the strings of a gittern.” Yoongi stepped back, as if knocked off-kilter, then wavered slightly as he moved toward a bedroom door. He went inside and returned with a small tapestry. He turned it so that Yujin could observe it. There was indeed a gittern in the center of the piece; however, there was no hand. “I was mistaken. There is no hand to be found.”

“Indeed, you are correct. I had envisioned a hand playing the instrument, which would have perfected the piece. Alas, I have been unable to render human form in my work, despite numerous attempts.”

“Truly?”

“In truth,” Yoongi admitted.

“Take this.” She retrieved the Sunlit thread from her pouch and offered it to Yoongi. He placed the loom on a nearby table before walking over to accept the spool from her hand. “Try again. Take this as a gift from me—a token of my faith in your talent.”

“You have such faith in me. Why so? I’m not skilled enough to succeed.”

Yujin took the spool of thread back, placed it beside one of Yoongi’s finished pieces already on display, and asked, “May I see your hands?”

He held his hands outstretched, palms up. She gently turned them over, her fingertips barely brushing his skin. Examining the backs of his hands, Yujin noted their rough, sturdy appearance. His pale skin was traced with green veins peeking beneath the surface, and his slender fingers appeared refined. “It is true. All of this is real. Those were your hands I saw in my dream and in the tapestry. Try again, Mr. Min” she repeated eagerly. “The hand you seek to include in your work is your own. Surely, you can find a suitable model for reference,” she said, smiling, her warmth reaching into Yoongi’s heart as her fingers warmed his skin.

Yoongi was listening, taking in everything that she said, hanging onto her every word even. However the feeling of her slight touch was slowly consuming him, pulling at the very fibers of his composure.

“Miss Park, forgive me straying from the subject but, I beg that you release me. Your touch moves me so that I know not what will happen if you don’t,” Yoongi pleads, lacking the desire to take his hands away on his own.

Yujin felt the chill from his skin course through her and couldn’t tell if she shivered because of the cold or because of his words. She stood there, holding the very hands she had fantasized about that morning, wondering how they might feel tracing the lines of her frame. The thrill of being here with him, her desire, and his touch all urged her to surrender, her every thought filled with the anticipation of what might come next.

“And why not, Mr. Min? Should we not discover what comes to pass?”

Yujin’s teasing pushed him over the edge, his hands finding their way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His lips crashed against hers, the feeling akin to having water after days of thirst. She needed him and he needed her just as badly. They wildly devoured each other, needing to feel the other’s hands everywhere, all at once.

“I need you. I yearn to be with you in the most intimate of ways,” Yoongi said against her lips, then trails down to kiss her neck.” Yujin dug her nails into the exposed skin of his arms, showing from under his rolled up sleeves. He bent down momentarily to reach his hand under her skirt at the hem to finally feel her skin on his hands. Slowly, he trailed his hands up her calves, then to her thighs. The moans that escaped her parted lips nearly convinced Yoongi that the sounds of the heavens could not compete. Creeping further up, Yoongi was able to gather her ass into his hands, digging his fingertips into the cheeks as he captured her lips again. His hardness pressed firmly against her front and she wanted nothing more than to receive him but she couldn’t.

“Mr. Min,” she moaned, “we’ve only just met and it’s getting late. We must cease this. I must go.”

He pulled away panting heavily and said, “I shall do as you say, Miss Park. I have no wish to be forceful,” he concedes. “I will escort you back to your realm to ensure your safety.”

When the two return to the bridge, they find that it is in worse shape than it was before and it would be miraculous if Yoongi is able to get her across safely.

“What has happened? How is it in worse condition than it was before?”

“I haven't the slightest notion,” Yoongi answers. “Come. I will make certain that you get back unharmed.” 

They began to move across the shaky structure. Yoongi took slow, meticulous steps, instructing Yujin to follow him exactly. Approximately three-quarters of the way, Yoongi stepped down, and his foot pierced the board, causing him to nearly fall completely through.

“Mr. Min!”

Still holding on to his hand, Yujin pulled with all of her might, trying to help him back up.

“Hold fast to the rail, and stir not an inch.”

“No! I won’t let you go,” she yelled over the sound of the current below.

“Miss Park, allow me a moment to rise without dragging you down with me. I would not wish for us both to tumble into the river.”

Yujin relents and holds onto the rail as instructed, allowing Yoongi to gather himself and regain his footing. He is able to successfully return Yujin to solid land.

“How will you make it back across safely?”

“Do not fret. I shall be fine,” Yoongi assures. “When might I have the pleasure of seeing you again? I will come to you this time.”

“YUJIN!” She was startled by the booming voice of her father as he approached them in the meadow. “Your mother frets and worries for you, yet here you are frolicking with a man from the Moonlight Kingdom, no less!” 

“Father!” Yujin called out to her dad, her hands up in surrender. “Father, please.”

Instead of listening, her father turns his attention to Yoongi and says, “You scoundrel! Keep away from my daughter, and if you are seen on this side of the bridge again, I shall take your life myself!”

“Sir, I assure you, I mean no harm to you or your daughter. I-,” Yoongi is interrupted by a strike to the face.

“FATHER!” Yujin rushed over to Yoongi and cupped his face into her hands. “Mr. Min-,” she begins but is snatched away by the arm.

“There are many fine gentlemen in Sunlit vetting worthy of your hand, yet you consort with such a lowborn fellow? You are an unwed woman fraternizing with a man who has not even the decency to court you properly! You are but a whore, Yujin, and shall be punished accordingly,” her father snarled with spittle springing from his lips.

“Mr. Min! Yoongi!” Yujin screams, crying for him while being dragged away by her father.

“Go home, Miss Park. Heed your father's words for now. We shall meet again, I promise.

Once home, Yujin was scolded and berated more by her father. When he’d had his fill and left the room, she tried to reason with her mother.

“Mother, I dreamt of that man before we met. He is my destined mate, I am sure. I knew it the moment I beheld him. Pray, reason with Father. Please!”

“Yujin, you ventured forth from the kingdom after your father and I had retired. Do you know how perilous that was? The Lord only knows what might have befallen you in Moonlight. Those ruffians could have done so much harm, and we would have remained ignorant, believing you to be safe and sound in your bed. I can no longer place my faith in you.”

“Mother!”

“Do not dare to open your mouth to address me! I am most disappointed in you. It has been difficult enough to secure a suitable match for you given your peculiar behavior, but if it should come to pass that you have been seen abroad at night with a man, we shall be forced to wed you to some odious widower who requires a caregiver for his offspring. Or worse, you will become an old maid for the rest of your days.”

Yujin was unable to speak after hearing her mother’s true feelings and tears filled her eyes. She laid atop her covers, crying into her comforter.

Her father appeared in the doorway. “At the week’s end, you will be sent to finishing school,” he said before walking away to go into his bedroom. Yujin didn’t have any more energy to protest and her mother ran behind her father, obviously blindsided by his sudden decision.

The end of the week came faster than Yujin wanted but there was nothing she could do to change her father’s mind. Her mother sat on her bed and helped her finish packing while occasionally wiping the tears that successfully escaped her eyes. Neither woman spoke a word, and moved about the room in silence.

When it was time for Yujin to depart, her parents walked her out and helped her get settled into the carriage behind the coachman.

“We love you, dearest. May your journey be safe,” her mother said.

Her father did not say a word but the expression on his face showed a glimmer of regret that was quickly replaced with his usual stoic demeanor.

“Goodbye, father. Goodbye, mother,” Yujin responded, respectfully but clearly laced with resentment. Then they were off as she listened to the clacking of the horse’s hooves on the road as they went.

After a day’s long ride, they finally pulled up to the school and Yujin was greeted by the administrators. They spoke quickly, flooding her with information, rules, and consequences. She settled in without an issue while greeting the other women who decided to peek in to meet the new girl. They were nice enough as they chatted amongst themselves, inviting her to join the conversation as she unpacked her belongings and organized her space, attempting to make the best of her current situation.

Approximately a month after arriving at the school, the women were given more freedom to explore the grounds after classes. Of course they all frequented the sea, wanting to enjoy the sounds of the water, but one day, Yujin ventured off and stumbled upon a temple nestled in the trees near campus. She was unsure if it was even operative but the ground seemed to be well taken care of and regularly tended to. Inside, she decided that she would take this opportunity to pray. To lay her burdens at the altar and start her life anew. 

She cried to God, asking that he remove the resentment she still carried for her parents. She admitted that she had not felt as much happiness as she had when she met Min Yoongi. At the end of her prayer, she asked that God cover her parents and Yoongi from dangers seen and unseen, before she stood to her feet, she placed the fingers of her right hand to her forehead, her chest, then each shoulder before saying, “Amen.” She wiped her tears on the inside of her uniform and was startled by a voice behind her.

“Yujin. Yujin, you were here?”

It was Yoongi, walking up the aisle coming toward her.

“Yoongi! Oh, Yoongi. I thought I would never see you again! What are you doing here?”

“My grandmother is here and I came to see her after she sent word back home, requesting my presence.”

At that moment, Yujin and Yoongi’s attention was stolen away from each other by the sound of a person approaching, sliding their slippered feet across the floor. An older lady, humped over, came their way, and addressed Yujin by name.

“It is so nice to finally meet you, Yujin. I’ve been waiting for you two to find your way here. Come. We have work to do.”

“Pardon?” Yujin was completely confused but chose to follow anyway.

The lady led them into a room off of the sanctuary where they found supplies, such as bobbins, looms, and tons of different colored threads.

“Did you bring the things I mentioned,” she asked Yoongi, to which he began to pull things from his jacket pockets. From one, he retrieved a folded piece of fabric. When he unfolded it, there was a hand strumming the strings of a gittern. And from the other, he pulled out the spool of thread that Yujin had gifted him.

“Yoongi. You did it?”

“Yes, I was able to finally do it, after being motivated by your encouragement and the sound of your cries. It felt like it was the only way to get back to you. I had to complete the task and push my talent to the limit.”

“You did a wonderful job, dear, but now the real challenge begins. Yujin, I need you to dance for us. Please, be the inspiration that Yoongi needs to complete this tapestry,” his grandmother requested and of course Yujin agreed.

When she began, her movements were slow and choppy, having not danced in over a month, but she continued, seemingly improving by the second. As she moved, so did Yoongi’s bobbins as he pushed and pulled them up and down and around the wefts and warps with ease. After what seemed like hours, Yujin was seated on the floor massaging her feet while Yoongi completed his piece with his grandmother watching over his shoulder from a distance. When he secured the last thread, the entire room seemed to glow with an immaculate light that shone for only a moment.

Yujin rushed over to look at the completed work and was in awe. “Yoongi. It is so beautiful. Is that… is that me?” She pointed to the ballerina in the upper right quadrant encased within the fabric with golden silk thread. Within the image, the dancer seemed to dance while the man played music for her. The scene made Yujin emotional as she looked at it. Not only did it encompass both herself and Yoongi, she took notice of the threads, realizing that his hand was crafted with the spool she’d acquired in Sunlit and her image was traced with the glowing thread of Moonlight.

“All is well and order has been restored,” a woman approached them from behind. She favored Yoongi’s grandmother but was noticeably younger.

When Yoongi turned around to the sound of her voice, he shot up from his seat screaming, “Grandma! Grandma! What happened? You look exactly like you did when I was young! What happened to you?”

“Do you remember the tales I shared with you about the ancient magical weaver and the curse of the two lands? I was telling you my life story and my prophecy. I am the magical weaver and I was under the curse of the land, but thanks to the dedication that you two put in, I have been set free.

Thanks to the work that they put in, the kingdom was restored, Yoongi and Yujin were the first foreseen soulmates in decades. They wed and lived happily ever after blending the customs of their respective lands with Yoongi creating partner centered tapestries for Moonlight and Sunlit and Yujin continuing to shine as the best dancer of both kingdoms.

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Could you please predict for me when we will be done with the meathead?

stoppp 💀💀 honestly I didn’t expect them to have lasted till now but also I fully expected that she’d end up marrying joe so what do I/anyone rlly know lmao 🤡🤡

Fully explained below but tl;dr - it’s either until the travis team (i legit forgot the name i know the colour is red or smthhhh) keeps winning the Super Bowl/maintains a relatively good reputation OR until Taylor gets bored of him and looks for another shiny toy to make a complete fool of herself over (so like by this time next year) OR they get married and ride off into the sunset towards some happily ever after.

Howeverrr just for funsies: the way I see it is by working backwards, starting with if I see them getting married, and honestly…based on ttpd, leaning towards yes. When they will get married I have no inkling and I don’t even feel like speculating cuz of all those gross pregnancy/marriage rumours going around 🤢 I think they’ll get married cuz:

their careers are such that they’re both lifting the other up when they show up for games/concerts, there is no conflict of interest (ie no competition) cuz of the vastly different fields they’re in. Also, he was more established than joe at the start of their r/ship which makes for a very rosy picturesque love story image which at least some part of Taylor desires (based on her interviews, the fearless/speak now eras) but she’s also become quite jaded (as per ttpd) so maybe she thinks this is the closest she’s going to get to it

i also think she’s in no rush to leave a r/ship this comfortable after her last 2 emotionally complex ones. Not saying this is good or bad of her; I do understand why she would want to take it easy now (and possibly forever) but given how little they seem to have in common, I don’t think she can find this r/ship as emotionally fulfilling as she would want with a life partner, so I don’t see them sticking it out forever. Ofc I could be wrong and maybe she’s changed, but based on her track record travis does not seem the type of person Taylor Swift would want to spend the rest of her life with (girlie was cringing so hard in the viva las vegas clip)

Possible triggers for the breakup and why:

She finds someone else to obsess over and for some weird reason…she suddenly realises what a temper travis has? And how aggressive he is?? Cue the breakup songs/album, swifties dig up That Clip and go omggg how did we not see this he was abusing mother 😢😢, rinse and repeat until she (hopefully) finds some self-worth NOT tied to a man

travis’ team starts losing the Super Bowl/not doing all that well in other competitions. I think the main reason swiftie are kind of sweeping his messed up tweets and behaviour under the rug is cuz they won. But what abt if/when they stop winning? All that’s left is a hot-tempered football player who isn’t even an “all-star” (am I using that term correctly?) and she’s not going to like being associated with that/have that tarnish her brand. I find it so absurdly hilarious but she would rather be seen as problematic (re: M*tty) than unsuccessful, so she’d prob drop him if this happened

very unlikely, but maybe she breaks up with him and enjoys being single for a while? No reason for thinking this tho

ngl as long as this reply is, im kind of apathetic cuz she’s changed so much recently that im becoming less and less invested in her. I’m not even rlly looking forward to rep tv despite it being such a formative album for me cuz that version/image of taylor has been sooo tarnished by recent events yk? So idc what she does, mostly cuz if I had her as an actual friend I’d cut her out of my life SO fast

again, the usual disclaimers apply, idk her/them or anything abt their relationship, I am literally just a girl sipping her ginger ale and watching this train wreck of whatever taylor swiftTM has become 🍹🍹

[nuri148]

Distances in AoT

Or: Yams has no idea of geography and the relationship between distance and travel times in AOT makes no sense.

PART THREE: CASE STUDIES

Part 1 Part 2

There are a lot of rides and expeditions in the story that may or may not look like insta-travel, but we really can’t tell because we’re not shown or informed of the travel times.

So I’m going to focus in the two instances that we do have enough info to infer the time spent getting from A to B: The holding of Utgard Castle and the expedition to retake Wall Maria. I’m going to do it in reverse order, too, because I, like Levi, like to save the best for last.

Return to Shiganshina

The SC leave Trost as the sun sets, aiming to cover the 100 km that separate them from Wall Maria during night time, when titans are typically inactive. The idea that travelling by night “might allow” the SC to make it to Shiganshina before dawn was first proposed by Armin in chapter 37, “even if we cannot get there at full speed.”

The RtS expedition takes place only 3 months after the cadets graduation (Connie, chapter 72). We know the winters are harsh in Paradis (chapter 40) and in all the things that went down during that time we haven’t seen any snow or very heavy clothes, so it’s safe to assume that the main action took place during the summer, and the RtS events happen somewhere from late summer to mid-fall. That means 12-16 hours of night-time (fun fact: day and night duration through the year is very similar in Tokyo and in Nördlingen).

It is stated in chapter 9.5 that, during the 5 years since the fall of Wall Maria the SC has stationed supplies in the lands between this and Wall Rose¹, but this supply chain would likely be just storage of goods, horse tack and food and tinned food; there would be no change of horses as these would need the stations to be manned and this is titan territory. Each soldier needs to ride the same horse all the way. And we know the terrain wasn’t flat and that they didn’t even ride the whole time:

So we’re supposed to believe that a group of 100 people covered 100 km on horseback in 12–16 hours, at night. It’s not entirely in the realm of impossibility—if we take that expedition as an endurance race and assume horses have been trained and prepared as for one—but it is a big stretch and a huge gamble if any of the horses becomes unable to go on. Remember, both horses and riders need to stop for food, water, toilet and rest. And if you’ve ever been on holidays with a group, you know that the bigger the group, the longer it takes to do anything.

Still, taking into account all we’ve seen, and with all the assumptions and supositions skewing to the most favourable scenarios, I could give this one a pass.

Utgard Castle

This is all taken from Manga Chapters 35-40, in case you want to read along. A quick summary of the story:

Most of the 104th are isolated in a safehouse near wall Rose under the ward of veteran soldiers, pending investigation on their affiliation, or not, with the female titan. Meanwhile, Zeke transforms the people of Ragako Village into titans. When these are first spotted “500 m south” of the safehouse’s tower, they ofc don’t know about Zeke, so they assume the wall has been breached.

An urgent dispatch (Thomas) is sent with the news to Stohess where Erwin is dealing with the aftermath of Annie SNAFU. At the same time, cadets and veterans split into groups to go alert the people in neighbouring villages so they can evacuate.

The South team does a clockwise sweep of the area, passing by Ragako (where Reiner totally tells Connie that that titan’s not his mum) and then riding along the wall looking for the breach². At night, they meet the West team, who did a similar sweep but counterclockwise.

They take refuge in Utgard Castle, very close to the wall—The soldiers spot it clearly from the wall, at night, so I’m guessing 500 m tops. It is also supposed to be more or less midway between Trost and Klorva. The safehouse is probably somewhere between Ragako and Utgard. Titans attack, and they hold the castle all night until Hange’s squad arrive at dawn and rescue them.

Because Yams had the great idea of putting timestamps in all these developments, this is where things get... interesting. And by interesting, I mean incoherent. 

I’ve adapted my previous wall map showing the places and shortest possible routes in this arc. We don’t know the exact location of any of the relevant places, so while I had to eyeball it, I assure you it’s less eyeballing than Yams did. Kind reminder, too, that IRL, actual travel distance would be at least 10–20% longer than the straight line distances used here.

Assuming Utgard is at the midpoint between Trost and Krolva, that would put it about 290 km in a straight line to Trost, and a similar distance to Ehrmich. Assuming Ragako is more or less in the midpoint between those two, that would make it about 140-150 km away from both Trost and Ehrmich. The safehouse from where the dispatch departs is supposed to be somewhere between Ragako and Utgard (orange area). So it could be anything from 140 to 250 km to Ehrmich—Thomas’ first stop. I’m going to pick 150 because it’s a nice round number.

Thomas leaves as soon as the titans are sighted. It takes him 8 hours to arrive to Ehrmich... and he arrives in Stohess 4 hours after that. I’ll let you look at the map above and let that sink in. I could say “I rest my case, your honour” and end this report here as we mourn geometry together.

The 8 hours to Ehrmich are already a huge stretch. As we’ve seen in the previous section, the Pony Express could cover only 100 km in that time (I’m going to be gracious and assume the roads between the town nearest to the safehouse and Stohess are as well equipped as the PE was.)

But then we’re told it took Thomas only 4 hours to ride the 352 km between Ehrmich and Stohess. On horseback. That’s basically what it takes nowadays by car, on the highway.

But it gets better! (and by better I mean worse). After Thomas gets to Stohess, EMA, Hange, Levi, and pastor Nick travel in a 2-horse carriage (driven by Moblit) to Ehrmich... Where they arrive 4 hours later. So we’re expected to believe that in a mere span of 4 hours, a decision was made, people was gathered, a carriage was tacked and loaded, and 7 people on said carriage covered a distance of 352 km.

From there, EMA, Hange and Moblit continue to Utgard (another 290 km) on horseback, where they get 3-4 hours later, just in time to save their comrades. Half of what it took Thomas. 1/6 of what it would have taken the Pony Express. And since the people between Utgard and Ehrmich would have likely evacuated, there might be fewer to no chances of changing horses along the way.

So either the horses of the SC possess the magical power of moving at plot speed anytime, or Yams does not even know what size he made his world, or he doesn’t give af.

Or all of the above.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I know AoT is “just a story”, like many others, and that not everything has to check out exactly to the real world. But while AoT has some supernatural and steampunk elements, these are framed in a world so heavily inspired in our own that it’s not a stretch to expect everything but the VM gear to behave according to basic geometry and physics rules.

In that sense, I believe Yams made a mistake in assigning exact sizes to the walls without taking the time to calculate how big a world would that really result in, or how long does travel take without our modern machines, or without giving a fuck that his numbers made no sense. But while he may not care about the numbers, and many reader also won’t care, some will, and call him out for it. And I’m not talking about splitting hairs, I’m talking miscalculations the size of Texas. So it really baffles me that none of his editors or publishers seem to have given a shit about it either. So much for the stereotype of Asians being good at math.

I understand AoT was a serialised manga, so maybe when you realise you’ve fucked up in chapter 2, that’s in last year magazine, but things like the wall size and how many hours it takes to go from A to B could have been easily fixed or retconned in any of the collection manga books (tankobon, omnibus, colossal) and/or the anime adaptation.

The ridiculously big size of the Walls also means that all the talk about people being cramped inside wall Rose after the fall of Wall Maria and needing to “cull” some of the refugees makes no sense whatsoever. Also, there are two or three simple solutions that Yams and his editors might have used to solve the problems that the wall size create. I might address some or all of that in another post (I need to crunch more numbers). One blunder at a time.

I guess what bugs me more about this kind of stuff is the realization that a work published traditionally, one that makes enough money to maintain a whole team of editors (both artistic and commercial) behind, turns out to be more poorly researched than many a fanfiction that someone wrote just for fun in the scarce free time their actual job, studies and/or household leave them.

Notes:

¹ I would interpret this as rather a re-establishment of supplies, as it makes no sense that there wasn’t such a set up before, at least between the main districts and towns.

² I’m going to ignore the fact that, despite both saying their villages are “nearby”, Sasha and Connie only reach them 5 and 9 hours after the sighting, as their mission was to warn all villages in the area, so they didn’t go straight home. Even with that, the area covered would mean their horses are supersonic lol.

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Eighteen

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.2k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

“Gabby?”

Gabriella snuggled closer to Boromir, her arm draped about his hips, her eyes closed as she murmured back, “Mmm?”

“I’m sorry. I was a complete jackanapes to you.”

“Tell me true,” she lifted her head to gaze down into his sleepy green eyes, “were you with Ava last eve?”

Her heart thudded dully against her ribs as the words left her mouth and she braced herself for his answer. If he had been, she couldn't exactly be angry with him, no matter how much it might hurt to hear it. After all, she’d made herself clear that things were over between them, so who could blame him if he sought the company of someone else?

Still, she’d be lying to herself if she tried to convince herself it wouldn’t trouble her at all, because it would. It would haunt her until her dying days, whether it was fair of her or not.

But, to her relief, he shook his head. “No. I almost went to take a drink with her, but halfway to her flat, I changed my mind.”

Relief surged through her, although she tried to remain as blasé about it as she could. “Why?”

“She tried to kiss me,” he confessed softly, his fingers moving along her hair now, tucking it back behind her left ear. “And when I looked down at her, it was all wrong. Her eyes were the wrong color. Her hair was the wrong color. Her face was the wrong face. She wasn't the beautiful, silver-eyed blonde I’ve been in love with since I was old enough to know what love was, but the wrong woman entirely.”

She pressed her lips together as she shook her head, then managed to whisper, “You needn’t tell me what you think I wish to hear.”

“I tell you the truth, Gabriella.” He smiled, still stroking her hair. “There is no other woman who fires my blood and arouses my desire the way you do, love. And no other woman ever will.”

As he spoke, he came up over her, urging her onto her back, and covered her body with his. “I love you. And only you. And that will not change, no matter how angry you grow with me.”

She smiled up at him, winding her arms about his neck. “I am a lucky woman,” she whispered, tugging him down to meet her lips. 

He came flush against her, his lips warm and soft, moving slowly against hers. The coarse hair of his goatee tickled, her skin so sensitive to the brush of it. But at the same time, that coarseness was a caress all of its own. She couldn’t imagine his face without it, really, as he’d sported from the time he was old enough to grow it. Besides, while it prickled bit and tickled a bit, she would never in a millennia ask him to shave it. And when he swept a smoking kiss along her neck, and that hair scraped against her, her toes actually curled from the sensations it sent sweeping through her.

Her eyes slid shut and she couldn’t hold back her sigh. “That feels so nice…”

He lifted his head. “It’s supposed to, you know.”

“I know. But I thought you might like to hear it.”

Those green eyes glinted. “Of course… tell me if you like what I’m doing. Tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing. Tell me if I’m not doing something you want me to do, and I promise you, darling girl, I will do it. You needn’t be shy with me, you know. Anything you wish, Gabby, tell me and I will do it for you. Do it to you. And I will do so gladly and enthusiastically.”

She shivered at the husky promise in his voice. “The same holds true for you, you know.”

He brushed her lips once more. “I do love you.”

“I love you, too.”

His eyes darkened as he eased himself carefully between her thighs. “So, you will marry me after all?”

“Do I look mad enough to say no?”

He kissed her then, slow and deep and lingering and as he reached between them—

A knock sounded at the door and Dory called, “Gab! Are you in there?”

Gabriella let her head fall back as she muttered, “Oh, no…”

A low chuckle dusted her lips and Boromir whispered, “She has impeccable timing.”

“Perhaps she will go away.”

“Go and answer the door, love,” he told her, brushing her lips once more before easing off her. “She might barge in again and I’d rather she not see my cock in addition to already seeing my ass.”

He didn't sound angry, but rather instead sounded almost amused. She smiled as she admitted, “I owe her an apology as well. I was just a fool.”

“Yes,” he nodded, his grin keeping his words from being serious, “but you are my fool and I would have you no other way.”

“Well, that’s something, I suppose.”

He bent to kiss her once more as Dory pounded again. Then, he drew back. “I’ll be out as soon as I’m dressed and tonight, you will sleep with me in my chambers and no one will disturb us.”

“Promise me?”

His eyes grew softer still. “I promise you.”

She winked, and slid across the bed to fish her clothes from where they’d fallen when Boromir pulled them from her body and as she left, he was tugging on his trousers. 

Dory pounded on the door once more. “Gab! Are you in there?”

“I’m coming, Dory! Do not pound down the door, if you don’t mind.”

The knocking ceased and Gabriella tugged open the door. “What are you about?”

Dory’s arm went limp at her side. “I was worried about you. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, really. And I owe you an apology, you know. You were right.”

Dory just stared at her. “I—I was?”

Gabriella nodded. “Come in and I’ll show you.”

Dory came into the kitchen, and her gaze went to one of the chairs, where Boromir’s cloak lay draped over its back, and then to his boots, just inside the door. Then, she looked back at Gabriella. “Is he here?”

Gabriella nodded, her smile widening. “He is. And you were right and I am a fool.”

“So he forgave you, then?” Dory rolled her eyes then and smacked herself in the forehead. “Well, that was stupid of me. Of course he did.”

Boromir came out of the bedroom then, his shirt in his hands. “And she forgave me for she was not the only fool in that battle.”

Dory’s cheeks went pink even as she smiled. “It’s good to see you here, and I’ll not breathe a word to anyone about it, either.”

He returned her smile before tugging the shirt over his head. “I didn't think you would, to be honest. I’d imagine you’d not want Gabby’s name on the lips of gossips with too much time on their hands.”

“True. Although,” Dory chuckled, “I wouldn’t mind telling Ava. She is rubbish.”

Gabriella smiled. “She is, but worry not. She’ll find out soon enough.”

“Still, I would like to see her face.” 

“You have a mean streak, Dory,” Gabriella told her, moving to the kettle. “Tea?”

“You just realized that?” Dory asked even as she nodded. “And I would love some.”

Boromir caught Gabriella about the waist. “I will let you ladies talk. I have to go and assure Faramir that I’ve not completely mucked everything up with us.”

Gabriella smiled. “Was he upset with you?”

“Oh, upset does not even begin to describe it. He was furious.” He leaned in to sweep his lips against hers. “And I need to look over the final arrangements for tomorrow.”

He said it softly, a hint of pain flashing through his eyes and without thinking, Gabriella laid her hand against his cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not really, although I appreciate the offer.” He straightened up and moved to pick up his boots before dropping into one of the chairs to tug them on. “I will come by later.”

“No,” she told him. “I’ll be closing the tavern tonight until Friday out of respect for Denethor. I’ll come find you.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“I know.”

He stood and kissed her again. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I know. And I love you, too. Now, go and do what you have to do.”

“I am.” He lifted his cloak to drape over his arm and then glanced over at Dory. “Take care and it was good seeing you again.”

She smiled, her cheeks pink still. “And seeing you as well.”

With that, he took himself off and as Gabriella closed the door behind him, Dory chimed, “Oh, I definitely want details this time.”

“Dory!”

“What? That man is just…. Mmmm…”

“Dory!”

“What?”

Gabriella shot her a look. “Do I truly need to tell you?”

Dory shook her head. “No. I don’t suppose you do.” A low sigh rose to her lips. “But, I’d like to live a little vicariously, that’s all. And he’s cute.”

Gabriella laughed. Boromir was cute. He was also far more than that, but he was still cute. 

And he was hers.

Later that morning, after she’d finished her chores around the apartment and the tavern, Gabriella made her way up to the Houses of Healing to look in on Faramir. As she passed by Éowyn’s room, she paused and poked her head in. “Good morning?”

Éowyn looked up and smiled. “A good morning to you as well, Gabby. How do you fare? Are you hiding once more?”

Gabriella let out a laugh. “No, not this time, thank goodness.”

“Good. For he was a fool and you are better off without him.”

“Actually,” Gabriella came further into the room, “he and I made up.”

“Oh, wonderful. I knew it would happen, for you were meant for one another,” Éowyn replied without missing a beat. Then she patted the mattress beneath her. “Come and sit, won’t you?”

“Thank you.” Gabriella moved over to sink onto the edge of Éowyn’s bed. 

“So, tell me, does your soulmate have a name?”

“He does. Boromir, son of Denethor, the stew—” Gabriella hesitated—“that is, he is the Steward of Gondor.”

Éowyn’s smile faded. “I heard the healers speaking of Denethor. His funeral is tomorrow, I believe one said?”

Gabriella nodded. “It is, yes.”

“I should like to attend, as a representative of Rohan, for we’ve long been allies.”

“Are you well enough to do so? If not, I’m certain Boromir will understand. Unlike his father, he is not a heartless man without feeling.”

“I will speak to your healer, of course, but I think I am well enough.”

“Hopefully she will agree as you seem quite well to me.”

“It’s also rather lonely in here at times,” Éowyn confessed, her voice growing soft. “I wish I knew what had become of my brother, the rest of my people.”

“And your brother is?”

“Éomer, of the Rohirram.”

“I can try to find out what’s become of him, if you like.”

“I would, thank you. I’ve been trying not to worry, but that’s so difficult when you don't know what’s happening beyond the walls surrounding you.”

“That is something I know all too well.” Gabriella glancing toward the windows, where brilliant golden sunlight streamed in to bounce across the marble floor. “Being left behind is an impossible task. You need to go about your daily life, to keep your routine, and yet, all you can think about is someone who is on the other side of the world and you have no way to know what is happening to them.”

Éowyn nodded slowly. “I was right alongside him down on the battlefield.”

“Were you?” Gabriella couldn't keep the shock from her voice. “How brave you were. I’d have been scared witless.”

“I was,” Éowyn confessed. “But, my brother’s cause was my cause. The cause of the people of Rohan was my cause. I couldn’t, in good conscience, simply wait for word. I am not patient enough.”

“Gabby? What are you doing up here?”

She turned to see Faramir in the doorway. “It’s good to see you up and on your feet,” she said by way of greeting, waving him into the room. “Come in and I’ll introduce you.”

A hint of shyness edged his smile as he came into the room and Gabriella glanced over to see Éowyn offer up a smile that was also tinged with shyness. 

“Faramir, this is Éowyn of Rohan. Éowyn, Faramir, son of Denethor.”

“Oh, so you’re Boromir’s brother,” Éowyn said by way of greeting. 

“I am, yes. And it’s a pleasure to meet you, lady of Rohan.”

As he spoke, Faramir caught her by the hand, bringing it up to his lips to brush with a light kiss. Éowyn’s smile brightened. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well.”

“Did your brother pass through?” Gabriella asked him.

Faramir nodded. “He did. About an hour ago. He said he’d be in Denethor’s chambers if anyone needed him.” He met her gaze. “He told me he’d thrown himself on his sword and you made up?”

She nodded. “He did and we did, yes.”

“Good. He was an ass.”

“He was, but so was I.” Gabriella eased down off Éowyn’s bed. “I will let you two come to know each other better, then.”

“But, you will come visit again, won’t you?” Éowyn called as Gabriella moved to the door.

“Of course I will.” 

“Good.”

Boromir sat back in his father’s black stone chair, in his father’s chambers in the Tower of Echthelion, leaned his head back, and let his eyes close. The chamber was already cavernous and cold, void of anything of Denethor’s, and that had nothing to do with it having been cleaned out upon his death and readied for Boromir to settle in. No, as far as he could remember, Boromir couldn't recall seeing any part of his father in these chambers. They were as cold and bleak as Denethor himself had been.

He remembered as a child, running into the room after this lesson or that one and climbing up onto his father’s lap, to see what held his father’s attentions. Denethor never cuddled him close or explained what he’d been doing, but he never shooed him away, either. Not the way he’d always chased Faramir away. 

A sigh rose to his lips. He mourned his father, of course, but at the same time, the sense of loss he felt was not the same as it had been when his mother died. That loss haunted him to that very moment as he opened his eyes to a cold, stark, empty chamber.

“Am I disturbing you?”

He jumped at the unexpected interruption and opened his eyes to see Gabby in the doorway, at the far end of the room. A black runner had been laid along the black marble flooring, and she stood on the edge of it. “Not at all. Come in.”

“Are you all right?” 

He nodded as she drew closer. “I’m fine. Just… bidding some old ghosts farewell.” 

She stopped at the foot of the black stone steps and looked upward. At the top, stood the Throne of the King of Gondor, while Boromir’s chair stood on the dais of the lowest step. “I remember being so terrified of this room as a child. I’d only ever heard of it and it sounded so… imposing. I used to hope I would never be summoned here, for it could never be good if I was.”

“It is imposing,” he said, holding out a hand. “But it won’t be for long. Come, you have an in with the steward so make yourself comfortable. I promise you, you will never be summoned here for any reason but a good one.”

A hint of a smile played at her lips, and he almost sighed at the sight. She had no clue, no inkling, what she did to him. How something as simple as that slight smile, sent a rush through him that he could neither explain nor describe. 

He leaned forward to take her hand. A gentle tug, and he drew her down onto his lap, biting back a sigh at how perfectly she fit against him. She tucked her head against his shoulder, partially beneath his chin. “Did you spend much time here as a boy?”

“No. My father did not like to be disturbed and he made it clear that I was most definitely disturbing him. He’d give me a few minutes of his time, and then shoo me off to lessons or wherever I was supposed to be at that given moment. My mother would scold him, tell him I was growing up fast and he’d blink and find a grown man in place of a boy. And then he’d be sorry.”

“You don't speak of her often,” Gabby said, brushing her fingers through his hair, sweeping it back behind his left ear. “What was she like, your mother?”

“My mother?” He smiled, his memories of her warm and comforting. “She was everything Denethor was not. She spent hours amusing me, and later Faramir. She would take me, take us, to the river and let us splash to our hearts’ content. She taught me to swim there and I in turn taught Faramir to swim when he was old enough. She always worried that he’d be swept away, but for some reason, she never seemed to worry about me in that way.”

“Because she knew. She knew you would be cautious and not be one to rush headlong into anything without careful consideration,” she told him, smiling as she met his gaze. “And I’ll wager she knew that, once Faramir came along, she didn't really have to worry about him near the river either because she knew you would never let anything happen to him. And she was right. You have always watched over him, watched out for him.”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“I know. And she most likely did as well. So,” she snuggled closer, “tell me more of her.”

“Everyone loved her. And feared her. I think even my father did to a certain extent. She had endless patience with me.”

“So, that’s where you learned it. At her knee.”

He grinned. “I am not so certain of that.”

“Boromir, you are one of the most patient men I’ve ever known.” 

He sighed softly, and this time it was his turn to brush a loose tendril away from her face. “I had an excellent teacher in my mother. I think she found solace in me and my brother, for Minas Tirith itself wore her down, being the steward’s wife wore her down. She was not meant for that life, or really for a man such as my father. She loved him, but I often wonder now if he loved her in the same way. If he truly ever loved anyone. Somehow, I don't think so.”

“It’s difficult to know what passes between a couple,” she told him softly, tracing along the edge of his jaw.

“True. But, somehow, I don't think his heart beat faster when he saw her, the way mine does when I see you.”

That earned him a smile. “Am I to believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you? It’s true, you know.”

“Perhaps it did, but he kept it to himself. Not every man wears his heart on his sleeve as you do, you know.”

“My heart on my sleeve? Is that how you see me?”

“At times, yes.”

“I should work on that then, I suppose. I wouldn’t want anyone to think me soft.”

“Perhaps he thought the same thing.”

He sighed softly, giving her a gentle squeeze. “It’s possible, I suppose. But I cannot recall him being affectionate with her. He was not one much for hugging or any sort of physical contact. He had no patience for it. Had little patience as it was for people, including me.” 

A heavy sadness filled him as he gazed down at Gabby, tucked so perfectly on his lap, against him. “No matter what he did, Faramir could never live up to my father’s expectations of him. He never measured up. Never made him proud. And no matter what I did, I could not get through to him that both of his sons were men he could indeed be proud of. Nothing changed. He found fault with everything and anything and was not shy about expressing it.”

“You won’t be like that, you know.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Of course I do,” she shifted slightly and he had to fight down a sigh at the sensation against him. She had no idea what she did to him, what she had always done to him, and here was not the place to let her know. At least, not now. In the dead of night, when no one was around, perhaps. But now?

“When the time comes, should we have children, you will not be like Denethor was. You are everything he is not, just as Faramir is. You are warm and loving, a leader who just knows how to lead and does not do so through force or coercion or might. You will be patient, and stern when you need to be, but I can see a little one come running down this carpet at full speed, wanting only to sit on his papa’s knee and I see you scooping him up and plunking him—or her—right where I sit now. And I will smile and shake my head and say, ‘You are spoiling him, Boromir,’ to which you will say, ‘A child who is unspoiled is a child who is unloved.’ And in time, you will both drive me mad.”

He smiled and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Think so, do you?”

“I know so.” Her fingers brushed along his temple once more. “You will be a good father, Boromir. I promise you that you will. And if I think you are acting like Denethor, I will say something.”

He chuckled. “I expect no less.”

“I just thought I should warn you.”

Boromir smiled as he leaned his head back against the stone. “I love you. I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do.”

“No,” he shook his head, bringing his hand up to curve against her soft cheek, “that’s not what I mean, Gabby. I mean, I love you. As I’ve never loved anyone.”

Her eyes softened and she leaned into his touch, murmuring, “And I love you the same, you know.”

She leaned, but before their lips met, Faramir called, “In the middle of the day, brother?”

A flush swept along Gabby’s cheekbones and she tucked her head against his neck as Boromir chuckled and said, “I’d hoped so, yes.”

“I suppose there are some advantages to being the steward, eh?” 

“What do you want?”

Faramir laughed as he drew near. “I needed to speak with you. I did not think I was going to interrupt anything.”

“Worry not,” Gabby said, slipping down from Boromir’s lap. “He was just telling me about your mother. I wish I’d had the chance to meet her.”

“As I wish you had as well,” Faramir replied. “I think she would have seen you as a miracle worker of sorts or completely mad for wanting to be with this joker.”

“Take care, little brother.” Boromir rose from the stone chair and came down the one step to meet his brother. “Lest I think you’re jealous.”

“Of course I am.” Faramir grinned and winked. “I’ve always thought it was unfair that you saw her first.”

“Oh, enough, both of you,” Gabby burst out laughing, her cheeks almost scarlet now, “before you give me a swelled head.”

“I’ll come find you later, love,” Boromir told her, bending to brush her lips with a quick kiss. 

“Very well.” She waved as she pulled away and made her way back toward the door. “Stay out of trouble, both of you.”

As she rounded the corner, Boromir turned to Faramir. “It’s good to see you up, you know.”

“It’s good to be up. And you know, I was but joking about Gabby. I mean, I do at times wish I’d seen her first, but the truth is, she is good for you and I’m happy the two of you finally found one another.”

“Thank you. And I wholeheartedly agree.” Boromir rubbed the back of his neck. “And I wanted to ask you, now that we know you’re going to live and save me the trouble of having to do this again, but, I’ve asked her to marry me and I’d be honored if you’d stand up with me at the wedding.”

Faramir’s eyes widened slightly. “Did you truly think I’d say no?”

“I never assume anything.”

Faramir embraced him warmly. “Wild horses couldn't keep me away, brother. Of course I will.” 

“Good.” Boromir pulled back and smiled down at his brother. Tomorrow would be a difficult day for them both, no doubt, but once they made it through the funeral and entombment, everything would slowly begin to right itself. 

Or so he hoped. 

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Coming back with a new snippet of the Eddie vs. bondage fic, since I managed to transcribe most of what I've written so far and add some today in a truly unprecedented amount of daily words (for me) rn. This is a bit later than the Teaser Tidbit, but introduces my OFC whom I'm very excited to get to know better. Tagged is who interacted with my first post, which I've pinned now, so if you'd like to be added to and updated, interact with that one, I guess. OK, here goes nothing:

Upon closer inspection, it reads “The Sphere” in a gorgeous cursive neon-light script, but there is no bass hammering from inside the walls that would point towards a run of the mill dance club. His feet make the decision for him before his head catches up. The entrance opens into a short stairwell that goes down in near darkness and then leads into an open space bar that has Eddie stopping dead for the second time tonight if for vastly different reasons.

This… is definitely not his scene.

It’s all read and burnt orange indirect lighting, exposed bulbs and retro shades that give it the vibe of a prohibition speakeasy with a modern twist. The centrepiece is a gorgeous mahogany bar and the booths set back into the walls are decked out with velvet of such a dark shade of burgundy, it looks black in the shadows. There’s a reasonable number of patrons around, but it’s not terribly busy. In his ordinary jeans, t-shirt and khaki jacket combo Eddie feels… not underdressed precisely, but just slightly to the left of what seems to be the norm here. It’s almost enough to make him turn on his heel again, but the few eyes that glance his way sweep over him without judgement and a stubborn little voice in the back of his head tells him to <i>stop fucking running already, it’s embarrassing.</i>.

It’s a bar, they serve alcohol, presumably, which is what he’s looking for right now – that, and a little quiet. So he makes his body move, sits down on a barstool at the far side and orders a shot of top-shelf tequila just because he can and after having thrown it back, tells the bartender to make the next one a double, which he plans to stretch out into a good couple of hours of wallowing.

Eddie has been slowly sipping at his glass, shoulders a little hunched and vaguely people watching through the mirror behind the shelves of alcohol for maybe not quite an hour as the bar has filled up around him. Still, his fuck-off-vibes have been strong enough that nobody has approached him so far.

“That drink looks like it’s got a long story attached to it.”

The voice drifts in over his shoulder and Eddie feels himself involuntarily snap to attention – the impulse still not trained out of him by almost a decade of civilian life – as a body slides onto the barstool next to his. The woman isn’t touching him, not even leaning in. Still, her unbidden presence is somehow too close for comfort. Eddie debates ducking lower over his drink, pretending he hasn’t heard, but at the same time, the sudden attention creates an itch to be present somewhere that is not the inside his own head at the same time.

He turns his head just enough so he can take in his new companion – gorgeous, full auburn hair, (which has kind of become like a red rag to a bull for him, but hers is darker, shot through with flecks of brown, like fall leaves), laugh lines settled around her eyes and graved into her cheeks that put her maybe a decade and half ahead of him. Not the usual kind of LA beauty, but with a spark in her expression that draws you in. She looks at him curiously, clearly aware he’s just as likely to turn down her offer of conversation than take her up on it, but also telegraphing that she wouldn’t judge him either way.

Maybe it’s that kind patience, maybe it’s the need to tell <i>someone something</i> of what a shit show his life is right now underneath it all, but that he’s trying, god, he’s trying so damn hard to keep it together, and…

“Have you ever done the right thing, but it sucked so much going down that it feels like it’s coming back all the way around to being the wrong thing again?”

The woman leans onto the bar, half turned towards him, lifts her eyebrow and snorts:

“Oh boy. One of those ones, huh?”

Eddie sinks down over his glass, momentary impulse to share already depleting.

“I’m sorry, you’re definitely not interested in wading into my mess, trust me.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. I’m definitely interested. See, I love to delve into people’s stories. Pull on each thread until the knot slowly unravels and you get a sense of what the whole tapestry might look like. Or put it together into a completely new picture, who knows… And you”, she circles the finger of her free hand at him, “look like a particularly interesting knot.”

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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10

HAPPY HARBOR

August 8, 21:59 EDT

Kate was positioned on the south side of the building, crouching on the edge of the roof. Working perimeter with Miss Martian and Superboy. Which was almost preferable than being in a room with everyone else after the display her, Roy, and Dinah put on. She could feel their questions on the transport over here.

The last thing she wanted or needed was Kaldur pulling her aside before they had left and asking if she was okay after Roy showing up like that but he did and it was almost sweet.

She'd honestly rather just ignore that it had ever happened and block it out from her memory. Which, according to Dinah, wasn't exactly a healthy coping mechanism and Kate would definitely be going home to a talk with the woman about what happened and how it made her feel.

"Link established. Everyone online?" Kate winced at the pressure filling her head, she still wasn't used to the feeling of other people entering her mind.

"This is so weird." Artemis thought? Kate decided it wasn't worth thinking too hard about. Just accepting the fact that she now had voices in her head that weren't hers.

"And distracting. Coding a distributive algorithm on a kitty computer with less ram than a wrist watch is hard enough. Now I have to hear teen-think in my skull?" Dr. Roquette complained and Kate couldn't help but scoff.

"Lady, do you always complain when someone is trying to help you?" Kid Flash's voice entered Kate's head.

"Pot Kettle have you met?" Artemis's words made Kate chuckle, the girl catching herself and fixing her posture on the ledge. Subtly looking around to make sure no one had heard.

"Hey, hey, I do not need attitude from the girl who drove Red Arrow off the team." Kate almost wished she was in that room, if only to see this go down in person.

"That is so not on me!"

"Red Arrow was never on the team KF, him abandoning his friends and family isn't on her." Goldfinch snapped, her mood souring at the mention of the red archer, Kate not there to see the reactions of everyone. Thankfully.

"Fate of the world at stake!" Doc, in the room, waved her arms around to emphasize her frustration with the group of teens.

"She started it!" KF childishly pointed the finger at Artemis, who decided removing herself from the room would be for the best.

"How about I just help Miss Martian, Superboy, and Goldfinch patrol the perimeter?"

"Good idea. Trade places with Goldfinch." Aqualad agreed as the archer walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

"Where do I go then?" Goldfinch asked.

"Inside." Kaldur answered and Kate sighed but left her perch and headed towards the roof access door.

"You might want to cut her some slack; it was her arrow that saved your butt against Amazo." Robin said to his best friend. The speedster's reaction almost comical if Goldfinch had been in a better mood.

"What no! That was Speedy's- Red Arrow's.... Arrow. Right?"

"No. It wasn't." Goldfinch said monotonously, looking straight ahead with a frown as she lifelessly bounced down the stairwell. One floor closer to the computer lab.

"Well, still not giving her the satisfaction." Goldfinch rolled her eyes and chuckled without any humor. Wondering if this is how Dinah felt with her sometimes, but closing that off from the group chat in her mind.

"I'll make a sweep of the floor, and then report to the computer lab." Goldfinch stated before anyone could protest, Artemis and KF going back at it giving her cover.

She kept her eyes peeled as she made her way through the hallways.

"The virus won't be of much use if we cannot find the weapon. Can you track it?" Aqualad asked.

"My utility fog is not a weapon, it's science. Brilliant science. And of course, I can track it-" Goldfinch cut off the doctor.

"But she'll have to go online. Might as well rent a billboard with this address and an open invite to come kill her painted in neon."

"Goldfinch." Aqualad scolded her.

"What? I'm just stating facts here." The blonde glared at the tile floor under her feet as she walked.

"We will protect you." Goldfinch sighed and stopped in her tracks, looking up to the ceiling and internally groaning.

"What he said Doc."

"Tracking fog now." Goldfinch cleared the last hallway on the floor and started to make her way to the computer lab. Her short period of solitude coming to a bitter end.

"Mmm, that boy." Goldfinch stopped right outside the computer lab and choked down any laughter fighting its way to the surface.

"He can hear you, we can all hear you." Miss M chastised. Someone's a little territorial, Goldfinch made sure to keep her thoughts out of the mental link.

"Oh, I know." The songbird was slowly starting to like Artemis, like actually like her, not just saying she was cool with her just showing up. She was funny, only a little bit, and Goldfinch could relate to having a rough childhood. They were two sides of the same coin really, and that's what scared the bird. Letting someone else in, someone that knew Kate and Goldfinch. Caring for them and then them just... leaving.

"Miss Martian, Doctor Roquette has located the Fog. Reconfigure the Bioship so that Robin and Superboy can pursue." The aforementioned teen boys passed Kate on her way back inside the computer lab.

"Good luck." The blonde smiled slightly at Robin.

"Stay whelmed." Kate rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face growing larger gave her away, "Admit it, it's growing on you."

"In your dreams, Bird Boy." Robin only smirked at the blonde and turned on his heel, running to catch up with Superboy.

"You got that right Goldie." KF muttered as Kate, in a visibly better mood, hopped up onto the counter that ringed the room.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kate looked at the speedster confused, the red-head only shook his head with a look in his eye that screamed, "I know something you don't." And it was slowly starting to piss her off again.

"Nothing, never mind." Kate only pursed her lips and leaned back against the wall behind her while crossing her arms over her stomach.

After some time in relative silence, KF decides to stand outside the door, like a bouncer to a club and Artemis and Miss M start talking again.

"You embarrassed Superboy." Miss M accused, annoyed.

"Didn't hear him say that." Artemis fired back.

"Must you challenge everyone?"

"Where I come from, that's how you survive." Kate tensed slightly in front of the Doctors desk, Aqualad noticed but didn't say anything. That was another thing Kate could relate to with Artemis.

Kate could feel it in her gut that something bad was going to happen, and low and behold not even five minutes later, Aqualad is jumping in front of a projectile aimed for the Doctors head.

"Get down Doc!" Kate ordered, standing in front of the older blonde as a woman with dark hair and a creepy mask on her face ran into the room. An assassin sent by the Shadows.

Aqualad jumped in front of the two blondes as two more throwing stars were launched at them and imbedded themselves into his arm. "Mm, that had to hurt."

"Atlantean skin is quite dense." The assassin attacked Aqualad, who uses his waterbearers to block her twin sais.

"And my shuriken are quite poisonous." The assassin replied, Kate cursing under her breath and letting her annoyance of Aqualad treating her like she was fragile and couldn't take a hit fade. Now only worried for her leader and friend.

"M'gann, Kid, Artemis, we are under attack in the computer lab!"

Kate pulled out her batons and started to attack the assassin with Aqualad, hearing the confirmation from Artemis that back up was coming, but not able to respond as the assassin landed a kick to Kate's side and knocking her down before jumping at Aqualad and wrapping her legs around his neck and twisting to take him down. Throwing one of her blades with deadly precision, Aqualad knocking it off course just enough with a water whip to make it miss it's mark by a fraction.

Kate was up quickly and back in front of the doctor.

"Almost, poison slowing you down?" The assassin and Aqualad struggled for the upper hand, Kate prepping a scream as a last resort, knowing it would probably take out this part of the building as well as the assassin. Her powers had been stressed as a "break glass" option only to her by Aqualad for this mission.

"Jelly fish toxin, I'm largely immune." The assassin headbutted Aqualad and knocked him down.

"largely?" She raised her blade and Kate was about to lunge at the creepy mask lady when the sais was knocked out of her hand by an arrow. Artemis's arrow.

"Don't. Move." The archer ordered, distracting the assassin just long enough for Aqualad to get back up and to have Kate move to his side, fists up and ready to throw a killer right hook.

"This gigs' getting interesting." The assassin chuckled and whipped out a foldable sword. Artemis started firing arrow after arrow, only to have them all cut in half or sliced mid-air as KF and Miss M finally showed up. And helped Kate and Aqualad form a barrier around the Doctor.

"Maybe a little too interesting." She threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared.

"She's getting away! You're letting her get away!" Doctor Roquette yelled at Aqualad and Kate.

"This is all your fault! You were on perimeter, how'd that Shadow get in?!" Kid Flash yelled at Artemis, Kate pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance at everything that had just gone down and is continuing to blow up right in front of her.

They had just gotten into a good place, where they really felt like a team, but now with a new member throwing things into chaos.... It was way too much to be dealing with on such an intense mission.

"Wasn't just her that missed things." Kate referenced herself, once again coming to Artemis's defense.

"Yeah, that's not really fair, I was outside too." Miss M added to Kate's statement. It was all very "sister solidarity".

"Outside... being distracted by her!" KF found an avenue to bring it back around on the blonde archer making Kate glare at the speedster. "Besides, I can't be mad at you."

"You gave me mouth to mouth." KF wasn't as good as keeping his own thoughts out of the mind link as Kate and the others were.

"We heard that." The team chorused making Kid groan and walk away.

"I didn't do half as well on my first battle, and I know you can't have been Green Arrow's sidekick for very long." Miss M tried to comfort the archer, in true M'gann fashion.

"Focus everyone, the shadows will be back." Aqualad ordered, getting the teams attention and pulling them back on mission.

"Robin to Aqualad, we're over Philadelphia. We've located the Shadows target, we're too late." Robin's voice came over the comms, Kate cursing internally at the news. "It's destroyed, totally destroyed. The Fog decimated it."

"This is bad," Kate muttered, gaining the attention of the room, "STAR Labs is cutting edge tech and science. And now-"

"And now their secrets are in the hands of the enemy." Robin interrupted, sounding just as pissed off as Kate. "What's our next move?"

Aqualad looked to the Doc, "Re-scan for that Fog, find it. We're moving the Doctor."

~~*~~

"You sure it's a good idea leaving the old married couple to watch her?" Kate asked the Atlantean beside her.

"Maybe not, but your powers are not meant for indoor use." Aqualad had a point, underground or close quarters were historically not smart places to use a sonic scream, which is why Canary trained her as hard as she did. Because not every fight is going to be out in the open or primarily long-range attack centered. "You are better utilized in this leg of the plan."

Aqualad paused and looked to the kind of community center building from his and Kate's positions across the street.

"Stop it both of you." He ordered, sounding fed up with their childish bullshit.

"What?" Artemis and Wally replied offended. Kate huffed and rolled her eyes.

"We can hear you glaring." Aqualad jerked his head to the side, telling her silently it was time to play their part. The two took off into the forested area behind them, and crouching behind a tree for cover.

"Miss Martian, stay in camouflage mode and make a wide perimeter sweep." Kate had to fight back the cringe at how loud Aqualad had said that, but she kept on guard, knowing it was all part of the plan.

A rustle was heard a fraction of a second before Kate and Aqualad were yanked up into the tree by sticky webs. The two fighting against the Shadow and were thrown out of the foliage, Aqualad grabbing Kate and taking the force of being thrown into a van parked on the side of street and falling to the sidewalk.

"Thanks." Kate said breathlessly as they both stood up quickly. The blonde spotting the purple clad assassin fly through the air and land in front of them, Aqualad getting knocked down by an attack from behind while the web guy tried to get Kate.

She let herself get tied up and fell, hitting her head, and "Passing out".

"The Martian could return any second, and I'm not keen on evening the odds. We end Roquette. Now." The assassins left and Aqualad and Kate got up, looking at each other with matching smirks before getting up and going to the place where they had actually stashed to doctor.

~~*~~

Aqualad paced slowly by the windows and Kate stood next to Roquette.

"I've almost got it!" Kate took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins like her own personal drug. Which only heightened when a loud thump came from the ceiling.

"We've got company!" Aqualad told the Doc, looking to the ceiling just like Kate had done.

"Any day now Doc." The blonde muttered, pulling out her batons and prepping for a fight.

"Uploading now, and you said you'd protect me. You both did." Kate really wanted to smack the doctor. Like a lot. Before she could ask herself if that made her a bad hero a metal ball rolled into the room.

"Oh shi-" it released a cloud of smoke and Kate got into a defensive stance, Aqualad pulling out his waterbearers and turning them into swords.

"No matter what, protect the doctor." Aqualad ordered before turning around quickly and taking three darts to the chest, Kate pushed Roquette behind her and backed up as the creepy mask assassin jumped down from a square in the ceiling.

"Let's test the immunity of your jelly fish immunity, shall we?" The assassin glanced over to Kate, "And maybe see how much the birdie can take. That should be interesting."

Aqualad blinked hard and shook his head to regain his bearings and rushed at the assassin. Kate following orders as much as she hated standing back and letting Kaldur do all the heavy lifting for the moment.

Kate gripped her batons tighter when the assassin took down Kaldur with only a couple hits, the toxin obviously weakening the Atlantean.

"There, limit tested, now..." The dark-haired woman turned to the two blondes. Blink and you'd miss the assassin throwing darts at the teen, Kate's reflexes really saving her ass and the doctor. Pushing Roquette out of the way and hitting the darts out of the air without really knowing how she did that.

"Holy-" Kate almost laughed but the assassin was on her once they realized her darts hadn't hit their target. "Fu-" Kate reacted, throwing up her batons, crossed over the other like an x. Blocking the shuriken and their poison.

Kate didn't wait to react again, needing to put the battle on her terms, needing to get the assassin away from the doctor and outside. Where Kate could hopefully light her up with a sonic blast. Kate's boot met the woman's stomach and knocked her to the ground. The woman caught herself though. Rolling back and into a three point stance.

Kat acted in the split second that the assassin threw more assumedly poisoned projectiles, rolling to the ground and throwing one of her batons in response. The woman standing slowly, Kate matching her pace. The woman laughed.

"Your aim could use some work."

Kate just smirked and held out her hand in an open position. Her baton came back, called by the magnets in her gloves, but not without pegging the woman in the back of the head. It was then that Kate started to feel whoosy. Bringing up a heavy hand to her exposed cheek her fingers came a way with red coating them.

Kate's world started to tip, and she went with it.

"That's disappointing, I thought you'd be able to handle more, anyway...It's time for my appointment doctor." The assassin said darkly, turning her sights to the big fish she came for.

The blonde teen seeing blurry figures, one pushing the other to the floor, a glint of something, labored breathing, muffled words. Nothing solid, like she was underwater, it was constantly shifting. Kate wasn't someone to give in though, pushing herself up shakily and stumbling after the blurry green shape she could barely register as the assassin.

Being forced back into the wall of the building when a small explosion and smoke filled the air. The shock bringing the world back into minimal focus, recognizing Artemis standing on the other side of the assassin with her bow drawn.

"Don't move a muscle."

"Wow, I am completely at your mercy." The assassin taunted, her mask on the ground, but her back to Kate so the only person who could see her face was the archer.

"You." Artemis gasped quietly.

"I suppose now is when you bring me to Justice? Let your new friends interrogate me? I don't think the bird is gonna make it much longer though, not with the stuff I shot her with. Quite disappointing really, I didn't even get to hear her scream." Artemis shot a cautious yet worried look to Kate, who was barely on her feet. "I do wonder though, if your position is secure enough to survive them learning everything I know."

Kate, in the back of her poison fogged mind could put the puzzle pieces together that this was Artemis's sister, the League of Shadows assassin, she had been told about. But she couldn't remember her name for the life of her. Her brain refusing to work like it should as things started to get fuzzy again, her knees giving out.

Smoke filled her senses and she started to cough just as Doctor Roquette and Aqualad came out of the café.

"Artemis, where is the assassin?" His eyes fell to a basically passed out Kate leaned against the building, holding back a sigh of exasperation. The blonde was most likely injured. Again. Why this kept happening was a mystery to everyone on the team.

"She uh, she got away." The blonde teen archer spoke dejectedly.

"Oh! From you? Big surprise!" KF zoomed up beside her as she walked away. "Notice, we got ours." Miss Martian hovered mid-air behind him telekinetically holding Black spider and Hookman above the ground.

The speedster looks to the ground and saw the other assassin's mask by Kate's feet, rushing to the blonde's side and picking up the mask. "Cool, souvenir! Hey GF, come on sleeping beauty, time to wake up."

"Her mask? Did- did you see her face?" Aqualad asked as he took out the darts imbedded in his chest, KF still trying to wake up Kate and getting increasingly more worried about her. Robin would kill him if she got seriously injured again while he was around.

"It was dark." Artemis said defensively, her back facing the team.

"It is fine, Robin and Superboy were able to neutralize the fog, and Dr. Roquette is safe, Thanks in no small part to you," Artemis turned to look at the group assembled in front of the internet café, "Welcome to the team."

KF hung back with Kate as Kaldur and Miss M went up to the conscious blonde. The Atlantean shaking her hand and the Martian laying a green hand on her shoulder.

"I've always wanted a sister. Here on earth, I mean, I have twelve back on mars. But trust me, it's not the same. Now I have two."

"I wouldn't know but, thanks."

KF let Doctor Roquette have a look at Kate as he walked up to Artemis. Miss Martian elbowing him in the side when he didn't say anything, Doctor Roquette helping the younger blonde up to her feet behind them.

"Yeah, welcome," he muttered unenthusiastically, about to bring up Goldfinch needing medical attention when Doctor Roquette did it for him.

"Uh, excuse me, she needs help." The four team members looked to the struggling pair of blondes and Aqualad instantly went on high alert when he saw the blood trickling down Kate's cheek. Rushing up to her and holding her head in his hands. Neck doing nothing to hold up its weight on its own, earning a low groan from the fourteen year old, sweeping her limp body up into his arms and turning to the team.

"We need to get back to the cave now."

~~*~~

"How are you feeling?" Aqualad asked the blonde laying on the scratchy bed in the medical bay.

"Fine," Kate smirked a little at Aqualad unamused face. "Really I'm alright." The blonde reassured, letting her smirk drop into a neutral look of exhaustion.

"I'm glad to hear that. I hate to ask this so soon after you've woken up but-"

"You wanna know if I saw the assassin's face," Kate sighed quietly, rolling her head to the side and lazily looking at the Atlantean, "What did Artemis say?"

Unbeknownst to either of the teens in the med bay a certain blonde archer stood just outside with her ear pressed to the door.

"She said it was too dark." Aqualad answered carefully, slightly suspicious of why Kate would want to know what Artemis had said.

"There's your answer, I could barely see my own hand in front of my face, it was all just a big blob." Aqualad nodded neutrally before giving the blonde a small smile, placing a hand on her arm.

"I am happy you are okay; the other's will be as well. Robin was almost panicked when we told him and Superboy of your condition." The Atlantean smirked at how flushed Kate's face got.

~~*~~

Artemis, after a long night with an even longer wait at the cave to see if Kate was going to be okay, finally Zeta's home. The bright light fading as she exits the phony broken phone booth, feeling eyes on her and knocking an arrow, pulling back and aiming it at the person creeping up on her.

"Step into the Light. Now." The teen archer ordered.

It was Red Arrow.

"Nice move." Roy patronized as he walked closer, making it clear he didn't see her as any kind of threat. "Almost made me believe you are Green Arrow's niece, but we both know you're not," Artemis narrowed her eyes at the correct accusation, "Still, I'm sure GA, Bats, Canary, and Goldfinch have a reason for lying. Though how they got Goldfinch to trust you at all is a complete mystery to me, so... your cover's safe. But I warn you, do not hurt my friends."

With that he walked away.

~~*~~

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So, reader is a huge softy that has many talents in various carework, for bots and kids. They are hired as the new Daycare Assistant/Handler and/or jack-of-all-trades for the Pizzaplex and the first interaction they have with any of the bots is respectful and kind. Reader has no judgement on them for not being human and considers them just as much a person as anyone else.

This includes every Staff bot they meet. They call them by their serial code (Hey there, M-1056!) or a nickname if they know them well enough. They help any Staff bot they see when the bot can't do it by themselves, with prior consent ofc. Getting magnets unstuck to them, helping clean up with them, even helping Map-bot with handing out maps. So, when some parent that isn't listed on the pickup list starts yelling at the reader and getting aggressive towards the increasingly uncomfortable Reader, the Staff bots are...displeased. Their AI isn't as developed as the glamrocks or the daycare attendant, but that is their friend. Their honorary handler. So, imagine the shock when some of the staff bots did their best to push the aggressive parent back from Reader and get Reader to safety. Security flashlight beams into their eyes, mop tripping them over, the works. After everything, the Reader is just so happy because "I didn't expect to gain such good friends!"

You can add whatever other bots that react to it happening in front of them/told to them later, but I'd like Sun's and Moon's reaction if you could. Thank you.

It was late in the evening when the Attendant needed some extra help cleaning up Superstar Daycare. But lucky for him, you were working tonight and provided him with some STAFF bots to assist.

You didn’t exactly program them to do that, but rather asked them politely. Of course it was their duty as janitors, guards, and many other things, though you still treated them as if you would the Glamrocks or any other advanced animatronic.

Your respect towards robots goes beyond the superstars of the Plex--that especially included the STAFF bots.

Because of this, you became the sort of “jack of all trades” handler. From helping a Glamrock get ready for a birthday party to assisting a Map Bot who’s passing out maps by elevator....you could do it all.

Sure, the STAFF bots didn’t have very eccentric personalities or voices, nor were they configured to have complex thoughts or emotional processes. But they all seemed to enjoy your presence--getting tasks done for you faster, saying “thank you” for helping them out of sticky situations, and more.

Some coworkers didn’t know why you cared so much about those “blank slate” bots, considering they replaced a majority of their friends and colleagues. Though nobody ever got on your case about it.

Even management noticed how you’ve kept them in tip-top shape, helping the company cut back on repair and/or replacement costs.

It turns out they needed you more than you needed them.

So you were quite content with your role.

In the daycare tonight, you had a few Mop Bots and a pair of Security Bots to sweep the place while you stayed at the security station, looking over the pickup list on the computer and finding only one child remained on it. She was with Sun, who would keep her entertained with a puppet show while waiting for her parent to arrive.

Soon enough, someone did and approached your desk. 

“Hi, I’m here to pick up my daughter.”

Looking up, you smiled at them. “Good evening. May I just have your name, please?”

They told you exactly that, but much to your confusion..the name they gave didn’t match what was on the list. You checked the date and sure enough, it was today’s, so you were looking at the correct one.

“Ah, unfortunately I have a completely different name listed here.” You told them, seeing their slight frown. 

“Really? I could’ve sworn I gave it to that stupid grinning robot...” Their eyes flickered to Sun. “Unless it glitched and changed it entirely.”

You noticed he was silent now, staring over at you both. While you didn’t take too kindly to this person calling him “stupid”, you stayed calm. “I can assure you that’s not possible. Our Daycare Attendant has the highest level of security and protects the data of all visitors-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I don’t need you to explain it to me. Can I just get my kid over there?” They huffed, suddenly having a thin amount of patience. “It’s a school night and I got here late, so I’m kinda in a rush.”

“Sure thing, could you just confirm her name for me?”

And they did just that, too, but you were still adamant about releasing them to this person. Glitches that completely changed somebody’s name in the daycare’s database simply didn’t happen. 

So you decided to ask them one more question to be sure. “And for safety reasons, may I also ask what school she goes to?”

They immediately looked at you with disgust, caught off-guard. “Why? Do you need to know every little thing about her? Does this place need her blood type, too?” They sneered.

“...no, but every parent is given a form to fill out, and they’re required to include their child’s school.” You pointed out. “I would assume you did that when you dropped her off today.” 

“.....ohh, uh..I-I’m actually just a family friend.” They abruptly changed their entire story, looking a little nervous as they did so. “Her parents asked me to pick her up so I didn’t sign any form.”

You just stared at them like they were the dumbest person on the planet. Did they seriously think you’ll believe that?

As uncomfortable as you were, you tried to stay calm. “I’m sorry but your name isn’t listed anywhere on the child’s emergency contact list, so I can’t release her to-”

“God what is this, Fort Knox?!!” They suddenly snapped. “I didn’t drive all the way to this shitty place just for you to hold her hostage!! Just call her goddamn parents and they’ll be able to tell you!”

You flinched slightly. Even Sun and a few STAFF bots began looking back your way, though you did your best to get this guest out of here asap. You’ve rarely dealt with irate parents, so your nerves were getting worked up. “Hey, there’s no need to use that language in the daycar-”

“Sorry. It’s just....look, I get it,” they huffed. “This company has a history of kidnappings and shit, but you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“..and it’s for that exact reason that I can’t let you leave with her. You telling me you’re her parent, and then a family friend is just a little suspicious. You can’t be both-”

“Jesus..am I gonna have to snatch her from that robot myself?! I see why they replaced you all with those stupid machines..they wouldn’t give me all this crap!”

At this point, your hands were growing shaky as you reached for the security button. This person was clearly attempting a kidnapping, only getting angry because they got caught in a lie.

Meanwhile, Sun was extremely concerned over the aggressive guest, especially since the little girl didn’t seem to know that person at all. At that point, he was ready to let Moon take over so he could deal with this “parent” himself.

Though before any of that could happen, he noticed all the STAFF bots in the play area suddenly cease their duties, making their way over to you.

Now that they were more in-tune with human emotions, they could sense your discomfort and the guest’s growing hostilities. And seeing you being harassed was..displeasing to witness.

You were their friend. Their handler. You treated them all with the utmost respect.

You didn’t deserve anything less than that.

So they came to the rescue, as a Security Bot tapped the guest on the shoulder and spoke in a rather annoyed monotone voice. “Hello, friend. Profanity and aggression towards staff are against our rules-”

“Don’t touch me you-!!”

But as the stranger turned around to scream at the bot next, they were met with a bright light shining directly in their eyes. They yelled in slight pain, going completely blind for a moment as they backed away from your desk.

Then a Mop Bot positioned themselves behind them and “accidentally” stuck out their broom too far, making them trip and fall onto the mat, sending some party canister crashing down.

“OW! Son of a--what’s wrong with your damn robots?!” They shouted in panic, getting up and rubbing their eyes right as two more Security Bots took them by the arms. “HEY! Let go!! This is j-just a misunderstanding, alright?! I-I didn’t mean to shout at your employee!”

They looked to you, hoping you could give them another chance. But you simply smiled and waved as they were forcefully escorted out of the daycare.

Only when the large doors slammed shut did you breathe a sigh of relief.

‘Thank god that’s over..’

“Are you alright, [y/n]?”

Looking to the Security Bot now standing by you, you smiled and nodded. You couldn’t believe they came to your defense so quickly--without even being ordered to. “I am now. Thank you, S-0032.”

“Head of security has been notified. This guest will be permanently banned. Effective immediately.”

“Amazing..I’ve never seen them be so..protective before.”

You saw Moon jump onto the desk, gazing down at you curiously. But his smile seemed a lot bigger now. “I got a mess to clean up..but I’ll let you slide. Just this once.” He wagged a finger at the bot, before leaping away to attend to other matters.

In the meantime, you just laughed, seeing a Mop Bot approach you as well.  “I didn’t expect to gain such good friends. That was a great one, M0-1056.”

“Always happy to help, [y/n].” They nodded respectfully.

Even though neither of them could smile, you had a feeling they would be if it were possible.

[ddejavvu]

Eddie x reader where reader has chronic tummy issues (puking randomly in the middle of the night for no damn reason) but it’s one of her biggest fears even though she should be used to it, Eddie comforts her every time she calls out for him no matter what bc his girl needs him ofc

cw // throwing up

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You're not sure what's worse, pre-puke, or post-puke. Pre-puke has you waking up in a cold sweat, bolting upright and out of bed to dash for the bathroom. Pre-puke is your stomach churning, bile rising in your throat that seems to choke you. Post-puke, though, has you sobbing over the toilet bowl, flecks of sick dotting the rim, a nasty taste lingering on your tongue.

The one good thing about post-puke is Eddie. You drearily call out for him, though the word is garbled as you speak without closing your mouth. You don't want to taste any more of your dinner, not for a second time.

"Ed-die!" You repeat, tears joining the sick in the toilet, "Eddie please come here!"

That rouses him. For someone who so often needs assistance in the middle of the night, you've chosen an unusually heavy sleeper to ask for assistance from.

You can hear a thud as he rolls out of bed, limbs working to untangle himself from the covers instead of catch him as he falls. He jogs into the doorway, gruff, sleep-ridden voice telling you that he's 'comin', sweetheart, 'm comin'.'

He reaches you in a few quick steps across the tile, and his feet stick slightly to the floor. His hands are clammy too when they sweep over your forehead, collecting baby hairs that aren't already tied up in your sleep updo. he tucks the wispies behind your ears, keeping them free of the toilet bowl.

"All done?" He asks, his free hand rubbing circles on your back. You're sure the stench of your vomit is as unpleasant to him as it is to you, but you don't want to flush it down if more is going to come up right away.

"'Dunno," You grumble, sniffling miserably, "I don't feel better."

"Alright," His voice is strained as he lowers himself to the floor, tattoos on full display as his chest remains bare and unclothed, "You wanna snooze?"

He offers his shoulder, but you shake your head.

"I can't," You whimper, tears budding like pearls in your eyes, "I- I can't sleep, Eddie, I'm just gonna wake up sick again and it's scary!"

"I know," He croons, his voice progressively less raspy as he uses it more, "I know, sweetheart. Let's wait, then. Let's wait until your stomach starts settling, okay? Then we can talk about sleeping."

"Okay," You resign, but the lingering fear of slumber still resides in your chest like a monster, lurking in the shadows to jump out at any moment. Your thumbs twiddle with each other and Eddie reaches for them, tucking your hair securely into place before letting it go. His hand, calloused and rough, grates against your own with a soft, warm touch. He leaves a trail of comfort wherever he touches, dragging his fingers up your arm and rubbing at a knot in your shoulder. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he reaches up to kiss it away, neck craned to press his lips against the apple of your cheek.

You feel bad for keeping him up. His eyes are half-closed, sleep crusting their corners. He never accepts your apologies, though, and if you try now he'll send you a goofy grin and tell you it's just more time he gets to spend with you. You choose to take serenity from his presence, instead of harboring guilt, and let the pads of his fingers erase your worries with every soft knead into your flesh.

"Any better?" He asks, a few minutes' silence shattering in the bathroom.

"A bit," You nod, focusing on the receding ache in your belly. He's standing the second you make the move to, joints cracking as he straightens.

"Toothbrush," He squirts a dollop of paste onto the brush, handing it to you while it drips with faucet water. While you're busy brushing the sick out of your mouth he takes care of what's in the toilet, flushing it away with a quick baby wipe to the seat. When your limbs prove too tired to move you back to bed he dabs at the toothpaste at the corners of your lips and hauls you away. You let yourself sink into his embrace only to be ripped from it when he sets you down on the mattress, but at your soft, displeased whine, he clamors onto the bed. He tucks the blanket over the both of you, lips dotting a kiss to your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," He bids you for a second time that night, punctuating his words with a feather-light pat to your belly and tummy-talk, "And no more, you little shit."

[heeee-hoooo]

SAGAU: 4 More or Less Pt 3

Warning: swear words, two trucks by lemon demon is mentioned

Reverse isekai time yall!!!!

Characters: Fischl, Bennett, Noelle

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to be honest, you’re a lot less surprised than you were expecting

‘characters from your favorite franchise pop out of the game/show/movie and into the real world, hijinks ensue’…

.. you feel like you’ve read this before

your friends? unsurprisingly not as chill as you

“SOMEONE SLAP ME I MUST BE DREAMING” “gladly—” “____ don’t.”

Fischl

depending on who’s the most into roleplay or dnd, they’d be the closest to Fischl

ya’ll this girl would absolutely love larping and cosplay

I imagine she’d first find out about it when you and your friends get ready for a cosplay and dnd convention (which I plan on writing properly)

“Oh great creators, I request thou may give thy Prinzessin more of this bubble te- Uhm.. am I interrupting something?”

they’d, of course, bring her along and tell her alllll about it

and lemme tell you, first day of the con, she’s already hooked

and within days, lo and behold! she becomes a regular cosplayer and the resident tumblr girl

you might wanna save up a bit more for tickets

Bennett

right off the bat, you hear a plate break in the kitchen

most of you rush to see what happened

aaand Bennett is frantically trying to sweep all of it out of the way while apologizing

ofc, you can’t be m a d at him

so u just help him bring the bowls to Noelle so she can make her pancakes :D

he’d be a bit bummed out bcuz of the lack of adventuring areas

I imagine he’d like korean bbq tho

whether you decide you all go out to eat, or you decide to make the food at home, he’d absolutely love how easy it was to cook it himself!

even with a few burns here or there, he’d still rate it at least 8/10

don’t give him any soy sauces with chilis tho

his absolute favorite thing though? online rpgs ofc

adventuring entirely other worlds??? without any hurt????? sign this precious boy up!

all in moderation ofc, he still loves exploring irl

I imagine he’d think of it as a break from the hurt

he always runs out of stamina tho :(

Noelle

SWEET BABY NOELLE—

she would try to do everything for you

laundry, cooking, cleaning, you name it

“as a token of gratitude for letting them stay” she’d say

she’d be amazed by the washing machine, lets be honest (aren’t we all to an extent??)

I feel like she’d always cook breakfast and some snacks, but that’s about it

anything else and she’d give ya’ll food poisoning /lh

but like, make sure to let her rest every once in a while, y’know?

bby needs her R&R

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@simpagettits (sadly it wouldnt load ur user 😔) @shizunxie

[golden-wingseos]

when they have 'competition'

when someone else is trying to compete for your love.

featuring —

✧ kaeya, xiao, childe, zhongli (separate) x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, zhongli + liyue story spoilers in zhongli's, one swear acronym in zhongli's

notes ―

✧ the way this is my first kaeya piece :sob:

laughs

no seriously. he LAUGHS. hes like "lol what makes this person think they're worthy of your love"

kaeya is mr. CONFIDENT! the grannies love him, you love him. this person has no name compared to HIM!!

he literally is the PERFECT MAN! (besides his mysterious dealings with criminals) compared to this ... GOOD-FOR-NOTHING PUNK!

though if you do begin to show that random person some attention, then he gets a bit worried

he will sweep you off your feet (literally) when you're about to talk to that person. tells you "oh! did you fall for me again?" * wink *

kill him. srs. kill him (actually don't but still)

if that person goes a bit too far for your attention, kaeya will use his super-ultra-mega-brain connections to blackmail kindly tell them to stop

conclusion: kaeya treats it as a joke until the person goes too far

scowls

who is this mortal that dares to steal you from him?!

these generations are getting dumber and dumber!

xiao doesn't do anything, though. he doesn't want to sound pushy or possessive, so he just sits back

and watches

and maybe scares the person off because his gaze alone is terrifying

though... if that person goes too far? hah. funny

let's just say... they didn't go to wangshu inn for a while

"hey, xiao? where'd that person go?"

"who?"

"um... the person who was talking to m—"

"Tch. Puny Mortals and Their Trivial Conversations. I have No Idea™ What You're Talking About."

unlike kaeya, childe takes this matter very seriously.

as the competitive spirit he is, childe does not pass down any opportunity to get his hands dirty and assert dominance! and if that means trashing the flowers that rando gave you in return for his own giant bouquet, so be it!

he does everything that person does, but x2. he takes you out on very obvious dates, he kisses your cheek every five seconds to show everyone who's boss

he thinks it's all fun and games until that person goes too far in getting your attention. when they do that? happy little childe is gone, now it's time for TARTAGLIA, ELEVENTH OF THE ELEVEN FATUI HARBINGERS to shine!

i'll leave what happens up to you to ponder :)

(that person suddenly disappeared off the map! crazy!)

unlike the others (ahem, childe), zhongli is very mature about the whole ordeal

he is old-school, so he still uses the term "courting". he thinks that the other person is trying to court you... so he will just court you better.

zhongli understands that you are not an object, so he will not treat you as one. the other person is gifting you flowers? how sweet! would you like to join him at liuli pavilion for a dinner?

zhongli is more romantic than the others, so he knows just what buttons to press and what to do to make you realize that wow. he's a caliber above them (the random person)

are u kidding? ofc he is!!

zhongli does think it's very ungentlemanly to go too far to catch your attention, though. so once that person does just that, zhongli will go from Hello i am Mr. Zhongli to Hello I am Mf REX LAPIS!

"excuse me, it seems that you have made [name] uncomfortable. kindly, please leave."

and if they don't listen? ah... well... they should :D

"i apologize for my rudeness," zhongli turns to you, smiling, "let us continue our stroll, yes?"