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cheshiresense · 1 year

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Dithered over which pov to write next, figured I’d try Yuzu.

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When Yuzu gets a phone call from Ichigo that they would be having two guests for dinner tonight, she is delighted. In all the years she’s known him, her brother has only ever introduced one person to them as something of a friend. Mizuiro is half a sibling at this point, trusted enough to be around them even when Ichigo isn’t, but before him, and after him, nobody else has ever caught Ichigo’s eye enough to warrant an actual invitation to dine with their family.

“They’re related to ghost stuff,” Ichigo adds bluntly, and Yuzu understands that to mean that these two will at least be tougher than the average yakuza on the street, even if they can’t match up to her brother.

“I understand!” She chirps back cheerfully. “I’ll let Karin know. I can’t wait to meet them!”

Then she hangs up, rolls up her sleeves, and gets to work in the kitchen. No guests of her brother’s will ever accuse them of being ungracious hosts on her watch.

(Karin comes home from soccer practice half an hour later. She laughs, as Yuzu does, when Yuzu tells her of their impending guests.)

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Two hours later, Yuzu is putting the finishing touches on the meal when the sound of the door being unlocked carries through the apartment.

"Welcome home, Onii-chan!" She calls out, plating the last dish before carrying it over to the dining table. "Dinner's ready!"

She can hear Karin leaving their bedroom and coming down the hall on deliberately heavy footsteps. She appears just as Ichigo comes in from the front, Mizuiro a step behind him, with two men bringing up the rear, vaguely middle-aged at first glance, younger at the second, and then just ageless the more you stare.

They're tall, is Yuzu's first thought, but everybody's tall from her perspective. Still, they're taller than Ichigo, especially the one in the very back, and bigger too, even if they've got that same elegant dancer's gait her brother walks with, the one that whispers danger in the hindbrain even to those who don't know what to look for. They're also both blond, one darker than the other, but both with hair that nearly reach their shoulders. One wears modern clothing, the other more traditional, and one is empty-handed while the other carries a cane, but both of them take in the whole room in one calculating sweep that misses nothing. And they're both already smiling politely as they walk in, one with a harmless playful edge, the other with a harmless mysterious air, but both as fake as each other.

Yuzu exchanges a glance with Karin just to check she's not seeing things. Karin gives her the eyebrows that means she's noticed too.

Mizuiro had given off a far less dangerous aura when Ichigo had first brought him home. And he still feels much less threatening than these men now, no matter how much Guest One and Guest Two are probably trying to play it down. But back then, Mizuiro had also come in with sharp eyes and a guileless skin-deep smile, and that at least is exactly the same.

Their big brother sure does have a type. Yuzu sometimes wonders if Ichigo goes out and picks the most suspicious and unsettling people he can find to entertain him, or if he just somehow attracts them with his innate charm.

"My sisters, Karin, and Yuzu," Ichigo introduces without suspense, then jabs a thumb at Mizuiro. "And Mizuiro lives next door but he eats with us when we're here."

Then he gestures at the two men. "This is Hirako Shinji and Urahara Kisuke." He pauses for a brief half-second, and his eyes flash gold in Yuzu's, and Karin's, direction. "Hirako's a bit like me." He pauses again, and a funny half-smile hitches at one corner of his mouth. "They both are actually."

He says nothing else, so Yuzu takes that as her cue to sketch a neat half-bow paired with a bright smile. "Hello! It's nice to meet you!"

Beside her, Karin parrots the motion, if in a more perfunctory manner, but they weren't raised in a cave, so they know how to be courteous.

The men murmur back their own greetings even as their gazes shift back and forth between them and their brother like they're trying to pick up on a second unspoken conversation, but it's not as if there's anything for them to hear either way.

It's just that the introduction was short, names and little else, so Yuzu knows that they're equally untrustworthy, which makes sense because Ichigo couldn't have known them for more than a week or two. But the little else he'd tacked on had been a sign as well— not just that they're like him in some ways, in different ways, but also that Ichigo likes Hirako more than Urahara. Nevertheless, the fact that he'd brought them here at all means that they're interesting enough to make them both tolerable.

Yuzu understands, as does Karin, but they give no indication of it as everyone shuffles around to wash their hands, and Yuzu quickly scoops out a bowl of rice each for everyone in attendance.

"Onii-chan never invites anybody over, so I made a lot of extra food today," Yuzu tells them happily. "Please eat as much as you want!"

"Everythin' looks delicious," The darker blond, Hirako, grins at her, and this time, the expression seems more genuine. At the very least, it gives her a warmer feeling than the other blond, Urahara, who also smiles and trills agreement but radiates more distance than an overseas phone call.

Everyone settles around the dining table, although Mizuiro spares a moment to pull an exaggerated moue of aggrievement. "Never invites anybody over? Have I been forgotten, Yuzu-chan?"

Karin rolls her eyes while Yuzu giggles merrily. "You don't count, Mizuiro-nii-chan. You already eat with us almost every day anyway."

Mizuiro drops the act in favour of a smirk, though he looks pleased too, to be counted as family, as if the novelty of it still hasn't worn off. To be fair, it had taken a whole six months before Ichigo had been willing to leave him in the same vicinity as Yuzu and Karin on their own, and Yuzu knows that being trusted like that by her brother is no small feat.

Conversation drops as everybody begins digging in, and Yuzu lets her gaze drift casually over to their guests as they too pick up their bowls and chopsticks.

It's Urahara she lingers on first because he's the one who lifts his bowl to his mouth, only to stop at the last second, chopsticks poised. His expression doesn't really change, and the lapse only lasts a fraction of a second before he's moving again, smoothly pretending to eat a mouthful before lowering his bowl again, chewing and swallowing thin air masterfully. Even Yuzu only spots it because she's been watching the whole time from behind lowered eyelashes as she grabs some eggplant from one of the vegetable dishes.

She lets her gaze drop completely when she feels the man's eyes move from the food to her and then to Ichigo. Still, she can't quite suppress a pout, although she supposes she can't be too disappointed either since Hirako at least eats a good five bites of his rice before suddenly stiffening, glancing down sharply even as his eyes flicker with the same burnished gold colour that her brother possesses.

Then he looks up, looks at Urahara, looks at her, looks long at Ichigo, and then-

-he laughs. It's a bark of one that echoes with a snarl, except the mirth in it is also entirely genuine, enough for Yuzu to glance up with startled eyes. But the rest of the table does as well, so at least she doesn't stand out. Of course, that doesn't prevent Hirako from grinning at her, all teeth, with a bite that would feel like claws at her throat if not for the fact that it's coloured by something even warmer than when he'd complimented her spread. Appreciation, maybe.

"Is it the rice?" He muses candidly, and then actually eats another bite. "Nah, can't be, it was from the same cooker. It's the bowl, right? Not bad, I can't smell or taste anythin'."

Yuzu blinks and shares another look with Karin, who looks largely bored by the proceedings and hasn't stopped eating. Soccer practice always makes her hungry. But she also shrugs in agreement that Hirako is being sincere, so Yuzu relaxes and looks at her brother next.

Ichigo also hasn't stopped eating, although he isn't shovelling food into his mouth as speedily as Karin is. He swallows, glances leisurely at their guests, then looks back at her. "Not bad. Nothing in the food though?"

Yuzu frowns. "It's the first time you've invited them over, Onii-chan. I didn't want to scare them off."

Also, they're tolerable, and Ichigo even likes one of them, so she'd chosen the mildly poisoned bowls over the severely poisoned ones.

Ichigo just looks amused. "They don't scare easily."

Yuzu pouts again before glancing at their two guests, who are both watching them openly now. Hirako still looks like he's just heard a grand joke, while Urahara seems more than a little bemused, but neither of them feels angry.

Her big brother really is an excellent judge of character.

"You really didn't notice anything at all?" Yuzu asks in earnest, peering at Hirako before squinting at Urahara. "Then how come he did? And did you already shake the poison off?"

Hirako snorts and reaches for the communal chopsticks to swipe another chicken wing. "My... constitution's pretty good at negatin' toxins. And Kisuke's trained for this sort of thing."

Trained? Yuzu stares wide-eyed at Urahara long enough for the man to stop exuding caution and start manifesting awkwardness, which isn't what she wants so she hastily blurts out, "Are you really? So you can identify any poison? But the one I made is an original, so you shouldn't have come across it before."

Urahara stares back at her for a long blank-faced moment, not even bothering to stitch on a smile anymore, and like this, he matches the flat undercurrent of his emotions much better, like ice over water, except the water is the ocean and you don't know how deep it goes or what's waiting underneath.

"Ah," The man finally says, lifting a hand to his hat for a moment and pressing down on it so that his eyes are hidden. Then he looks up again and eyes her like he's seeing her for the first time and is pleasantly surprised by what he's found. "I may not know the exact poison, but I could still tell there was something off. Also, it's plant-based, isn't it?"

He pauses, and then, just like Hirako, he picks up his rice bowl again and swallows a decent mouthful, chewing almost thoughtfully beforehand. "And refined with reiatsu. That's actually more difficult to hide from me. Your technique is clumsy too. Give me an hour and I could probably also tell you the strains you crossed to make it. For now, at the very least, I can say there's definitely wisteria in this."

Yuzu is rendered speechless for a full five seconds. And then she snaps out of it and rounds on her brother with the best puppy eyes in her arsenal. She knows they don't actually work, but Ichigo tends to give in to her when she pulls them out anyway because it means she really wants something. "Onii-chan, you'll invite them back again, won't you? Urahara-san is amazing! I could learn so much if he teaches me!"

Ichigo's eyebrows go up for a moment in a way that speaks of indulgence, but he also glances lazily at Urahara before going back to his food. "Ask him yourself."

Yuzu pulls up short, always slightly stunned whenever her brother refuses her, even when it's not a direct refusal. But generally speaking, if she or Karin wants something enough to ask for it, Ichigo has always been the sort to simply make it happen for them. The only times he's ever refused is when he'd thought it too unnecessary - Karin really shouldn't have asked for a flamethrower for her birthday, it's unwieldy and she can't hide it in her backpack, plus they know how to make Molotov cocktails already anyway, which is almost the same thing - or when he'd considered it important for them to get what they want on their own, usually because it would make for a useful life skill in the future.

Never has it been because of a person.

But for the first time ever, this situation seems to have fallen into that exact category, which... She looks back at Urahara with more curiosity than before. For someone Ichigo only finds tolerable, something about this man has... impressed him? Is that what's going on here? Not even Mizuiro has ever succeeded in that before, so for once, Yuzu has no precedent to draw from.

Well, that doesn't matter right now. The important thing is that Urahara will probably remain in her big brother's life for some time to come, which means-

"Urahara-san!" She shoots to her feet, chair clattering back with the force of it as she bows. "Please teach me more about poisons! It's okay if it's just a little bit, whenever you have time. I promise I'll work hard! And of course, I can pay for the lessons!"

She does some mental tallying. There's a bake sale coming up for her club, and the venue they've chosen is close enough to the Karakura border to attract people from the neighbouring town. If she plays her cards right, some thugs from nearby yakuza groups probably wouldn't mind donating to her cause. Pretty little girls offering pretty little cakes are bound to reel in at least a few idiots.

Of course, she'll have to ask Ichigo to get rid of them afterwards. It's better not to risk putting anything too lethal into a school bake sale, just in case of an accident, so she'll have to stick with upset stomachs at most. Once they've paid up, Ichigo can make them disappear. Those upset stomachs can get really gross, and blood and guts aren't much better if cleanup gets messy, so Yuzu would rather not deal with that part.

Unlike her siblings who don't mind it, Yuzu is unfortunately something of a clean freak. Karin always taunts her about having inherited their father's delicate constitution, and Yuzu can't even refute it, no matter how insulted she feels. It's seriously unfair because she can gut a fish in the kitchen no problem, but human intestines make her gag.

"I-" Urahara starts, jolting her out of her thoughts. The man looks taken aback all over again, and like he's missed a step somewhere. He even feels a bit nervous as he whips out a paper fan of all things, one that hides half his face from view. His gaze bounces between her and her brother, emitting enough anxious vibes that Yuzu suddenly wants to give him an emotional support dog or something. "I'm not sure I would be the... best choice for this sort of thing, Kurosaki-san."

Yuzu is unsure who he's talking to, but just in case it's her, she rearranges her face into the most kicked puppy look of disappointment she's capable of. "Why not? You know your poisons, and it looks like it'll be hard for me to kill you. Onii-chan can only teach me so much, it's not really his area, so I've only been able to trial-and-error it for months now. But I'm a quick learner, and I swear I'll listen to anything you're willing to teach me. Or, is it the money? Just name your price."

Even if she can't come up with it all on her own, she's certain Ichigo will help pay the rest. Honestly, even if it's within her budget, he'll just pour the same amount she shells out back into her bank account. The only reason they have to go in a big circle like this is because Ichigo wants them to learn how to handle money responsibly.

"That's not-" Urahara stops again, then snaps his fan shut, and then all of a sudden, it's like a wall comes up, and everything about him shuts down. He straightens, features as unreadable as the rest of him, and then he turns to Ichigo so that it's unmistakeable who he's talking to this time. "Kurosaki-san, is this really alright?"

Ichigo's basically finished eating at this point. Karin gets up for another bowl of rice. Mizuiro watches them like he's binging one of his romance dramas. And Hirako has his head propped up against one loose fist, eyes half-lidded but intent.

In response, Ichigo only shrugs. "I mean, you can say no. But like she said, I can't teach her much more than I already have, and it's not like she's gonna find a better teacher than you at this point, right?"

"And where did you learn it from?" Urahara asks, grey eyes riveted on Ichigo with the sort of focus that feels like he might've forgotten anyone else even exists.

Ichigo actually quirks a smile, sardonically amused. "Same place I learned everything else."

He doesn't expand on it, keeping the conversation on track instead, much to Yuzu's delight. "Anyway, if you're asking for permission, obviously it's a yes. I wouldn't have let her ask in the first place if I wasn't okay with it. And she's smart. You could do worse for a part-time student."

Urahara remains motionless and unblinking for another few seconds. "...Was this why you invited us for dinner?"

Ichigo shrugs again. "Not really. It's not like I knew you knew poisons. I just thought my sisters should meet you, that's all."

"And why's that?" Hirako interjects, also watching Ichigo with gleaming eyes that never waver. "Cuz ya don't seem the type to let jus' anyone get close to your nearest and dearest."

Ichigo turns to him, and his eyes are fond in a way they very rarely are when aimed at anyone not Yuzu or Karin or Mizuiro. It's not quite on the same level, but it does make it even more obvious that Hirako has her brother's favour.

"I thought it'd be good if they knew a few Shinigami," Ichigo says offhandedly, although judging by the slight stir of surprise from both guests, they hadn't expected he would just come out and say it. Or perhaps they're surprised he's talking about it in front of Yuzu and Karin and Mizuiro? But they're family. Yuzu doesn't know everything about Ichigo, but that's just because she doesn't want to know that much about her brother's life, not because Ichigo wouldn't tell her if she or Karin asks.

"You seem like you might bring trouble to my doorstep one day," Ichigo says, somewhat out of the blue, and all at once, Urahara tugs at his hat again just as Yuzu gets a sense of shifty-eyed discomfort all but waving support lights over the man's head. Hirako sort of feels the same, but in a less... personal way.

So whatever's going on, Urahara's probably the one in charge.

Ichigo seems to sense it too, or he's long guessed it considering his not great feelings for Urahara. Either way, he scoffs, and the light in his eyes says he's annoyed, but not annoyed enough to do something permanent about it. Yet. "Yeah, that's what I thought. So I figured it's better for you to know who you should do your very best to protect if shit goes down around them, because otherwise, I might not even feel like hearing you out. Understand?"

Hirako glances at Yuzu, at Karin, even at Mizuiro, then he turns back to Ichigo, solemn in a way Yuzu hasn't seen since they met, "I understand."

It sounds like a promise.

Ichigo hums, satisfied. Neither of them prods at Urahara for an answer, and Urahara doesn't give one. He feels flat again, like a scrap of paper.

"So like I said," Ichigo continues briskly. "If you wanna teach her, knock yourself out. You can send me the bill."

Yuzu beams at him. Looks like she won't have to waste any cakes.

From his seat, Urahara heaves a sigh, and now he just seems tired and still a bit baffled, but he also finally looks at her again like he's assessing her potential. Yuzu straightens and adopts her best imploring face.

This of all things makes Urahara's mouth twitch, and he even feels amused, except it's the sort of amusement that's all wrapped up in razor-wire mockery. That bit doesn't show on his face of course. Still, Yuzu's fingers suddenly itch with the urge to swap out his bowl with the other one after all.

"So clumsy," The man muses, one finger tapping at the cane leaning against his chair. "...Very well, I suppose I may have a few things I can impart to a budding... chemistry enthusiast. On one condition however. And I don't want money."

He looks at Ichigo again, except he doesn't say anything. Ichigo seems to understand anyway because a grin pulls at his lips, a touch too savage to fit on a human face, and aimed at anyone else, Yuzu knows they wouldn't even have time to pick out a coffin.

Urahara seems to be an exception. It makes Yuzu wonder if he's just that strong, certain in his ability to forever remain stronger than her brother, or if he's simply gambling with his life, and it's Ichigo instead who's decided to be uncharacteristically patient.

She hopes it's not the former, because she has no faith in anyone who thinks themselves capable of staying ahead of her brother forever. But if it's the latter, then maybe she'll have enough time to wheedle out everything Urahara knows of poisons before Ichigo snaps and kills him.

"That seems a bit unbalanced," Ichigo remarks.

Urahara inclines his head, and this time, his voice rings of the same vow that had reverberated in Hirako's earlier. "Upon my blade, my life before your family's, should the worst come to pass."

Ichigo laughs, soft and without humour. "This trouble must be something else. That, or you don’t think your life’s worth all that much. But fine. We'll hash it out tomorrow. Keep your word, and I might even go along with whatever you and your people have been cooking up. But Yuzu gets to bug you for lessons any day of the week from now on."

And once again, between one breath and the next, Urahara trades the gravity for the false affability from before.

It's like watching a performance, Yuzu thinks.

She glances at her brother and watches him watch Urahara, still annoyed, still a bit like he could put a knife through the other's ribs if it wouldn't mean the hassle of mopping blood off the floor.

Ichigo likes Hirako. Yuzu does too, even though they just met not even half an hour ago. There's something about him that makes him approachable and friendly despite the very obvious beast lurking beneath his skin. But that too might be part of the charm because Yuzu's long used to the same thing from her brother. Knowing even just that much, it's not a shock that Ichigo has clicked with him - a fellow monster - in a way he never has even with Mizuiro.

But Urahara is different. Urahara is treated with tolerance only, with irritation and discontent and even derision, on and off. But Yuzu knows that her brother has killed people for a whole lot less than that, and yet here Urahara sits at their family's table while Ichigo looks at him from time to time, tolerant and irritated and discontent and derisive, and he can't stop looking.

She wonders if even her brother is aware of what he's doing.

"I'll leave my number," The man offers, complete with a genial smile. "And you may stop by my shop anytime. Allow me a few days, and I shall have some reading material organized for you."

Yuzu perks up, nods, and finally sits back down, then gets up again to fetch two extra bowls of rice, this time clean of any poison. Hirako snickers but accepts his with a nod. Urahara does the same, with that same winning smile, and then dinner restarts, this time uninterrupted.

Well, who cares if Ichigo is aware or not? He’ll figure it out sooner or later. And besides, it’s all the same in the end— people who push her brother too far will face the consequences, and those who don't will not. That's just the simple truth of it.

But in the meantime, Urahara at least won't be going anywhere, which means Yuzu can finally get some guidance for one of her favourite hobbies, and honestly, that's all she really cares about.

#bleach #myscrap #stunted empathy verse #kurosaki ichigo #kurosaki yuzu #kurosaki karin #hirako shinji #urahara kisuke #kojima mizuiro #this excerpt should be called #no child raised by a monster could possibly be fangless #or normal #and yes ichigo protects his sisters well but also he says the best protection is teaching them how to protect themselves #and the twins just extrapolated from there b/c they may be softer compared to ichigo but that's not rly saying much #anyway yes yuzu and karin have their own little abilities #they're not as strong as ichigo but they have their ThingTM #yuzu's very good at sensing emotions tied up in someone's reiryoku #also kind of obsessed with poison #as she once told her big brother: making poison is just extreme cooking #ichigo didn't rly mean to raise her like this but it's the niche she's growing into and she owns it #and ichigo doesn't see a problem with that #you should encourage your kids' hobbies after all #also lmao this may end up kisuke/ichigo/shinji instead

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rachalixie · 8 months

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hey, i got this ticket? it says “one free cute jisung thought because i said so”. can i cash it in?

a/n: anything for you <3 (gn!reader, jisung fluff, alcohol mention but it's up to you to decide if they have been drinking or not). also i did not proofread this. sorry.

11:59 pm.

you glance at your phone for a moment, clicking it off and returning your attention to the girl enthusiastically telling a story across the room. and you wait. and wait, for what seems like several minutes.

you glance at your phone again, and -

12:00 am.

how has it only been one minute? your friend, your trusted ride for the evening, was slamming down another glass of wine and giggling into her glass in a way that indicated that she should not be behind the wheel.

you wanted to go home. you wanted to go home right now, but that meant that you had to walk the three blocks to your apartment alone, at midnight.

was that a risk you were willing to take? as you looked around the room at the people growing increasingly more drunk by the minute, you decided that yes, you were willing to take it. no one noticed as you walked out of the room into the foyer, your friend didn’t take out her phone when you texted her that you were leaving and that she was not allowed to drive herself home, not a single head turned when you walked out of the door and closed it with a soft click.

or so you thought.

you didn’t make it three steps away from the building before you felt a presence behind you, approaching quickly, and you ball your hand into a fist in preparation for an encounter that you really didn’t want to deal with. your hand falls to your side when you realize that it was jisung, your friend and neighbor and, to your embarrassment, the man you were totally head over heels in love with. the man who you spent all evening avoiding, the image of him sitting next to someone else, pressed against their side, burning in your eyes when you close them. the man who was the real reason why you left.

“where are you going?” he says, slightly breathless from how he had rushed out after you.

“none of your business,” you quirk an eyebrow up at him, absolutely not endeared by the way his cheeks puff out with the breath he holds in before sighing out. “i’m going home, you can go back. i’m okay.”

“well, let me walk you back,” he matches your stride as you turn back towards the sidewalk. “i was about to leave anyways.”

“why?” a spark of annoyance tingles up your spine and you tamper it down. “you think i can’t defend myself?”

“well, no, i know you can,” his eyes flicker down to your hands for a moment. “but do you want to be in a position where you have to?”

and the truth was, you didn’t. the annoyance fizzles out and you realize that you’re grateful for his presence by your side, a warm welcome against the cool night air. if there was anyone whose company you would never deny, it was his, even if you put on a front. your hands brush against each other’s as you walk in comfortable silence, each touch lighting a fire inside of you.

he walks on the end of the sidewalk closest to the street, and despite there being no cars out this late you find the gesture sweet. you imagined that if he was wearing a jacket that he would offer it to you - you wished he would offer you his hoodie, if only so you could keep it.

“well,” you rest your hand on the doorknob, sighing at its familiarity after a long day. “this is me.”

“okay,” he falters, taking a step closer to you and running a hand through his hair. your eyes catch on a vein trailing up his wrist to his hand and you don’t realize you’ve been staring for maybe too long until he clears his throat. “i was wondering - and please let me know if i got the wrong idea but. can i come in?”

“you spent all evening next to someone else,” you’re a little confused, a little more angry, and very caught off-guard. “and now you’re asking to come into my home? what are you playing at?”

“so it worked?” he smiles, a bit bashful as the blood rushes to the top of his cheekbones. “i wasn’t sure if it would, i saw it in a movie once. make them jealous and you’ll know if they like you back by how they react, right?”

you blink at him. one moment passes, and then the next, in shocked silence. his gaze on you is unwavering, slow blinks of his eyes a tell of the passing time. his eyes are burning on you, you feel so utterly exposed in front of him and -

“god, you’re stupid,” you blurt out, a laugh made up of relief, surprise, and embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. “i can’t believe i like a fucking loser.”

“so, you do like me then?” his smile turns into a full grin, and you can’t help but think that satisfaction looks way too good on his face. instead of answering, you swing the door open and pull him inside by the collar.

you’ll show him satisfaction.

and then they have sex and get married yeah.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids #skz fluff #jisung fluff #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff

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missgryffin · 8 months

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lying in wait

Randomly listened to some Hamilton over the weekend, ended up with "Wait For It" stuck in my head, and wrote this in a couple hours today. I think it's angst, but with a nice dash of crack? Idk 😅 But I hope it makes you smile! 🫶 below + AO3

November 3, 1981

The cottage is silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hall, and it’s already pitch dark, with only the faint glow of street lamps and budding moonlight shining in through rain-slicked windows.

Lily draws up her knees to her chest where she sits on the sofa, peering mindlessly into blurry windowpane. She doesn’t remember the last time she walked aimlessly down a road, or went into a shop. Sometimes, on stormy autumn nights like this, she wonders if she ever will again.

Footsteps tumble down the stairs, then come to an abrupt halt.

“Lil?” She can see his shadowed outline, one hand in his hair. “You just…sitting in the dark?”

She shrugs, though he probably can’t see, and asks, “Harry went down alright, then?”

James chuckles to himself as he crosses the room, picking his way around the furniture until he drops onto the sofa next to her. “After reading every book twice and playing the Snitch game for thirty minutes…yes.” He leans closer, grinning. “Our son is asleep.”

She rests a hand on his scruffy cheek. “It’s only supposed to be ten minutes of the Snitch game,” she teases him.

“I know,” James sighs. “But he asked for ten more.”

Lily snorts. “What, and then ten more after that?”

He throws his hands weakly in his lap. “Wha—am I supposed to say no to the kid? He looks just like me!”

She falls into him, a laughing heap, and for a moment, they simply giggle deliriously together. It’s nice. It’s normal. Or at least a sliver of it.

James cuddles her into him, and Lily breaths him in. They’ve lost so many over the few years since Hogwarts, but they still have each other. She clings on to that, to him.

“I love you,” she says into his chest.

He kisses the top of her head. “I love you, too.”

A stretching silence; a heavy sigh. “It’s his birthday.”

“I know,” James murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Lily peels herself off his chest and swings a leg over his lap, sitting with her arms looped around his neck. How many conversations have they had over the years while sitting just like this? How many more will they get?

“He said he’d be in touch by today.” Her mind won’t stop racing. “What if this was a bad id—”

“It wasn’t,” James cuts her off. “Besides.” A heavy sigh. “It was…our only idea.”

“Do you think…” She pauses, plays with his hair. “Do you think we…did the right thing?”

He sits up straighter, pulling her closer against him. “You’re the only two people in my life I know I can trust completely,” he says. “So yeah, I think we did.”

There’s no use rehashing it again; they’ve done that enough. Yes, he now has a target on his back, but it’s not like he wasn’t already a target before. No, it couldn’t have been anyone else—not Albus, who knows more than he’s saying; not Remus, whom Albus and Sirius both suspect; and not Peter, who’s been looking exhausted and strung-out from the night-shift reconnaissance he’s been assigned. Yes, he had to leave. And no, it wasn’t cowardly to do so.

Granted, that last bit had taken a not insignificant amount of convincing (damned Gryffindor), but he eventually came around to their idea. Staying around in England with Voldemort sure to be onto him was certain death. But why not take advantage of being top of Voldemort’s mind? Why make it easy, when instead he could make it hard? Give the Order a leg up? Let them use him (or rather, the idea of him) as bait to lure and manipulate all the Death Eaters looking for him, and maybe even root out the spy in the process? And really, if anyone was going to lead Voldemort on a wild goose chase, setting traps and lying in wait, who better than Sirius Black?

Still, she worries. She can’t help it. And she knows James worries too, even if he does do a better job of hiding it.

There’s only one thing left to do, really; only one way to pass the time sufficiently distracted from racing thoughts. James must read her mind, because he’s all eager hands and excited tongue when she kisses him. Maybe it’s unhealthy, how much they’ve used sex to cope the past year. But when his mouth feels like this and hair’s in her hands…she’s not sure she cares.

“Prongs!”

They jump, springing apart like they’re fifth years caught after curfew. James swears under his breath as they fumble to right the clothes they’d started shoving aside before he reaches for the small mirror sitting on the coffee table.

“Padfoot!”

Lily frantically feels around the sofa for her wand.

“Why’s it so dar—oh, don’t tell me you were just—”

“We were waiting for you,” James covers.

“Mate. That’s worse. Just say you were shagging.”

“Well, we weren’t yet.”

“Hi, Sirius.” She brandishes her now-glowing wand, recovered from the seam between the cushions.

“Lily! Looking rumpled as ever!”

She yanks her cardigan back up her shoulder as she scolds, “Shut it.”

“I miss you, too.”

They can only see Sirius’s chin in frame, and it seems like he’s moving around.

“Happy birthday, man,” James says.

“Thanks.”

“Where are you?”

“Hang on—I have to show you—ready?”

“Yeah?”

His face comes into view and Lily instantly gasps.

Sirius grins. “Like it?”

His once shoulder-length hair’s been chopped off stylishly short in a fresh cut that makes him look like old Hollywood charm in that loose button-down he has on.

“Damn, Pads!”

“I…barely recognize you,” Lily stammers.

“Well.” He adjusts the mirror closer to his face. “That’s sorta the point.”

A heavy pit settles in her stomach.

“How you been?” James asks. “Travel go okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” Sirius shrugs. “I’ve been doing things the Muggle way—that Muggle Studies N.E.W.T.’s finally paying off, who woulda thought.”

“Where are you now?”

The mirror turns around, panning over an ocean-side city lit up with lights through a set of patio doors. “Cannes,” he says, and Lily hears the grin in his voice. The mirror turns back to his face. “I have access to money here, dad’s side of the family, in the French bank. And I figure…” He flops back atop a hotel bed, one hand beneath his head. “If Voldemort wants to come get me, he’ll just have to bring his snakey arse down to the beach, won’t he?”

They all bust up into snorting, wheezing laughter. It’s not normal; none of it’s normal. But laughing with her husband and their best friend like this is the closest to normal she’s felt in a long time, and she thinks, if this is how life has to be for awhile, she can live with it.

#missgryffin writes #jily #jple #james x lily #jily fanfiction #alternate ending #not really sure what this is it just happened #everyone lives au #justice for sirius black #getting the adventure story he deserves

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kxxkiecxre · 1 year

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ꕥFWM - J.J.K ꕥ

PAIRING: Jungkook x F!reader

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

SUMMARY: “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N”

WARNINGS: bit of arguing, self doubts, about forgive cheating, angst, fluff, smut, fingering, cum eating, multiple orgasms, they joined the mile high club lol, mirror sex, unprotected sex (please don’t), tummy bulging. I think that’s it lol.

previously… next…

You had hoped this wouldn’t have happened. You trusted him enough to believe he wouldn’t screw you over like that. That he wouldn’t ever hurt you this much, but, maybe you truly are too naive? Because time and time again, you end up getting hurt. Even by the people you believed loved you.

But doubting yourself like this, comparing yourself to other women because of a man, you truly can’t believe you let yourself stoop so low because of him. Sure you love him, maybe a little too much, and maybe that’s why it hurts so fucking much, but you thought you had your heart wrapped in bubble wrap. Protecting it from breaking again, and here we go, Job failed. Maybe you should slap a ‘fragile’ sticker on top of it as well.

The rain seemed to be pour out of a bucket as you walked the streets of Boston, unsure of where you are or where you’re going. Eventually, you found a small cafe, stopping inside to grab a hot mocha and think.

Perhaps, he wasn’t lying? Was he telling the truth or is that just your wishful thinking? What if he did sleep with that woman? What does that mean?

You loved him so much it was practically suffocating you. Every single inch of your soul ached for his company every minute of every day. If almost burned you painfully when he wasn’t connected to you in some type of way. Everyday that you wouldn’t be with him, was like you’ve been the sickest you could be. Deathly sick. It was nauseating being away from him.

The way he’d touch your skin, his finger tips trailing your delicate flesh so gently, minimally running his fingers up and down. The way his kisses would be so gentle but so rough, leaving purple bruises in the wake of his pillow-like lips. His mouth was dirty, so dirty, he’d tell you all the things he’d love to do to you, while his fingers would be dipping inside of you. He’d edge you closer and closer. Tell you how beautiful you’d look when you were in your most natural state, moaning, sweaty and flushed underneath him. He’d tell you how much he loved kissing you, how much he adored your skin, how good you were. His body would melt into your skin while he’d be thrusting into you so deeply you could feel him in your cervix, and still, he’d tell you how gorgeous you looked while you’d come. He’d tell you how your eyes glisten and how he could get lost in them.

It drove you insane, he drove you insane. He wasn’t meant to ever become this precious to you. This close and personal. You were never meant to fall in love with him, fuck.

Yet here you are, walking back to the hotel. Coming to terms with the fact that you’d push aside your own pain and ego, just to keep having him close. Just to make him yours. Just to keep feeling that ecstatic feeling every time he’d kiss you. It was a drug stronger than fentanyl. Than cocaine, than heroine. Anything. Love, was the drug that truly would fuck you up.

Standing in front of the door, you suck in a deep breath, dripping wet, you enter the room to a disorientated Jungkook.

You’re not sure how you woke up to only argue with him again. Still here you are, with your phone in hand, realising he actually was telling you the truth. He truly was only helping his friend out and for some reason that made you so upset.

But no body was as upset as Jungkook right now. Standing in front of you in nothing more than grey sweatpants. Shirtless and angry.

“I don’t understand how you could just leave like that? You didn’t even have half the mind to text even Minho to say you’re okay, or that you’re taking a walk? You had me going crazy, shit don’t you get it?” He says desperately.

You bite your lip, for once lost for words.

“I love you so much I was about to go out and leave everything behind just to find you. I was going to call everyone I knew around here to help find you, fuck can’t you see that I see no point without you?”

“Jungkook what are you saying? You’re telling me you love but how can you blame? We went from friendly to hating each other to sex, you gave me no clue that you’d even remotely love me. How was I suppose to know?”

“So me spending everyday with you, giving you my entire attention, being mesmerised by you didn’t tell you that I could at least have a crush on you? All the roses the teddies the gifts the fact that no other person had even half of the attention I was giving you, not even my sister, was not a sign?”

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, you really fucked up huh?

“I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow, he squats to your level, forehead against yours his hands cupping your face as he closes his eyes, “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N?”

You nod, your hands wrapping around his wrists, “I love you even more Jungkook.”

Going back home was depressing. A whole different vibe to when you arrived in Boston. Though you’ve mended things with Jungkook, you don’t particularly think this will be an easy fix. Nor do you think anything will be the same, not after you both confessed to your feelings. It’d be weird to just ignore all that happened and just go back to what you were

Not to mention, you’d have to explain everything to yeji and just that thought makes you feel nauseas.

Jungkook sat beside you in the backseat of the van, black puffer coat on his upper half, paired with a with a black oversized short with a white turtleneck underneath and his baggy cargo pants. His accessories, the silver gun in particular, was your recent gift to him. As well as the rings on his fingers. You weren’t dressed as nicely, a basic white cropped puffer coat that had a hoodie lined with faux fur, underneath though, you wore your baby pink long sleeve but skin tight shirt, your pants were the most general white tracksuits. You wore a beanie on top of your head because you genuinely felt like you were going to freeze to death. Even in your basic outfit, he reminded you how beautiful you looked, and it made you feel guilty, because you didn’t have the trust in him, even if he gave you no reason to distrust him. Your trust issues were getting in the way, and sure, before everything, before this, it used to be a silly little joke. Not anymore though.

You realise now you have a lot of shit to work through. You hadn’t realised how messed up you were, really. This situation opened up your eyes and as you follow him to sit across him for breakfast before going to the airport, you sigh, mentally fighting yourself wether you should bring this issue up now, or perhaps when you get home and get settled, you’re not sure how much more disagreeing both of you can take. You’re really tired of it.

“Look at me,” his voice was gentle, dripping honey as he spoke to you, “no more running out on each other, let’s have a little more trust in each other hm? Let’s hear each other out before we jump to conclusions and work on this together. This wasn’t all your fault either. I messed up to.”

You closed your eyes in a silent plea to stop blaming himself, your heart clenching the more you realise how you must have really hurt him, “the truth is, you haven’t. You did nothing wrong, on the contrary actually, you did everything right. You took care of a friend who needed you, especially a woman who needed someone she could trust to get her home safely and you did just that. And I couldn’t be more proud of you, I’m sorry I reacted like that. Im sorry Jungkook.”

He licked his pierced lip, nodding his head gently, “no biggie, just promise me one thing.”

You nodded immediately, beginning to take your gloves off, “anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me like that again. Don’t just disappear on me. Matter of fact, just don’t leave my side ever.”

Your eyes soften, heart beating faster than a bulletin train, “I promise.”

“Then why are you still sitting there?, come here.” His arms opened wider, welcoming you to his side.

You sat beside him, curling up into his side as his arm dropped around you. If a doctor put a stethoscope to your chest right now they’d be getting a crash cart In seconds. Your heart was erratic, jumping, running, sprinting, cartwheeling around in your chest as his lips connected to yours for a sweet and gentle kiss. Sure, you’re slowly patching things up. But that doesn’t mean everything is alright, nothing is alright until you truly discuss what’s going on between you. What you want to do about it, and finally telling Yeji. It won’t be ok until then.

Still, it’s better than being silent towards each other.

Still your thoughts chased you, even while you were sat beside him in the plane. Your mind never shut off, it was constantly on repeat. Naming things that are wrong with you, slowly realising you’ve been hurting Jungkook without even realising it. The times you’d roll your eyes at him when he’d tell you, that you’re the most important person in life right now along side his sister. The times you’d ignore him protecting you for own good, just like he tried protecting you against Jimin. All the times you wouldn’t trust him. The times you’d always choose Yeji over him.

Fuck, you were so incredibly guilty.

Taking his hand in yours, you bring it up to your mouth, planting little kisses on it a million times, hugging his bicep closer to you as if you could mend the pain you caused him. Realistically, that’s impossible. If you knew sooner, the way your stupid self was affecting him. You’d have apologised sooner. He slept peacefully beside you, nose blushed pink along with his cheeks, eyelashes long and curly, and his lips were a bit dry, but you blame the cold weather for his soft pillowy lips turning this way because yours are also incredibly dry and chapped.

A couple hours in and Jungkook is wide awake, staring at you as you slowly wake up. His hand still in yours, albeit not held onto as tightly anymore. Still his smile widens as you fully look at him now, confused on why he has the mischievous glint In his eyes.

“I’m even in your dreams huh? Was I as good as I am in reality baby?” He smirked to himself as his nose buried in your hair.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your cheeks flushed, eyes round and big “what?”

“Be a good girl and meet me In the bathroom in five minutes hm?”

You watched him walk away, still shocked at what he meant. Well you knew what he meant you were just shocked. Still you checked your watch waiting another two minutes before you went to the bathroom eyes scanning the rows of people in case any of them knew, most were asleep some were too busy reading.

Knocking the door opens and you were snatched inside almost instantly. His lips were desperate on your own, practically bruising. You kissed back full force, back against the door as his hand skimmed the rim of your sweatpants, gentle and ghostly on your skin before his hand followed down, pulling your thong to the side as his fingers dipped between your lips, feeling just how soaked you were, dripping down your own thigh and it drove him mad.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned, “what am I gonna do with you mhm?”

You whimpered, hands balled into fists around his black shirt desperate to feel him inside of, rubbing your thighs together as your core tingled, desperately looking for relief.

“Please Kook, I need you to fill me up.”

Your pants were down your legs in seconds. And your body was pressed against the sink, the mirror hanging right in front of you showing you just how desperate you were. His body behind you as he positioned your body, your ass sticking out, and his cock dragged up and down between your folds, pulling little moans out of you. Your core practically screamed for him, tingling as if there were a hundred million butterfly’s there.

The tip of his cock stretched you out, and it already had you whimpering, falling apart as he whined a barely audible “damn” under his breath.

Jungkook set the pace rough and animalistic from the start. He wasn’t messing around. He hit that sweet spot inside you over and over, his larger hands tangled with yours over the edge of the skin, his body flush against your back as he fucked you so good, he looked back at you in the mirror, smirking.

“Look at yourself baby, look how fucking beautiful you are.. shit” he groaned as you clenched around him, your pussy throbbing around his fat cock as it pounded inside of you, his hand came up to grab onto your jaw forcing you to looking back at him in the mirror, “do you see it? How fucking perfect you are? That’s my girl”.

You moaned a bit too loud, his hand covering your mouth as he raised you to almost stand, flush against his chest as he began thrusting slower but so fucking deep. He brought the hand that was over yours towards your lower stomach, making you feel him thrusting in and out of you. He was balls deep, hitting every tiny nerve and you knew it was going to be messy, so messy. A few more deep thrusts and you cum around him, forming a white sticky juice around his cock as it dragged in and out, running around his fat dick and it was enough for him to shoot his load up inside you.

“Shit, my perfect little whore hm?”

“Yes.”

You winced as he pulled out, leaving an empty feeling inside of you. And you missed him already, clenching around nothing but rather spilling his cum out of you. He dropped to his knees, watching as it made a mess of your swollen pussy, and he’s not quite sure what possessed him, but he latched onto your cunt within seconds, licking you up and making you gasp at the over stimulation as his tongue lapped around your pussy, sucking and twirl on your clit before dragging his tongue inside your hole and your legs shook as you came down once again, shocked at his behaviour. Your hands tightly wrapped around his black hair.

“What the fuck.”

It was too late for this, but still, just as you entered Yejis apartment she immediately threw herself at you, hugging you as if she hasn’t seen you for years. You hugged her back, smiling from ear to ear. damn the woman’s strong she had you In a tight ass grip you could barely breathe.

As she sat you down at the couch you shared a look with Jungkook, knowing that at some point she’ll need to find out and for some reason it leaves your stomach in a twist. Afraid she’ll hate your guts for falling for her brother.

Still, he smirked at you as he went into his room, and you knew that little rendezvous in the plane was just the beginning to what he had in store for you and it made a shiver run down your back.

Eyes focusing on yeji ranting about something, your mind was on other things though it looked like you gave her your undivided attention and it was kinda mean of you but at the same time, you really didn’t want to hurt yeji.

Anyone, but Yeji.

A/N: sorry the chapters seem so short 😩 enjoy!!!

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phoxey · 9 months

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Decide.

This is part 2, for part 1 click here

Lusher x Bebe!reader

CW: still angst, alcohol, breakdown, mental health issues

AN: I promise this has a good ending. trust me.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She didn’t answer and you watched tears rolling down her face before you sighed.

“I see.”, you whispered but Seoyoung looked at you as though you had slapped her.

Without another word you left the room, the building and Seoyoung.

With every step you took, your heart broke into more and more pieces. It physically hurt you, but you kept walking. A part of you wished that Seoyoung would run after you and try to get you back, but you knew she wouldn’t, she had made her decision. And you had made yours.

You wandered restlessly through the night for what seemed like twenty minutes but were actually hours. At some point you sat down on the side of the road, no care to be seen. Slowly you got out your phone.

23 missed calls. 8 by Bada, 5 by Tatter, 4 by Minah, 3 by Cheche, 2 by Kyma, 1 by Soweon.

Seoyoung didn’t call you once.

Your messages were going crazy as well.

Bada:

What happened? Seoyoung is crying! Come back! She told me what happened. Come back please. We can figure this out. Pick up your phone! Please

Taeyoung:

Pick up pick up pick up Please Please Where are you? We are worried! Come back, we can talk about it! I promise, everything will be alright!

You huffed. As if. Nothing would be alright. Seoyoung and you would have no future together, not if she was ashamed of being your girlfriend. You know it was fanservice and it didn’t mean anything, but you couldn’t stand seeing her flirt with the same people who cursed you out.

You stood up and wandered around some more. The streets were almost empty. The sky was clear, and you could see many stars. Seoyoung would be talking about the star constellations now if she were with you. Or show you a star and tell you that it was your star. She was cheesy like that. But you couldn’t help but notice how the stars didn’t shine as bright this night and the moon seemed smaller than usual. It seemed like the night sky was sad. Reflecting your own feelings.

Before a tear could roll down your cheek, your phone interrupted you. It was Seoyoung’s mom.

“Hello?”, you asked timidly as you picked up.

“Thank God! What is happening? Seoyoungi sent us a cryptic message, but we can’t reach her!”

“I…I think we broke up.”, you said, your voice cracking.

“What why?”

“Long story… What was the message?”, you asked worriedly.

“Look, I really don’t know what happened between you two, but she wrote that her life doesn’t make any sense anymore, and that she wished she wouldn’t exist. That you would be happier without her.”

“What?!”, you practically screeched.

“Do you know where she could be? I am scared, she will hurt herself.”, Seoyoung’s mom sobbed.

“I think I know. I will talk to her. Don’t worry.”, you said hastily and ended the call.

You practically sprinted to the apartment that you and Seoyoung shared.

When you came in all the lights were off, but you could hear sobbing from the living room. Carefully you turned on one of the dimmer lights. Seoyoung sat in front of the couch, slumped over, her entire body trembling with sobs. Tears shot into your eyes. Then you noticed the many empty soju bottles around her.

“Oh God…”, you whispered and were immediately next to her, a hand on her back.

She looked up confused. Her face was swollen and her eyes wet and red. Her pupils were large and unfocused. You couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss her forehead, as you always did when she was crying.

A sharp pain shot through your face when she slapped you before your lips could reach her forehead.

“I have a girlfriend!”, she said angrily.

“W-What?”, you stuttered confused and held your cheek.

“Oh right… not anymore… she hates me.”, she slurred.

Only then you realized that Seoyoung was probably too drunk to even recognize you.

“She doesn’t hate you.”, you said gently, wanting to calm her.

She shook her head. “She does. I hurt her.”

“Seoyoung… nae nabi…”, you sighed.

“That’s what she always called me.”, Seoyoung sobbed. “And I’m so stupid and hurt her. I didn’t want to… I swear… I only wanted to protect her…”

“Protect from what?”, you asked confused.

“M-My girlfriend… she had suffered too much already…”, she hiccupped. “She wants to go public, but I’m scared that… it will hurt her only more…”

“What do you mean?”

“Her parents said cruel things because she loved me… If the public found out… she would live through that again. I don’t want her to be subject to that again… I love her so much…”

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sure she would live through all of that again happily if that meant she could kiss and hug you for the world to see.”, you whispered.

“Do you think?”, Seoyoung asked. Her hands started to frantically search for something. “I… I should call her… Apologize… maybe I should post on Instagram… about us.”

You took her hands gently. “Talk to her tomorrow, she is probably asleep right now. And you should too.”

“Yeah… I don’t want to wake her. She is so pretty when she sleeps, y’know? She will tell you no, but I like to wake up next to her and she is still sleeping… So peaceful…”

“You can tell her tomorrow, okay? She would want you to sleep now.”, you said and pulled her up.

Seoyoung wasn’t able to keep standing, but before she could fall you had already scooped her up into your arms. Gently you carried her to your shared bedroom and put her on her side of the bed, but she immediately rolled over to your side.

“This side smells like her… I miss her…”, she mumbled into your pillow.

You couldn’t help but smile fondly. You tucked her in, wrapping your blanket around her. Then you laid down next to her, watching as she drifted off to sleep. You thought, she was right. A gay relationship would hurt Bebe in the competition. You would tell her that it’s fine to come out after SWF was over. That you would delete your social media until then.

You quickly sent Seoyoung’s mother a text, that her daughter is safe and fine, before you covered yourself in Seoyoung’s blanket and falling asleep as well.

You woke up to a hand on your cheek and half opened eyes gazing at you.

“I must be dreaming still.”, she whispered.

You turned your head to kiss her wrist. Then you smiled softly at her.

“You’re not. I’m here.”

“Listen, I-…”, you broke her off with a finger on her lips.

“It’s okay.”

“But-…”

You shook your head. “No. Don’t.”

She closed her mouth then and proceeded to caress your cheek, lost in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, you asked.

“You know… I’d always choose you.”

#swf #swf2 #swf2 x reader #team bebe #lusher x reader #lusher

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laiiaaa · 1 year

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TEQUILA SUNRISE — RAFE CAMERON

summary: You haven't seen Rafe since you left for college—when he was still a sophomore in high school with a hopeless, boyish little crush on you. Three years later, maybe it's not so hopeless after all.

contains: drinking, smoking, shotgunning (the hot kind), pining, lots of innuendos because I have a little boy brain and enjoy terrorizing men, a kiss!

length: 3.8k

note: Rafe is such a little idiot in this. Don't even try to tell me it's out of character because it's not! Just trust me!

Rafe Cameron has never known what to think of you—not in high school, not since you left for college, and certainly not now, when you’re standing in his kitchen. He can’t believe the image of you in his mind almost became too faded to recall. With you right in front of him, though, it’s crystal.

“Hey, Cameron,” you chirp, topping off your glass with a final splash of orange juice. “Care to join me outside?”

He’s frozen as he watches your thumb swipe a drop that spilled over, the pucker of your lips when you taste it. Cherry red nail polish, as always, lipstick deepening the color of your lips and adding an alluring gloss. If he weren’t so shocked at your presence he might’ve laughed to himself as you split three maraschino cherries on the rim. “Why are you here?”

You press your hand to your chest and pout. “Ouch. And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me after—what, three years now?” You pop the lid back on the jar and slip it back in the fridge. “My parents got sick of me being independent,” you sigh, “And yours still love me, so they were more than happy to invite me in. Brought cookies.” You gesture to the table, which hosts a Tupperware container, full.

He doesn’t yet know what to make of this. He’s not quite sure it’s really you, anyway. Sure, the attitude’s the same—still snarky enough to keep him reeling and put a bad taste in other people’s mouths—but the rest of you is a whole lot different (aside from that cherry red, of course). Your hair is longer, more styled and more you; your makeup now accentuates your eyes and your pout rather than trying to forge them anew; your clothes hug against curves he’s certain were not there before. You’ve grown up, he realizes, become more sure of yourself. He’s decided his prognosis is grim, bar the details.

Given his little response, you pay him no mind as you grab your purse and your red-orange coupe and head toward the balcony. His gaze lays heavy on you as you walk, though you keep your acknowledgement limited to a barely-there smile and a mental note that maybe this Cameron has grown up a little, too. Maybe.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

You open the door and step outside. “Take a guess.” You don’t have to invite him again to know he’ll follow.

He does exactly that—after a brief pause to ask himself What the fuck?—and closes the door as he steps onto the softly-lit balcony and finds you already making yourself comfortable. You sit with your arm on the back of the couch, propping your head in the palm of your hand and setting one foot on the ground. Your shorts are definitely too low-rise for your parent’s approval, and your tank top exposes the sweaty sheen of your chest. He wonders if you still see him as the little boy who lives down the street.

“Rafe, come sit.” You gesture toward the space next to you.

And he does, reluctantly, even though he was hoping you’d ask.

You hold your drink out to him. “Wanna taste?”

His eyebrows raise as he ponders the implication of sharing a glass with you of all people, a little too giddy with himself that you’d risk having his spit in your mouth. “What is it?” he asks, though he’s already taken it from your hand and lifted it to his lips.

“Tequila sunrise, though it’s a little more—” he sips before you finish, and nods his head instead of wincing as you expected— “Oh, wow. I was going to say it’s a little more tequila than it is sunrise, but I guess that’s not an issue for you.” It comes off more aggressive than you mean it.

He shrugs off your comment. “I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m nineteen, I’ve had my fair share.”

It’s a little alarming that he’s older than you were before you left. You furrow your brows together at what this could mean, what this could’ve changed between you two, but you shove it aside. Fingers graze when he turns the drink back over to your hands.

You smile as you take one more sip before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “Little Cameron, all grown up.”

And he has grown up, you think: you didn’t miss the veins adorning his hands, the ring wrapped around his finger; his shoulders have breadth to them now, his arms far more muscular than the twiggy things you saw last; he sports a buzz cut that should scream trouble but instead calls you toward his jawline, his smile, his eyes. He looks good, but he is Little Cameron after all. You used to drive him to school, and now you’re not sure of the last time he even went. But things can always change.

“Why are you really back?” He says it like it’s a crime to visit your hometown.

You smile. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, that’s not—that’s not what I meant.” When he looks at you there’s part of him that wants to hold your jaw in his palms and make you his for a fleeting moment.

You find yourself leaning closer toward his bubble. “Then tell me.”

“You haven’t been here for three years, I think I reserve the right to be a little…” He searches for the words, “Surprised when you just—appear in my house.”

There’s something he isn’t telling you. You look at his face to try and read what that might be, but he doesn’t offer much. He begins picking at his nails and brings one to his mouth, letting his eyes glaze over as he looks at the nighttime sky.

Hesitantly, you grab his wrist and bring his attention back to you. He still doesn’t face you.

“I missed you, you know.”

His arm relaxes, but he still bites back, “You didn’t call.”

“Yeah, well,” you sigh, loosening your hold of his arm and putting your hand on your thigh. “Shit happens. Had a bad first year, lost my phone and nearly everything on it was destroyed, had some shitty boyfriends, worse professors.” You pause your rambling to take your drink back up. “I don’t even have your number anymore. Besides, it’s not like you reached out to me either.”

You expected Rafe to snap back again—nothing too mean, nothing too defensive—but he only sits there, face tight and body rigid. You’ve learned very quickly that this is not the same boy you hugged goodbye three years ago. He’s all rough around the edges now, which isn’t bad on its own, but before, he’d never spend a minute by himself in this house. He didn’t drink his fair share, or any share, really; he had an innocent naïveté about him, now replaced by a thick layer of spite. You’re not sure what you expected to find here, but this might be more than you bargained for. For better or for worse, also unsure.

Annoyed by his silence, you sigh and turn to rustle through your bag. You pause and mumble Where is this fucker, which quickly gets Rafe’s attention: were you expecting company?

He eyes you carefully as you start plucking things from your bag and placing them on the couch in the space between the two of you. He tracks your (new) phone; wired and Bluetooth headphones (because you need both, obviously); your wallet; a few tampons; and car, apartment, and house keys (all separate sans key ring, mind you, which he does find amusingly bland and irresponsible).

When he thinks all you’ve got are the reasonable necessities, you keep going: perfume, sunglasses, a tiny and tattered Moleskine notebook, a black pen (very luxe, he notes), a flask (his eyebrows shoot up at this, and he starts to think you two might be more similar than he imagined); a variety of lip products (did he just count five?), and an Altoids tin.

Your eyes light up at this item with a triumphant little gasp and he has to remind himself not to fall for you again. She will leave again, he thinks. You pop open the tin and your excitement wanes; inside are about thirty mints.

“Something wrong?” he asks, not so sure what you’re on the hunt for. He finally caves and turns his body toward you, carefully so as to not disturb your collection.

You glance back up at him. “No, not at all.” You hold eye contact as you stick out your tongue and place a mint on the plain to taste it.

Rafe knows that he’s definitely in trouble. Are you doing this on purpose now? It’s difficult to swallow and he considers taking a swig of your flask to calm his nerves.

You hold the open tin toward him. “You want one?”

His mouth pops open a little, his brows raise in consideration. He eyes the tin, your lips, the tin, and your lips again. “No,” he says. “Thanks.”

“Alright,” you shrug, closing the tin and adding it to the pile.

You find what you’re really looking for when you pull out yet another Altoid tin, followed by a metal lighter with a floral pattern engraved on the surface. You place the tin and the lighter on the coffee table, giggling to yourself before shoving the multitude of items back in your purse.

“What now?”

“Come on, Cameron,” you smirk, “Haven’t figured it out yet?” You cast your purse behind you again before reaching over to the table and grabbing your coupe, tin, and lighter. You take a hearty sip of what’s mostly tequila and nip a cherry off the rim, swallowing the mint down and taking another sip to stave off its flavor.

Rafe keeps his gaze on your mouth, as hard as he tries not to. He considers, if he were to kiss you, whether you’d taste more like citrus, or cherries, or tequila, or mint. He wonders if you’d kiss him back, and if you did, whether you’d tug on his shirt, or bite his lip, or hold his jaw, or press your hips into his. His fantasies are only heightened when you lean closer to him, and you keep leaning closer, and he doesn’t know what to do other than watch you in awe and wait for what’s next. His breath gets caught in his throat and he has to lean backwards or else he’ll burn from your touch.

Relief and a little disappointment washes over him upon realizing you’re only setting your glass down behind him. He’s suddenly sixteen again, awkward and lanky, pining after his eighteen-year-old neighbor, listening to the music she listens to and reading the books she reads and puffing out his chest to try and compare to her boyfriend. He wonders what happened to the guy, whether the breakup was messy or if you’re still on good terms. You smell like oranges and patchouli and marijuana.

“Rafe,” you snip, a little louder than normal to get his attention. “You listening?”

“What?” The tin is open now, he realizes. Inside he counts four joints. “Oh.”

You furrow your brows. “You okay there?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, just zoned out for a second.”

Insufficient answer, but it’ll do. “I’m assuming you smoke?”

“What makes you think that?” His smile tells you that you’re right.

“The whole buzz cut thing makes you seem the bad boy type. Bad boys typically smoke.”

You flick open the lighter and spark your joint, inhaling deeply as you take the joint between your pointer and middle finger. You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and exhale, enchanting the boy in front of you all over again, for maybe the third or fourth time tonight.

He reaches for the joint, but you hold it away. “Nuh-uh,” you croon. “Everything comes with a price, little Cameron.”

He stares back at you, unconvinced.

“Tell me something interesting and I’ll let you have it.” You smile, trying to peel back the shell he built.

“That’s stupid.”

“Oh, shut up. I haven’t seen you in three years.” You lift the joint to your mouth again, watching Rafe watch you. You blow the smoke in his face to spite him. “Humor me.”

“You first, then.”

You roll your eyes, but you oblige. “My intro to philosophy professor tried to flirt with me at a bar a couple months ago.” His face goes sour. “I was bartending, too, so it was really awkward serving this guy in his fifties or sixties who’d read my musings on Plato a couple years ago. Whiskey neat, in case you’re curious.”

“Did he know it was you?” he asks, a little defensive.

You shake your head, waving him off. “Don’t think so. I’m sure he would’ve ran the other way had he known. My essays at eighteen were terrible.”

Rafe gives you a smile that says too much to decipher. “I had a girlfriend,” he offers, “like, a month after you left.”

“Oh?” Sarah never told you this. “Do tell.”

He blushes, reconsidering how much he wants to tell you about another girl. He probably shouldn’t have brought it up. “She was in my grade, but I don’t think you knew her. She was new that year.”

“Hm, a shame. You take her out on dates? Drive her around, write her love songs?” You giggle to yourself at the thought of him head over heels for a girl.

But he’s not too keen on the idea of giving details. “Can I take a hit now?” His eyes bounce between your hand and your eyes, which still show no signs of any high or inebriation.

He expects you to pass the joint over to him, but instead you lean in closer, putting your weight on your free hand as you lift your fingers to his lips. “You still haven’t learned how to ask nicely,” you quip.

He takes the joint in his mouth, taking his hit with one hand holding your arm in place, as if you’d cheat him. He keeps his eyes on yours until you bite at your lip and smile. Smoke stays trapped in his lungs for one, two, three, and he’s breathing out as you’re already having another go.

“You hold it like a cigarette,” he notes for no particular reason.

You shrug. “Habit. Plus, it’s sexier this way.” You smirk when he doesn’t deny it.

He noticed that you’ve moved closer again, bringing your body forward with your hands instead of reeling the latter back in. Your knee is almost touching his. “You smoke cigarettes?”

You shake your head and reach for your glass, sipping and taking another cherry. “Used to, for like a year. Bad time. I didn’t sleep much.”

“Hm.” He can tell you don’t want him to press further.

“You?” You lift your glass to his lips and watch as he takes your last cherry.

“No,” he swallows, shaking his head as you down the last of your drink. “Some other stuff…” He considers whether he should tell you, whether revealing that side of him would turn you away. “I’ve…” You’re paying close attention to him, but his resolve is waning. “It doesn’t matter.”

You’re not sure what he’s hiding but you figure it’s sensitive. You don’t remember the last time you saw him so uneasy, and your face softens out of consideration. He must’ve been through a lot, you think; he’s not a little kid in your passenger seat anymore. “Okay,” you say, not quite satisfied but not willing to show it, and you start to breathe into your high.

Rafe gives you a look as if it were his turn, and you decide that it probably is. It’s only fair. With the joint still tethered to your mouth, you sit up onto your knees and shift closer to the boy, smirking as his head tilts back to look up at you. He breathes a little heavier, unsure what to anticipate as his chest goes a little ragged. What else is he supposed to do when your body is two inches from his, when you loom over him and look better than he’s ever imagined?

He’s grown more mature, into a boy you’d probably fall for, hard, had you not been through this before, and had you not known him since forever ago. It’s almost taboo, giving yourself over to him in his parent’s house the first day you’re back in town, but you’ll have the whole summer to fix it. Or make it worse.

You draw your hands to his neck, gentle as you feel him tense. Plucking the joint from your lips with one hand, you hold his jaw in the other. You’ve settled between his legs and are nearly straddling him like you own him. It’s your turn to feel your heart racing now, for he’s built up a little more courage with your move on him and holds your waist in his hands.

His fingers slip below the hem of your tank top, and his touch feels good enough to hate. He’s grown to be much bigger, much more muscular than you, his fingers now adorned with rings that are chill to the touch. You’re more than happy to sink lower and closer into his lap, letting his hands dance up your waist and bringing his eyes lower to your body, almost put in a trance.

His hands want more, he can’t get enough, yet all you’ve done is let him get close to you. He looks up at you and lets his jaw go slack as you lean further into him, grazing your lips by his as you exhale into his mouth. It’s as if he’s forgotten what it means to breathe, and his eyes slip closed like this is a kiss.

He has to remind himself it isn’t, but it could be, but it isn’t. Your back starts to arch as his arms fully wrap around you now, pressing you hot against his chest as blood runs south. He hasn’t done this before, or at least it feels like he hasn’t. At this point it wouldn’t matter to him if he had, because he’s sure it could’ve never felt this good before, not when your hand takes hold of his neck and pull him back to look at you. He’s inhaled all that you gave him, and he can’t quite tell whether his head is spinning and his heart is racing and his hands are burning because of the weed, or if he never lost his childish little crush on you after all. Maybe this is turning into more than a helpless crush.

You’re smiling down at him, a little surprised at the escalation but not at all disappointed, and as he exhales you lean behind him one last time to place the joint in the ashtray you’ve only just noticed. You tap it gently so as to keep it from burning and preserve the rest. When you come back to him he relishes in your hands pressing into his chest, his hands on your hips and rubbing your thighs. He could get used to this.

As always, you don’t let him. You check the time on your watch—the watch he gifted you as a going-away present—and know that your parents are expecting you.

They’re also expecting you to be sober, but that expectation is a little low. Maybe you’ll give Rafe a few stories next time you come around.

You sigh as you start shifting out of his grasp. He knows better than to fight you, but a pout forms on his face as you lift yourself from his lap and begin reaching for your purse. He’s kind enough to hand you your lighter.

You smile and toss it into the mess of your purse, brushing your hair out of your face. “Thanks, Cameron.”

He still hasn’t moved from his place on the couch like it’ll keep you from leaving. “Your parents want you back?” Oh, how he knows you so well.

“Unfortunately.” You open the door to head back inside and give him a pointed look when he doesn’t stand. “Are you not going to walk me out?”

He follows without commenting on your demand, fighting to hide a smile as he shuts the door behind him. He doesn’t remember when he started listening to what people asked him to do, but he decides it’s a bit easier when it’s coming from you. “Are you sure you should be walking home by yourself?”

“It’s a two-minute walk, I think I’ll be okay.” You note that he’s a lot cuter when he cares. It’s a little less him, but it’s sweet.

Heading down the stairs behind you, he stays adamant in his position. He doesn’t know whether he’s all that worried about your immediate safety or if he's fighting for a reason to hold back another good-bye. “It’s more dangerous when you’re not sober.”

You act as if you didn’t hear him because you know he hates it, humming a tune he should know. Life’s a lot more fun when you get under his skin, especially when he goes ahead and lets you. “I’ve done this before, you know. And a lot worse.”

It dawns on him that he doesn’t know as much about you as he thought he did. You open the door, but he turns you around and keeps it half-way shut before you can slip out. You’re waiting for him to say something, but he seems to have only thought up to this point.

He settles on, “I missed you,” and it’s clear he’s stumbling for something to fill the silence. He doesn’t expect a reaction. He doesn’t expect it when you stand on your toes and loop your arms around his neck; he doesn’t expect you to pull him down to lean over you with his hands wrapped around your waist again, like they’re meant to be there and never leave; he doesn’t expect your lips against his, kissing him one, two, three times as they chip away at what’s left of his sanity; he doesn’t expect you to pull away from the kiss so soon, patting his chest and looking up at him like it wasn’t you who reeled him in so tight and without warning, like you don’t know how willing he is for you.

“I know,” you answer, smiling wider than you’d like to admit. You try opening the door again and he’s too stunned to stop you, so you turn to see his face one more time—eyes wide, cheeks red, jaw slack, smile pretty enough to taste (again). “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron. Enjoy the cookies.”

Rafe stands frozen and a little dazed. The sound of the door slamming shut reminds him that you’re gone again. His lips feel electric and he’s starting to crave a tequila sunrise.

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xkaidaxxxx · 5 months

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Villain's love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: scolding, torture, pain, betrayal, heartache.

no proof read. Will be a part 2!

“You’re a disgrace to us heroes. How could you stoop so low and fall in love with a villain, and who is the right hand man of the leader of the LOV!” Midnight yelled. Mr.Aizawa, a.k.a your father called you to the principal's office. At first you thought it was about the fact you skipped school for 3 days while he was gone for hero duties. The big 3 are your best friends and they would beg you to attend class and you refused. “ What have you told him?” Principal Nezu asked sternly. All you could do is cry and grip your father’s shirt. “ I haven’t said anything and I don’t plan to.” you replied. “ How did you meet him? How do you even talk to him? These past couple days have you been with him?” Midnight asked so many questions it was overwhelming you. Aizawa gave a dirty look at her signaling to leave his daughter alone. “ I was walking out at night in the city because I needed to clear my mind and I wanted to be alone… There was a group of men… They tried raping me..they tore my clothes off…then Dabi beat them and burned them alive… He tossed his jacket to me due to my torn clothing… I knew he’s a villain..that he’s in the League of Villain. I was terrified and he saved me. I thanked him. He walked me back to campus..he stayed across the street hidden just in case. After about a week later we bumped into each other and we just talked..we set up a day and time to meet up. I needed to give his jacket back… we spent the whole saturday hanging out..No villain shit to be clear. From there we just met up multiple times…We’ve been together for 6 months.” You replied crying. The teachers stayed silent. They felt bad about what could’ve happened to you. “ We can’t trust her..I’m sorry Aizawa but we have to report her to the authorities.” Principal Nezu said. “Are you kidding me? This is my daughter! She’d never do such a thing! She’d never betray UA. If she did, the LOV would’ve made a move long ago.” your dad defended you keeping you close to him if he had to fight.

“ We can’t automatically accuse her of being a traitor without any proof. We can bring in a doctor to give her a lie detector test. His tests are a bit more painful.” All might, said. “I’ll do it. I’d never do anything to hurt people.” you replied. Little did you know it would be painful on the next level.

You were taken to a room and a man started strapping you down to a table. Cables were being attached around your body. You were scared and confused. You looked at the large glass mirror knowing everyone was on the other side listening and watching. You whimpered as a doctor injected a large amount of a clear liquid in your neck. “ What the hell did he inject?” Aizawa asked. “He’s not only checking her heart rate and her brain but also forcing the truth out of her. The serum is the very painful part. If she lies it will torture the truth out of her and if that doesnt work they have other ways apparently.” a nurse replied to him starting the recording.

“I’m going to ask you simple questions and If you don’t want to feel like you're being stabbed or shot continuously you will answer.” the doctor said looking over at your vital signs. “ Are you Y/n Aizawa?” He asked, “ Yes, I am Y/n Aizawa.” “ How old are you?” he asked. “ I’m 18 turning 19.” you replied scared of what crazy he will eventually ask. “ Your heart rate is up a bit. Are you hiding something?” He asked, writing something down on his tablet. “ No.” You lied and suddenly felt pain through your body. “Tell me the truth,” he ordered. Your body twitched. “ Yes! I am hiding something. I’m scared about all of this.” you said as sighed in relief. “Mhm see how easy that is. “ Who is the villain you fell in love with?” he continued with his questions. You started crying. “ I’m in love with Dabi.” you replied. “ You’re crying? Are you sure? Is he forcing you to say that?” he asked, looking at the high tech monitors. “ I am sure. I’m in love with him. He isn’t forcing me to say anything.” you replied knowing this will lead to you being tortured. “ How did you meet him? In detail.” the doctor said. “ I walked alone in the city at night. There was a group of men who grabbed me and took me into a dark alleyway… I tried my best to get them off me… They called me dirty things..like I’m a slut..and whore..that I would be a good treat to them.. They tore my clothes off and their hands roamed my body. Dabi showed up throwing them off me..he took his coat off and covered me..then proceeded to beat them up..he burned them alive. He walked me back to campus making sure we were unseen by anyone. He stayed across the street from campus hidden, making sure I got inside safely. I thanked him for saving me and said goodnight. ” you replied crying. Hating to remember how the men tried raping you. Take your innocence away. “ Did you meet him again after that encounter?” he asked. You nodded yes. “ We bumped into each other a week later after the incident.” you replied. You saw two nurses walk inside with a weird machine. “ Where did you see him again and what was done?” He asked, signaling the nurses to start setting up something. “I saw him by the park…it was around 6am. I was out to do basic errands for myself. We ended up spending the entire day together. No villain activities were done.” you replied. “ What were your errands for that day? Were you planning to do more that day? How did no one recognize him? What activities were done?” he asked. “I needed to get to the store to buy snacks, a heating pad and some pads. I got my monthly period. I was planning to do more. Just watch movies, play video games and eat junk food. No one recognized him. He was wearing a hoodie and he had a face mask to hide his burned face. I saw Tamaki and asked him to take my things to the dorms. After that Dabi and I talked for hours and played some stupid games.It was fun” you replied smiling.

The questions went on and on. Then the difficult ones came up.

“ Have you met any of the other villains?” he asked. You refused to answer because you didn’t want your father to hate you. Your body shook and twitched. Your body moved so much, the straps held you down. “ They’re hurting her! Give her a break!” Aizawa yelled, grabbing a nurse's collar. “ Stop, she agreed to this.” All might, said. He did feel bad. “ Give her another one.” the doctor said. You felt a prick. Another dosage of the truth serum. You screamed in pain. “Yes! I have!! Shigaraki, Toga, Twice and Kai!” you yelled. You cried and cried. “Has any of them asked you for information or threatened you?” you couldn’t handle it. You needed a break. You were overstimulated. “ Y-Yes!!! Toga. She asked for Ua intel on what we have planned. She threatened me.” you replied. “What did she say she’d do?” the doctor said. You couldn’t say what she said to you. “ She’d kill me.” you lied. You cried out in excruciating pain. “If you don’t answer our questions we won’t inject more serum. We’ll just use the old way. Electricity doesn’t seem nicer.” he said. “She said she’d kill my papa! She’d give him a slow and painful death !I don’t want him to hate me if he gets hurt! I can’t let him get hurt! I don’t want him to hate me! My dad is everything I have!”you cried loudly,trying to relax. Failing at it. “ Did you give them any information?” he asked. “No. After that Dabi told Shigaraki to not let anyone lay a finger on me. To keep me out of it. Since then I’ve been safe. He takes great care of me.” you replied breathing heavily. “Why do you think he takes care of you?” you looked at the doctor in rage. “He saved me from two horrible situations and maybe more after this! You and other heroes only care about the greater good!” you yelled trying to get out of the grip of the straps. “You’re talking like a villain alright. What makes you think that? Are you planning to betray the heroes? You’re father?” he asked, taunting you. You fell into it. “ Heroes would sacrifice someone for the greater good. It could be a loved one..a friend..or a civilian. It sucks to know that you don’t matter as much as you think you do to them. At the end of the day they will more than likely sacrifice you…a villain would burn the world to save someone..a loved one and random person who needs help. Dabi knew I was eraserheads daughter. A hero in training and even then he stepped in. He saved me. He’s done so much for me in 6 months. I know every one who knows about him and I highly disagree but it's the truth. I know my dad would never give me up. He’d protect me in the end regardless if he’s a hero or not. He’s the best dad ever. Better together. I’m lucky to still have him even after I caused all this mess. ” you replied. “Him doing so much is the truth and you have a strong bond with your father, you're not in any pain. You are very lucky and privileged” the doctor agreed. You were asked more questions and they let you go 2 hours later. Your dad and All might make sure to take you to the hospital. You stayed there for about 2 weeks. Missing Dabi like crazy.

Your quirk is an amazing one. Very strong. You hold multiple quirks and can create new ones. You were scared. Having to control multiple quirks was difficult as a child. Most parents would keep their children away from society. Your dad didn’t. He sent you to daycare, elementary school, middle school and now High school. To him you grew up fast. He loves and cares for you, his daughter. He’s so proud of the woman you’ve become regardless of who you are in love with. Yes it’s crazy but you found kindness and love within Dabi and the other Villains they just were treated horribly in their past and had no one to help them. They had to fend for themselves. They lost it along the way.

You communicating with Dabi was not through anything cellular. It was through handwritten letters. You managed to buy a bird through the black market. He gets the job done in delivery and fast.

As soon as you were discharged from the hospital and back to your dorm you fed the little fella and started writing.

Dear Dabi,

The heroes found out about us and I don’t know who and how someone saw us together. Don’t worry since I don’t have any info on you guys besides Toga threatening me, you’re all fine.They tortured me badly. They asked how I met you and it was hard to tell them what had happened. It was terribly excruciating pain. All I thought about was trying to relax, being honest and needing you.

I was at the hospital for 2 weeks. I miss you a lot. We should meet up soon. Actually they’re probably going to escort me when I need to go into the city so after awhile.

How are you? Has anything come up? Are you safe? No cough or cold? No fever? Are your friends being nice, if not let them know even if you need to scare them.

I love you very much. Please stay safe. Keep the the love of fire within you ( you’re telling him to get a new hide out or move to a different one.) Keep in touch if you can.

Love you very much. I’ll respond every 3 days after I receive your letter okay so no need to worry if I’m okay.

Much love, Haru

(both agreed on your code name being Haru after all you met in clear weather and since then you felt love and joy.)

Pt.2 will come.

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johnwickb1tsch · 8 months

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john wick x model!reader imagine pt 3

masterlist

trois

-It is a regrettable side effect of your career that the paparazzi are always curious about what you’re up to. For once you’re able to use this to your advantage. The actor Derek Prince has been asking you out for ages. For once you say yes, and take no pains to keep it a secret. You’re photographed going into Nobu, and leaving together to return to the New York Hilton. You don’t accept his invitation for a nightcap, saying adieu politely without even offering a goodnight kiss. You can tell the famously handsome actor is utterly shocked by this treatment. He’s used to having women throw themselves at his feet.

You almost feel bad about it.

-You go on three more casual dates over the next few months with Derek, and the media loses their goddamn minds. The tabloids have you hiding a baby bump, and TMZ claims you are secretly engaged. It really should be illegal, to print such trash. They think you’re the perfect Hollywood power couple.

You are merely biding your time.

You are walking down a tree-lined street in New York when a rider geared in black on an ARCH motorcycle pulls up beside you. Your heart swells, and you just know.

He flips up the visor of his full helmet. “Need a ride?”

“You have no idea.”

You can tell by the crinkle of his eyes that he is smirking at you. You take the helmet he offers you and climb on, so glad you’re wearing jeans, some long-clenched anxiety releasing as you wrap your arms around his waist. You’ve been on a Vespa before, but never a proper motorcycle. It growls like a beast of the jungle beneath you as he pulls away, giving you a thrill from head to toe. Traveling like this with John is a revelation, the curve of his perfect little ass snug between your thighs, your arms around his trim waist. You trust him implicitly, driving this wonderfully dangerous machine through the mean streets of New York.

Maybe it’s ridiculous, but you feel invincible.

He takes you to a cemetery, of all places, but it’s secluded and shaded by old trees, and has a stunning view of the city below. He sits sidesaddle on the bike with you cradled on his lap between his long legs, his leather-clad arms around you. He looks at your left hand, and you do not miss his sigh of relief.

“So, you’re not engaged…”

It’s not elegant, but you snort at the idea. Maybe you’re feeling a little reckless, after your diabolical plan actually worked to bring him out of the woodwork, and back to you. And maybe you’re a little annoyed that it had to come to this. “Not unless you’re asking, Mr. Wick.”

Fuck. You did not just say that out loud.

You feel him stiffen behind you, and your heart goes into a freefall, certain you’ve ruined everything with your big mouth.

But then his arms tighten around you, and he buries his face in your hair. “There is nothing I would like more,” he grumbles into the bend of your neck.

Suddenly, your heart has wings. Is this is? The moment you’ve longed for, for what feels like a lifetime?

“Yeah?”

“But I can’t do that to you, y/n.”

Again, that poor muscle in your chest takes a dive, and you’re certain there’s nothing but sharp rocks below to catch it.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you must have an inkling of what I do.”

“You’re not a spy?”

“’Fraid not.”

“You work for the mob.”

“Not the Italians, but something like that.” A long silence draws on before he actually speaks again. “There are bad people, who if they knew about you, and what you mean to me…”

You’ve seen enough movies to fill in the blanks.

The problem is, you don’t care. You’ve reached the end of your rope.

“I don’t need a ring, John. Or a picket fence. I don’t even really want children. All I want is you. All I’ve ever really wanted is you.”

“You have me, baby.”

This only appeases you slightly.

“You don’t have a lover in every big city across the globe?”

He actually chuckles at that, a sound from deep in his chest you feel rumbling against your back. “No.” A long silence ensues, filled only with the sounds of birds singing. It’s miraculously quiet up on the hill with the dead. His next words make your own heart sing. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, y/n.”

You lean back on his shoulder, offering your lips. This kiss is slow, and deep, and so precious. All your time with him is so precious. “I love you too, by the way,” you say when you finally part, resting your forehead against the scruff of his cheek.

You feel him smile.

-You return to your apartment, the one rented in a different name that the paps haven’t found yet. Unfortunately, it seems that Derek has. You’re sure your agent is to blame for that. He’s loved all the extra publicity of your association with the actor, completely unaware of your ruse.

Derek is waiting in the lobby, and frowns when he sees you walking up hand in hand with some devilishly handsome rogue in a motorcycle jacket. John is already a large man, but the way the jacket pads out his shoulders and chest does things to you. It probably intimidates Derek too, so he puts some extra steel in his tone, lowering his voice in an attempt to sound hard. You just barely repress a laugh, because you have already been cruel enough.

“Who the fuck is this?”

Derek has been in a few action movies, and he fancies himself a tough guy. He starts to square up. You feel the change in John, the tension singing in his frame. Suddenly, he is a loaded spring, a gun ready to fire, and your hand tightens on his, praying you can avoid a scene. Even though Derek’s taller than John, somehow you just know that your real boyfriend would wipe the floor with the actor.

You feel like its serendipity when one of the elevators opens beside you, and fabulous old Mrs. Ginsberg steps out with her yippy little powderpuff of a dog. You pull John into the elevator as the doors are closing. “Sorry Derek. It’s not you, it’s me.” You get to see a split second of his stupidly handsome face turn totally gob smacked before the doors close, and you are heading up. You cackle to yourself, which is sharply interrupted by John’s mouth crashing onto yours.

“Please don’t tell me you actually let that idiot touch you?”

“It would serve you right if I did,” you grumble, still so annoyed by his disappearing act.

He actually growls, and you realize that he really was well and truly jealous. You’re not sure what it says about you, but you fucking love it. He presses you into the wall of the elevator, that intense dark stare locked with yours. Even when the elevator reaches the your floor, he does not move.

“You little minx. Did you orchestrate this whole thing just to get me to find you?”

You lift one eyebrow in answer with a smirk, and you have a split second to anticipate your doom in the clenched line of his jaw before he falls on you, devouring your mouth in another merciless kiss. Then, he honest to god hauls you over his shoulder, exiting the elevator.

“Oh my god, put me down!” you shout, half laughing, half alarmed.

“I don’t think I will.”

“You don’t know where we’re going.”

“Then you’d better tell me.”

You give him the number, and he has to put you down so you can get out your keys. But once the door is open he grabs you up again, and he doesn’t let go until much, much later.

-In the quiet of the night you stir in John’s arms, realizing he is wide awake, stroking light circles on your shoulder as he stares up at the ceiling. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“There might…be a way.”

Your sleep addled brain doesn’t compute at first. But then it dawns on you, and you pop up on your elbows. “Really?” You know you sound desperate. You don’t care. You would risk anything. You are so miserable without him.

He nods, his eyes shining like obsidian in the dark. He traces the curve of your cheek, and you close your eyes, realizing that tears are streaming down. “John…”

You would give anything, you realize, to actually have this man by your side. The relief you feel inside at hearing there is even just a possibility is palpable. Like a muscle long clenched finally released. You narrowly clamp down on the urge to weep. A small, strangled sound escapes you, and he holds you harder, as though he knows. He knows your every tell. He knows the agony of possibility and uncertainty.

“Would they really let you go?” You hate how small your voice sounds. You don’t know who they are, exactly, and you know better than to ask by now. But you do know that you hate them. You hate them, because this man belongs to you. He is the other half of your soul. By cosmic rights, he should be yours at night, and in the day too. Every hour, by your side, in your arms.

“I’m going to try.”

“Will it…be dangerous?” You are so afraid of the answer, which you are already certain is yes.

“Maybe.” He is hedging. He doesn’t want to scare you. You appreciate the lengths he’s gone to, to protect you. You really do. You also know that you don’t really truly understand. How could you?

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

The smile he pays you is so tender, without a drop of condescension. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. “I don’t think so.”

“What will you have to do?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Will you have to…kill people?” His hand against your skin freezes, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far.

“Wow. I really haven’t fooled you at all, have I?” he marvels.

You press your lips. “That night in London, at the Ritz? You had blood on your shirt.”

He closes his eyes.

“You knew all this time?”

“Maybe.”

“And still you wanted me?”

“I’ll always want you, John.” It’s simply the truth.

He looks at you with wonder and reverence in those soulful brown eyes.

“Baby girl.”. He kisses you softly, and you can feel the love in it. He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. He does this for a long time. “I’m not a good man, you know.”

“You are, to me.”

- Before he disappears into the darkness again, hopefully for the last time, you ask him how he got into doing what he does. He admits that he was taken as an orphan, and moulded into a weapon for their own ends.

“You mean you were...a child soldier?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Jesus Christ, baby...”

Your heart breaks for him, and you pull him close. At first he is tense, resisting your sympathy, but then you feel him relax, resting his head on your breast with a heavy sigh.

“How...” How the hell did he turn out the way he did, you wonder silently. Kind, and sane. And yet, you have seen glimpses of the darkness that lurks below. He has never offered it to you, but perhaps there is a savagery he saves for others in the world. You believe to the marrow of your bones though, that he does not hurt anyone who does not already deserve it.

You do not judge him. You are no angel either, and the resilience of this man’s soul is a marvel to you. You don’t know how its possible, but you love him even more.

-When you say goodbye in the wee hours of the morning, John looks at you with an intensity that gives you chills, as though he's memorizing your every molecule. You have no way of knowing, but he is thinking to himself that there are only two ways this can go: he’ll come back to you, or he’ll be dead.

He can’t live without you anymore either.

He kisses you with toe-curling tenderness, his big hand cupping your jaw. He has learned over the years that there is such a thing as the self-fulfilling prophesy. So he pushes thoughts of his doom aside, and makes you both a promise.

“I'll see you soon, y/n.”

“Very soon,” you amend. He smiles at that.

“My greedy girl.”

“Only for you, John.”

He releases a shuddering sigh as he presses his forehead to yours again, as though you are the altar he prays upon. “I meant that I am not a good man, y/n. But know that I loved you with my whole heart.”

“Do not speak of yourself in past tense to me.”

He pays you a grim smile that squeezes your heart like a merciless fist.

“Promise me you'll come back to me,” you insist, your fingers curling in his jacket.

He nods.

“I'll be seeing you.”

It had to be true. The alternative…is unspeakable.

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thehighpriestess1 · 2 years

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August : 7

Summary : Y/n is conflicted about whom to trust and Gojo is trying hard to have her on his side. Utahime takes a much much much needed break :)

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Warning : Smut, Curse words ,mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, drugging, kidnapping, hostage situation. MDNI. 18+ ONLY!!!!!

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This was unusual. He had never asked Hiro to meet in person, especially so close to Gojo towers. Sweat dribbled down Hiro’s forehead as he made his way out of the Gojo tower. The place where they were supposed to meet was a hidden bar two streets away from Gojo towers. Hiro clutched his coat as tightly as he made his way into the dingy alleyway. He felt like someone was following him but there were many people around so he brushed it off. In hindsight he should have listened to his instincts, he should have taken the longer, more public route instead of the secluded shortcut, he should have known that he couldn’t hide from Gojo anymore because one moment he blinked and the next moment when his eyes opened he was in a warehouse, tied to a chair, staring at Gojo Satoru.

“Hello Hiro”. Gojo smiled sweetly as he removed his glasses.

“Where..where am I?”. Hiro groaned. Gojo laughed and picked him up by his shoulders and straightened the chair. It felt like blood finally rushed to Hiro’s brain as glimpses of the past three hours flashed before his eyes. He knew at that moment that his chances of getting out alive were low…very low.

“You are at..”. Gojo pouted and looked around. “Well you are somewhere other than where you were supposed to be”.

“I..don’t know what you me-”. Before he could finish his sentence he left a fist colliding with his cheeks. It stung and hurt and made his eyes tear up. Hiro chuckled. He was prepared for this.

“You better tell me the truth now!”. Gojo’tone got lower as he held Hiro’s jaw with two fingers.

“I..don’t..kno-”. Another punch landed on his other cheek.

“You better start singing”. Gojo said as he pulled out a M1911 handgun and pointed it between Hiro’s eyes.

Hiro knew that Gojo knew. It was pointless to pretend now. “Is it about y/n?”. Hiro asked, tilting his head to reign to get a clear view of Gojo’s face. Gojo scoffed and stepped back. Before Hiro could relax he felt the handle of the gun collide with his nose. Blood dribbled down his mouth and his vision went black again.

-X-

“Why?”. You let out a shaky breath. “Why..why am I here?”. You tried standing up but your legs felt like jelly and before you knew it you were back in the arms of your kidnapper. “Let me go!”. You shrieked and stood up, supporting yourself in the chair.You walked a few steps and began to feel your legs now. Gojo took a deep breath. “You need to calm down”. He said.

You scoffed and turned around to face Gojo,“Calm down?!”, you yelled.

“Y/n please sit down”. Gojo requested.

“You drugged me!”.

“For your safety”.

“You kidnapped me!”.

“For your safety”.

“At least tell me where are you taking me!”

“I can’t”.

“Why not?!”.

“For your safety!”.

“I am not in any danger!”.

“Yes you are”. Gojo said and stood up to get hold of you. But you took a few steps back. “Love..”.

“Don’t you dare call me that!”.

Gojo sighed. “Y/n..I did this to keep you safe”.

“From whom?!”.

“From..people”.

“What people Gojo?!”.

“Utahime..”.

You chuckled. “You want to keep me safe from Utahime?”. You asked, pointing to yourself.

“Yes”.

“And why am I in danger?”. You crossed your arms and leaned sideways on the chair. Your mind was still fuzzy but adrenaline had started to kick in.

“Because .. because..of me”.

“Why..why am I in danger because of you?”. You blinked a couple of time and took a deep breath

“She wants you out of my life because of..our..past”.

“She’s fucking carrying your child! Why would she-”.

“She lied! She is not carrying my child!”. Gojo lashed out, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “I have never..never even touched her”.

You stared at him dumbfounded. You closed your eyes and gulped hard. It didn’t make sense, you got her the tests. “I..No..you’re lying”.

“Y/n, I am not lying. She told me that you were pregnant and..that’s why I confronted you in the elevator. She told me that you were pregnant with Hiro’s child and then you took a week off so I believed it.This was her plan all along. Please trust me on this”.

“And you believed her?”. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Gojo to pretend he had moved on.

Gojo took a step towards you but your eyes remained fixed on the carpeted floor. As absurd as it sounded you had a feeling Gojo was telling the truth. He was right in front of you and now you were scared to look up. Gojo placed his index finger under your chin and made you look up at him. His hand cupped your cheek and his thumb grazed your bottom lip, all the while his eyes didn’t look away from yours’. You held his wrist and jerked his hand away from your face. “Pregnant or not, she is still your fiance. She is the woman you chose!”. Your lips quivered and Gojo gritted his teeth. He could feel you breathe on his face and god how badly he wanted to steal it.

“Are you going to punish me for the rest of my life?”.

“How is this a punishment?”.

“You pushing me away is the biggest punishment you could give me. Hit me all you want..fuck, curse at me but don’t do this..don’t push me away”.

“You can’t have everything Satoru!”.

“I don’t want everything. I want you!”.

“That’s the fucking problem!’. You hit his chest and pushed him away. “Can’t you see that you WANT me! You don’t love me Satoru, you want me! There’s a huge fucking difference!”. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you yelled at him. You took a step back and wiped your nose with the back of your hand. “The woman you love is on the ground, waiting for you”. You hiccuped.

“The woman I love is standing right in front of me.”. Gojo spoke softly and took a step towards you once again. ”The woman I want is standing right in front of me”. Gojo took another step and gently held both of your hands in his.

“Then why did you leave me?”. You looked up at him with tears running down your face.

“I..I was a fool. I was such a fool y/n. I wish I could turn back time, I would choose you over and over again. I miss holding you, I miss sleeping next to you, I miss your tantrums and your anger..I miss everything. I haven’t slept well in over a year and every morning I walk in the office hoping to see you..I love you y/n. I always have”.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and sniffled. You had waited ages to hear this but now instead of making your heart lighter it pierced it. “I loved you. So much. You were all I had! I waited for you until the last second but you…you abandoned me. You left me! I gave up my pride! I put up with all the rumours about me just so I could be with you and you..you threw it all away so fucking easily! You walked in the office hoping to see me? Well guess what, Gojo I walked into the office hoping that it would be my last day! I carried a resignation letter with me every single day hoping that today I’ll have the guts to file it and I didn’t! You…you made me work for for your fucking fiance knowing that I ..that I..fuck it….. You couldn’t sleep? Well guess what?! At least you had a fucking home to go back to! You have a fiance who loves you! You have a roof over your head and you don’t have to worry about bills! I had nothing Satoru…you were all I had! When you didn’t show up at the park I kept cursing my fate that I was not born in the same world as you! I Wished that I could give you everything she did so that you’d choose me!”. You paused to take a deep breath”And now ..Hiro is gone too”. You said out of nowhere. You were shocked by your words and blinked a couple of times to register your words. Maybe somewhere in your heart you wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you. Maybe somewhere you wanted him to know that you were not his anymore and you won’t fall for his sweet lies anymore.

Gojo’s grip on your hand tightened, his eyes grew darker, the atmosphere in his private jet got colder..scarier..like the calm before the storm. He looked down at where your hands connected, and let out a shaky breath.

“Satoru..”. You whispered as his grip tightened but Gojo remained silent. He tugged your arms and dragged you up the stairs with him to the private bedroom at the back of the jet. “Where are you taking me?”. You asked but he remained quiet. Once inside he let go of your arm and slammed the door shut locking it, you looked around to make sense of your new surroundings. In one corner of the room a king sized bed with black silk sheets lay untouched, on the other end a couch with table and bar counter on the side. At the end of the room was a door that you assumed was leading to shower.

“Say it again..”. Gojo spoke standing behind you. You snapped out of your thoughts and turned around. He looked different, angry, hurt, his eyes had darkened and you could see his heaving chest.

“Satoru..I..Why are you doing this? You are happy right? You told me that you are happy in your life and isn’t this what you wanted? The position as head of the clan? Utahime as your fiance? The power, the money? You got what you wanted!”.

“Y/n..do you love Hiro?”. He spoke calmly. But there was nothing soothing about his calm voice.

“I..”.

Before you could finish your sentence Gojo stormed toward you and crashed his lips with yours. You lost your balance momentarily but Gojo’s hand was soon on your waist to press you against him. His other hand supported the back of your head. He needed this. He has been craving this, he needed this like a parched man needed water. Your hand ended up on his shoulders and blood rushed to your brain. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you parted your lips out of instinct. Gojo sucked on your tongue eliciting a moan from you. You could feel him smiling against your lips.”You’re fucking mine!”. He groaned between the kiss as his cheeks hollowed out and he swallowed every whimper, every moan, every breath you let out. Before you could say anything you felt his arms sliding down your body and lifting you up. You mewled as Gojo wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you to the empty wall. He didn’t break the kiss even for a second and you could feel yourself getting dizzy.

“Satoru..”. You whispered but Gojo didn’t reply. Instead his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw, down the column of your neck, all the while Gojo was slowly grinding onto you. You mewled and it only fueled his desire. Gojo’s body felt like it was set ablaze. Every nerve in his body sparked up with desire. He sucked hard on the spot right where your neck met your shoulder and you shuddered in his arms. “Satoru….we can’t..”. You were a panting mess but Gojo was not going to stop on account of people he considered invaluable.

“Why not love?”. He asked, smiling right in front of you. His own lips swollen, hair disheveled and eyes filled with lust. He kept grinding you down on him and it made it harder for you to collect your thoughts. “I..you..Utahime”. You managed to say.

“You want me to kill her? I’ll do it for you..fuck I’ll do anything for you. You're mine y/n. Only mine”. He said as he began leaving open mouthed kisses on the side of your face. “Nn..no”. You said as your hand traveled to the back of his head and you tugged his hair to move his face in front of you. “Hiro..”. Gojo's smile dropped at the mention of Hiro’s name. He licked his bottom lip and clicked his tongue. He moved you once again to the couch and now you were straddling him as he leaned back against the black leather backrest. You tried moving away but his hands came to rest on your hips and slightly rocked them forward. You eyes widened as you felt how hard he was and you let out a moan when it rubbed against your bud. “Love, look at me”..

You opened your half lidded eyes and looked at him. He continued rocking you against him and you had to bite your lip from letting out another moan. Gojo’s hand traveled under your shirt and rested just under your breasts. His thumb grazed your covered tits and you let out a shaky breath. “See ..I know your body better than any man”. He pulled you towards him and crashed his lips on yours once more. You took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged at it. It was Gojo’s turn to moan now. “Fuck..fuck fuck”. He let out a string of curses as you kissed him back with equal passion.His lips molded into yours perfectly and all your suppressed emotions came to surface. You wanted to love him, wanted to show him what he meant to you but you also wanted to hurt him just as much as he had hurt you . His one hand traveled down your stomach and in your pants.

“Fuck you’re so wet. So perfect. All for me. This is all mine…only mine”. Gojo said as his fingers stroked your folds through your panties. He pulled aside your panties to the side and let one finger graze your folds. You both moaned in unison. “I missed this”. Gojo said, and let another finger join in. “Fuck Satoru”. You were reaching your high fast. “Are you close ,love?”. Gojo asked, amused. You nodded your head. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”. He asked against your lips. “Ye..yes”. You let out a breathy moan. “I want to taste you love. I missed your taste so fucking much. Can I? Will you let your Satoru make you feel good?”.

“Nnngghh fuck. Yes”. You mewled. Gojo picked you up and carried you to the edge of the bed. In an instant your pants were off along with your panties and Gojo was kneeling in front of you in between your legs. Gojo Satoru had never kneeled like this for anyone, but this..this was his altar and he was about to pray.

His tongue swiped up and down your folds gathering your slick and it made your shudder. Gojo moaned as he attached his mouth to your cunt making your eyes roll back. He darted his tongue inside and groaned when he felt you clenching around it. “I’m..I’m so..close”. You panted above him. His lips latched around your clit and sucked it while his fingers masterfully massaged your sweet spot inside. It was too much for you but Gojo didn’t slow down. He needed it just as bad as you did. “Fuck”. You cursed and he knew you were about to come. His tongue switched places with his fingers and seconds later you gushed around him. Gojo groaned as he lapped up every drop you had to offer him. “Fuck..Fuck you’re perfect”. Gojo said as he stood up and rid himself of his shirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you came down from your high but the sight in front of you made your thighs clench again. Gojo was still in his pants as he slotted his one knee between your legs and leaned down to kiss you again. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands traveled down your sides and grabbed the hem of your jumper. “Do you want this?”. He asked, his nose nudging against yours. You couldn’t think of anything. You wanted this but your mind kept going back to people on the ground. Gojo could read your face like an open book and brought his one hand up to cup your cheeks. “You’re the only one for me y/n. Utahime is not in my life anymore. I promise ..I promise I will never leave you again. I’d rather die than let go of you”. Gojo whispered between breaths.

“You promise?”. You asked. Looking at him with half lidded eyes.

“I promise. I swear on my life”. Gojo said as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Now tell me, do you want this?”. Contrary to his intimidating appearance, his hands held you delicately, they roamed the lengths of your body like they knew every curve, every freckle. “Yes..”. You breathed out and Gojo wasted no time in ridding you and himself of clothes.

“Ahhh fuck..you’re so fucking tight. Relax baby”. Gojo groaned as he nudged the head of his cock in. “Guess that scum didn’t fuck you enough”. He spoke to gritted teeth as he sunk in inch by inch. You gritted your teeth as Gojo stretched you open. Even though you had cum once, he was abundantly gifted and you knew from experience he will make it fit and it will feel great. “Shut..up”. You breathed out as he sank in completely. Gojo hovered over you, he pinned your hands above your head, his one hand holding both of yours, his other palm laid flat next to your head. “Why? Can’t have me insulting your friend?”. He asked as he pulled out half way and slammed in. Your back arched as you let out a choked moan. “He has no place in your life”. Gojo slammed again. “He has no right to touch you with his filthy hands”. Gojo slammed harder.

“Fuck! Satoru!”. You yelped.

“Yeah..that’s right. You should only have my name on your lips. You see how perfectly we fit together..you were made for me y/n, Right love?”. Gojo asked, slowly rocking his hips. You gulped and nodded your head. You closed your eyes momentarily to calm yourself down as Gojo was nudging perfectly at your spot. “Open your eyes”. Gojo commanded but you didn’t listen.

“Love..open your eyes”. He asked again as he picked up his pace. You mewled and kept them closed. Gojo slammed hard again and it made your eyes flutter open.

“Good. Look at me as I make you mine, okay love?”.

“Okay”. You said and Gojo Picked up a brutal pace.

Gojo had never gone this long without sex but he just couldn’t do it with anyone who wasn’t you. Now that he had you wrapped around him he was doing everything in his power to not come undone yet. He wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. He let go of your hands above your head and leaned back on his heels. His hands found their place on your hips and gave him the perfect angle to hit every spot. His pace and intensity increased with this new position and Gojo shuddered as he felt you fluttering around him.

“Tell me you’re mine…tell me y/n”.

“Satoru! Fuck! I..’m yours”.

“That’s right! You’re mine. Only mine. Only mine”. Gojo grunted as he slammed hard inside your.

“Satoru!”. You moaned and a smile formed on Gojo’s lips. “That’s right baby. Let me hear you. Fuck I’ve waited so long to hear this. To see this. You look so fucking pretty right now”. He wasn’t lying. You naked against black silk sheets with your hair splayed out, tits jiggling with each thrust, Mouth forming an O, lips swallowed, eyes half lidded, was everything Gojo wanted, Gojo has found his paradise. A new jealousy creeped inside of him thinking Hiro had seen you this way and his eyes darkened at the thought. There was no way he was going to let any man touch you ever again.

“Satoru ..close”. You said. Gojo groaned in jealousy and picked up his pace. “Fuck..go ahead and cum around me love. Fuck let me fell this cunt gush around me..show me that you belong to me y/n”. Gojo brought his one hand to circle your clit and turned you into a moaning mess as you came around him. Gojo didn’t stop and kept his pace going. Your hands clenched the bedsheet as you came down from your high but Gojo was still hitting that spot, bruising it.

Gojo was heaving, he missed this feeling. His eyes almost closed in euphoria. “Do it again”. He whispered and leaned down wrapping your legs around his waist. He intertwined his hands with yours’ and kissed the tip of your nose. “Wanna feel you cum again”.

“I..can’t”.

“Please please please…I know you can. I missed you so much. Fuck I wanna cum with you. Please”. You nodded your head and wrapped your hands around his neck. Both of you stared into each others’ eyes as Gojo slowly rocked inside you. “I love you y/n”. Gojo declared. But you couldn’t find it in yourself yet to accept it and Gojo understood that. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of marks that would tell the world that you belonged to Gojo Satoru. He placed his palms flat on either side of your head and picked up his pace once more. He knew he was close but he was determined to cum with you. He could feel you flutter around him again as his own pace faltered and leaned down to kiss you as you both reached your high. Your nails left a trail of red marks on his back as you moaned under him.

“Where should I..”. Gojo asked through gritted teeth..

“Inside”. You breathed out. Gojo smiled and his lisp captured yours once again. “Fuck you’re perfect..You’re my y/n!”. Gojo groaned loudly as he pulled you into a kiss when came hard inside with you. He didn’t think he had ever cum that much for that long and continued to rock inside you with his lips leaving butterfly kisses on yours.

Once you both got down from your high, Gojo slowly pulled out. He sat on his heels and watched as beads of white cum dropped out of your folds and he smiled to himself. You placed a hand on your eyes to cover up the tears. “Hey..what happened?”. Gojo cooed as he got out of bed and held your hand covering up your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up..come on”. Gojo said as he placed a kiss on your knuckle and stood up to wrap a towel around his waist.

You jerked your hand away and sat up, wrapping the sheets around you as you got out of bed. “I’ll clean myself up”. You groaned as a shooting pain traveled up your legs but you balanced yourself with one hand on the wall.

“What..what happened?”. Gojo asked, shocked by your sudden change in mood.

“Nothing happened”. You said as you made your way to the bathroom. “I’m just going to clean myself up”.

Gojo stood in front of you and lifted your chin to look at him. “What’s wrong , love? Did I do something wrong? Why are you being so cold?”. You could see he was close to tears but you had to protect yourself.

“You didn’t do anything. I just..You wanted me and you had me. Soon you’ll realize that this was a mistake and you had just cheated on your fiance with your ex girlfriend and I don’t want to end up at rock bottom again”.

Gojo bit his bottom lip and you could see his eyes turn red. “No..it’s not that. You..you don’t trust me? I wouldn’t cheat. I told you Utahime is out of my life. You have to trust me”.

“You haven’t given me a reason to”.

“Y/n..please don’t do this to me. It hurts love. It hurts so much”. He brought your hand up and placed it on his chest. You could feel his rapidly beating heart and shivering hands. “Please y/n don’t push me away..it fucking hurts. I’m begging you. Don’t..please don’t do this..I..I thought we were good..all this it wasn’t for nothing. I meant it when I said I love you. Don’t do this please..i’m begging you y/n”.

“Don’t do what?”. You tried your best to sound nonchalant. “I am protecting myself from getting hurt by you again. Why is this wrong?”. You could feel his body tense up under your touch and you pulled your hand away once again.

“No no no. I won’t hurt you. I promise. Please…don’t..don’t do this”. Tears rolled down Gojo’s eyes and his lips quivered. You wanted to hold him but why should you? Who held you when you were curled up on your living room floor crying your eyes out for him?

“Let me go Gojo”.

“No no no no no. This..this meant nothing to you?”. He asked.

“No it didn’t. It was something both of us wanted and we did it. Why should there be any feelings attached to it?”. You picked up your clothes and made your way around him to the bathroom before you broke down in front of him.

-X-

You walked out of the bedroom and sat opposite to Gojo. You could tell he had been crying but so were you. “I want to ask you something”. You said, sternly.

“Anything”. Gojo replied. His head rested against the backrest and his gaze was focused on the ceiling..

“If I am in danger does it mean Hiro is too?”.

Gojo closed his eyes and another tear rolled down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and gulped down the glass of water kept in front of him. “Maybe he is. Why do you care?”.

“Because I care about him. I am worried about him”.

“You just cheated on him”. Gojo chuckled with a sad smile.

“That is between him and I. I just want him to be safe”. You said, looking down at your hands in your lap. You felt guilty but you couldn’t risk it again.

“I hope he is safe too… For your sake”.Gojo said and you could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

“If I ask you something, would you answer me honestly?”.

“I would. But I doubt you’ll believe me”.

“Ask already”. Gojo said as he studied your face. You shook your head and looked outside the window. “I said I’ll be honest with you so ask what you want to ask”.

“Will I ever get to see Hiro?”. Silence filled the space between the two of you. Gojo didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t want to lie to you but he knew you were not ready for the truth yet.

“That depends on Suguru. I hope he finds Hiro soon”.

“Are you sure taking me to Singapore would keep me safe?”

“Yes”.

“What if something happens to me? I have no one to-”

“If anything happens to you I will tear this world apart y/n”. Gojo spoke, cutting you off. Hihs voice dropped an octave and chills ran down your spine. “I’ll find you wherever you are and I’ll keep you safe. You can hold yourself back all you want but I won’t”.

-X-

You walked inside the penthouse on the top floor of the high rise building with Gojo and his guards behind you. “You like it?”. Gojo asked as he kept the bags down near the couch and gestured to the guards to leave you two alone.

“It’s..too big”. You rubbed the sides of your arms and walked around.

“It’s big enough for two of us”.

You turned around to look at Gojo. “You’re..you’re staying here with me?”.

“You don’t want me to?”. Gojo asked as he walked past you.

“No..I mean..what about your work?”. You asked, following him.

Gojo chuckled. “I can work from anywhere I want”.

“What about your family?”.

“We can start one of you want. But I think it’s too soon”. Gojo turned his head around and winked at you.

You scoffed and followed him inside the bedroom. “This is your room”. Gojo said and placed your bag near the door. He pressed a button on the wall and the curtains pulled back to reveal a glass wall, covering more than half of the room,overlooking the city. “This is your bedroom so make yourself comfortable”.

“My room? Where will you stay?”. You asked as you walked around, familiarizing yourself with the place. Gojo chuckled behind you. “Do you want to stay in the same room as me?”.

“I didn’t say that”. You mumbled.

Gojo chuckled. “Settle in love. I’ll see you for dinner”.

Gojo was setting up the dinner table when he saw you walk out of your bedroom in red checkered pants and white full sleeve top, your hair was in a messy bun at the nape of your neck and you had no makeup on, yet you were the most beautiful woman to Gojo. “Dinner’s ready”. Gojo said, smiling at you. But you ignored him and made your way around him to the refrigerator. You opened the door and scanned the ingredients.

“Hey..I’ve cooked us some soba for dinner. It’s your favorite right?”. Gojo spoke as he set the bowl on each side of the dinner table. You didn’t reply and instead picked out an apple and bottle of water and closed the refrigerator.

“What makes you think I am going to eat anything you cook for me?”. You mumbled and started walking back to your room without sparing him a glance. Gojo froze in his place and watched you walk back to your bedroom. He heard the door shut loudly and let out a quivered breath. He looked down at the two bowls he had prepared. He didn’t even rest after traveling because he was so excited to cook for you but now in this moment he realized how hard it was going to be to win your trust back. Tears fell on the maroon placemats near the bowls and Gojo sniffled. He straightened up and took a deep breath. He was not going to give up so easily.

You were sitting on the floor, with your back resting against the foot of the bed, in the dark room. You stared out the window, the city skyline looked pretty, but you were not in the mood to appreciate it. Your gaze was set at a distant point, wondering if somewhere out there was a solution to all of this, If somewhere out there Hiro was eating his dinner..or lunch..or breakfast. You sighed and took a sip out of the water bottle.

You saw the silhouette of the white haired man walking towards you from the corner of your eye and cursed yourself for not locking the door. “Why are you here?”. You asked coldly. Gojo sat down next to you and put the tray of food in front of you. It had one bowl and one set of chopsticks. “I told you I’m not going t-”.

“I am not going to drug you”. Gojo said, mixing the contents of the bowl. “I’m sorry for the last time”.

You turned your head towards him, “Then why are you here?”.

“I know it is hard for you to trust me so ..how about this, I’ll eat the same food from the same bowl. Is that okay with you?”. He asked, smiling softly at you.

You chuckled, “Why are you so fixated on me eating this?”.

“Because I made it for you and I want you to trust me”. Gojo said and picked up the bowl and took a bite of noodles. He then picked up noodles and held it in front of your face. “Eat..please”.

You stared at him. You wanted to tell him that you can eat by yourself but you didn’t. You let him feed you. Gojo’s smile grew and you suppressed yours. He continued to take a bite and feed you the next one silently until the bowl was empty.

“You should rest now”. Gojo said as he picked up the tray and stood up. You didn’t say anything and kept staring at your hands in your lap. Gojo stared down at you and was about to leave when he heard a sniffle. He placed the tray on the bed side table and immediately crouched down in front of you. “Hey..what happened?”.

You shook your head and rubbed your nose. Gojo lifted your face up and his heart dropped when he saw your swollen eyes. He tried to pull you into a hug but you stopped him by placing a hand on his chest. “Y/n, what happened?”.

You stood up and rubbed your eyes. “I’m fine”. Gojo’s shoulders dropped as he got up after you. He shook his head. “No. What happened to you? You won’t even let me take care of you!”.

“Why should I?”. You spat out, anger rising inside you as you turned to look at him.

“Y/n..please don’t do this. I am trying to fix everything. I am doing it for you, for us”. Gojo’s voice quivered.

“No Satoru. No one took care of me when I needed it the most so why should I let anyone..especially YOU take care of me now?”.

“Because I want to!”.

“So you didn’t want to take care of me back then?”.

“It’s not that..I did but-”. Pain spread out through his chest and his throat hurt by trying to control his emotions.

“Right, you did take care of me back then by offering me money!”. You scoffed.

“I told you I’m sorry! I was a fool! I fucked up! I am trying to make things work! I am trying to make you see that I have changed!”. Gojo lashed out.

“By drugging me and kidnapping me!”.

“I had no choice! I had to do it to keep you safe from Naoya!”.

“Why?! Why would anyone want to hurt me! What have I ever done to anyone!”.You spoke, You were pacing around the room with your hands flailing by your side.

Gojo tried to hold you and calm you down but you were so angry at him that as soon as his hands touched your shoulder you pushed them away and slapped him. As soon as you realized what you had done you gasped and took a step back. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Gojo looking down at the floor.

“Satoru..I’m..”.

Gojo pressed his lips together. He was hurt, not because you hit him but because he thought you hated him.Though he thought he deserved to be hated by you he knew if he wanted you to trust him he had to come clean. “You really wanna know the truth?”. Gojo asked, looking up at you. You could see tears streaming down his face. You had expected him to be angry but he looked broken instead. You nodded your head. “Follow me”. Gojo said and turned around on his heels.

You gulped and followed Gojo out of your room and through a long corridor. You entered what looked like a study room turned office. Gojo walked around the desk and pulled out his laptop. He opened it and after a few minutes of silence turned the laptop towards you.

“Utahime is not the kind of person you think she is”. Gojo said calmly as he pressed play on the audio.

“I just want her out of his life!”. Utahime spoke. You could hear the anger in her voice.

Naoya chuckled. Naoya’s voice sounded familiar to you. “She will be, soon. Have patience darling”.

“Oh no no. I don’t just want her out. I want her dead!”. Utahime spoke and you froze in your place.

“Now why would you want someone as inconsequential as her dead?”.

“Because as long as she is alive Satoru is never going to look at me! He hasn’t even touched me and we have been engaged for months!”.

“If you want a man to touch you I can solve that problem for you”. Naoya laughed.

“You said you’d do anything for me. I want her dead before this year ends. Is that clear?”.

“Don’t worry. She will be dead within a month. But don’t you dare forget your end. As soon as y/n is dead you will hand over your companies to me”.

Gojo stopped the recording from playing any further and looked at you. You had gone pale and were frozen in your place. “This is why I did what I did. I agree my method was not the most ethical but I did it to save you. I didn’t have time to explain everything and I couldn’t just let you stay there”.

You looked up at him and gulped painfully. “Why didn’t we go to the police?”.

“Because it’s much more complicated than it seems. Suguru is taking care of the… legal things but I had to get you out of there. You opened your mouth to say something but then closed it. “Y/n I’m sorry you have to go through this”.

“Do you think they..took Hiro?”. You asked, biting your lip.

Gojo sighed and looked down. “Possible. We are not sure yet. Suguru has his suspicions and he is looking into it”.

You nodded. “I..I’m sorry for everything I said. I misunderstood you guys”. You let out a shaky breath and sat on the chair. Your head was spinning and you could see black dots lining your vision. “I..I’m”. You tried speaking but your heart was beating so lousy that you couldn’t talk properly. Gojo was kneeling in front of you within a second. “Hey hey..calm down. They can’t hurt you here”. Gojo said and held both your hands. “Breath with me”. He said and you tried following his breathing pattern. “Good”. Gojo encouraged you to keep going.

“I’m sorry I hit you”. You said looking at his right cheek.

Gojo chuckled and shook his head. “I deserved it”.

“No no no..it's just..I was so angry and confused”. You said and cupped his cheek gently. “I’m sorry”. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Gojo’s eyes widened and then softened when you pulled back. “I’m sorry”.

“You don’t have to apologize, y/n. I should have told you everything. But if that’s how you apologize then maybe you can do it once more”. Gojo chuckled and ruffled your hair and smiled at you.”Don’t worry about them. I won’t let them harm you”.

“What about you?”. You asked, frowning at him.

‘What about me?”

“What if..what if he hurt you?”

Gojo chuckled. “He can’t hurt me”.

“How are you so sure? He sounds dangerous..like someone from the Mafia”.

“You underestimate me y/n”. Gojo chuckled.

“What do you mean?”you asked, biting your lip. Gojo chuckled. “Nothing. Just remember I won't hurt you. Now let’s get you to sleep..it has been a long day for you”.

You tried getting up but your legs gave up and you collapsed back on the chair. Gojo smiled and scooped you in his arms. Your cheeks flushed and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I can walk on my own”. You said, pouting. You felt embarrassed. You were mad at him for everything he had done in the past but you were grateful to him for possibly saving your life, above all you hated that you still loved him.

“Can you?”. Gojo asked, smirking at you.

“Fuck off”. You mumbled and Gojo squeezed you out of adoration. “You’re cute”. He said as he walked in your bedroom. He put you down on your bed gently and placed the bottle of water right by your bedside table. “I’ll be in the next room. If anything happens you come to me, okay?”. He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded your head and pulled the duvet over yourself. “Good night”.

“Good night y/n”.

Maybe it had been minutes or even hours, you didn’t know. You tossed and turned in your bed but you just couldn’t sleep. There were times when it felt like you’ll finally fall asleep but soon you found yourself wide awake again. You groaned and got out of bed to make your way towards your bedroom door. You stopped in your tracks, thinking if you’d be disturbing him over nothing but he was your only solution at this point.

You stood outside his door and clenched your fist. “1..2…3..knock”. You said to yourself and raised your fist to knock on the door but before your fist came in contact with the door it opened revealing a shirtless Gojo in gray track pants. His hair was all over the place and you could tell he had trouble sleeping as well. “Y/n..?”. Gojo spoke, squinting his eyes in the darkness.

“Yes?”. You asked, your hand clasped behind your back.

“What are you doing up?”.

“I can ask you the same question”. You retorted.

Gojo chuckled. “Are you always ready to argue with me?”.

“I couldn’t sleep”. You spoke coldly.

“Me neither. I was about to come see you”.

You scoffed. “Did you want to watch me sleep? Are you a pervert?”.

“I could accuse you of the same”. Gojo said, leaning against the door with his hands crossed over his chest.

“Whatever. I ..I want to sleep..but I can’t sleep”. You stomped your feet in annoyance.

“Alright come in”. Gojo said, straightening up.

You lay next to Gojo with your back facing him. Somehow your mind was calmer but there was different tension in your body. Gojo watched the curve of your back, smiling to himself. He had a feeling he was about to sleep peacefully after months but he didn’t want to waste a second of this. He wanted to imprint this moment on his heart.

“Satoru..”. You whispered, unsure if the white haired male had fallen asleep.

“y/n..”. Gojo whispered back.

You turned around to face him and were taken aback to see him smiling like a fool. “Are you sure they won’t be able to hurt you?”.

Gojo's smile shrank and he nodded silently. His white hair falling over his eyes.

“But if..if they want me dead and if they find out that you saved me..wouldn’t it give them a reason to hurt you?”.

Gojo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead. “They can’t hurt me even if they want to”.

“Why not?”

“Because they are not strong enough to do that”. Gojo could still see worry on your face and cursed himself to ever let someone like you go. “Come here”. Gojo pulled you in his warm embrace and smiled when he felt your body relax. You wrapped your arm around his torso and closed your eyes. Silently praying for Gojo..for Hiro..and for yourself.

-X-

Utahime held her head in her hands as the car crossed the iron gates of Gojo’s holiday house. She seemed to be getting weaker, her thick sunglasses protected her from the sunlight or any light that amplified her headache and the long car ride only added to her nausea. She noticed that there was an unusually high number of guards present but chuckled it off to Gojo being protective of her.

The fleet of black cars came to a halt in the driveway and one of the guards rushed to help Utahime get out of the car. Utahime took a deep breath of the fresh air and smiled.

“Is everything set inside?”. She asked the guard.

‘Yes ma’am. Let me take you to your room and you can rest”.

“Okay. Any word from Satoru?”. Utahime asked as she took her sunglasses off and began walking ahead of the guards. Her zimmerman dress flowing with wind as she entered the holiday house.

“Yes ma’am. His flight just landed and he will be heading straight to the meeting. He has given us strict orders to not let you off the property until he gets back. Utahime’s smile grew wider. “Has he now?”. She mumbled to herself and made her way towards the master bedroom.

The guards stopped outside the door as Utahime walked inside the bedroom. “I’ll take my dinner in my bedroom and tell the Doctor…what’s his name to speak with the chef. I don’t want to be disturbed now”. The guards nodded with pressed lips and closed the door.

Utahime walked around the bedroom, the wall opposite to the door of the bedroom was entirely made of floor to ceiling glass windows that opened into a balcony, giving a view of the vast farmlands. The four poster king size bed,with a mahogany table and chair set next to it, faced the wall with television. Utahime smiled, the interior was just her style. She walked over to the bed and saw a bouquet of roses with a note attached kept on it. She smiled confusingly as the flowers seemed a little stale but she shrugged it off to timing. She picked up the bouquet and sat on the edge of the bed facing the windows. “He is romantic. I like that”. She mumbled to herself as she opened the pink note card.

Hi,

I hope you are feeling better. I hope I can see your face right now. BTW I have left a gift for you. Check the drawer of the study table.

P.s : I hope you get well soon. I can’t wait to see you.

With Love,

Gojo Satoru.

Utahmie bit her bottom lip as blood rushed to her cheeks. All her tiredness from the trip was washed away with excitement. She opened the drawer of the study table and saw a pendrive with a sticky note attached to it. “Play me :)” It read in Gojo’s handwriting.

She took the pendrive and connected it with the television. It had only one video and she clicked on it. As soon as the video started playing the remote fell from her hand and her legs gave up. It was her last meeting with Naoya.”No no no no no no no”. She shrieked and ran towards the door but as soon as she opened the door the guards blocked her path.

“LET ME OUT!!”. She tried pushing against them but they didn’t budge. She ran to the other end of the room to open the windows and saw uniform clad guards standing in line below the balcony window. She was trapped. “NO!!!” She yelled and threw the remote at the TV cracking it a little but the video continued to play.

She ran her hands through her hair and marched towards her handbag. She flipped it upside down, emptying the contents on the bed. Her phone fell on the ground and she immediately picked it up. Her hands were shaking as she unlocked it. She didn’t know whom to call first, Gojo or Naoya or her family..no she could not even think what her family would do to her if they found out what she had done. But to her surprise Gojo had solved that problem for her. He cared so much about her that he didn’t want her to waste her energy in choosing whom to call in her time of distress. Because as soon as Utahime Iori unlocked her phone she found it to be completely wiped out. No contact no SIM.

Utahime stared at her phone in utter shock. Her wallpaper had been changed to a photo of her and Naoya that seemed to have been taken by a spy. Her gallery was filled with the multiple videos and photos of her and Naoya. She collapsed on the floor and yelled and yelled and cried until her consciousness gave out.

-X-

Suguru Geto sat with his legs crossed in front of the beaten up man. Hiro was still not talking and Geto was running out of patience.

“I am going to ask you again. Why were you going to meet Naoya Zenin?”. Geot asked, flicking his cigarette.

‘I..”. Hiro struggled to speak. Paine coursed through his body at slightest of movement and he was beginning to doubt how long he could hold out for. “..asked me to meet”. He finished the sentence with a ragged breath.

“Naoya asked you to meet him?”. Geto raised an eyebrow.

Hiro nodded in response.

‘Why would Naoya Zenin ask you to meet him?”.

“I..work..for..him”. Hiro groaned as he choked on blood.

Geto hummed in response. He had his doubts about Hiro working for Naoya and it was confirmed now. But being right does not always bring peace, sometimes it has the opposite effect.

“What work did you do for him?”. Geto leaned forward, strands falling on either side of his face. His hawk-like eye sent shudders down Hiro’s spine. Hiro knew that his chances of getting out of here alive were getting lower day by day, but if he was going to die then he was going to take Gojo Satoru down with him.

“What world did you do for Naoya?”. Geto asked again but Hiro just smirked at him.

“Tell me detective..”. Hiro spoke. He spat out blood to clear his throat. “Do you think you can save y/n?”. Hiro smiled.

Geto gritted his teeth. “Why do you want to hurt y/n?”.

Hiro chuckled. “Why kill Gojo Satoru once when I can kill him every..single…day”.

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pankowblues · 3 months

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Never Leave Me Again

Request by - @nemesyaaa

Summary - After leaving OBX cause of parents divorce your bsf JJ cuts you and when you come back things changed.

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Driving through the streets of Outer Banks is weird since you have not been here for 4 years, well I mean especially after your parents got a divorce, a very nasty one. My mom married a rich man up in California and I lived there for 4 years and now all of us are moving back to the Outer Banks. The divorce led me to having to move from my home and my friends, the Pogue's. Which leads me to my next thing, my best friend, JJ Maybank, well let me say my friend now since he stopped contacting me. I really don't know what happened I mean one random night he just stopped contacting me and to this day I am confused.

The car comes to a stop which pulls me from my thoughts. We're stopped outside a huge colonial house which bigger than someone needs for a 3 people. I get out the car and get my suitcase and start walking to the front door. Once I make it to the front door, I stare at it collecting my thoughts. To going full kook the Pogue's always said.

I open the door to find Sarah and Kie.

"OMG girls I missed you so much!”

Sarah and Kie launch themselves at me which leads me to almost falling backwards but I caught myself.

"We missed you so much!" Sarah squeals

Kie joins in "Even the Pogue's missed you a lot!".

After our little reunion Sarah brought up the bonfire tonight.

It's currently 8pm and I'm waiting for the twinkie and if someone looked at me right now they would think I’m crazy with the shit eating grin on my face. Only cause im excited to see all the other pogues mainly JJ. I stop thinking once I hear the twinkie honk. I see all the boys standing outside the twinkie and I smile at JJ but my smile drops right when I see a blond bitch standing right next to JJ grabbing onto him like a koala. I ignore it for a second and go sprinting towards the rest of the pogues. I dont even know who I’m going towards anymore but I end up in John B’s arms.

"I missed you so much b!"

"I missed you too Y/N/N".

I let go of John B and hug Pope and I step in front of JJ. I let out a breath I didnt know I was holding in

"JJ."

“Y/N."

I lauch myself at him and we both hold onto each other for the time in what feels like forever. I missed his so much as I hide my face in the crook of his neck. We stay like this for about 45 more seconds till a high-pitched voice breaks us up

"JJ thats enough of hugging the girl"

JJ backs up from me and mouths sorry and I just nod.

It’s around 1am and to say I’m not drunk would be a lie. I found a guy and I’m dancing with him but he doesn’t feel the same as jj. I haven’t seen him in a while so I’m guessing he went off with that chick to do god knows what. For some reason thinking about them makes my blood boil. I talked to Sarah and she said that he got with the chick cause he needed someone to get over with the whole thing of me leaving but I doubt that. I start to grind my hips against him but he really shows no care back

“maybe he’s just a douche” I mumble beneath my breath.

“Hey um I’m going to go get a drink I’ll be back” he says

“um ok I guess” and with that he walks away.

It’s been an 20 minute and he’s still not back so I start looking for him and I see the most unexpected thing today. Jj yelling the fuck out of him.

“Don’t. Talk. To. Her.” he says but before anything gets out of hand I run up to him and pull him away.

“JJ what’s your fucking problem!” I yell at him

He grabs my wrist and pulls me somewhere more private and says “not here”. I don’t know where the hell we are but we’re in a storage closet I’m guessing?.

“JJ I was actually talking to the guy!” I really wasn’t.

“He’s not fucking good for you trust me!”

“Oh like you would know god why can’t I try finding a boyfriend but it’s totally ok to have your tongue down a chicks throat”

“because I still like you god damn it! I know he’s not the one cause I’m the one!”

“Then why the fuck would you stop contacting me”

“I started liking so much to the point I couldn’t handle you being away and I regretted not telling you earlier before you left”

“so why are with that girl?” I ask barely a whisper and not really comprehending the fact our faces are so close together.

“Because I was trying to get over you I starting liking you so much- scratch that loving you so much to point where I had to cut you off cause I didn’t think you would ever come back like I said already”

Maybe Sarah was right after wards.

“Kiss me.” I say.

He smashes his lips onto me like it’s the last time he’ll ever see me. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine

“Be my girlfriend Y/N”

“Only if you break up with her”

“Anything for you”. I kiss him again

“JJ”

“yea?”

“Never leave me again”

“I promise I’ll never leave you again”

By the end of the day I explained the whole reason I left with JJ apologizing numerous times about ghosting me, JJ broke up with the girl, and apparently pope won a bet about us getting together. In the end I always knew me and JJ would find our way back to each other and I love him to the moon and back.

- this is my first fic I’ve ever written and I absolutely hate im actually so sorry but if you read please leave your honest opinions and don’t be scared to be rude and credits to @anitalenia for the divider, if your looking for a dividers look on her account there are cute ones on there 💗

#jj mayback x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank #jj fic #angst to fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #one shot

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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Mi campeón (Julián Álvarez x Reader)

** Anon request. I hope you like it ❤️😊**

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"Wake up", said your classmate, laughing at the faces you were making trying not to fall asleep.

You had been trying to pay attention all morning, but it was hard when you had barely been able to get any sleep the previous night. After the semifinal win for Argentina, in which your boyfriend Julián scored a brace, the adrenaline in your body made it impossible to fall asleep. And you also spent two hours on facetime with him once he was back in the hotel.

Because of university, you knew you couldn't go to Qatar from the beginning of the tournament but you really hoped to be there for the final if the team reached it. It was then that you were told there were visa problems that made it impossible for you to travel over there. The disappointment was hard to hide but you did your best. Julián had enough to worry about.

"Good luck", you heard your professor say when you walked past him on your way out of the classroom.

"Excuse me?"

"For the final", he added, pointing at the Argentina shirt you were wearing.

"Right. Thank you. We'll need it".

"I'm sure the little man will work his magic and get the cup. See you next year".

"See you then".

Not being able to go to Qatar meant you were travelling to Argentina a week earlier than you would have on a normal uni year. The team was going to travel there anyways and both you and Julián had plans to spend Christmas with your families in your hometown.

The two of you had known each other since you were babies. Born two months apart and being neighbours your entire life, even though you hated each other when you were kids. Everyone could tell the change in your relationship once you got a bit older and it was a couple of years ago that you proved their theories right by starting to date.

Now you have followed him to Manchester but not to Qatar. The last time you were away from each for so long was probably ten years ago. But the wait was almost over now. You were going to see him in a couple of days.

"Another penalty?"

Your family house erupted with all types of colourful insults dedicated to the referee who had just given another penalty to France, which meant they equalized again and the match was ending in a penalty shootout.

Julián had already been taken off, so that meant he wasn't going to take any penalties. A part of you was glad, even if you always trusted him to score it. But the thought of him missing it and getting abuse from people broke your heart. And he'd also blame himself after a great tournament, forgetting every good performance he had before. So maybe it was for the best he was on the bench right now. Even if you knew he wouldn't be happy about it.

It only took a couple of minutes for the penalty shootout to be over, but to the entire country, it felt like it lasted several hours. But they had done it! Argentina were the world champions! Your boyfriend was a world champion. It was hard to believe. It seemed it was only two days ago that you were playing with him and all the other kids in your neighbourhood after school. And now there he was, champion of the world. It wasn't the first trophy he had won but it was the biggest he could ever win.

Even though you knew he wasn't going to get access to his phone for a while, you immediately sent him a text congratulating him and telling him how proud you were and how much you loved him. He always read your messages first even if he had to scroll down to find them because you were always the first one to text.

Your family decided to go out and join everyone celebrating on the streets but they couldn't convince you to go out as well. You wanted to be away from the noise when Julián called you.

When you heard the ringtone, you sprinted from the kitchen to the sofa to get the phone.

"Hi! Oh my God, you won! I'm so proud. I love you so much. Look at that medal! I can't believe you are a world champion. Can you believe it?"

He just laughed at how you couldn't stop talking. That was what you always did when you were nervous or very excited about something. And while he found it adorable, he knew he had to wait until you were done before he could say a word.

"And Leo winning the world cup now…he's just the best. Well, second best. You are the best. You should hear what people are saying about you in England. Everyone is praising you. It's so nice they finally could see how good you are".

After that, you took some deep breaths signalling you were done with your monologue and Julián just said a simple te amo before telling you all about the match and parading the phone around the dressing room so you could congratulate everyone.

"I gotta go. We'll continue the celebrations in the hotel. See you tomorrow. Finally!"

"Yes. Finally", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh. "Te amo, mi campeón" (I love you, my champion).

"I love you more".

Between the jet lag and the anticipation of Julián being back in a couple of hours, you couldn’t sleep at all. So you decided to go back to a habit you had at the beginning of your relationship and that you didn't get to do as often nowadays. You took a piece of paper and wrote him a letter. Most of the time, you just wrote about random things. Someone you saw on the street and that made you laugh or the exam you had to do that week. But the longer letters were those where you poured your heart out to him. This time, it was going to be a very long letter.

After a quick breakfast, it was time to go meet the team. They had planned on seeing their families briefly and then going to the huge parade that was taking place in their honour. The entire city was full of Argentinians waiting to see their heroes.

You only had one hero that you needed to see, but when he finally appeared, you couldn’t move. It was the weirdest sensation and something that had never happened to you before. But you just stared at him while the rest of the family kept running in his direction.

Julián was looking around trying to find you and when he finally spotted you, it was his big smile that finally made you move and run to hug him.

"I missed you", he whispered.

"God. I missed you more".

People kept bumping into you two while moving around the very crowded room, but you didn’t care. You could have stayed like that forever.

"Do I have to go to the parade?"

"No", you said, laughing. "You have to stay with me and never leave again".

"As much as I would love to do that", he said, pressing his forehead to yours, "I still need to leave. I can't say it won't take long but after I'm back I'm not separating from you for longer than 5 minutes every day".

"Okay".

After a long kiss that felt too short for both of you, he was taken back with the rest of the team. But the good thing was that now that you had seen him, you could join in the celebrations.

"I can barely stand", said your mum when you finally sat down after hours of dancing and singing.

"Same".

"Is Julián going to meet us soon?"

You looked down at your watch. "Soon-ish. If they can escape the crowd".

You both laughed at that, thinking about how the bus could barely move because of how many people were there.

"There they are!", said your dad, pointing at the group of players approaching.

It didn't take Julian long to get to where you were all waiting. He lifted you in his arms and started to spin you around, making you laugh.

"Stop! I'm going to be dizzy!"

"I already am dizzy with happiness and love", he said, making you laugh again.

"And drunk".

"I only had a beer".

"Then you are really cheesy", you said, giving his lips another peck.

"Says miss love letters", he taunted you. He loved your letters but also loved teasing you about them.

"Speaking of that", you said, opening your bag to get the one you had written to him this morning.

"Should I wait to read it?"

"It's long, so better save it for when we aren't surrounded by so many people".

When he was about to give you another kiss, someone tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a photo. Great, more fans had gotten inside what was supposed to be the private area.

"It's ok", you told him when he looked at you, a question on his face, "take the photos. I'll wait".

Once people saw one of the players taking photos with fans, they all thought they could get one. It was then you started to notice people pushing you so they could get to Julián and to other players.

"Be careful!", you said to someone who pushed you so hard, he almost made you fall.

"Shut up", was his only response.

You were about to tell him a couple of things when you saw Julián noticing what was going on.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to her. Apologize right now".

When the man heard Julián's words, he turned red. His embarrassment was punishment enough but he turned back to apologize to you.

Julián ignored everyone else so he could get closer to you.

"You ok?"

"Yes. It's just too many people in such a small place and you know how much everyone's been drinking too".

"Let's go", he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to where the cars were.

"We don't have to leave yet", you complained. You didn't want him to cut the celebrations short because of you.

"I want to. Really. I rather spend time with you than stay here", he said, caressing your cheek.

"Ok then".

Back home, he was getting the same amount of attention but from family members this time. Even though Julián never stopped holding your hand and moving you closer to him, he had to pay attention to at least 10 people at the same time. It looked like they were taking turns.

"Finally!", he said, falling down into your bed while you closed the door.

"How tired are you exactly?", you asked, laying down next to him and putting your head on his chest.

"Exhausted. But I don't want to sleep".

"What?", you laughed. That didn't make sense.

"I want to stay awake and spend all my time with you. I can't believe we survived a whole month away from each other".

"I know", you agreed, closing your eyes and holding him tighter.

After a couple of minutes, you remembered your mum was making some mate and asked Julián if he wanted some. When he said yes, you went to the kitchen to get it.

He sat up in the bed and remembered that you had given him a letter earlier, which he still hadn't read. So that's what he did while waiting for you to be back with the drinks.

"My love, telling you that I missed you would be an understatement. But the pride I've felt this whole month made everything more bearable.

I've been thinking back to the times when we played in the park with our friends. How you were always teasing me and how I told my parents you hit me with the ball on purpose, when it was actually me hitting you. I remember the day we confessed our feelings to each other, when you told me all the teasing was you trying to get my attention because you already liked me. And then I had to tell you that I was doing the same…but in a more aggressive way.

I love that we still are those silly teens. I love that we are not afraid of making fun of each other because we know it all comes from a place of love. Even if some people don't understand it. Like your new teammates. They probably think we are really weird in Argentina.

We once said we'd be together every step of the way while we make our dreams come true. That's why I moved to Manchester with you. That's why I felt guilty for not being able to be with you during this World Cup, but didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't feel bad. I never wanted to be a distraction. But I felt guilty. I can finally say it. And I felt so sad when I realised I wouldn't be there when you won the tournament. I guess you'll have to win it again to compensate for it.

But the biggest thing that this month away from you has shown me is that I never want to experience this again. I never want to be away from you again. I want to spend every day of my life with you…".

You got back to the room before he finished reading the letter but he had read enough. He got up from the bed and took the drinks from your hands so he could put them on the table.

"What?"

But he didn't let you say more. He kissed you, holding your face gently, as if you were made of glass.

"Me too", he said, smiling.

"You too what?"

"The letter. I want that too. I want to spend every day, every second, with you".

"Good, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer".

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