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kthologue · 2 years ago

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happy wife, happy life — gojo satoru

synopsis. not fawning over his wife may prove to be harder than gojo thought.

contents. fluff, gojo is so whipped for his wife and everyone is tired (whats new), ooc gojo?

notes. this was pure self indulgence. i wanted to slander and coddle gojo all at once and this was it teehee :3

the first thing you hear when you stand up to leave the staff meeting is a wolf whistle.

“looking good,” satoru looks you up and down. you roll your eyes playfully, your husband’s behavior is not foreign to you. he taps your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt as you take your leave. however, the others in the room don't take kindly to the action.

“highly inappropriate behavior gojo,” utahime mutters under her breath from across the table. beside her, nanami is giving your husband a hard stare.

satoru pays no mind to them though, smiling up at you as you walk out of the room. you shake your head when he continuously blows a series of kisses. he ignores your rejection, opting to mouth crude comments instead.

the moment the door shuts, the strongest sorcerer immediately deflates, disinterested in whatever matters the rest had to discuss about.

“i don’t know how she puts up with you,” utahime takes a long sip out of her cup of tea. beside her, shoko snorts.

“probably for his body.” shoko is not unfamiliar with satoru’s antics, having witnessed it since his rowdy school days. she applauds him for coming far with you, but it was still fun to tease him.

gojo crosses his arms, emitting a disgruntled sound. “and my golden personality?”

nanami sighs, “ieiri’s conclusion is most likely right.”

the limitless user wiggles his finger playfully. “nanamin, how scandalous of you to fantasize about my body! i’m a married man y’know~”

nanami looks like he has eaten something sour. unlike you, nanami’s attitude towards gojo has not softened as the years passed.

“i’m surprised she’s still with you.” utahime snickers. “she’s a sensible woman and you’re–”

satoru frowns at her statement. he’d never thought about how you felt about his behavior. perhaps that was his fatal flaw. gojo satoru had a nasty streak of negligence. and the last time he failed to notice someone dear to him —

“well i’m glad she ended up choosing me, yeah?” his frown is quickly covered up by the wide smirk on his face. he leans back on his chair that’s starting to feel less comfortable by the second. the chair creaks under the weight of his body. honestly, how old are these old wooden things? “as much as i’d like to keep chatting about my lovely wife, i’d like to get this meeting over with so i can see her again.”

the rest of the meeting ensues as usual.

“sensei has been weird… right?” itadori offers his hand after knocking megumi down during a sparring match. the black haired boy grunts as he is pulled up.

“if by weird, you mean normal.” megumi glances back at you and gojo who are watching intently at the first and second years practicing close combat on the training field. it was a bit peculiar to see satoru not throw himself all over you. gojo without pda is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its most essential piece, leaving the overall picture incomplete and lacking the electrifying energy that defines his existence.

“i feel like i should be happy, but it’s unsettling to see him not initiating some misconduct. do you think they’re fighting?” nobara is panting on the grassy floor. she raises her hand in surrender when maki leaps in to take her head off with a spear.

maki retracts her blade, turning back to observe you and gojo, “nah, gojo would fold at her command.”

“salmon.”

from across the training field, you turn to your husband nervously, “why are they staring at us?”

satoru hums, his blindfolded gaze focuses on the field in front of you, “hm, maybe they’re admiring their very beautiful [name] sensei.” the blindfolded man pauses. compliments should still be okay– right? satoru can’t imagine a life without lavishing you with love, yet he will content himself with gently sprinkling you with affection.

you smack his shoulder playfully. to your surprise, your husband doesn’t reciprocate with some form of physical affection. you tilt your head, perplexed.

quickly dismissing it, you yell at your students to continue their training.

you don’t notice the way satoru clenches his fists, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but you.

the next time satoru is tempted by your presence is when he comes back home after a mission. it was a walk in the park, but the heavy stack of paperwork that followed it had depleted his energy. all he wanted was to snuggle in bed with his wife, selfishly keeping you all to himself.

and you’re not making it easier to resist with the way you warmly greet him with a smile in nothing but a small cotton tee and those tiny pajama shorts. eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, satoru mentally chants.

he thinks he might actually die.

“toru!” you abandon the book you had been reading to pay your husband taxes (kisses that satoru demands he must have). “you’re home awfully late.”

“mission… paperwork,” his clipped response is mumbled as he hurries past you and to your shared bathroom, avoiding your touch. satoru silently prays to the heavens that you don’t notice his suspicious efforts as he makes his way to take a much needed ice cold shower.

you stand in your spot in confusion, letting your husband go. slowly, you start to connect the pieces of satoru’s strange behavior from his refusal to touch you to his sudden responsible disposition. gojo satoru never does paperwork– not unless you bribe him with a dozen kisses. speaking of kisses, you don’t even remember the last time he had demanded one. something was definitely wrong.

without missing a beat, you quickly follow your lover’s trail into the bathroom.

to your delight, your husband had failed to lock the door. in the hush of your silence, you can hear the subtle rustle of satoru's garments.

his sky blue eyes go wide when he sees you walk through the door.

“toru… is there something wrong?” your voice is careful.

the white haired man in front of you nervously laughs as he covers his bare chest, “geez, ask me out to dinner first.”

“gojo satoru.”

your husband winces at his full name being used, but he puts on another mask. a faux smile plays on his lips as he shrugs. “i don’t know what you mean, gojo.”

your heart drops at his insistence to shut you out, but you stand your ground. with sheer determination, you walk up to your husband, closing the gap between the two of you. you cup his cheek with a hand while you start to lean closer, your lips nearly brushing.

satoru shuts his eyes, inhaling a deep breath to regain composure. he even sucks in his lips, making him look utterly ridiculous. despite the dangerous allure of your proximity, he resolves to stand firm.

"you won’t even kiss me anymore! satoru, this is absurd. what's happening?" you distance yourself, seeking answers.

despite his towering stature, a snort escapes you as satoru resembles a mere child when mumbling something under his breath.

"come on, use your big boy words."

"i don't want to drive you away," he avoids making eye contact now that his blindfold is off. "i know i can be a bit overwhelming at times."

upon hearing his excuse, you snort loudly, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

“i can’t believe i married such an idiot.” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck.

satoru pouts, “you’re breaking my heart wifey.”

your lips softly kiss the corner of his mouth. like it was muscle memory, satoru’s lips chase yours even after you pull away. you smile.

“for such a genius, you really are stupid ‘toru.” you flick his forehead. he whines and you know it didn’t hurt, yet you entertain him by leaning up to kiss his injury. “believe it or not, i married you for reasons beyond your pretty face and body.”

“you think i’m pretty?” his eyes shine bright as they lovingly gaze into yours. you take one hand to cup his cheek. he nuzzles his face into it.

“of course you’d say that.” you laugh softly. “but honestly, i’m offended that you thought i would ever be annoyed by your affections. might i remind you that we have been madly in love since our youth? i found myself captivated by your ability to love effortlessly, and the way you hopelessly pined for me for years? i knew i was a goner. that… and your bank accoun–”

satoru kisses you with an intensity that leaves you feeling blissfully lightheaded. lost in the haze of the moment, he showers the rest of your face with tender, wet kisses, and you stand there, surrendering to the sweet assault.

upon withdrawing, satoru wears a broad grin. "i was an idiot today, wasn't i?" you nod, breathless. "how about i make it up to you tonight?" he proposes, drawing you close. you are all too familiar with that feral grin adorning his face.

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thequeenreaders · 21 hours ago

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free show.

➵ chris evans x f! chubby reader

the handyman neighbor has secretly been watching her. he has seen all of it: her dress up, the sway of her hips, and the lewd moans coming out of her mouth as she cum.

realm: smut, neighbor! chris, modern au, 18+

caution: my old writing was ass (still is), slight ooc, profanity, neighbors, handyman, peeping tom, pervert! chris, smut (eventually), pining, suggestive, teasing, flirting, masturbation, daddy kink, sex toys, voyeurism 𐀣 warnings shall be amended as the tale unfolds. exercise discretion when reading. this is a fictional work — all character portrayals exist solely for narrative purposes and do not mirror their original forms.

length: 4.3k

notations: helolo! i got inspired by a couple of audios from reddit again for this one-shot👀 it has been a longgggg time since I finally wrote something, freaking online classes keeps on stacking up assignments and had to study for the exams. i hope you gois enjoy this. don't forget to wash your hands and stay safe! ❤🐖 (e/c) is eye color, (f/c) is favorite color, and (c/s) is color of skin.

index ➢ chapter two

Chris huffed out in relief as he stood up straightly and took a good look at his freshly cleaned pick-up truck, the vehicle shining with the sun and not a single dirt was spotted. He wore a satisfied smile on his face and grabbed the hood of the car, "Can't wait to use you soon." Murmured the brunette to himself as he closed the bonnet and started to collect the tools that were on the ground when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.

He closed the toolbox first and carried it to the porch, placing it on a nearby table before getting his phone and read the user. As soon as he read who it was, his mouth stretched into a grin, and answered, "Hey Mack. Any updates on your current project?"

"Yeah, it went great actually. I didn't think it'll work but it did." Anthony responded with proudness in his voice, "How about you? Anything new happened there?"

Chris hummed as he grabbed his towel that was hung on the fence and used it to wipe his perspiring, shirtless body, "Nothing much, it is pretty hot out here and I just had my truck cleaned. Anyways, what made you call me?"

There was unsureness in his voice, "Uuuh, I know that you love your car so much, but can I borrow your truck tomorrow? I promise that I'll take good care of her!"

Chris chuckled, "No no no, I don't trust you, man. What do you need it for?"

"I'm just gonna pick up some wood and other shit. Trust me on this."

"Hmm, how about we pick up your order, just to make sure nothing will go wrong. Either way, I also need to get something. You owe me a beer for that." He suggested and held back his laughter when he heard Anthony sigh from the other line and eventually agreed.

Chris placed his hand on his hip and observed the sunny day and surprisingly quiet neighborhood, "I also do need to fix the back door of my house, I accident- oh, there she is." He lowered his voice down a bit just as soon as he saw his favorite, plump neighbor come out of her house and sat down on her chair by the porch with a cold glass of lemonade in her hand.

"What do you mean 'There she is'?" Mackie questioned.

"My neighbor." He responded with a small smirk on his lips and watched you adjust your sunglasses.

"Ooooh, the new neighbor? The cute one?"

Chris lowly chuckled at his friend's question, "Yes, the cute one. I noticed that every time I’m out here doing work, she’ll also go out and do something.” He said and scanned her body from head to toe. You were wearing an (F/C) bikini top and underneath is a see-through sarong, which shows the string underwear and your whole backside, "If you can only see what she is wearing right now, she's probably showing off." He joked and heard his friend laugh.

"Alright alright, you lucky bastard. Anyway, I gotta go now, my boss is calling me. Tell me if something happened between the two of you and I need that truck!" Chris shook his head from side to side but still had a grin on his face and ended the call, putting back his device in his patch and glanced towards your way. It might seem like you were enjoying yourself with a nice, cool drink on a hot day and nothing else, but that is not it. Chris is aware of your very obvious intentions despite acting like you were not aware of your actions, and that only made it more fun for him because he gets to see live and free porn from time to time. All he has to do is to look at his window from the bedroom.

He remembered all of the times you were not being so conscious of any attention that you could draw on and Chris found your confidence so provocative. If you were dancing for hours on end, he would not mind watching you and how your body jiggle, it only arouses him more. At first, he was unsure if (Y/N)'s attraction was for him and perhaps was thinking of someone else. However, one of her special occasions proved him wrong.

Chris groaned as he lied down on his soft bedding and unlocked his phone to go to Google search, grabbing his earphones from the side and plugging it in. It was another stressful work that he had to take care of and now he is planning to get some release. He searched up his favorite pornography site and began scrolling through the feed until he finally found something that will interest him. He was not in the mood to watch two people have sex, but looking for videos that contain a woman playing with herself, so that was what he wrote in the search bar.

He tried every video that has an interesting thumbnail enough for him to click and the results were not his exact expectations, causing him to sigh in boredom and continued to swipe his thumb upward. Chris clicked on another video and observed the woman who was leaned back on the headboard of her bed and fingering her twat at a semi-fast pace, her moans ringing in his ears and that is enough to pull his half-hard cock out of his boxers, even if it sounds to be quite echoing and out of sync.

'That's weird, it never happened before.' Chris wondered before shrugging it off and started at a slow pace and followed the woman's rhythm, collecting pre-cum from his tip with his thumb and spreading it down to his shaft, his eyes glued to his screen and specifically on the girl's vagina. Watching the woman getting herself off was not enough for him, but the whimpers and moans are what gets him going, and thought of other scenarios such as a hot chick riding his cock like there is no tomorrow. He screwed his eyes shut as he gripped his cock firmer, his mind wandering off to his neighbor's swaying wide hips as she danced to a song she kept on the speakers for the fifth time not too long ago.

Chris knows that it is illicit and alarming for him to be watching what his neighbor was doing without her knowing, he knows that he should just mind his own business and stop being a pervert, but how could he? How could he ignore such a seductive, shapely woman confidently show off her delectable body without a care to the world? He sometimes ponders what you taste like, how soft you are, how your thick thighs will cover both sides of his head as he ate you out. Just the thought of that could make his phallus explode.

He opened his eyes and darted back to his screen, and his brow raised when he saw that the girl was switching into her next position, yet still making sexual noises. Deciding to test the sounds, he pressed the pause button and it made him perk up when the moans are still playing and oh, those whimpers do sound familiar. Chris then took off his earphones and turned his head towards the source of the sounds, which is at his dearest window that is covered by the drape, 'Oh god, what is she up to now?' He put his penis back in his underwear and got out of bed, her moans getting a bit louder as he headed towards the aperture. Chris grabbed the curtain and peeked out, and what he saw instantly made his knob fully stiffened.

There you were with the windows open and curtains drawback, as usual, and bouncing on your bed as you ride a large dildo and used the headboard as leverage. Your jiggling ass was facing him and he was hypnotized whenever you lowered down and your pussy swallowed the whole length, 'Holy fuck!' Chris found himself pulling his dick out again and started to stroke his shaft, 'She's so fucking perfect, good fucking god.' He does sometimes wonder if you ever see or feel like someone is watching you and maybe exposing yourself too much, but he ain’t complaining.

"Oh, daddy! Your dick feels so g-good!" Your breathy moans sent goosebumps throughout his skin and soon emulated your hasty rapid, his grip on his meaty prick only tightened and more of his clear wetness dripped down to his boner.

Chris groaned lowly as he could, his hand sliding down whenever you lowered yourself to your toy and he visualized himself to be in that same room and he was under you, enjoying the view of your bouncing jugs and your weight pressing his lower region further to the bed as you ride him as if your life depended on it, "Yes baby, keep riding like that for daddy." He whispered, his hand fully coated with his fluid and his girth pulsed in rapture, hissing at the sudden palpitate, "Yes yes yes, ride that fucking dick. Such a good girl for me. Holy fuck!"

Your mouth formed into an 'o' and tried your best to keep up the tempo you recently commenced, the third upcoming climax bubbling up in your abdomen and you could not wait any longer, your mind and body suffused with so much bliss that you are very sure that your physique will be tumefied and fatigued by the morning. You leaned back with one arm supporting behind you and your other hand came in contact with your little bean, "Oooooh fuck! Daddy! Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You threw your head back in ecstasy at the added up pleasure and as your peak was building up, your mind drifted to your fine, hot neighbor and a smile came upon your ecstatic face, remembering the time when he was shirtless while tending his garden, his beefy torso tempting you to just grind your dampness on his abs and hairy chest.

His knob was gnawing for some release and his breathing got quicker when he sensed that he was also near his climax, "Shit, come on, baby. Be a good girl and cum for daddy." Another scenario was made up in his head where Chris buried his whole cock in your throat, his hands holding both sides of your head as he spilled his milk down your esophagus, forcing you to take all of his stiffies and swallow his seed. He was focused on building up his peak, watching you intensely as you reached yours. Evans was at least expecting to hold it a little bit longer but it already popped when he heard his name got whimpered out of your pretty mouth, your legs shaking at the orgasm as you chanted his name like a prayer, 'Oh fuck, she just... she just said my name!' He panted as he looked down at his mess and saw that it reached outside his window, realizing that this was probably the greatest release he had experienced in his life so far, let alone just from masturbating-

"Chris!" A womanly voice called and his head shot up at the mention of his name, seeing a pair of (E/C) eyes with a beaming smile on her lovely face, "Are you okay? You look like you're spacing out."

Chris chuckled and fanned himself with his towel, "It's hot out here, can you blame me?" His eyes glimpsed down to the curve of your haunch when you stood up from your Adirondack chair and grabbed the pitcher of lemonade, indecisive whether his mouth is thirsting over your derriere or the fresh juice.

"It is very hot today," you agreed and filled the other empty glass with the sweetened beverage, "Do you want some lemonade? I'm sure it'll help you with this parching weather." You offered as you glanced back to see him just watching you in somewhat amusement, a brow on your face lifting at his expression. It may not seem like it, but you are up to date to his ogling at your form from time to time and you found it mirthful, keeping an eye on him as he proceeded towards your portico, "Do you like my bikini top today? I mean, I'm willing to let you borrow it since you have a bigger chest than me." You randomly teased and reached your arm out with a cup of lemonade in your hand to him, referring to his nude torso.

He shook his head from side to side with a grin on his face as he stood in front of you and accepted the drink, his height and massive frame sending you in awe, "Thank you for the drink, but no thanks for the bikini. I got better ones." The blonde jokingly retorted and gulped his juice.

You laughed at his response and nodded, "Sureeee, but it will look good on you, though." You propounded as you sat back down to your seat and crossed your legs, causing the sarong to rise a bit and revealed more of your (C/S) skin, peering up at him with playful eyes.

Chris snickered and finished the drink, "I'll think about it." He gently placed the glass on the table, the freshening liquid soothing his partially drained body, "So, it's been around two or three weeks since you moved into this neighborhood. How you like it so far?" He asked as he leaned on the porch railing and crossed his arms. He had occasionally been struggling to keep up the chill facade that he usually has when he was around people; however, pictures of your face twisting in glee and pleasured gasps coming out of your kissable lips echoed in his deprave mind each time he was near your presence, resulting his insides fluttering and making unnecessary movements.

You hummed, "Well, it's nice out here. I'm glad that I chose the right area and," you edged the word the last word and lightly swirl the liquid in the cup, getting a little bashful on what you were gonna say next, "I'm lucky to have such an attractive man next door." You boldly responded with a small smirk as you brought the rim of your glass to your own, peering up at him who was eyeing your throat as it gulped down the juice, his profound look made your heart stir.

His pupils dilated at your assertion, fingers twitching in temptation to press you against the wall and devour your exquisite, inviting lips, but Chris doesn't want to give in to your tantalizing ways just yet, might as well play along with what you started.

He let out a small chortle and the sound of it made you kinda puzzled whether he was amused at your comment or amused at you until he stated, "Hmm, thank you. I can definitely say the same thing, kitten. It's been a while since I saw a beauty queen as my neighbor."

You can feel your face getting hotter than the weather at the pet name he gave you, but (Y/N) playfully rolled your eyes at his blarney and waved it off, "You're so cheesy, Chris." You giggled as you stood up to your feet and grabbed the glasses while Chris defended himself, saying that it was true. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, I'm just gonna put this back- Oh!" A reminder popped in your head as you faced the entrance door. You recalled that the spare room door was unhinged and having the brown-haired handyman behind you is good timing.

You slowly turned your body and caught a short sight of him looking down to your bum before quickly raising his chin and meeting his green orbs, but you brushed it off and acted like you did not witness him checking you out, you shared, "Oh shoot, I just remembered that my uh... the door for my other room is broken and I don't know how to fix it." You pursed your lips and held your laughter when Chris lifted his brow in question with a grin, "Hmm, and?"

You dramatically sighed and pulled out your puppy face, "I know that he assisted me last time with carrying my boxes when I moved in, but I need his help again."

The fleshy lady let out a titter when Chris threw his hands up in the air in a joking matter and remarked, "Alright, Chris the builder to the rescue!"

"Huh," Evans hummed as he knelt to his knee and observed the separated, bottom hinges of the door, spotting the parts that need to be repaired, "The hinges were only loose, so it doesn't need a new one. I just need to tighten it a bit more and ta-da." He explained and gave you a reassuring smile as you stood beside him and listened to what he described, his reassurance gave you a sense of alleviation.

You nodded and took a step back for his working space, feeling incredibly blessed for having a friendly neighbor and a jack of all trades, "Thank you so much, Chris. You've been such a help to me. I'm not exactly making money right now, but maybe I can toast some cheese bread and make coffee for you as my repayment?" (Y/N) offered as she blocked out the portrayals of you and him in carnal positions and blowing him as your recompense instead, and her brows raised when he made a wave gesture as a 'No'.

"Eh, it's fine. You're adjusting to your new environment, so keep what you have left for yourself. Besides, I like helping people and I am privileged to have such a sight for sore eyes of a neighbor who I get to see every day." He threw a playful wink at you and you laughed it off, finding his corny remarks quite hilarious. Chris did always enjoy seeing you do simple tasks, especially in the bedroom, but he is not planning to mention any of it since that is going to be completely out of line.

"Stop it, Chris." You simpered and tugged a piece of hair behind your ear, slightly fiddling with the knot of your sarong, "While you're at it, I'm just gonna go to my room and take a shower. Again, thank you so much."

He chuckled, "No problem, sweetcheeks."

Chris sighed in relief as he sat down to the floor and got a good look of the now mended postern, pleased with how it turned out to be perfectly functioning like how a door should be, "Okaaayy, time to inform the lovely lady." He returned the tools in the tool case and stood up as he picked up the box. Evans attempted to find your bedroom, but he was quite unfamiliar with where it was located, despite almost having the same interior rooms design of the whole house, so he decided to call out your name instead to avoid snooping around.

"Over here!" Your voice yelled out from the right and he followed, seeing the bedroom door was half-opened and large enough to fit the head in there. Chris was about to open his mouth and notify (Y/N) about the repaired door, and perhaps toss more cute nicknames in your way, but his steps came to an end just as soon as he caught the sight of you only wearing cotton panties, your back facing him and reaching your folded shirt that was placed on the nightstand.

'Jesus Christ, she's fucking sexy.' He thought and gulped when he saw a glimpse of your side boob and the way your huge cheeks hugs the undies, visioning his face to be buried in those full rump. Even after seeing you naked and even wanking off a few times, the view of your figure still makes him experience erotic tingles and his eyes never get uninterested. Chris was convinced that you are a goddess in disguise.

He was addled when Evans came to a realization, if you were still partially bare and dressing up then she should not have called him just yet, right? His silent inquiries made his brows straiten, were you not aware that your door was open and the guest could easily peek in? You must have at least some cognizance in spite of what have you been displaying from your window, you were alone at those times and right now, you have a visitor.

Not knowing how to come up with a conclusion, he quietly took a few steps backward, leaned his back against the wall, and took a deep breath before he spoke in a lowered voice as to not spook you, "I was able to fix the hinges, it was easy as I thought it would. Do you wanna check it out?" He wiggled his arms in an attempt to loosen his taut shoulders at the moment he heard your padded footsteps. Chris then straighten his posture when he heard the creak sounds of the door as it opened and there you were in pajama shorts and a baggy shirt, 'Cute.' He smiled and you returned the mien, his eyes trailing down to your chest and his grin almost dropped when he noticed your nipples vaguely straining your top, his clutch on the handle of the toolbox strengthen. His thoughts were jumbled:

Is she this heedless?

Maybe she is just comfortable with him, but she has only known him for only two or three weeks!

She is probably teasing me or is it possible that she has always been well up on her raunchy deeds?

Chris has seen you naked countless times, but seeing it up close has a different sentiment and it only added up to his adulation for you, his newly and plumptious neighbor who seized his attention since the day you set foot on this newfangled location. Recollecting the memories of you jerking off warmed his face, yet kept the amiable look to distract you from the rigidifying manhood from below.

(Y/N) giggled at how adorable Chris's smile is, thankful for not looking down at his pants, "Of course! Lead the way, handsome." She spoke with a small smirk on her lips.

Oh boy

"Fucking finally," Evans exhaled as he plopped down to his bed and rested both of his hands behind his head, his tired muscles instantly felt relaxed when his body came in contact with his comforters. Chris was worn out after repairing a lot of things: the engine of his pickup truck, your spare room door, and the back door of his house.

Back at (Y/N)'s house, he developed a semi hard-on as he was teaching you what he did to the pivot, feeling extremely embarrassed and sweltered. Luckily, he was able to hide and resist his urges until he accomplished all of his tasks and at last, he has the time to compose and do what he wanted to do, and that is to get one's rocks off.

His mind floated to your curvaceous frame and his hand crept down to his rigidity, gently sliding his boxers down and exposed his boner. Chris started to palm himself, groans of pleasure coming out of his mouth while he pretended that his hand was yours, brushing his thumb on the head and imagined your tongue swirling around the tip in lieu.

Your haunting whines resonate in his fantasy and breathe out a few curse words and praises, his mouth thirsty for your delicious juices and longing to feel the softness of your body. Evans bet that your pussy is mushy, mellow, balmy, and-

"Uhm... Chris~"

The corner of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, forming a smug smile on his visage, and keenly rose himself to advance towards his aperture, 'Another free performance from the beautiful woman.' Chris warily pushed the curtain to the side and peeped out, the view from his window causing him to suspire in awe.

(Y/N) was settled on the bed with a bunch of pillows on her back and she was not wearing anything else except her shirt that was propelled further to your collarbone, so your breasts were uncovered as your legs were spread open, impaling your vulva with the artificial penis in a regular tempo.

He observed how your face twisted in glee each time the toy sinks in your honeypot, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your melons spilled out of your shirt, and your eyes rolling back at the way the dildoe just slips in and out very easily due to your glistening juices; he was enthralled.

"That's a good girl." Chris mumbled and started off massaging his meat, licking his lips as he was earnestly focused on your dripping, abused cunt, "Uggh fuck...Yes, keep fucking yourself, baby." He let out a discreet grunt when you whimpered his name, his pace accelerating like yours, "Just like that, oh fuck. You're such a good girl for me."

You mewled as you pushed the sex toy a little deeper, your other hand caressing your breast and your eyes screwed shut with your thoughts about the hunky factotum. Just thinking about how he could manhandle you with ease and ruthlessly pierce your cunt with his cock, "Daddy! I w-wanna cum, can I please cum?" (Y/N) whined to herself and removed your palm from your tit to rub your clit, feeling your impending apex ready to burst after a couple more thrusts.

His breathing got heavier as he also recognized the looming pinnacle of his self-stimulation, a picture of your face covered with his sticky semen appeared in his head and it was enough for him to nearly have another orgasm of his life when he felt his whole body froze when a gasp escaped from your lips and your alluring, (E/C) orbs was staring directly at his, causing you to stop your movements as well.

#celebrities #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x chubby reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #photo from pinterest #republished #og date: october 28 2020

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moongoopy · 1 year ago

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little helper

cont: working alongside shiu kong meant meeting toji and toji meeting you.

c/w: violence, reader is shorter than toji, reader has the luck ct (like haruta shigemo)

c: toji x reader

a/n: sorry if ooc and something i realised so far about my fics or drafts or writing or whatever is that i get too into the writing to add the x reader part oopsies guys, i'll try to make the reader and character make out every five seconds in the next fic trust!!!!

Being Shiu Kong's little helper was so relieving for him. First off, he didn't have to deal with the egos of other curse users and second, you were bubbly company.

You didn't fit the scene of being a handler at all but money was money so he couldn't blame you but he atleast show some concerns when the streaks under your eyes turn out less.

"What was it this time?"

He watches you wrap bandages around your wrists while he let the cigeratte dangle at his lips. He made sure to get a new lighter when he does go to the store, the lighter was being stubborn for this round's smoke.

"Well, after that one curse user with the pigtails was threatened by how I pointed him out, he sent his little curses at me." He breathed a sigh as you lit his cigeratte for him with a spare you have on yourself and he shook his head.

"Aren't you atleast a bit scared by how sharp you're being? You're down to three." Having looked at the small mirror in the mortuary, you stretched a bit at the skin under your eyes. Yep, just a bit more till you die, you guess. You shrugged at Shiu. If a bunch of curse users can't handle a bit of truth, they can simply drop dead at a bounty you'd present to them. Shiu scoffed in amusement, you were a gem.

"Anywho, just watch your mouth for the next. He's not that feisty, hell, he doesn't really let anything get to him but you'll be working with him next. He slipped a profile to you when you were done taking off the clothes of a corpse that was carried into the mortuary by the latest mission and you promptly read it. You took note, scanning the profile again. Putting aside the jewellery of the corpse, you asked if Shiu won't come this time.

"Nah, I need to fix a few things with the funding until then, just give me updates about his responses." He stuck his hand out and you threw your lighter at him and he waved his hand, exiting the mortuary. Toji Fushiguro, he looks stone cold but you'll get to see him. The next day.

For now, the body of a dead man awaits you as you meticulously set him apart.

Summer in Tokyo was a bummer especially since the clothes you wore was too snug against your body. So much for professionalism, what you'd do to be half naked right now.. Patting down your sweaty skin with a clean cloth, you exhaled in gratitude at the airconditioning in the ramen shop you walked into. Fushiguro should be around here.

He wasn't hard to spot, he was a large, towering man and you sat down next to him.

You ordered a Ochazuke because of the sweltering heat, you made sure it was enough to forget about the weather and not that you have a client to tend to.

"Did Shiu sent you?" Gosh, his voice was deep that you flinched a bit when you gave the yen to pay and his lips quirked up a bit. You smiled, nodding to the man who looked you up and down rather blatantly. He took a sip of his soda before gesturing at you.

"Was he too caught up in something else to send a pipsquek in for me?" He grinned, putting his can down and is pleased that you didn't back down.

"You're one to talk when the soles of your slippers are loose," You put down the folders of the bounty next to his ramen. "My name is [Name], nice to meet you." You nodded happily, looking back at the waiter that gave you a heads up to how long you had to wait.

He made a noise of amusement, bringing his head down to stuff a fishball in his mouth and placed down his chopsticks.

"Hmm, that's interesting. You're so bold, is it because of your luck, you think you can get away with anything?" You chuckled wryly, shaking your head and played with the pen on your lap. You uttered towards him how nobody can just insult you without any confrontation and he nearly snorts.

He plays this little game of trying to mock you more, finding ways to make you tick but you held up good. He's beggining to like this little helper Shiu sent, one that was so undettered and nonchalant but acting so polite to keep an act on. When your Ocazuke arrives, it was his time to leave.

You pointed to the folders you let him read, asking if he got all that and he dismissed you with a wave.

He didn't even answer your question, rude. But you gave a long sigh. For such an attractive man, he's so adamant on trying to piss you off. Maybe it started to work after being called a little helper instead of an assistant.. but you won't admit that. Right now, you had a nice, cold meal to enjoy and dug in.

After a while, you finished and left to the park. It was oddly very quiet, wouldn't there be more people in this time of day? Well, it was a weekend so maybe people preferred their walls of their home for now. You kept the folders close and took out your phone to dial Shiu.

"Hello-?" The service was quite bad, you weren't sure if it was Shiu or you.

"Shiu?" You leaned against a lamp pole, adjusting the phone between your left and right ear. His voice is a strange mash of words that you couldn't make out.

"….man…gone…" A bunch of question marks litter your brain, who now?

That's when a bullet shot your phone and the graze of the bullet against your skin made you clutch your hand and curse. You swiftly turned back and gasped. It was the man you stripped the other day, well stripped was too perverse of a description rather taking off his clothes to examine would be better. Anything could happen in the Jujutsu world so why was a corpse trudging towards you? You'd made sure nobody knows that this man is dead, his family wouldn't know either or unless some other curse user slip up and went on a monologue.

This guy was dead serious on something. Maybe killing you slowly? Cause the way his hand grip tightly against the saw that he switched out was alarming. Gun slipped into his back pocket, he approached quickly.

"You had the time to steal some pants too, amazing." You pull out your gun and aimed for him and that's when he turned aggresive, his saw swinged quite hard and you'd barely avoided a slice through the neck as he roared.

His eyes were rolled to the back of his head as you shot his chest twice and he gurgled.

"Give me back my life!!" His yell was quite distorted, it was obvious enough that he was a curse out for blood but why you? Could it be because you did the autopsy, that wasn't great considering you weren't even the killer.

You pull out a knife from your thigh strap and stabbed his throat, bringing up to his face so the blade came out through his nose. Some blood got onto you but you yanked yourself away from him and he chokes on his own blood.

He shouted out a "No!" and made a clean slash at your waist which you shrieked to. You gave a hard kick to his stomach making him fall before running away from him. You turned many corners, clutching your bleeding waist in such pain. You quickly added bullets in before shooting back. It dettered him a bit but he regenerates quickly that it was crazy. There was some cursed energy in your weapons but how strong was this man's thirst for vengeance?

"Fuck, you have to be shitting me." You were getting lightheaded, the cut was deep and it was torturous.

Suddenly, a figure zoomed behind you and you gasped as you were thrown over their shoulder like a sack of potatos. The hand squeezed a bit of your ass and you sputtered in pain and shock.

It was Fushiguro, he was so damn fast.. so this was his abilities.

"Thought you'd be better at holding off on your own but I shouldn't expect much from a little helper." He teased with such a sultry drawl in his voice that you couldn't help but punch his back. He chuckled, such a sweet thing. He should've let it drag on a bit longer. Just to see you wince in pain, call him a sadist. He puts you down near a wall before settling the fight with the curse that was chasing you.

"[Name], shit." Shiu was there thankfully, he almost tore your blouse apart as he dabbed up the blood and wrapped bandages around your waist. You shifted a bit in your spot and handled the rest of the bandaging yourself and rested against the wall. You faintly snicker, seeing your boss so worried about you made something tickle inside you. He grabbed your face, nearly shouting at you in exasperation.

"You're a dunce, you know that?"

You shrugged like normal.

"How else would I contact you, sir? You were breaking up in call." He sighed, examining he two lines left at both sides of your eyes. He argued that this wasn't your usual route to go back to the centre anyways, a place with more people would be better for you to be at. The only thing you can utter is that yhings just happen and there was nothing else to do.

Shiu and you watched as Toji strutted back to the both of you. He was really handsome for a poor man, it was humourous. He had the ego with it too.

Toji's hand wind back to toss you something and it was a ring with initials dented on it.

"Looks farmiliar?" He smirked at you as you looked at the entirety of the ring.

"Yeah.. unfortunately." The initials matched the new mission you passed to Toji an hour ago. It couldn't be just a coincidence, it was another familial issued bounty just like the first.

"You'll be seeing more of me then, pipsquek." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the irritation you couldn't hide. He squished your head in his hand and moved past Shiu and you. While Shiu went to catch up with Toji who was too quick to go, you let out one last deep sigh for the day.

"Cowabummer."

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a/n: clap with your cheeks if you guys want a part 2 jk the only thing i can think of is toji begging shiu kong for a dollar so lets see

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji scenarios #toji hcs

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potofstewie · 3 years ago

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Deja Vu

The low down: History is repeating itself and for once, Kyojuro is tired.

The things to know: Reader uses she/her pronouns, Absolute angst (I kind of got teary eyed while writing this), mentions of blood, character death, this mostly takes place before mugen train , ooc shinjuro but he's a nice guy promise, Venting, sobbing kyojuro, like literally this ray of sunshine is BROKEN, a peaceful and sober Shinjuro, Y/N is literally a bg character lmao sorry, daddy issues

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

W/C: A WHOPPING 3.8K WORDS, MY BIGGEST ONE YET!

Words/phrases to know:

Monstuki Haori Hakama: Traditional formal garment that would be worn as simplified attire by people in the Samurai Society (during the Edo Period)

A/N: Hey you guys, I'll come clean. This one is a doozy not necessarily in length but in the emotions I tried my best to display in this one. It's true, reader is nothing but a background character and I kinda apologize for that. I really wanted to write a fic that portrays a new leaf in Kyojuro and Shinjuro's relationship and what better way than with sacrificing Y/N? Anyway, I finally made a pinned post linking my masterlist and other stuff for my mobile users. I plan on posting this and my other stuff on AO3 probably tmr as well. I hope you guys enjoyed and DO TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE PART

It was happening again.

Kyojuro laid wide awake within his futon, puffy and reddened eyes burning the ceiling with his intense gaze. The calming silence of the night was occasionally interrupted with your pained coughs erupting from the other room. Kyojuro ran a tired hand through his disheveled mane, completely fed up with it all.

The coughing, the wheezing, the piles upon piles of tissues that were stained with spots of blood and phlegm. The never ending servings of soup, the countless doctor visits that always ended on the same confusing and irritating note.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Kyojuro didn’t hate a lot of things in the world, but that sentence he hated the most. “It’s only a matter of time.”

A matter of time until what? Until she gets better? Until she becomes the second one to leave them? What the hell did it mean? The situation weighed heavily on the Rengoku males, tension forever present within the household. At the beginning, all three of them would listen intensely to whatever orders and updates the doctors gave. They would each take turns administering medicine and delivering soup, massaging sore muscles that grew tired of being idle under a futon. Now, however, it was only Senjuro who listened. Kyojuro, as well as his father, continued to serve your every need despite giving up on worshiping the vague and aggravating words of the doctors.

Your lover tried to keep his cheerful façade on display as usual, but as the days went on and the coughing grew louder and longer, his smile would falter and heavy sighs would take the place of his boisterous laughter. The bubbling fear and anger within him replaced his ever so optimistic and happy demeanor. There was no doubt that his family took notice of his change no matter how hard he tried to hide it, you included. Any time he would be with you, you would always ask the same things:

“How have you been, honestly?”

“Have you been eating?”

“Are you taking care of yourself while you’re away?”

“Something is on your mind, my love. What’s upsetting you?”

You were easily satisfied with the simple “I’m alright, don’t worry about me.”, “yes” or “nothing is wrong my dear, honest.” You’d always give him that smile which he loved dearly before turning your back to him, returning to the warm embrace of slumber. Kyojuro’s beaming smile would always dissipate immediately when your eyes were no longer on him, fatigue tugging at his spirit. Of course something was bothering him; you were crumbling away right in front of him and he was absolutely powerless to do anything.

On the days he would be free from pillar duties, all he could do was roam the house aimlessly like a ghost who couldn’t pass on properly. Even at night when sleep couldn’t find him, he would wander the halls. His frame would always buckle and slide against the walls, silent tears covered his cheeks every time as he curled in on himself. This all felt like Deja Vu to the flame hashira, every second he experienced was just another second he had already gone through. However this time he would be the grieving partner. He was grateful, though, that instead of turning to alcohol like his father did once upon a time, he stuck to wandering like a stray dog.

Kyojuro grew to envy his father when your illness took a turn for the worst. He took notice of the lack of sake present in the house and the ever growing moments he and Senjuro would catch their father outside his room. He took note of how attentive his father was to your every beck and call, even to those that didn’t require him or ask of him in the first place. Even without being told he would do his damndest to ensure his would be daughter-in-law is alright. Opening the Shoji to let the sunlight flood into the room, cooking hot meals for the house and giving you the largest servings, taking up extra chores so Senjuro could keep you company. All these things Kyojuro wished he had the enthusiasm for. He loved helping you, truly, but his determination had depleted almost completely.

Rubbing his eyes, Kyojuro sat up, a heavy sigh leaving his dusted red nose. The corners of his mouth twitched, heavy with sadness as a revelation dawned upon him. His father was probably doing this out of habit, out of fear. He faintly remembered what it was like when his mother was sick, his father doing everything he could when he had the time to be at home. He supposed that maybe doing all of these things and more was a way for his father to cope with the haunting truth that another person he cared about would die due to unchangeable circumstances. Maybe, just maybe, his father hoped that things would get better and that he wouldn’t have to relive the same pain he had once experienced; even if it wasn’t him who would take it the hardest.

A single tear escaped Kyojuro’s fiery eyes, his hand quickly erasing it as he sniffled softly. No, the one to bear the pain the most would be him. It was his turn now, and no amount of soup and small conversations his father offered to the family’s source of light would change that. Getting up from his futon, Kyojuro wondered if there had been a curse placed upon his family. It couldn’t be a coincidence that this same situation would happen twice. Did a demon from his father’s past place a curse on the bloodline as it died to his blade? Damning every Rengoku to suffer absolute heartbreak?

Entering the dark hallway, Kyojuro silently stalked his way to the entrance, mind lost in sorrow. Staying in bed couldn’t help him and wandering the halls wasn’t something he was up for. Instead, he aimed for the fresh, crisp night air to fill his lungs and clear his mind. Oh, how he wanted so badly to purge the sickness in you and toss it to the farthest reaches of the earth. He wished to take you out to all your favorite restaurants again, to go on a picnic with you again, to bear witness to you playing with Senjuro under the cherry blossom trees again. He missed being able to kiss you during the cold winter nights that only a lover’s embrace could heat up. He could no longer give you the sweet kisses you had once pleaded for, your illness putting a stop to most intimate tokens of affection you were both accustomed to.

As a heavy sigh left his lips, Kyojuro opened the shoji and blinked in surprise. His father, broad back facing the house and his eyes focused on the sky above, was sitting on the engawa. Legs hung over the edge, a half empty cup sitting next to its owner. Shinjuro turned around slightly, acknowledging his son.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He explained softly, turning his attention back to the dark sky, the bright moon the only thing decorating the endless dark abyss. Kyojuro closed the shoji behind him and took a seat next to his father, burning eyes gazing at the cup in suspicion before looking at his father in silent question. Shinjuro picked the cup up and slightly turned it. “It’s just water.” He said simply, resting the cup on the other side of him before resting his hands in his lap.

“I..couldn’t sleep either.” Kyojuro said softly, hesitation ladened in his sleep-deprived voice. Although things within the house had gotten better since you entered his life and the lives of his family, Kyojuro still had a slight problem conversing with his father. You managed to change his father for the better, instead of heaps of sake littering the house only one or two bottles were kept in the kitchen before his father made the decision to get rid of it entirely once you fell ill. He started to eat with the family, although he barely spoke, only talking when answering a question or giving Senjuro or you his praises for the meal. He started training Senjuro in simple hand to hand combat, leaving the sword work to Kyojuro. He even had daily, lengthy conversations with you about an array of things; from what Ruka was like to how happy the birds seemed to be that day.

It wasn’t easy but progress was slightly made between the father and son. His father started returning any greetings he was given, he waited alongside you and Senjuro when Kyojuro finally arrived home from a grueling mission and even confessed to him that he was proud of him being a hashira but still preferred it if he turned away for his own safety. But, all of that still didn’t quite quell the nervousness Kyojuro had when it came to him.

“I know. That’s why you’re here, Kyojuro.” He remarked quietly, taking a sip of his drink. If he focused hard enough, he could’ve sworn that there was a twinge of tease hidden in his father’s voice.

“R-right.” He replied, voice barely above a whisper. For a few pensive moments, there was a cold silence between them. Kyojuro furrowed his wild eyebrows slightly, oh how awkward this all was! He didn’t know what to say to his father, even if he did he still wasn’t sure if he should voice it. He was in an intense battle with himself and by the looks of it, it was going to end in a draw.

One part of him wanted to vent to his father, to tell him all of his frustrations and woes about the depressing situation all of them were currently in. He wanted to bawl and curl up by his father, have his hot tears soak through the clothing on his father’s shoulder. He wished to be a little boy again, to trip and scrape his knee and have his father pick him up like he used to and comfort him. To hear him say: “It’s alright little one, you don’t need to cry anymore. I’ll patch you up, good as new.” like he used to. To plant a loving kiss on the top of his head and rock him in his arms. To call him a big boy when he was finally at ease and say how proud he was for being brave. All that he wished to have again.

The other part of Kyojuro, however, wanted to keep the peaceful silence between them. To just gaze up at the moon with his father and bottle up his emotions; to burn through it all passionately as he usually would. But even Kyojuro knew that would end in failure. He wanted to be as strong as he could, to bear it all on his tired and weakened shoulders. To give hope to his father -and to himself- that things would be alright and that you would bounce back better than ever. That you would play with Senjuro again, that you would do morning stretches with his father again in the garden, that you would plant millions of loving and passionate kisses all over Kyojuro’s face.

As the young man sat in silence, mind ravaging with his thoughts, Shinjuro broke the silence with the clearing of his throat. “I..think it would be best for the two of you to get married as soon as possible.” Kyojuro turned his head to his father, his puffy eyes blown wide as his father continued to stare at the sky. “It..would be best for all of us if there was one last good memory to hold onto.” With that, he finally gazed at him, tired eyes drinking in the clear signs that his son was crying earlier.

“Oh, um, yes. You have a point…I’ll bring it up with Y/N tomorrow morning.” Kyojuro muttered, calloused hands slightly gripping his yukata. Kyojuro’s gaze lowered to his lap as he tried to figure out how to pose his question. “Um, father?” He called out. Shinjuro answered with a gruff hum, taking another sip of water.

“Father, Y/N..isn’t going to get better, is she?” Kyojuro could feel his ears heat slightly at his question. He sounded like a small child that couldn’t grasp the concept of someone he cared about dying. He reminded him of himself once upon a time. Shinjuro grunted again, looking at Kyojuro.

“She won’t, Kyojuro.” He answered simply, flaming eyes once more concentrating on the moon. Kyojuro’s bottom lip twitched at the obvious confirmation, a painful lump slowly forming in his throat.

“Father?” He started again, picking at the hangnail that resided on his pointer finger. Shinjuro sighed softly and leaned back on his palms.

“Yes, Kyojuro?” He answered patiently, completely understanding the heavy task he was assigned once Kyojuro sat next to him. He knew how fragile his son currently was and he knew just how painful it was. Nobody was by his side when Ruka fell ill but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t be the lighthouse for the ship his son sailed on, horrible waves from the daunting storm threatening to capsize him.

“It’s all useless, isn’t it? The doctor visits and the soup.” He started, worry taking the reins and causing him to talk faster. “A-As well as the medication and the massages and-”

“Kyojuro.” Shinjuro interrupted sternly, shocking the young man and causing him to look at his father with worry plastered on his face. An iron gaze was focused on the young man’s sorrowful features. A sigh flew from the older man’s lips as Kyojuro looked back down at his fingers, eyes covered in a sheen film. “It may all seem useless, hell, it might actually be. But those things..bring her ease. It brings Senjuro ease. It gives them hope and it would be cruel to just stop it and force them to face the grave truth.”

“Right, I apologize.” Kyojuro said meekly, lolling his head back to keep from sniffling. A tender yet battle-worn hand rested on the top of Kyojuro’s head, giving him a slight pat before leaving his messy hair.

“It’s alright, Kyo.” Shinjuro reassured softly, sitting up straight again. He dithered, unsure of how to say his next words. If one thing Shinjuro wasn't good at, it was being reassuring. But, his son needed him and he truly didn't want to let him down this time. Never again, he silently vowed to himself as he took a deep breath, lips parting slightly.

“It’s okay to feel this way. I don’t have to tell you how hard this all is and how awful everything feels. But just know that I won’t leave your side for any of it. I’ll be there to hold your hand through it all and I’ll make sure that you don’t end up like I did. I promise you, Kyojuro.” He finished, a small yet reassuring smile resting on his lips. Kyojuro looked at his father in both bewilderment and comfort. For the first time in a while, Kyojuro was finally receiving the love and care that he had longed for from his father for a long time. With a slight nod, Kyojuro once more looked down in his lap, fingers tightly woven. A single tear finally broke through, leaving a small dot on his clothing.

“Father, I..I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know if I can keep being cheerful anymore. I’m so tired, father. I feel like I'm lying to her, lying to myself. And I can't stand it, I just-” And with the last word to leave his trembling lips, a struggling wail escaped Kyojuro’s throat. Rapid streams of tears left his screwed shut eyes as his shoulders convulsed, rough hands frantically trying to wipe away the stains on his crimson cheeks however they just kept coming even stronger than before. Large hands grabbed the side of Kyojuro’s head and shoulder, pushing him into a tight hug. Soft hushes filled the heavy night air as Kyojuro’s wails grew louder and became filled with incoherent babbling.

“I don’t wan’ to lose her, I hate it. I hate it all! I-I wanna save her but- but I can’t!” Kyojuro spoke through an agape frown, drool beginning to leave his mouth while his hands gripped the back of his father’s yukata tightly as Shinjuro’s hand rubbed his back. “P-please, Papa, help me, Please!” He pleaded, voice muffled as he buried his head further into his father’s embrace. Shinjuro’s lower lip twitched slightly before burying it on the top of his son’s head, placing a soft kiss in the blond tresses.

“I know, Kyo, I know. I’ll help you out, don’t worry. It’s okay, my son...I promise.” Shinjuro whispered as the gut wrenching sobs left his son’s lips. Shinjuro hated it all too. He hated seeing the memories of Ruka’s final moments every time he visited you. He hated seeing Kyojuro slowly turn into a shell of his former self, he hated looking into the mirror that was his son. He hated seeing younger Kyojuro within Senjuro, always trying his hardest to raise everyone’s hopes and quietly asking him if Y/N will for sure get better; always being met with vague answers. It was all Deja Vu to the older man, as if he was watching the past play out right in front of him but ten times worse. They hadn’t even gotten married yet, let alone have one or two children. Shinjuro could feel nothing but the sorrow and anguish within his battered heart beating loudly in his ears as Kyojuro finally succumbed to his emotions.

Shinjuro started to slightly rock his son side to side as burning tears soaked through his clothes. He didn’t mind not one bit. He would have all of his clothes drenched in the salty tears of his children if that is what they needed. He would rock them and comfort them as many times as they requested, no matter how big the issue was or how old the children were. It was his responsibility as their father to do so, as well as something he owed to them for all the years of negligence.

Kyojuro’s wails died down to occasional sniffles and heavy breathing. His grip on his father slightly loosened as he partially uncovered his bloodshot eyes, gaze resting on nothing in particular. “What..am I going to do? I love her so much, it hurts. It hurts so bad. I feel like I can’t breathe, my lungs are burning. I-I’m so tired, Papa.” Kyojuro mumbled, no longer caring about how childish he seemed calling his father “Papa”. That’s what he was after all, Papa. Papa the Brave that chases the demons away every night before bed and when he’s away from home. Papa the Strong that can carry both his children and his wife on his body, carrying them throughout the house as tiny, sweet giggles filled the air. Proud Papa that teaches his sons how to hold a sword and praises them when they beat the air with wooden swords. Loving Papa that coats Mama in sweet kisses when he comes back home. Helpful Papa that saves little boys with snakes from sorrowful places and wipes his children’s faces every meal time. His Papa.

Shinjuro sighed softly, rugged hand traveling in his son’s hair. “I’m sorry, Kyojuro. There isn’t much you can do but be there for her. Love her as much as possible no matter what. Try to make her happy every day, even if you feel like giving up. And when you do feel like giving up, find me. And I’ll carry you.”

Kyojuro sniffled as his body felt the brunt force of fatigue. His wild eyebrows furrowed as he began to succumb to the sweet luls of slumber. “Okay, Papa..” Softly leaving his lips as he finally slept, Shinjuro kept his steady rhythm of rocking until the morning sun crested the horizon, birds singing their wake-up songs to the once still Earth.

A warm, gentle breeze traveled throughout the lively forest as boisterous laughter filled the air. Shinjuro chuckled softly as he watched his two sons walk briskly ahead of them, jokes and funny stories exchanging between the two. Kyojuro laughed loudly again as Senjuro entertained him with a funny face in the middle of his story, swinging the picnic basket in his hand.

“Kyojuro!” Shinjuro called out, his sons giving him their attention. “Try not to laugh too hard, remember? You’re still healing.” He reminded the young man, gesturing to the bandages that were wrapped around his torso, hidden underneath his Monstuki Haori Hakama. Kyojuro gently rubbed the eyepatch that rested on his face, a habit he started to pick up when in thought, a beaming smile shining at his father.

“Don’t worry, I feel good enough to laugh. It doesn’t hurt, promise!” He assured before joining his little brother that was already ahead of the both of them and underneath the tree. Heaps of food sprawled out on the red blanket once Shinjuro finally caught up to his children, a bento and chopsticks already out for him. He sat down carefully next to Senjuro, content eyes soaking in the picturesque view that laid before him. Many trees danced with the gentle summer wind, birds swooping and diving into the canopy for their lunch. A nearby stream sang its song elegantly as the two sons conversed with each other. Shinjuro took a deep breath in, the sweet scent of the manju and flowers filling his nose.

“She would’ve liked this place, right Aniue?” Senjuro said softly, snapping his father from his silent appreciation of nature. Kyojuro lowered his chopsticks, a small smile plastered on his face. He rubbed his stomach gingerly, before turning his attention to his little brother.

“She would have. Both of them would, I reckon. However, they’d probably yell at us for being late.” He chuckled, producing a large smile from Senjuro, a smaller one from his father. “Not to mention, we didn’t make Y/N favorite food to bring with us.” He finished, laughing loudly as Shinjuro released a soft snort.

“She’d be mad at you, not me and Sen. I told you we should’ve made some but you insisted on rushing.” He retorted, Senjuro giggling softly at his father’s remark. Kyojuro chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. His father was right, of course. But you would forgive him, Kyojuro knew you would.

“Then let’s make some when we get home and give it to her. Now hurry up and eat before I end up taking everything.” Senjuro warned before quickly snatching up a mitarashi dango, eliciting a shocked and hurried response from his brother as well as a scoff from his father, joining in the competition.

Things hadn’t been fair to the Rengoku family and although things would forever change for them, one thing was for sure; no sorrowful bouts of Deja Vu would visit them. And if they did, Papa the Brave would be there.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2022

#kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kny rengoku #kny angst #shinjuro rengoku #shinjuro #rengoku shinjuro #demon slayer angst #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x y/n #original stew

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primalsouls · 2 years ago

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Inner Visions

i'll protect you from

all the things i've seen

tighnari x gn!reader

themes: general (for now)

warnings: mention of death, description of a death (poison mushrooms), ooc Tighnari (heavy possibility), let me know of any warning...

summary: Tighnari saw his life flashed before his eyes, once again, but it wasn't from the newly growing poison mushroom he had almost taken a bite out of.

notes: written after the Archon Quests. but im so forgetful 😭 i also did finished his story quest... but probably forgot about that, too lmao so ill definitely look into all that haha also tried to do a little layout thingy for this fic lmao

⌑ reblogs & feedback are appreciated here! ⌑

✿ some reader info ✿

has a third eye - uses to see future visions when activated, atm the third eye is a ◉ᵕ◉.... third eye is closed one haha...

a "deity"

third eye makes them lose energy

wields a polearm mainly but can use more than one weapon - hand-to-hand combat mostly preferred

more will be added once i remember haha

(divider (c) firefly-graphics)

A new series of poisonous mushrooms began to invade one of the cave systems in the Avidya Forest. As one of the Forest Rangers in the sea of grand trees, Tighnari took it upon himself to seek these new species out and pray to the Dendro Archon for the empty-headed adventurers to heed his warnings and lectures about these fungi once he got his hands on them and study them before anyone else come across them.

"Master Tighnari, are you sure you could handle this on your own?" Collei asked, worry laced within her tone as she watched the fennec fox-hybrid ranger prepare himself a travel bag with all the necessary equipment he needed. Tighnari nodded his head towards the question, not sparing the green-haired girl a look as he dug through some cabinets for empty jars.

"Of course I can, Collei. These new specimens are a true hazard for anyone less experienced than me." Tighnari answered, stuffing the empty jars he found in one of his cabinets carefully into a new travel bag. Collei pouted. Brown-green eyes finally spare a single look towards her, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he slowed his movements. "I promise I won't try anything rash." He added, turning his body to face her completely. "And if I do need any help, I'll let Iraj know as he is near the cavern, afterall." Tighnari reassured the young girl before returning back to his preparations.

Despite the reassurance she received from the forest watcher, Collei's mind was still not at ease. There was a deep feeling inside her chest, urging her to stop the other vision user from going to investigate the mysterious mushrooms. Though, part of her believed Tighnari would be fine. He was the forest watcher after all, having to study the forest and its ecosystem. There was no reason to doubt him. "Alright… Please be careful, Master." Collei said quietly, bowing her head before leaving the hut of the fox-hybrid.

Tighnari let out a deep sigh. He appreciated Collei's concerns. She wasn't the only one worried about his sudden decision to investigate the growing problem within the Gandha Hill cavern. Aether and Paimon were the first to come across the fungi when they entered the cave for some lousy treasure. They were thankful Tighnari caught sight of them before they ventured further into the cave.

It was the horrendous smell that caught Tighnari's attention when he first entered the cavern after spotting the traveler and his small flying companion head in. Just from the sight of it above the cliff looking over the ground of the cavern was enough to tell it was a new species of poison mushrooms along with the nauseating aroma.

"Hopefully this scarf could keep the smell away." Tighnari muttered as he picked up the two travel bags he prepared, pulling the scarf over his head, careful with his long ears, and pulling it over his nose.

"Tighnari! There you are! Collei said you planned to go investigate the weird fungi we found. Do you need help? Aether here can come along!" Paimon exclaimed as she floated over to the forest watcher with the traveler walking up behind her, an apologetic look on his face. Tighnari winced at the loud voice of Paimon, his ears twitching down in displeasure.

Shaking his head, he waved the duo off. "No, no, it's fine. Like I told Collei, this is a mission for me rather than those inexperienced. We don't know what the mushrooms and their effects do, which is why I have to be the one to check on them. Please, I appreciate your concerns but I would rather you guys stay safe here than follow me through with this investigation of mine." Tighnari stated firmly, giving the pair a small smile. "Just stay here with Collei, I promise I'll come back before the night falls." With those words out, Tighnari didn't wait any second longer and headed down the path leading towards the entrance of the Gandha Hill cavern.

"Alright, Iraj, if anything happens in Gandharva Ville, please come get me." Tighnari said, looking over his shoulder towards the forest ranger who gave a firm nod. "And if anything happens to me, keep an ear out."

"Yes, Master Tighnari! I'll do my best." Iraj declared with another firm nod.

Tighnari gave him a quick nod before turning to the entrance of the cavern. "Here goes nothing…" He muttered under his breath.

The path leading to the ground of the cavern was shorter than he thought it would be. Tighnari peeked over the cliff. There they were. The new set of poison mushrooms huddled together in the small pool of water in front of the cliff. With careful steps, Tighnari made his way down to the ground level of the large cave. He looked around for any other potential threats in the area, his long ears seeking out for any small sound. Determined there was no other danger, Tighnari set a camp a few yards away from the pool of water. The equipment he had brought was set out nicely on top of a blanket beside the notebook and pen he brought to document any behavior from the fungi.

With a huff, Tighnari sat on the rug he set up. He wanted to take the scarf off but he doubted he would be able to handle the stench of the fungus. Despite the short travel between the cave under Gandha Hill, it still exhausted the fox-hybrid out. It didn't take him long to rest well, either. Tighnari stood up from the ground and walked over to the starting crowd of the fungi after picking up his pen and notebook. "Hm… Aside from the horrible stench, it stands out with a rosy pink cap and a lilac stem. It seems to be covered with moss as well." Tighnari told no one, his eyes shifting between the notebook and the mushroom as he scribbled down his observations.

"I wonder…" His words trailed off as Tighnari placed his pen and notebook down beside him. A gloved hand reached down and plugged one of the mushrooms out of the ground. Pulling the scarf down to his mouth, Tighnari grimaced at the aroma of the fungi invading his personal space, trying his damndest not to gag. "C'mon, Tighnari, tough it o-out…" He said through gritted teeth. His tail swung to get rid of somewhat of the stench as his hand neared the mushroom towards his slightly parted lips. His eyes were squinted. The top of the fungus looked weirdly spiraled.

A flash pierced against his vision. Tighnari let out a yelp as he dropped the mushroom and quickly got back on his feet after backing away hurriedly from the small group of fungi. His eyes were widen with alert, his body tensed as he held his bow out to defend himself. He panted, his heart ready to jump out of his throat as it raced against his chest.

"Wha—what…" Tighnari swallowed dryly as he glanced down at the mushroom he took out. There was no bite on it, so why did he see his life flashed before his eyes. Did the terrible smell finally get to his head!? Was he hallucinating from it? Tighnari was confused but upon closer observation he noticed the mushroom was pierced by a sharp… point of a trident… What?

Tighnari tensed his body once more. Where did the trident came from? There was no one here but himself. His fingers tightened around his bow. His ears were high alert for any sound.

"My, that was a close one, wasn't it?" An unfamiliar voice said above him coolly. Tighnari whipped his head around, his wide brown-green eyes landed on a figure who sat on the edge of the cliff. A frown creased his features. The forest watcher kept his weapon, taking a step back away from the new intruder.

"Who are you!? In fact, what are you doing here!? This area is off limits at the moment." Tighnari stated, his eyes narrowed towards the figure.

"What a strange way to say thank you…" The new face said as they raised a hand and snapped their fingers. Tighnari blinked as he glanced at their hand and towards the silver trident, which was no longer stabbing the mushroom he had in his hands moments before. "You should be lucky I was around the area to stop you from eating that deadly fungus." They added, hopping off the cliff and huffed when they landed a few feet away from Tighnari. Confusion swimmed in the forest watcher's eyes towards their words.

"What are you talking about? Were you the one who attacked me with that weapon?"

"Attacking is a strong word… I like the word helping more."

Tighnari scoffed, not a single trace of his weapon being lower down.

"Once again, who are you? Why did you atta—"

"Helped."

"Whatever! Why did you do that!?" Tighnari was growing frustrated. The figure tilted their head to one side, their disinterested eyes staring at Tighnari unnerving.

"You were about to eat a deadly mushroom. I've saved you from meeting your end too soon." They stated with a shrug, a bored look on their face. Tighnari frowned.

"How do you know they're deadly? What if it would just upset my stomach?" Tighnari retorted, his weapon faltering a bit.

"I've seen it… Your body wouldn't be discovered until further into the nighttime. By the time they find you, you'll be nothing but a wide eyed, purple lifeless body with moss growing out of your mouth." They said, their eyes glancing down at the mushroom which had slowly died out, withering away. Tighnari stared at them with a disturbed expression on his face.

The forest watcher couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way any of that could happen. Letting out a laughable scoff, Tighnari put his weapon down. "Hah! Ye-yeah right… There's no way that would happen. What, did you—did you try it yourself and come back to life?" He mused, not believing a single word that came out of their mouth. The other stared at Tighnari, leaving him feeling uneasy.

"No, I'm not stupid like you." Their words caught Tighnari off guard, his perplexed frown increasing further. "I figured you won't believe me… I've planned to just save you from your early fate and create a diversion to throw you off but I decided to stay and let you know what happened instead… I regret it now." They added, looking over at his small campsite. "By the way, Tighnari, do you always go around eating strange mushrooms?" Hearing his name rolled out their tongue made Tighnari freeze on the spot once more.

"How do you know my name? I've never told you…" Tighnari said quietly, raising his bow once more.

"Ah, how rude of me…" Ignoring his question, the figure crossed their arms over their chest. "I'm (Name)." They said with a small grin, . "And I can see your future."

#genshin impact #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x female reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x male reader #tighnari x female reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #primal writes

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forsworned · 4 years ago

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[♥] modern au!swimming lessons. {swimming instructor!mitsuri kanroji x reader}

“What about a Modern AU Mitsuri x Fem!Reader where Mitsuri teaches the reader how to swim. During the lesson, the reader can't help but find Mitsuri absolutely captivating, and they work up enough courage to shyly ask Mitsuri out, to which Mitsuri happily accepts. When the reader manages to swim across the pool on their own, Mitsuri cheers and excitedly shares her first kiss with the reader, the first of many that day.” -ao3 user

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff!!

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Mitsuri Kanroji/Reader

Word count: 1,103

a/n: my first time writing mitsuri so sorry if it’s ooc i tried my best, also requests are open c:

As humiliating as it was, [Name] was getting ready for her swimming lessons with her instructor and it was beginning to get very nerve-wracking the more and more she thought about it. And, yes she already knew it was not so typical for some at her age to not know how to swim, but late than never am I right?

She peeled her shirt off and stuffed it into her locker and shut it closed, turning the lock to prevent someone from unlocking it. One last look in the mirror to make sure her swimsuit didn’t give her an embarrassing nip slip. It was already enough that she was getting swimming lessons, but now that would be truly unbearable. Well, it was a normal black one piece after all so it was a safe bet that her boob wasn’t going to fall out. A sigh emitted from her lips as she made her way to the empty swimming pool and noticed a pink haired female with what seemed to be a green dip dye at her ends.

Odd, albeit beautiful. Her emerald eyes perked at [Name] as she entered and she waved her over excitedly. If [Name] hadn’t been as bashful as she was, she would’ve asked her out on the spot.

“Hello! I’m Mitsuri, your swimming instructor. You must be [Name]. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

[Name] could hardly get a word out because Mitsuri was just too cute for words.

“Yes, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“I’m excited to work with you! Shall we get started?”

[Name] only nodded with a flustered expression on her face and Mitsuri entered the water. She held her hand out to [Name] and she gently took it.

The [h/c] shivered as the water lapped around her form and Mitsuri tried her best not to giggle at her.

“Your body will get used to the temperature in no time.” Mitsuri squeezed her hand. “Now let’s see what you already know.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

After what seemed like months of swimming practice (it had only been two weeks), [Name] was ready to give up and Mitsuri could most definitely tell.

“Oh, [Name], please don’t give up now! You’re doing so well.” She clasped her hands together as if to plead with her. [Name] sighed as she floated on the water and looked at the ceiling that was lined with fluorescent lights.

“Honestly, I feel like it’d be easier to just give in to asking you out.” [Name] replied absentmindedly. Like her body, her thoughts were just floating and went with the flow with absolutely no direction and no filter.

Mitsuri’s squeak had caught her attention and it was enough to remind her that she was speaking out loud instead of to herself. [Name] had made a mental note to stop speaking aloud to herself right then, not like it mattered anyway. The cat was out of the bag.

“I-I mean, I-I” [Name] let out an exasperated sigh as she face palmed. “Sorry, that was really inappropriate of me.”

[Name] heard the water move and she looked down to Mitsuri’s head just barely above the water. Everything below her eyes were submerged as she gazed up at her abashedly. Mitsuri’s face just as pink as her hair and [Name] gulped down the lump that was forming in her throat.

“D-did I make you uncomfortable?”

The water around Mitsuri began to bubble as she shook her head and popped her out. Her smile as bright as ever as she spoke.

“Not at all! I’m just super surprised.” Her gaze now looking at the small waves she made. “You’re just really cute and I didn’t expect you to like me. I mean look at my hair. Ridiculous, right?”

An uncomfortable laugh left her lips and [Name] felt a pang of sadness. She couldn’t believe Mitsuri lacked self confidence when she looked as beautiful as she did. [Name] took her hand and looked at Mitsuri with twinkling eyes and admiration.

“Mitsuri you are the most captivating woman I have ever seen and your hair is beautiful, and not at all ridiculous!” [Name] meant that with her whole heart and that struck Mitsuri with such bewilderment. No one had ever told her that before!

“Y-you think so?” Mitsuri’s face was now flushed pink.

“Yes! Please go out with me!” [Name] replied without thinking (again). Mitsuri was just as shocked as she was when those words left her mouth.

“O-okay! But only if you can get to the other side of the pool while doing the breast stroke.” Mitsuri stammered as she squeezed her hand in [Name’s]. The [h/c] girl’s heart thumped loudly in her chest as Mitsuri had the cutest determined look on her face.

[Name] visibly sulked and Mitsuri laughed. “I believe in you!”

[Name] finally agreed and she practiced her stroke while Mitsuri held her up from the bottom and cheered her on. It was quite distracting to say the least.

“Are you ready to do it on your own?”

[Name] nodded anxiously as she fixed her swim suit. Mitsuri’s warm hand was now placed on on her shoulder and [Name] felt goosebumps rise at her touch.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m here if anything happens.” Mitsuri reassured.

“Thanks, Mitsuri.” [Name] smiled at her. She watched as Mitsuri effortly glided to the other side of the pool in a matter of seconds.

“You just gotta make it to where I am. You can do it [Name]!” She cheered as she bounced up and down.

[Name] took a deep breath and dove into the water. She felt as the water swathed around her body as she kept her form steady. She had perfected her stroke time after time with Mitsuri’s help, of course. Her body was coursing with adrenaline, and then she suddenly felt her fingers brush against Mitsuri’s swimsuit and then the concrete edge of the pool.

Mitsuri’s praises echoed with the pool walls as she squeezed [Name] against her plump chest. Her lips found themselves meshed against [Name’s] and her heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Was Mitsuri really kissing her?!

The rosette girl pulled away quickly as she had noticed her abrupt intimacy towards [Name]. “I-I’m so sorry, [Na--”

She was cut off by [Name’s] lips crashing into hers again and she didn’t fight it. Instead she felt herself melting against her form and embracing her warmly before [Name] pulled away. Mitsuri was at a loss for words, but [Name] was brimming with a new found confidence all thanks to her cute swimming instructor.

“So, when’s our first date?”

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etherealino · 5 years ago

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mixtape: on track – scb

synopsis: “i can’t let you go, how can i ever let you go?”

genre: idolverse!au, post breakup!au, radio dj!reader, angst, fluff uwu

warning(s): one curse word. changbin went ooc, oops.

word count: 3423

a/n: i had this plot since forever and when mixtape: on track was released, i realized it fit changbin so well. djbdjsdj,,,,,, hope this doesn’t suck :]

“First song of tonight, my people, Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. Just send in your requests, problems or if you just wanna say hi, just mention me, @/sleeplessy/n.” You said through the microphone and you lowered the volume of the microphone, muting it as the song played through the whole station—in every radio, that is.

Every night, all you did was talk about everything that comes into your mind—you’re good at it, actually. Plus, to everyone seeking advice comes to you, one of the reasons why you can’t lose topics to talk about. That was your job. From 11 pm to 3 am, for four hours that’s what you do.

This was your job ever since you broke up with your boyfriend of 2 years. Your boyfriend was none other than Seo Changbin of Stray Kids. You two were so happy, you were sure of it. Changbin was making you happy, you were making him happy. You knew you two were drifting apart when fights became a sudden routine every night, shouting until voices get hoarse. Then just this one night, Changbin came home, he picked a fight with you probably due to how stressed he is and he took it out on you. You two were on each other’s throats once more, when suddenly you shouted, “You know what? Let’s just break up. It’s best for the both of us.” You know you should’ve took it back when you saw Changbin’s expression fall, but then he glared at you again, but you still saw the tears pooling in his eyes, even though he shouted back, “Fine! I’ll pick my stuff up tomorrow.” Then, just like that, he left.

And ever since then, you can’t sleep properly. So you thought, it would be nice to look for a job instead of stressing over on how to sleep. And here you are, Sleepless Night with Y/N from 11 pm to 3 am—you became everyone’s favorite DJ in just a snap of a finger, it’s crazy when you think about it. You always loved the idea of being a radio DJ, if you were being honest. It’s been two months since you and Changbin broke up, and ever since then, you never listened to Stray Kids anymore, knowing you would just end up going to YouTube and binge his videos and fancams all day long—then cry.

You heard that Stray Kids have been having soft concepts lately, different from their usual concepts, and sometimes—a lot of times—Stray Kids’ songs were everyone’s requests, but you pretended not to see. Stray Kids would always have a guesting in your station, and you knowing the schedule would not go to the time allotted for them to avoid seeing Changbin. It’s been two months, but you were still undeniably hung up on Changbin. Everyone could see right through you.

“Once again, people, that was Song Request by Lee So Ra, featuring BTS’ Suga. How have you guys been? Still can’t sleep according to your tweets.” You said as you let out a small chuckle. You scrolled through the computer in front of you, looking at the tweets that were sent in as you talked about nonsense. “Shout out to some users that says they want to be in a relationship asap. Take your time, my people, savor it while it lasts instead of rushing, hm?”

Truth be told, you were looking for a certain user. This user would always say hi, giving you an update on what happened in their day. It would always end with, “How was your day? :)”. They would always tweet something that cheers you up. They would just randomly tweet you heart memes, even at daytime. Weird enough, even though you followed this user, they never sent you a dm. There was this weird feeling at the pit of your stomach that wants you to send them a message, but you also didn’t want to. So, you let it be.

Weird enough, they never sent anything today. You frowned, going to their profile, refreshing the page but nothing. It’s crazy when you think about it, missing someone you never met at all. But there was just something about this user that gravitates you towards them.

You didn’t even notice at all until your phone silently went off, vibrating, serving as a signal that it was already 2:30 in the morning. You have 30 minutes to wrap up the show. You always have that alarm or else, you will get carried away and you don’t want to ruin the schedule. “Time check, it’s now 2:30 in the morning, my people, send in your problems and I will try my best to give you the best advice I can.” You announced. Your Twitter blew up and you scrolled and scrolled. You went back up, refreshing your notifications. And finally, your favorite user has sent you a tweet. But it was different from their usual tweets. “From user sleeplesscb,” you announced. It was honestly unusual, they never send in a problem to ask for an advice, so you were kind of worried for them. “Hi, DJ Y/N, I used to have a girlfriend, she really means a lot to me. It’s been awhile since we broke up but I can’t seem to let her go. I really wish I could turn back time to take everything back so we would still be together.” You read. You sighed, biting your lip. “Well, user, if you really do love her, let her know. If you’re lucky, she might feel the same way as you. Tell her how you feel, make her feel loved and do everything you think you should do before you regret it.”

What if this is Changbin and he wants to—

You pushed the thought away, shaking your head as you bit your lip. It couldn’t be Changbin—it’s impossible. Changbin’s too busy for stuff like this. More importantly, Changbin would never feel that way. You just have to accept that your once shared love with Changbin is just now one-sided.

“If you end up really doing what I just said and doesn’t end good, you can hunt me and shoot me down.” You chuckled as you refreshed the page once more and you saw that the user sent another tweet saying, “Can you play Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids? Heard that the group’s rapper, Changbin wrote it and it’s how I feel.” You bit your lip. Are you ready? You inwardly sigh, giving yourself a nod. Just this once, for them. “Since it was your problem that I gave advice, I suppose I can grant your request.” You announced, searching the song to play it. You took a deep breath before announcing, “Here’s Mixtape: On Track by Stray Kids.”

Even a fool knows this, you’re the best thing I’ve got.

Just that line. That single line was enough to make tears pool in your eyes. Changbin’s voice went through the whole station and you muted the microphone again to prevent any noises to be heard—your sniffles, to be specific. You listened to the whole song. Just like what you expected, Stray Kids are still great—greater, even. But the fact that Changbin wrote this song made your heart flutter. He probably wrote it after your breakup, but you refused to listen. Funny how the universe just finds way to make you do what you’re supposed to, even if you’re against it. Did he actually write this for you or he just got an inspiration out of it? You don’t know, but it feels nice to hear the boys again—Changbin, especially.

You feel like jumping and throwing the things around you when Changbin’s part, “I can’t let you go.” came. You wanted to scream. You felt that. Changbin put so much emotion into this song, more tears streamed down your face and you sighed. Then it was followed by Felix repeating it. Then another line from Changbin, “How can I ever let you go?”

“Yeah, how could you?” You whispered as you aggressively wiping your cheeks as if you were actually talking to Changbin. By the last line, it was Changbin again, he changed the first line to “I know it because I’m a fool and can’t live without you.”

You really wished he really did write it for you. You wanted him back more than anything. How could you be so stupid to yell those words that led to your breakup?

When the song was finally done, you finally turned the microphone on. “And that’s it for today’s show everyone. I feel like I was a little bit boring today, it was tiring today after all. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow!” You said through the microphone and to your surprise you actually sound stable as if you weren’t a crying mess just before. “Time check, 2:55 in the morning, may you finally sleep in peace after a whole night of soft love songs. Tune in again tomorrow—or later tonight, rather for more advices, blabbering about whatnots, and songs to play for your situations as cheesy as that sounds. This is DJ Y/N, signing off, leaving you with Day6’s I Smile. Good night, everybody.”

And just as you said, she played Day6’s I Smile and queued more songs that are enough until the next program which would be at 8 am. You turned the microphone off, removing the headphones off your head as you neatly placed it to where it belongs. You went out of the studio room, the radio producer smiling at you. You closed the door behind as you went to pick your bag and coat. “I’ll see you tonight.” You said to her and she smiles.

“You did great today, just like always.” She said with a smile and you bowed, thanking her for the compliment. “Stay safe, take care driving.”

“Yes, stay safe, too.” You said as you waved bye to her. You exited the building of your radio station, going to the parking lot, ready to go home. You climbed in, starting the engine on as you decided to listen to the songs you’ve queued. The drive home was peaceful. City lights and soft music as you drive at the middle of the night; just your aesthetic, this was what you used to do with Changbin. Yes, Changbin was still at the back your head. You really wanted to know if it was for you. But other than that, you wanted to know how is he doing. Did he go through the same as you did? Was he better now? How is he? Did he find another person to finally replace you?

As you arrived home, a soft sigh escapes your lips. Why were you thinking about Changbin again? Oh, because that’s what you always think of every night. Can he sleep peacefully every night unlike you? Can he move around without thinking about you? Does he listen to your program every night?

Anyway, you got off your car with your coat and bag as you arrived in front of your house. Head down as you fiddled with your keys, walking up to your doorstep. You sigh. You were tired, but you were not sleepy. You have this tendency to be a bit clumsy when tired. So, as you were walking to your doorstep, you dropped your keys. You sigh loudly, bending down, sitting on the back of your legs to pick it up.

But someone has beat you to it.

You looked at the shoes in front of you, freezing. His scent finally filled your nostrils, his hand that was holding your keys out for you, the oversized black hoodie. You’d know those anywhere, everywhere. You bit your lip, looking up at the person to confirm if it really was him. And it was. You don’t need any confirmation to know it was him. Just his scent alone was enough to prove that it was him.

You shakily grabbed your keys, standing up as you look into his eyes.

Was it really him? Or did everything got into your head that it led you into imagining things?

He breathed out as if he was nervous, then he spoke, stuttering, “H-Hi.”

It really is him. It’s Changbin.

“What are you doing here?” You mumbled, not being able to properly process what’s happening. Why is he here? Is he here to get the shirt he forgot to take with him? Psh.

Changbin clears his throat, looking at the ground then up to you. “The DJ in the radio said, I..” Changbin trails off as he tries to find the right words. “I should tell you how I really feel about you, and.. I..” Changbin trails off once more, being really nervous as he avoids your eyes.

Woah, wait.

Your eyes widen as you look at Changbin. “That user was you?”

Changbin looks up, nodding as he says nothing. You bit your lip, but a soft chuckle escapes your lips. That’s why you keep on gravitating towards the user. Seriously, how does the universe does that? You looked at Changbin who was looking down as he breathed out, trying to find the courage to speak up to you.

“Fuck it.” Changbin whispers to himself then turns to look in your eyes. Then he started to speak, “Firstly, I’m sorry for taking all the stress out to you every night when we were still together. It was really shitty of me to do that. I’m sorry I wasted the chance you gave me. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for failing your expectations on me. I’m sorry I never became the man who you wanted. I’m just.. sorry for being shitty at showing you how much you mean to me. You should have someone who would love you the way the universe wants you to be loved—the way you deserve.

“I’m in a very big risk right now—we are in a big risk right now. Anyone could be somewhere here, take pictures of us and expose us, but I don’t care. But if ever we get into trouble because of it, I will protect you even if I’m at risk. I just want to let you know what I’ve been hiding for the past two months. It was eating me up. I was just happy on making you smile through the memes I send, through the little messages I sent, but I craved for more, Y/N. I want you back.

“I was in love with you. We were happy but we suddenly drifted apart because of me and my stupid pride. I knew better than that, but still I picked a fight with you almost every night when all you did was try to calm my nerves. I shouldn’t have let it get that far for you to yell those words. Up until now, Y/N, I’m still in love with you. You’re always here. You’re a part of me, Y/N. Every minute of every hour, you’re all that I think about. It bothers me to think that what if you already found someone else. Every time you giggle through the radio because of my messages, I regret my actions of letting you go just like that even more. I love you, Y/N. I still do.”

Changbin finishes with nervousness swimming in his eyes as he looked at you, but you only blankly stared at him. He knows that look. You’re not interested anymore, he thinks, but he was so wrong. He’s the only thing you wanted, nothing else.

“Before anything else, I know you haven’t been listening to our songs, considering you never played any of our songs despite a lot has requested and it’s impossible for you not to see it. But what I’m trying to say is, the song I requested was written for you.” Changbin says as he nods as if he was approving into his words, thinking he said the right words. He looks at you, who still blankly looked at him. “You.. can hit me now.”

“I can’t believe it was you.” You mumbled as you looked down, then to your side—everywhere but Changbin. Changbin chuckles nervously.

“I thought you were going to find out since I put my initials at the end.” Changbin said. Right. The ‘scb’ in the end. You were a bit oblivious to things. Okay, you just didn’t want to get your hopes high.

“How’d you know I have a radio program every night?” You asked as you look at him.

Changbin shrugs, looking at the ground. “Stress was getting into me, so I went out to get a bit of fresh air. Drove into the city in the middle of the night, around 1 in the morning, just like we used to. I turned the radio on and then I Loved You by Day6 was playing. I decided to stay on that station for a bit because it was one of your favorites. And then, I heard your voice.” Changbin explains. He looks at you, biting his lower lip, then he softly adds. “You know I know your voice anywhere—everywhere.”

You lick your lips, looking at the side. You shake your head lightly as you feel tears pool in your eyes. “I hate you.” You mumbled, just as the tears have cascaded down your face. Changbin looks at you, lowering his head as if he was ashamed.

“I know.” Changbin mumbles back.

“I hate you for making me love you so much. Why is it so much easier to love you than hating you? Up until now, it still feels like the first day when we broke up.” You said, wiping your tears off. Changbin holds himself from reaching out to pull you in his arms.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Changbin apologizes and he looks into your eyes. “I’d do anything for you to forgive me, I really will.”

You cock your head to the side lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?” You repeated, asking with emphasis. Changbin nods as he looks at the ground, not being able to say anything knowing where would this lead to. He can seriously imagine you saying ‘Never show up to me ever again.’ He was so scared, but if it would make you happy, he’ll do it.

“Stay with me.”

Changbin’s head snaps up, eyes looking into your tear-filled ones. Stay with you? Didn’t you hate him? “Objections? Hey, let me tell you, I got this job because I didn’t want to dwell into stressing myself because I can’t sleep. So I said, why make a job out of it. You know why I can’t sleep?” You said and Changbin shakes his head. “Because I can only properly sleep with you beside me. You owe me two months of peaceful sleep!” You pouted as you told Changbin these things. Changbin couldn’t help but chuckle, smiling at how you suddenly turned cute. “Stay with me, Changbin. Please.”

Changbin cautiously takes a step, and when you don’t take a step back, he takes this a sign that he can pull you in his arms for a hug. So, he did. Changbin wrap his arms around your shoulders as you wrap your own around his torso. You laugh lightly through your sniffles, finally feeling complete after two months. Changbin kisses your temple, keeping his lips there as you tighten your grip on him.

“Every night, if you want.” Changbin mumbles.

After two months, you finally slept properly and peacefully again. When you woke up, Changbin was already awake, playing with your hair with a wide smile on his face, giving you a kiss on your nose, forehead, cheeks and finally on your lips. You two were back and you were sure that you two are stronger this time. The universe really does have a funny way to make things right again. And as you are working, talking about the most random things, your eyes shift outside the studio where the waiting room is, you see Changbin watching you with a smile on his face. He gives you a wink, lightly raising his fist, mouthing, “Fighting! I love you.”

“A great person just told me that you deserve to be loved the way the universe wants you to be, so don’t rush into anything, the right person is just there.” You said through the microphone with a wide smile.

You mouthed back, “I love you, too.”

sksks when changbin sang that did you feel that? i cant relate and i felt that.

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Cold Skins and Warm Hearts [Savage Opress x Fem!Reader x Darth Maul]

Notes: I’m sorry that it took so long Anon, I also now realize that a cuddle pile is something different but I hope it’s still somewhat what you expected and you like it :)

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: Fluff, slight OOC, Swearing, Mention of Death

Word Count: 6107

Summary: Maul and his brother are looking for a kybercrystal for his new lightsaber on Ilum. With the help of an Ex-Jedi they are able to infiltrate the caves and steal a crystal from a padawan. All goes well until the sun sets and they are trapped inside the caves. To survive they huddle together and while warmth spreads in their bodies something else blooms in the hearts of the two brothers...

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"What foul joke is this supposed to be?!"

"I'm also not keen on working with you, but I have to pay a debt. So shut up and accept this, Sith."

The human woman returned his glare, and Maul had to question the sanity of his own mother. A Jedi working with his brother and him? It really sounded like a jest. He would rather get cut in half again than go on the mission with this... rather attractive belligerent insect.

"She reeks," commented Savage, and he agreed with his brother.

It was apparent that their supposedly new companion was a light side force user. Her disgustingly sweet stench and blinding force presence were proof enough.

"I'm not with the Jedi Order anymore if you're worried about that. I don't give a shit about you two. Or any other dark side user. Like I said, I'm only here to return a favor I owe your mother. So stop fussing, and let's go."

Savage took a step forward, and the force around him pulsed in anger. Maul gave him a warning look.

"Then why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"

Y/N L/N nodded at Savage's dual-bladed lightsaber.

"The same that's in for you. A kybercristal. Plus, a safe place to stay."

Her e/c eyes traveled to the ruins of Dathomir, and the corner of her lips twitched. Maul and Savage only narrowed their eyes when the woman smiled at the silent remains of their former lives.

The red Zabrak sighed and then pointed at her.

"We will go with you. But don't even think about betraying us. Only a fool would challenge two trained Sith."

She rolled her eyes and walked past both him and his brother towards the ship she brought with her. Her shiny h/c hair swayed slightly in the hot wind of Dathomir.

Oh, that smell was definitely the repulsive stench of the Light Side.

Besides Savage's mocking remark about the age of the ship at the beginning of their journey, none of them said a word during their flight in the old freighter.

While Y/N navigated her ship towards Ilum, he and his brother stayed in the separate rooms the woman kindly provided them with.

Savage paced in his cabin while Maul studied the interior in his. From what he saw openly displayed, it technically wasn't his room; in fact, the former Jedi seemed to sleep in it.

There were some indicators. For example, the clothes that laid on a metal chair in the corner, all neatly stacked but together forming a rather big pile. Or the open box with jewelry, something the Zabrak wouldn't have believed a Jedi could own. But it did appear like the woman told the truth when she said she wasn't with the Jedi anymore.

There was one thing that definitely convinced him. The darkness in the force that pulsed in the right corner of the room.

Maul reached out with the force to see if Y/N was still in the cockpit and when he felt her in the same spot, he stood up from the bed and then walked up to the commode from where the dark energy radiated. He opened the first drawer, and his eyes widened slightly when he caught sight of a slick black pyramidal-shaped holocron.

"The former Jedi has a dirty little secret," he murmured and reached out with his hand. He wanted to touch the sith holocron, but as soon as his fingertip grazed it, a sharp pain bolted through his arm.

Maul clicked his tongue in annoyance and bewilderment about the fact that he, a Sith, couldn't touch the device. He reached out again, this time trying to concentrate on the flow of the force, when he got interrupted by a voice of the speakers:

"We'll land during night time. The Jedi padawans and the master tasked with observing them will be arriving in the morning, which means we have some time to scout. If you want to get some rest feel free to do so. We won't reach Ilum in the next 24 hours."

A sigh escaped his lips, and he turned to look at the cot. The bedsheets were stainless and well kept, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to lie down on them. It felt intrusive. Not that he cared about such unnecessary things, but he didn't trust the woman at all. The holocron was something that made him suspicious and he decided to stay alert. Which meant no sleep.

How could the former Jedi have a holocron here and not get influenced by it? As far as he could tell, it was a powerful device, and the energy of the dark side was thriving around it. Surprisingly though, he couldn't feel any taint in her force presence.

Maul sat cross-legged on the floor to meditate and find out more about the strange light side user. He closed his eyes to focus, and with the help of his emotions, he could feel the force better, and while he encircled Y/N with his presence, he noticed a pull. It felt like a string, nothing more, nothing stronger. Weak, and easily tearable but somehow enchanting.

What is this? He knitted his brows and let his senses roam further, but suddenly something stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

It was not only said in his head but also coming from the door. He startled but hid his surprise immediately.

“Brother."

The yellow-skinned Zabrak looked down on him with a puzzled expression.

"I think that snake is hiding something."

So Savage figured out something too.

"Have you found anything?"

His brother opened his mouth to speak but then paused.

"It's just a feeling. We should watch her in case she tries to pull something stupid."

Maul nodded, having decided not to mention the holocron unless his brother did first. Maybe I can take it with me later.

Savage left his brother alone after the older one expressed his wish to meditate. The yellow Zabrak was kind of annoyed but let him. He stepped into the grand room, where a table and an open kitchen let the crewmembers of the freighter eat.

A clatter indicated that the only other passenger of the ship was in the kitchen. He watched her back while she cut something on the counter. Her h/c hair was swaying slightly while she hummed something and moved her body in the rhythm. Savage knew she noticed him because of the way her back stiffened. Her long black robes were hiding it well, but he saw it anyway.

Nevertheless, she continued her little tune and seemed to ignore him. A weird feeling spread in his chest the longer he stared at her. Her force presence was overwhelming, and he couldn't stop the prickly sensation of the light side to form in his body. It made him uncomfortable, and he coughed to interrupt the awkward silence he believed to have appeared.

"What? Do you want to eat something too?"

Her tone was quite harsh, which brought him back to his senses.

"No," he spat. He would never eat something that scum made him. She would probably poison it.

And Savage would also never sit next to her at the small table and eat with a happy face. That thought definitely didn't cross his mind. Not even for a second.

"Then why are you staring at me so intently? If you want to throw up, go to the bathroom."

Her indication was a little weird. He scrunched his eyes.

"Your dark side stench is also overbearing, so if you could leave. I'd like to enjoy my meal without a Zabrak, trying to kill me with his eyes."

The woman placed her food on a plate she had prepared before-hand and turned around to face him. Her nice e/c eyes were piercing when she put her hand on her hip. He just watched her for a few seconds. Her posture not only showed him that she wasn't intimidated by him but also that she was rather angry. It looks good on her. She raised an eyebrow, and he gulped unconsciously.

"Whatever, Jedi."

A sigh escaped her lips when she grabbed her plate and stalked out of the kitchen, muttering: "I told you I am no Jedi. Not anymore."

She left him alone in the grand room, and he was dazed for a few seconds. Did I seriously just think that this harpy is hot? A blush crept over his cheeks, and he clenched his teeth.

No, he would kill Y/N after they found the kybercristals. A former Jedi was still a light side user, and they had to die. The somewhat attractive human was no exception. He then finally noticed the growl coming from his stomach. He would kill the woman, but he might postpone it a bit if he still got something to eat. I'm hungry.

"Are you guys serious? Ilum is an ice planet! Did you really think that you wouldn't need any kind of jacket?!"

Y/N watched the two idiot brothers with a disbelieving expression. She wore a big long coat with a furry hood and a scarf. The only thing they could see of her was her burning e/c eyes. And they were apparently ready to kill.

“We do not need such trivial things. The force will keep us warm."

"The force my ass! The only thing you're wearing is basically a rag," she pointed at Savage and then turned to him, "and you... Are you a stripper? I can see your chest. I'm pretty sure you will freeze to death before we even get to the caves."

Maul let out a growl and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Looks like Jedi are truly ascetic. Are you seriously embarrassed by seeing some skin, woman?"

His tone was mocking, and it satisfied him a bit too much when she blushed slightly.

"Shut it, that's not the point. I won't take you with me unless you wear something warmer!"

He opened his mouth to speak a threat, but his brother got ahead of him: "Okay. But then we will finally go to the caves. No more scouting alone!"

The h/c haired woman sighed but then nodded. Maul only gave his brother a look. Did he just surrender to that Jedi?

Savage nodded at him, and he scowled.

"Wear these."

She presented them two coats; both of them were white like hers.

"Put on the hood and also these scarfs. Otherwise, your skin colors will be seen from a mile away."

Maul forcefully breathed out through his nose, showing his annoyance. He ripped the coat out of her hand and put it on. He also draped the scarf around his throat, rather messy though, and lifted up his hood to hide his horns and forehead.

"Did the ship with the padawans already arrive?"

Y/N nodded again and then fixed Savage's scarf to hide his lower face better. He only stared at them with a darkening expression. His brother was acting way too tame with the Jedi scum. Did that wrench...?

His thought got interrupted when she turned around and also reached out to fix his scarf. Her fingers were cold, but where she accidentally touched his chin and cheeks, warmth spread. Her eyes were focused on the white cloth around his neck. Maul stopped breathing for a second when her pinky finger brushed his lips.

"Sorry," was all she said, and she averted her gaze. He chuckled, more shocked than amused.

"Can we go now?" asked his brother his tone sounded slightly annoyed. The woman stepped back and then turned abruptly so that they only saw her backside.

"Follow me."

They traveled without speaking, and the only sound that accompanied them was the crunch of the snow and ice under their feet.

Savage was questioning the moment earlier. Why did his heart pound faster when she touched him? What wretched feeling was this emotion in his chest? Did he... No. That couldn't be-

He got interrupted when he bumped into Y/N, who had stopped walking suddenly.

"There they are."

He and his brother stepped next to her side to see a grey republic transporter behind some ice boulders. It was guarded by some clones.

"They are really close to the caves...", murmured the former Jedi thoughtfully, and Savage reached inside his coat for his lightsaber.

"What are you doing?" asked Maul and stopped him.

"They are a hindrance."

His brother scrunched his eyes.

"What if they call for back-up? There's a republic flagship if you've forgotten."

The fact that the other Zabrak didn't want to kill the puny soldiers was rather strange, but he ignored it and sighed. He tried to clip his lightsaber back to his hip when, surprisingly, the Jedi voiced an idea:

"No, wait. Them calling for back up might actually be a good idea."

She pointed at the clones.

"If we attack them, they would definitely inform the Jedi master inside. If we stealthily take them out and let the last one see us, the master might come to investigate, and we can go into the caves without any problems."

"Or the master waits until we get to him."

Y/N rolled her eyes. Savage could almost hear what she was thinking.

"That's a risk we can take. I'm pretty sure the muscles on this guy aren't just for show."

She pointed at him, and he turned his head away to hide his slight embarrassment. Why was he acting this way?!

"Well, then... I'm off."

Without a word, she strode forward, and before Maul or he could stop her, she leaped into the air with the help of the force. She landed behind an ice block sticking out from the ground and hid. The brothers only watched how she tricked one of the clones to come towards her with the help of small pebble and then knocked him out in a matter of seconds.

"She's not killing them," mentioned Maul when she took out the third guy, and panic started to spread among the clones guarding the ship.

"Not a Jedi, ha! She clearly has their weaknesses", responded Savage, although it sounded stiff.

Both Zabrak had their own thoughts when they saw how efficient she was. The distressed yells of the last clone trooper standing were loud enough for them to understand them clearly.

"General, something is attacking u-"

The man got cut off when Y/N jumped on him and literally broke the connection and the clone's neck. Oh. Did they both think. That was... surprising.

They moved to join her but both of them were in a daze.

The body dropped to the floor, and the woman did a somersault to stand up again. When she turned around, they had already approached her and the ship.

"That was rather impressive," stated Maul, and he watched how the red-skinned Zabrak grinned at her. Savage thought the same but didn't say it out loud.

"Seems like you underestimated me. Me and my plan."

She casually waved in the direction of the dead clone whose comlink was blinking.

"Halo? Halo, what happened? Damn it!"

The male Jedi master seemed to turn away to speak with someone, but they could still hear the words of the conversation.

"I will check this out. You stay here and wait for the others."

Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"See? Now, all we have to do is avoid running into him while we go."

Savage nodded, and the brothers began to walk while she followed them. After they were a few hundred meters away, the former Jedi turned around and closed her eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked and observed her. His brother crossed his arms and also stared at her.

"We have to cover up our footprints."

She concentrated, and both of them could feel the force shifting around her. A strong wind blew, and their tracks blurred with the dancing snow.

"You're more careful than I thought."

Her e/c eyes pierced Maul's yellow ones, but she didn't respond.

"Let's just get those crystals."

And they did. It took a while, though, because the two Sith and the Ex-Jedi had to sneak in, and Savage wasn't really experienced in stealth.

They also had to get rid of the padawan waiting for the other apprentices, but Maul was able to easily overrule his spirit and make him unconscious. The red Zabrak wanted to take the padawans crystal, but Y/N stopped him from doing so because it would point the Jedi master towards a Sith.

So they followed their actual plan but not without Maul degrading the woman and her "weak mindset." The light side user wanted to separately search for the padawans, but both the brothers were strictly against it. What if she betrayed them? So they decided that Savage would be the one to go alone because he was the only one with a lightsaber.

When they parted, Y/N began to block the Sith out to find her own crystal. She let her senses wander and feel with the force, and there was a small, steady pulse that called out to her.

Maul tagged along, but his annoyance and anger clearly was showing. They found her crystal first and then another padawan suddenly showed up. The worm didn't put up a proper fight though. The Zabrak had expected the woman to at least show some mercy, but she helped him drop icy boulders on the young Twi'Lek without hesitation.

That was when Savage re-joined them, he himself also had encountered two padawans who were on their way back. He had killed them both and took their crystals. When he mentioned his deed, he watched the h/c haired woman expectantly, but like with Maul, she didn't flinch nor show any sign of sadness.

They began to walk towards the beginning of the caves when they encountered a big group of padawans. Both the Sith were a little surprised that the brats didn't try to flee. The arrogance of the Jedi was already implanted in them. They fought. And won. Although Y/N had some difficulties.

The brothers shared a look but then decided to let it slide because, in the end, they got what they wanted.

"Let's get out of here."

They wanted to, but there was only one problem...

"I knew it. Sith are useless."

"Pardon me?"

The red-skinned Zabrak stared at the woman in front of him with a dark expression. She ignored how the force twisted and turned in anger around him and clicked her tongue in annoyance. The sound echoed through the ice caves and reminded him once again that their supposedly perfect plan had turned into a nightmare.

"You can't even count hours. We're stuck here because of you!"

The accusation of the former Jedi and now outlaw formed a burning rage in his chest, but he was able to control his emotions.

Unlike his brother, Savage took a step closer to her and pierced the woman with a fierce glare, his hand on his lightsaber.

"Your loose tongue will be the death of you, Jedi scum."

Y/N didn't back down. Instead, she let her own emotions flow through the force, and her irritation was just as mighty as the brothers.

Maul knew that she had a point. They did forget the time when they were fighting the padawans, but it was also her fault. He was sure that the arrogance of a Jedi still coursed through her veins and that it caused her to underestimate the younger generation.

Of course, the Jedi prodigies were no match for the trained Sith, but the Ex-Jedi seemed to have skipped training since she had left the order. The skills she showed before when she had taken out the clone troopers seemed to be farce—what a disappointment.

"Stay back, big guy. You don't know how much I restrain myself from killing you."

Savage scowled and then pointed his lightsaber at her, although the blade was not yet drawn.

"You told us about the mechanism. You knew we could be trapped in here! You were familiar with it from before, so tell me why I shouldn't just end your miserable life right here and now?!"

Y/N only stared at him, her face displaying a thunderstorm of fury. Way back in the heads of both the brothers whispered a voice that she looked hot and alluring like that, but the Zabrak ignored it.

She finally opened her mouth and distracted them from the weird thought:

"Because I know how to get out of here. We have to activate a mechanism from the inside."

Maul stepped forward, hand raised and tightened in a fist.

"Then tell us."

She shook her head. No way. It was the last ace she had up her sleeve. If they knew about it, they could just kill her for real.

"No. I won't tell you. But I can guarantee that we will be out of here tomorrow."

The three all shared a look, and everyone still had a flame of rage inside their eyes, but in the end, the two Sith complied.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

Y/N turned around and pointed towards one of the tunnels going deeper inside the caves.

"There are geothermal geysers in one of the caves. It'll be warmer than here."

Savage tilted his head in confusion.

"Why does that matter?"

She stared at him, dumbfounded. The other Zabrak also looked a little bewildered. Were these two idiots?

"We are spending the night here. It gets way colder than it already is."

Both blinked at the same time and then just marched past her. Savage did it to hide his embarrassment, and Maul was just too tired to deal with the woman. That's at least what he told himself.

When they arrived in the cave with the geysers, the temperature was slightly higher, but for Y/N and Savage, it didn't make any difference. They both already had cold feet and hands, and the big coats they wore were not helping. The Zabrak, though, was not going to tell her or his brother.

Savage decided to sit close to the big water pool while Y/N went to the smaller one which was closer to the walls. She knelt and took a deep breath. The brothers watched her both from the corners of their eyes.

Maul thought about meditating too, but he wasn't in the mood, and he'd much rather get more angry about the situation they were in now.

His brother did sit down like the woman, but he didn't close his eyes to meditate. His yellow eyes were solely focused on the woman. If Maul hadn't known better, he would have guessed that his brother was attracted to the former Jedi. The thought was so disgusting and ridiculous he couldn't stop himself from chuckling silently.

But then something welled up in his chest, and the feeling was ugly. He couldn't name it. It wasn't an emotion he would usually get. It felt twisted and futile, something he believed he would never need to feel for his brother.

His face darkened, and he unconsciously reached out to search his brother's feelings. There was something. Something dark and yearning. A want. A lu-

It felt like he had burned his fingers, and Maul retreated immediately. That couldn't be, could it? For her? That Jedi? That scu...

His eyes wandered to her form. She was wrapped in the coat, but he could still see the curves of her body. He remembered the way she had killed the clone earlier, how she talked back at him with sarcastic comments while they were searching for the crystals, and how her eyes were filled with passion and fury when she had snapped at them before.

When Maul looked at her now, her light force presence calmly pulsing because of her meditation, a single thought filled his mind. He wanted to taint her spirit. Her soul.

He knew it was absolutely absurd, but the idea made his chest burn and his blood boil in anticipation. She used the light side of the force, but Y/N had a Sith holocron. She first seemed calm and collected, but most of the times her emotions would almost ignite the air. And she killed. Something the Jedi avoided as much as possible,

She was a being he couldn't figure out. And it intrigued him. Her spirit was wild and free. He wanted to own her. And his brother seemingly wanted it too.

Hours passed, and while the brothers watched the woman with burning gazes, the air turned freezing cold, and Y/N had begun to shiver. She couldn't concentrate anymore; furthermore, the peace she had felt when she meditated was long gone. Mostly because of the cold but also because she could sense the eyes of the Sith on her.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed how the two Zabrak also seemed a little unhealthy. Savage Opress, the bigger one, was surprisingly trembling from the cold, she could see it because the fur on his coat seemed to vibrate. An idea crossed her mind, and she slowly stood up.

The others immediately looked towards her and stiffened. Y/N felt pity for them. Of course, they were evil scumbags, but she didn't want them to die of hypothermia.

The yellow-skinned Zabrak seemed to be in a much worse condition than his brother, so she decided to approach him. She slowly walked over to him, and the closer she came, the more she could feel his dark force presence. Somehow it was stronger than before, but she didn't care. In her eyes, he looked cold but also like a potential heating oven. This irrational thought pushed her forward, and she nonchalantly sat down next to him.

"What... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice was slightly raspy. Y/N looked up to him and then turned her head away.

"I'm cold. And so seem you."

She was almost sure that he would send her away, but to her big surprise, he sighed and then suddenly wrapped an arm around her and pushed her closer to him. She watched his face, but he avoided her gaze. The former Jedi could feel his warmth faintly through his and her own coat, and she shifted to lean closer to him.

The fact that he was a Sith and had wanted to kill her earlier was lost in the back of her head. He looks kinda cute when he’s embarrassed. Even Sith can feel embarrassment after all, huh. She could see his tinted cheeks, although he tried to hide it. She turned her head to the other brother.

"You should join us."

Darth Maul’s gaze was dark, and he refused immediately, a little too hotly.

"I won't."

Y/N frowned. Did he hate the thought of sharing body warmth with her so much that he would rather tremble like a leaf?

"You're going to freeze to death, come on. Don’t be so stubborn."

He shook his head adamantly and then let a pulse of dark force rush through the room. The anger and hatred took her breath away for a second, and she wheezed. Maul stopped and then faced the wall away from the two. She could feel the force still churning, and when she gasped again, the arm around her tightened.

Her eyes searched Savage's, but he averted his gaze and pressed his lips together. She sighed and lowered her head. As long as he warmed her like he was right now, she would ignore his silent demeanor.

They stayed like this, time went by, and the only light in the room was coming from one of the giant crystals. Maul was at the point of hauling himself into the steaming water but he restrained himself. The former Jedi had warned them that the water only looked warm and would in fact double the chances of them dying of hypothermia. So he had stayed where he was.

The Zabrak’s teeth were clattering and he hated it. The first few hours he was able to use the force to keep his body warm but hunger and the weird things he imagined about the woman distracted him and he eventually gave up on trying.

His brother and Y/N were asleep. He could hear it. Their steady breaths were intertwined and they laid curled up on the outlaw’s coat which they had spread so they could lie down.

At some point earlier the two of them had decided to take off their coats. Hers would be used like a pad while Savage’s would serve them as a blanket. The fact that his brother held the woman close to his chest had fueled his body with anger and heat and he used it to stay warm a little longer.

The fact that he was angry because of that was ignored. As long as he got warmth out of it it was fine.

But now? Now he had enough. His survival instincts overruled his want to stay away from the light side user and he stood up and hurriedly walked over to the two of them. For him it felt like he could feel their body heat even two meters standing away from them, and it felt like heaven.

Slowly he approached them and searched their faces for any indication that they were awake. Maul almost jumped when the h/c haired woman returned his eye contact. Her eyes were bleary but she was definitely looking at him.

“Whatcha doing?”

He stared at and thousand thoughts filled his mind from the way she looked cute right now to the fact that his brother was drooling slightly. Maul tried to summon a stoic looking face and then replied with a monotone voice:

“If we three all huddle together we will stay warm. You looked cold.”

Y/N stayed silent for a while and just watched him. Her eyelashes were surprisingly long and the way they mirrored her stunning e/c eyes caused his heartbeat to quicken some more.

“C’mere”, she mumbled and he breathed in slowly, still trying to reason with his survival instincts that he was a Sith and the cold wouldn’t kill him, and he would much rather freeze than lie next to this sleeping beauty but he just couldn’t.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his and he almost tumbled forward and onto the two if he hadn’t caught himself with his knees at the last moment.

“Maul... just lie down...”

Her voice was enchanting and the arm who held up Savage’s coat seemed so inviting that he complied. He laid down with enough space between him and her so that they weren’t touching, but she didn’t seem to like that and promplty huddled closer. When her arms snaked around his torso he stopped breathing and his heart pounded loudly in his ears.

Is... Is she trying to seduce me?! She pressed her head into the thick material of his coat and heat rose from his abdomen. The former Jedi latched onto Maul like a parasite and he had troubles controlling the uprising thoughts about her small form.

This woman was nothing what he desired. He was a Sith, but he had no time for frilly emotions and the lusts of the body. What he wanted was revenge and power. But his brain must have lost a few braincells, the ones for rational thinking, because he actually embraced the woman, and pressed her closer to him.

A heavy object suddenly crashed down on him - he almost jumped - and he and the woman in his arms got pulled to the left. He realized it was his brother who had suddenly lost his source of warmth and yanked them closer again in his sleep.

Both of them men hugged the woman. Savage spooned her from behind and he held her in his arms. Their body heat was surprisingly hot and after a while the coat he wore was unbearable for him and he almost tore it off his body.

He pulled Y/N’s hands away and sat up to take off the coat. Then he draped it over himself and the woman and then put his arm around her again.

His face was hot and he was somehow feeling embarrassed but he ignored every sign of his body liking her and just closed his eyes. Please just let in be morning.

He couldn’t acknowledge the feelings he was confronted with. Couldn’t admit that he really, really liked the way she pressed her head into the hollow by his throat, how her breath felt like feathers on his skin, and the way she let her guard down around him.

She probably does that with everyone when she’s tired. The thought caused a small and animalistic growl to erupt from his throat and he was shocked that just the imagination of it made the fire of jealousy burn higher and higher.

His master would have probably never expected this to happen. I think I’ve fallen for her.

The revelation hit him hard. But when her lips suddenly brushed his collarbone, he just realized that it would open a whole new world to him. And surprisingly; he was fine with that.

Savage opened his eyes slowly. A breath had fanned his face and he was confused. Since when do I...? There was also a weight on his hips. Both the breath and the leg pushed over his body belonged to the former Jedi with whom he and his brother had gone on a mission.

Now he remembered.

Y/N’s face was so close to his, it stopped his own breath for a second. Her leg felt suddenly so much heavier, he had to push it away softly. Her eyelashes were long, and the frown on her face she had worn through the whole mission was gone without a trace.

The lack of her furrowed eyebrows gave her a soft look and he could finally understand what people meant when they said a person was beautiful. Maybe it was because of the cold environment they were in, maybe it wasn’t, but to him the former Jedi looked like the embodiment of life.

Her cheeks were slightly red from the cold, giving her a bashful expression even though she was sleeping. He was surprised that he, a Sith, was able to have such a pure feeling blooming in his chest.

He moved his gaze and saw his brother behind Y/N. Maul had his arm wrapped around her hip and his shoulders were raising and falling slowly. The red skinned Zabrak also pressed his face in the woman’s silky hair.

Slight jealousy flared in his heart but Savage could forgive him. Because it was the first time he had seen his brother this calmly sleeping after the whole thing happened with the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and the acquirement of his new legs.

And in his eyes he had already won the big prize.

He unconsciously reached out in the small space between him and Y/N and slowly grabbed her hand. It was warm but her fingers were surprisingly rough. Probably from all the training.

He intertwined their fingers and at that moment it was as if the force connected the three of them.

An overwhelming feeling washed over him and he breathed in deeply. If this was love, he could understand why the Jedi were so adamant about not forming attachments. The emotion was so strong, his force presence was humming and he quickly sat up out of shock. The powerful change in the force caused the air to sightly vibrate.

Small ice pebbles danced over the ground next to them and he finally realized that there was a lot more light inside the caves. Morning must have come.

Savage turned to face the two people lying next to him. Seeing them so peacefully almost hurt him. A nostalgic feeling spread inside of his chest and he sighed.

What harm could do a few more minutes, right? He laid down again, draped the coat over him and the woman and also wrapped an arm around her. He and his brother now touched but he didn’t care.

If the light side could give him this kind of peace, Savage wouldn’t mind turning his back on the darkness inside of him. Or at least for moments like these.

While he was deeply in his thoughts, neither did he realize that the woman scooted closer to him again and pressed her face towards his chest, nor did he notice that her lips formed a smile.

Maybe not all Sith are that bad. At least these two aren’t.

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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What if pt1

Todoroki Shoto x f!reader

A/N: hello beautiful readers! I’m here with a LONG ass Todoroki x reader. It’s my first time writing the icy boy so I hope it’s not too ooc. I made them 3rd years so he’s less icy but it’s a whole lot of pining and fluff! I’m not super happy with it but I hope you all enjoy it!

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Warnings: PINING

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Cool night air prickled your cheeks as the smell of damp grass filled your nose. The odd cricket chirping and the distant sounds of the city filled you with serenity. Unfortunately, serenity never lasted long when the lingering pain in your chest was caused by the heavy feeling of heartbreak.

The guy who you were in love with for 2 years decided to date your best friend. You saw the longing looks they gave one another in class, the all too loud giggles your best friend gave to him, and it hurt. A slow motion car crash of your emotions and reality. There wasn’t anything you could do to stop it and it broke you.

You wouldn’t trade your best friend for anything in the world. The sweet, bubbly, floaty girl with a cute name to match her cute personality. Ochako Uraraka. She was trustworthy, sweet, and so uplifting much like her quirk. You didn’t want to stop her from finding happiness and as her best friend, you needed to support whatever decision she made.

Never telling anyone about your affections for Bakugo Katsuki, you just kept it to pining from afar. He was loud, brash, rude, but you could see it in those crimson eyes that he cared. He cared about his friends, his grades, and his health, as much as he denied it. The determination to be at the top just made him seem all the more attractive to you.

The announcement he barked out to the class that he and Uraraka were dating made your heart drop to your stomach. Pins and needles stabbed your throat and eyes, burning your now empty chest as the class congratulated both parties.

Blaming your stinging eyes on allergies, you congratulated Ochako. Giving her a hug and a sweet smile as you flushed your romantic dreams down the drain.

You huddled more into the fluffy blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders, the cool grass on your legs feeling comforting on your warm skin. Sitting on the grass hill of the backyard of the UA dorms was your sanctuary, your little escape from everyday life.

Quiet music played from the speakers of your phone as you gazed up at the stars. The pain in your chest now soul crushing as you wondered ‘Would’ve anything changed if I just told him? Why am I such a coward? Why couldn’t I just tell him? I can’t. It’s too late now.’

Tears pricked the corner of your (e/c) eyes, the dam on your emotions breaking and rushing out like a tsunami as you desperately tried to hold it in. You needed to let it out, once and for all so you finally have a chance of getting over him.

Heavy, ugly, muffled sobs wracked from your body. Fat tears rolling down to your now pink cheeks as you tried to scrub them away with the corner of your blanket. Hiccuping and hyperventilating into the night air, you let out all your pent up feelings as quietly as you could.

“Hey, are you okay?” A cool voice rang out from behind, making you flinch mid sob.

Wiping your eyes with your blanket before turning around, you faced the last person you would expect. Todoroki Shoto, your friend and prince of class 3-A. Panic set in as you realized he probably caught you ugly sobbing.

“O-oh uhm hey Todoroki, yeah. I’ll be okay eventually.” Your scratchy voice called out. Cringing from the way you sounded as embarrassment seeped through your veins.

“Eventually? What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” He concernedly asked as he sat down next to you in a bold but nonetheless socially clueless move.

He sat on your right side, so his left was next to you. That side screamed ‘warm and comforting’, everything you needed right now. You had to use every ounce of willpower to restrain yourself from snuggling up to him.

Gazing up at the stars again as you spoke, voice still hoarse from sobbing and eyes feeling sore after crying.

“You won’t tell anyone right?” You gazed at him expectantly.

A short nod from Todoroki came in response. With a sigh, you decided to spill the truth. Everything you felt for the last 2 years, the hurt, the love, and the sadness.

“I fell in love with a guy who didn’t love me back, Todoroki. He’s strong, stubborn, rough, but I know by the look in his eyes that he cares. He cares so much. He’s determined and will do anything to get to the top. I was a coward, I didn’t say anything to anyone. I just pined after him from afar like a fool.” You sniffed.

“I couldn’t find the courage to tell him, I wanted to. I desperately wanted to. But now he’s dating my best friend and I won’t get in the way of her happiness. I’ll be okay, I’m just purging all my feelings before I need to move on.” You poured out as you continued to look up at the twinkling stars.

He let out a deep sigh, his mismatched eyes staring up at the same sky as he was listening to your confession of failed love. He contemplated what to say next, knowing he wasn’t the best in dealing with emotions but refusing to leave you here by yourself.

“I knew you loved Bakugo, I could see it in your eyes. The way they slightly sparkled when you looked at him.” He spoke nonchalantly, not catching the hint sadness in his own smooth voice.

Wide shocked (e/c) eyes met blue and grey ones, earning a low chuckle from him.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m observant you know?” He shot you a sly wink and soft smile.

You let out an airy hoarse laugh, it was nice seeing this side of Todoroki. Not the blank faced prince or the all powerful ice and fire user, but him. As a person, as someone who could joke and laugh.

“Yeah, I sometimes forget you’re just as smart as you are handsome.” You giggled, looking back up at the little spots of white in the black inky sky.

A faint dust of pink bloomed his cheeks, thankfully covered by the dark of night.

“I know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love you back. But time heals all wounds, even if it slow. So feel free to come talk to me if you need anything.” He spoke softly, glancing at you for a moment.

“Who wouldn’t love you back Todo? You’re the total package!” You exclaimed with a slight giggle. Sadness filled you once again, but not for you this time. For him. He deserved to be loved. And the girl he loved and didn’t even accept it. ‘At least I’m not the only fool in love here’ the thought ran through your head, finding solace in your pain.

A sad chuckle came from Todoroki, mismatched eyes dulled for a split second before he met your gaze. He loved you but he kept it quiet, much like you did. He didn’t want to bother you with his affections after you were painfully in love with someone else. He held in his love for you, the roots of your beautiful existence wrapping around his heart and squeezing tight whenever you were looking at another man. Kind (e/c) eyes, a loving personality, and how in touch you were with other people’s feelings really made him fall hard.

The lone cricket started up again in the distance as the wind got colder, forcing you to huddle into your blanket further. A comfortable silence fell over both of you. It was nice not feel alone in your pain. Misery loves company right?

“Here” Todoroki gently said as he moved closer. Heat radiated from your right side, your tired body mindlessly getting closer to the source. In an attempt to not leave his right side colder, you threw some of your blanket over him and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Todoroki. For everything tonight. It really made me feel better.” You sighed, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in 2 years.

“It was no problem, (y/n). I’m glad I could help.” He had a small smile on his face, one that was so soft that it would’ve made you cry tears of joy. If only you were looking at him.

He noticed your eyes starting to flutter close and offered to walk you to your dorm, like the gentleman he was. You sleepily accepted his offer as you walked your way through the cool grass and headed into the building.

Making small talk with him was surprisingly easy, eventually landing on silly topics as you playfully debated your path through the dorms. Your sleepy giggles rang through the halls and blessed his ears as your slightly puffy eyes crinkled at an offhand joke he would try to make.

When you both arrived at your door, another comfortable silence fell over you two. Looking into each other’s eyes while your quiet laughs died down in the empty dim hall, it felt like the world just existed around the two of you. It was a world you didn’t want to leave so soon.

“Thank you again for everything Todoroki, don’t be a stranger okay?” Your slightly puffy eyes sparkled before you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug.

He froze at the contact, not fully sure what do to. ‘Should I hug her back? Should I just stand there like an idiot? What do I do?’ He panicked as you looked up at him, chin rested on his chest with the most adorable smile.

He slowly wrapped his strong toned arms around your smaller form, lightly squeezing you back as he wore the most love struck look on his face. Your smile brightened ever so slightly at the soft look he had but too caught up in your pain as to why.

Both of you bid your final good nights as you watched him walk away towards his dorm. With another sigh, you closed your door and flopped onto your bed. Today was rough no doubt. So after ugly sobbing and confessing your sins to a friend, you were refreshed yet exhausted.

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The annoying ring of your alarm promptly shook you out of your dreams. A loud groan escaped you as you got up and changed into gym clothes. It was a Saturday so today was quirk training.

Telekinesis was the quirk that ran in your family. Passing it down from daughter to daughter seemed to be the tradition, all the women in your family having the same quirk.

It wasn’t hard to get into the top 5 in your class, being trained by your loving mother from early youth to make things float from the young age of 4. Your abilities were strong, being able to lift a two story building shakily with only a slight headache as a side effect.

You grabbed a small bag of needles you had for training and shoved it in your mini backpack. Opting to head the small area of woods so you wouldn’t cause too much damage in the gym.

With your earbuds in and hype music playing, you jogged your way to the small clearing. Inhaling the fresh scent of trees and earthy soil made you feel refreshed, the shade of the trees was going to keep you cool when flexing your power.

You opened your backpack and pulled out the bag of needles, a faint red glow around your body as your normal (e/c) glowed bright red. The bag levitated in the air as the drawstring loosened and each needle floated in midair and got to training. (Shoutout to scarlet witch from marvel for the idea)

After you finished your rountine, you plopped down on the grass after your last set of heavy lifting with a tired huff. It was sunset now, the pretty colors of the sky illuminating like a painting as a soft golden light cast on your sweaty face.

Sitting there, you decided to stay for a bit longer. Grabbing your phone and changing from hype music to lofi (sue me I like lofi) set the mood for watching the multicolor sky.

The grass was once again your friend as your hot skin felt heavenly against the cool surface. As you sat under the beautiful sky, you realized how insignificant your problems were.

‘Heartbreak happens all the time so why should I dwell on it? I didnt even tell him plus he would’ve rejected me anyway so why sulk? I was a coward and I’m learning from that. And that’s okay.’ You thought, feeling your heart slowly stitch back together.

Telekinesis wasn’t your only talent, healing others was one you had as well. You were no doctor or nurse but you healed the wounds that hurt the most, the ones on your heart. People all over the school came to you let out frustration or simply just talk about what was bothering them.

Todoroki was someone you saw often in your first year, frequently knocking on your door and ranting about his father in the privacy of your room. That’s how you became friends. Now it was time for him to return the favor, helping you heal.

The sky went from painted neons to dusty blue, forcing you to pack up and head back home. Strolling your way through the dimly lit clearing before ending up back on campus.

The large building greeted you as you swiped your ID and padded your way to your room, greeting people with a smile on your way there.

You unlocked your room and plopped down your bag, realizing how sweaty you actually were. So you decided to take a shower. Grabbing your necessities, you made your way to the shared showers and went to scrubbing.

(F/s) flooded the small space as you washed your hair, steam relaxing your muscles and clearing up your head as you washed the past off your body. All feelings of heartbreak flooding down the drain as healing took its place.

“Maybe I wasn’t as in love with him as I thought” you absentmindedly mumbled as you stepped under the shower head to rinse suds off your body.

After finishing up your shower routine, you stepped out of the stall to change and brush your hair. Swiping on some skincare, deodorant, and perfume you made your way back to your room smelling nice and clean.

Walking down the halls, the muffled sounds of laughing and playful banter from behind closed doors made you smile. Strolling your way to your room, you put all your goodies away and got to studying.

Pulling out all your materials and tying your hair out of your face, you went to work. Jutting down notes and flash cards for the next test that would eventually would happen.

A sharp knock broke your concentration, making you look towards the noise. ‘Maybe someone needs to talk?’ you wondered.

“Come in!” You called, seeing the door open and a head of red and white hair peek out from the space.

“Hey Todoroki! What’s up?” You smiled at him. Shoto’s poor heart was bruising his ribs from how cute you were with messy hair.

“Oh, uh not much, but I wanted to know if it’s okay to talk?” His smooth voice awkwardly spat out, trying his hardest to keep cool in front of you.

“Of course!” You grinned, closing your book and turning around in your chair, motioning him to sit on your bed.

A comfortable familiarity warmed his heart as he sat ever so politely on the soft surface. The small smile on his handsome face as he remembered the nights where you told him what he needed to hear.

Where your sweet voice told him he didn’t deserve the treatment his father gave him. That his feelings were valid. The dazzling smile when you told him that you were proud of him for making the first steps with his mother.

“So what’s got you bothered, Todoroki?” You spoke, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear and gazing at him patiently.

“Actually, when I walked out and saw you sobbing is bothering me a lot. So are you okay? How do you feel?” He shyly spoke, nervously biting the inside of cheek. A habit he picked up from Izuku.

(E/c) eyes widened and soft lips parted a bit in surprise at his statement. You were baffled by this, sadly. Why does no one ask the mom friend how she feels?

The look of shock turned into a soft smile, aimed and fired at Todoroki. It turned his heart into goo while he gave own soft smile in immediate response.

“I’ll be okay, Todo. I’m healing a lot faster than I expected. Maybe I wasn’t as in love with him as I thought.” You shrugged.

A white brow quirked up in silent curiosity. The ever so clueless look on his face and the slight head tilt made him look almost like a confused puppy. How you wish he had the cute ears.

A light giggle escaped you, internally squealing at the cute look on his handsome face. ‘Who knew such a handsome prince could turn into a puppy?’ You cooed.

“After crying it all out and watching the sunset today, I realized this happens all the time and how insignificant my problem is. So why dwell on it? I’m learning from this and I know everything will be okay.” You answered peacefully.

The gears turning in his head were almost visible as he processed your words. His face changed from curious to understanding as all but one locked into place.

“So are you still sad?” He questioned again, the ever so cute clueless look on his face back again.

A somber smile made its way on your face. ‘What a question. Am I still sad? Not as much as I thought I’d be but do I wanna tell him that? It’s not like I’m not ready for it.’ You pondered.

“Yeah, but I’ll be okay” you assured him.

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fifteenskies15 · 6 years ago

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The Sword and The Hairpin

(Tsugikuni Yoriichi x First Breathe of Flower user! Reader)

Summary: Yoriichi had left, and you are torn because you never told Yoriichi how you really feel about him, but he left you something...

Admin's note: This is like first Kimetsu no Yaiba FF/Scenario I ever made, I made this because I'm bored and this is going to make you confused since I'm a novice writer, and it might be OOC since I don't know much about Yorichii's personality

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"Thank you for visiting us again (name), i'm very sorry that you had to watch over our child" Sumiyoshi said as he serve you a riceball and tea as you drop by to see him, Suyako and their child, you smiled and shook your head as you cradle the sleeping baby in your arms "It's fine, Sumiyoshi, you know how I really fond of children, Is Suyako okay? Did she fell asleep again?"

Sumiyoshi smiled fondly at his wife who is sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face "She is, and don't worry about her, she did sleep all the time" you smiled as you looked at their sleeping son in your arms again, like mother like son, Suyako's son is a heavy sleeper just like his mother.

"but (name), i'm sure you came here not only for a mere visit" he said as he looked up at the spring sky, you looked at him, tilting your head, slightly perplexed "What do you mean, Sumiyoshi?" Sumiyoshi just smiled softly at you as you handed his son to him "You can't fool us, (name), I knew you're also here for Yoriichi-san"

You nearly spewed out your green tea as he said that "W-who me? No, I'm not! I... I'm not here because of him... You know?" you were lying, of course you pay a visit to Kamado family house just to see "that-handsome-man-with-hanafuda-earrings" too, Sumiyoshi knows you're lying as he just smiled softly and he stares at you as if he could see through your lies "You needn't lie to me about it, (Name)"

Once again, he looked up at the sky while slightly rocking his infant son "I knew all about it, (Name), Suyako and I notice at how comfortable you are with him, something tells me you had a thing for him" Sumiyoshi's smile then falter from his face "But I'm afraid Yorichii-san will never come back"

The faint blush on your face faded as Sumiyoshi mention that Yoriichi will never come back, you looked at him forlornly "But... Why?"

"Can't say I understand either" he said heaving a sigh "He really helped us for many times and had it not him I, then much less my child wouldn't be here" you just stayed silent as you take a bite of the riceball, trying to not wallowing in sadness since you won't see him again.

You remembered your conversation with him few days ago...

You were visiting your friend, Suyako and bring her a basket full of vegetables for her and Sumiyoshi, You noticed Sumiyoshi and Yoriichi is having another conversation about things you could not understand, "Ah, (name), do you mind waiting for a spell? I have to put my son to sleep, it's supposed to be his naptime now"

You smiled and nodded "I don't mind waiting" Suyako just smile and went to get her son, you looked back at Sumiyoshi who rushed to the kitchen "(Name), Can you keep Yoriichi-san a company? I need to pour him some tea"

"I, umm... I don't mind, I guess"

"Thank you, I promise I won't take a long time" he said as he headed to the kitchen, as he gone, you looked at Yoriichi, who is staring at the cherry blossoms that recently blooms and listening to the chirping birds and he twiddled with what seem looked like a wooden flute, there's a glimmer of sadness carved on his face as he turn his attention to the flute.

Tentatively, you approached him "You seem having a lot things in your mind, Yoriichi-san..." you feel a little bit uncomfortable as he didn't respond, not long later, he spoke up "Sometimes there are many things that haunt your mind that you couldn't help but think about it"

You hummed in respond and sit next to him "That's a beautiful flute you have there, Yoriichi-san..."

A small smile plastered on his handsome face as he looked at his flute "Aniue gave me this flute when we were just a pair seven year old" he looked at it for a long time before he spoke up "No matter where I go, everytime I looked at this flute, it reminded me so much about my brother it's as if he was with me as I carried this flute"

A soft smile plastered on Yoriichi's usual stoic face, you can't help but blush slightly at him "N-no wonder you really fond of that flute, Yoriichi-san..."

He just nodded in response, then gently placed it on his lip as he blow the simply carved wooden flute, it sound was... Off note, maybe because it was made by a child's hand.

But despite that, Yoriichi smiled.

You thought he really had a very beautiful smile "Whoever your brother is, he must be a great person..."

"It's because he is..." Yoriichi said not looking up from the wooden flute "I have always think this flute... As him"

You wondered, whatever happened to his brother? Did he gone missing or something perhaps? You just stay quiet since it's none of your business... "Were you ever wish to see him again and hope you could spend time with him peacefully, Yoriichi-san?"

Yoriichi stayed quiet for a while then looked at you "I do... I wish I could spend my life with him drinking tea together, train together, playing shogi and talk about so many things" he paused for a while "Do you perhaps have someone you dearly love?"

Of course you do, your little sister and brother, they were the only ones who are left after your parents died from demon's attack"Yes, of course I do..."

Yoriichi looked at you for a while and say "I hope you always protect them from anything that could harm them or corrupt them"

You were confused, why did he said that all of a sudden? "I will always protect them even if it cost my life, Yoriichi-san, I may only have inadequate knowledge of fighting since I'm just a novice swordwoman but that doesn't mean I can't stand tall for the lives of those who I care about"

You catch Yoriichi looking at you with a wry smile "You're far better than me... (name)"

It's the first you hear your name from Yoriichi's mouth

"What do you mean, Yoriichi-san?"

But he did not answer, instead his eyes met yours before he spoke up again "Fate is such a peculiar thing, you don't know what disaster and misfortune that might befallen upon you or what blessing you will get in your life, I want you to prepare your heart with what lies ahead, don't be like me... You and Sumiyoshi thought I'm somekind of special human...But I am not"

He looked at his flute again

"I couldn't achieve what needs to be achieved and I failed to protect a single thing that is precious to me, I am no man of worth..."

You looked at him, you internally begged him to not see himself like that

"That being said, (Name), till that day comes I want you to promise me to always stand guard and shield those who you love, physically and mentally, can you do it for me?"

"I promise"

"That's all I can ask of you, (Name)"

"Hey, Sumiyoshi?"

"Yes, (Name)?"

You take a deep breath and looked at him "Do you think... I could be a great samurai... Like Yoriichi-san?"

Sumiyoshi stayed silent for a while before he smiled "I'm sure you can, (Name), You're a remarkable swordswoman, If that's your dream then don't hesitate to fight for it and chase it"

You sipped your tea as you looked up at the clear sky, even in such a beautiful season like this, Yoriichi must have been fighting to eradicate the demons that plagued the land, putting an ease in heart of many anxious people...

He worked so hard while you just sit back and watch, the thought made you teared up a little "Are you alright, (Name)?" Sumiyoshi ask in concern, you wiped your tears away and nodded "I'm okay, just thinking about something sad" you said as you give him a sad smile "Anyways, thanks for the tea, I have to go back home now, I'll drop by again later" you say as you stood up "Ah, Wait, before you go, I have something for you!"

Sumiyoshi then lay his son on the futon and get something, once he's back, he had something wrapped in white cloth "Yoriichi-san asked me to give you this right before he go" you blinked as you accept the gift Yorichii got for you, "Ah, I see, well thanks very much, Sumiyoshi, I'll see you later"

As you reach your house, your siblings intrigued with your gift "Ooh, whatcha got there, nee-san?" your brother said as he looked at the gift "Is it a new kimono? I'm so jealous that you got a new one!" your sister say frowning as you just chuckled "No, it's not a new kimono (S/N), it's just something from a friend..." you said as you looked at it "Well don't keep the suspence! Open it nee-san!" your brother said "Hahaha, okay, okay, yeesh, so impatient" you carefully unwrapped your gift and to find...

A sword and A hairpin

The sword has a flower shaped shuba* wrapped in (F/C) samegawa* "Wow! What a cool sword!" your brother said as he admire it, you take a look at it and as you unsheathed your sword the blade turns pale pink, your siblings looked at it in awe "It changes color as you touched it, nee-san! What do you think this could mean?"

You have no idea what just happen either

"Ah, this hairpin is really pretty!" your sister said as she admired the hairpin of your (F/F) you noticed there's a letter on the cloth

"To (Last name) (name)"

"A letter...?" your siblings looked at you then share a look "Um, do you need some privacy, Nee-san?" your sister asked as you inspected the letter

"...Yes, please..."

As your siblings left, You carefully opened the letter and read it

Dear (Name)

If you read this letter, you know that means we won't see each other again, I can't just stay at Sumiyoshi's place for a long time, I still have to kill every demons that loitering around the land, forgive me for not able to be by your side when you need me the most, in exchange, I would like you to have this sword: The Nichirin blade, I asked the villagers of the Swordsmith Village to make you this, so that you're able to protect those who you care about.

You are a talented and skilled swordswoman, (Name), the blade will change the colour as you grab a hold to it

And the hairpin? Hm, you could say it's just a little of my token of appreciation for you, I really enjoyed your company and our conversation together, you put my heart and mind at ease, I hope you like it, Sumiyoshi told me that (F/F) is your favorite flower, so I bought the kanzashi in thought it will make your beauty even more prominent.

Remember to protect those who are the most precious to you, (Name).

I do hope one day we will see each other again, I will always think about you and I will always remember you, even if I have draw my last breath and that my body no longer exists.

May our paths cross, Dearest (Name)

Tsugikuni Yoriichi

You couldn't help but burst into tears, you held the hairpin close to yout chest as tears dripping down to the letter he wrote for you, "I really do hope our paths will cross, Yoriichi-san..." you looked at the sword as you see your own reflection on it, there are no more tears in your eyes, only determination

"I swear I will protect them and not letting them corrupted in any forms and I swear that I will find you too, Yoriichi-san..."

You were interrupted by a soft knock and the voice of your brother "Um, Nee-san, are you done? I think it's time for us to practice now"

"Oh! I'm sorry, (B/N). I'll be right over!" you put your sword back to its samegawa and look at it for a long time before you hold it close to you

"I love you, Yoriichi..."

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Hello everyone, Admin fifteen here! So this is like, my very first KnY related fanfiction, I'm terribly sorry for the nonsense, inaccuracies and everything! I'm just new in this fandom, but I can't help myself, I'm so sorry that you did not enjoy the story, I promise I will do harder and better *bows*

Ah, I, also I don't mind taking requests, please don't be shy to share me your ideas, thank you very much

Samegawa: Sheath

Shuba: Hilt

Admin's note #2: Back in edo period, men always give their potential wife a kanzashi as proposal item, Yoriichi and reader lived in sengoku era so it's not really a marriage proposal (yet)

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tsugikuni yoriichi #tsugikuni yoriichi x reader #kimetsu no yaiba scenario #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction

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jojomugi · 6 years ago

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hola. 😳 so, i’m a big h*etaro fan as you may know- could you possibly do a little scenario of the reader comforting him after the events of sdc? like my guy, there’s no way jotaro was just okay after all of that. nonono. i do not think for a minute he was. anyways, may i please get some (a bit angsty) soft comforting hours for jotaro? pls and thank you.

Ah yES!!!!

My apologies for the wait. I’ve never written Jotaro before, so this involved a lot of drafting. On the bright side, Jotaro is now another character I can write. I just hope it’s not too OOC. Honestly, we don’t get to see old Jotarhoe get into his feelings too often unless he’s pissed off. I hope you enjoy this though!! I put a lot of love into it just for you buddy 👀!!!

All aboard the angst train whoo whoo.

✨AU: N/A

✨Word Count: 2517

✨SFW?: Yes

✨Spoilers ahead for JJBA PART 3!!!! Read at your own risk!!

The pink petals of the cherry blossom tree outside your home fell like rain droplets from the sky. You were awaiting the arrival of a friend; A friend who on an emotional level was much more than that to you, but a friend nonetheless. Last time you had seen Jotaro Kujo was when you and the rest of the stand using crusaders all reached Egypt.

Quite frankly, the time you spent apart from each other would’ve been far shorter if it had not been for the incident leading up to your departure from the group. The long memory was still fresh in your mind like a new film on a camera roll. You wanted to stay and help, you consider him a friend and the rest of the group like a family to you. But that day when Kakyoin became visually impaired by N’doul’s stand Geb and upon Jotaro’s stern request, you went back home. But now all that crossed your mind was the outcome of those final days in Egypt. You knew Jotaro was obviously still alive, as today certainly wouldn’t have been planned out if he wasn’t. But what happened to everyone else? And was it true that the menacing DIO that by proxy haunted each step in that journey vanquished?

You shook these thoughts from your mind, as your questions would all be answered shortly. You gave yourself one final look down in the mirror and adjusted your pleated skirt with a slight smile.

‘Today is going to be a good day’ you silently reminded your reflection with a small nod. But before you had a chance to double-check your small shoulder bag, you were stopped in your tracks by a doorbell.

“In a second!” You called out as your fast feet hurried down the hall like a rabbit. Like ice, your socks did not do much good with the traction on the floor as you hastily slid around on the smoothly polished wood base of your home to grab a few final things and your shoes. Once you finally got everything together at the speed of light, your perfect display you worked on all morning was now a wreck. You h/c hair now not as smooth from when you first brushed it, and your crew socks now at different lengths. Luckily for you, Joataro was one you could genuinely count on to not judge you for your slightly clumsy physical appearance. As he was a Joestar. And one thing you learned from those days of traveling was that no matter what kind of person they are, all Joestars have a righteous heart of gold.

You suddenly swung the door wide open as a sheepish grin plastered on your face. “My apologies Jotaro, I lost track of time.”

“Oi, y/n, it’s fine. I was 5 minutes early anyway.” He bluntly responded with a dip of the bill of his hat. Jotaro had always been a reserved man until he was poked to the point of utter annoyance, but today, right now, something seemed off about him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something in your intuition told you that he deeply troubled by something, more so than how he was during the trip to Egypt. However, you kept to the sideline, as you understood that he was also the type of person to talk when he was ready to. There was no point in forcing him and ruining what was supposed to be a good day for you two. Like a switch, you let out a blink of your e/c eyes and formed a now nonchalant like demeanor. “Oh! Well, it’s alright really. I need to work on my time management skills anyways.”

Your words were quickly disregarded as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Yare yare. Are you ready?”

You let out a small nod as you stepped out to lock your door. You two finally departed to the sidewalk to make your way towards town. However, all the could be heard between you two were footsteps.

Crunchy. Melancholy. Footsteps.

Internally you just hoped that something interesting would come by the path you two took. Like maybe a cute dog, or an interesting butterfly. Anything to break the tense silence between you two. It was agonizingly awkward, even for Joatro’s standards of reservation.

But if fate wasn’t going to intervene, you had to come up with something on your own. You pondered hard on what to say, as you wouldn’t want to trigger any type of problems dwelling within his mind. You went with the safest route and asked a question you already had a vague idea of an answer to.

“How is your mother doing?”

The silence continued for a few moments more. You slid your hands into your cardigan pockets and waited patiently.

“She’s better now.”

The Kujo’s words were as blunt as an ancient knife. But even so, it deeply stung. Your hunch was correct there really was something wrong.

“I’m glad to hear. I was so worried about her. The day I flew back here I used what was left of my money to have a card and flowers sent to her.”

“I know.”

And yet another insult to injury. Still, even with your sensitive emotions, you did your best not to take it personally.

“She…really appreciated it. Thank you y/n.” He carefully added, as his step accidentally kicked a rock down the coated pink pathway. Your e/c eyes couldn’t help but soften at the sentiment. He was slowly but surely seeming close to his normal self. With the flip of your locks, you quickly turned your head up at him to press on.

“Well, I’m glad. And what about Mr.Joestar? How is he?”

A faint smile formed that hid behind the high collar of his coat. The only way you could tell he was even smiling was by the very slight movement of the male’s defined cheekbones.

“Psh…Still a pain in my ass like before.”

A small irresistible giggle emitted from you. Jotaro’s ocean-like eyes glanced down at you for a moment, before steadily looking forward again. His look was now refined and sober once more.

“Oi, y/n, I’m getting tired of walking. Let’s go sit at the bench up the way.” He suggested with a point from his bold finger in the general direction of the bench that you two would soon be approaching. You complied with a nod and once you both got there, you sat on separate ends.

From the eyes of another, no one would even guess you two were even going to the same destination, that it was a mere coincidence you two just so happened to be sitting on the same bench. That was far from the case, but Jotaro was mentally distant and you were hesitant to step into that void of mental distress. Still, you felt as his friend, and how close he was in your heart, it was your duty to help him through whatever he was going through, or at least support and encourage him. You took in a deep inhale, and shortly freed a long sigh from your lips.

“What about Kakyoin? I’ve been worried about him too. Is he still able to see? I figured he would’ve called by now, especially since we live in the same-“

Those first words amongst your rambling…

‘What about Kakyoin.’

A tsunami of flashbacks washed over his already flood thoughts and emotions. The weight of guilt at that moment would have destroyed mountains if it was able to. Since that night, he couldn’t help but wonder what he could’ve done differently for him for Kakyoin to still be with them. He made a best friend in someone who thought he couldn’t trust in the beginning. As much as Jotaro’s Joestar legacy deemed him a hero for defeating DIO, in Joatro’s eyes, Kakyoin was a real hero for the final message he left them in those endmost moments of his life on what DIO’s stand really was. Deep down he knew its what Kakyoin would’ve wanted, vengeance for all those that DIO damaged, including himself. He knew that the fight would end with loss—But he could not shake the feeling that he could’ve done something to change the fate of his best friend.

He quickly straightened up with a snap.

“Damn it. Can you just shut up already?” The male gritted, retaining all the frustration and overwhelming emotions he wanted to release. He’d never inflict harm onto you, but he definitely wanted to punch something. But just as quick as he fractured to you, he instantly regretted his knee jerk reaction to you. Obviously, you would’ve had no clue on what was taunting him. The Kujo was at least that rational with his mind. “Just….”

A longingly defeated groan fell from his mouth as he bent forward, bracing his sharp elbows against his knees. You were struck in the heart by his harsh response. He was always quick to be agitated but not in this way. But if the mention of Kakyoin was enough to drive him to that, you only feared the worse, for Joatro was never one to get overly tied up in small, fixable, problems. You slanted towards his direction while still respecting his personal bubble.

“Jotaro…are you alright?” You asked with a soft sort of caution.

There was a long pause yet again. The male slid his cap off for a moment before sitting back up and placing it back upon its place. You deserved to know what happened to your form friends as well, just as much as he had the right to grieve over this loss in his own ways. What to say wasn’t hard to formulate, but translating the pain into spoken words was what tormented him.

“Kayoin…Didn’t make it.” He alas answered, trying his best to keep the sharp lump that he formed down. To not fall apart.

For a moment you were dumbfounded. You certainly did believe him, but how? How could such a talented stand user like him fall? Your lip twitched as it begged you to allow itself to quiver. As much as you yourself wanted to break down from this news, you remained strong. This time it was your turn to be the strong one for him. Jotaro truly needed you, for you were the remaining person who wasn’t far across in another continent that he knew he could confide in. He undeniably trusted you with his whole heart, which was truly a rarity for anyone he kept around.

“I’m…so sorry…” you shakenly stammered, as you placed a soft hand on to one of his broad shoulders closest to you. He sharply continued, almost as if you remained silently idle in the same place you were before.

“Avdol and Iggy…they didn’t make it either. Old man shouldn’t even be here but he survived thanks to DIO’s stupidity.” He spoke in a begrudging manner. He hated that name. DIO. If it wasn’t for DIO, he wouldn’t have had to lose anyone, and no one would’ve been hurt, not even the people who blindly followed him in hopes of something in return. However…ironically enough, he wouldn’t have had the experiences he had that brought him and others together to form a bond that carried its way through even the afterlife.

You remained silent as you awaited for him to continue if he wanted to continue that is. Your light fingertips gently grazed themselves across him back, leaving a reminder of your openness and reassurance you had to offer for Jojo.

While getting a grip on his composure, Jotaro continued. He hated apologizing in general, but in this instance, it would’ve been upright rude for him not to. “Listen, Y/n, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Its fine, Jotaro. I don’t blame you once so ever.” You scooted closer towards him before proceeding on. “In fact, you seem to have a lot on your mind today.”

Jotaro let out a breath of air and leaned back in the wooden seat. That was the damn truth, he really did have a lot on his shoulders, even though everything was done and over with.

“I don’t want to admit it, but I’m dealing with a lot of emotions I don’t understand. Hell, it’s even more terrifying to confront them than it was to confront DIO. Even after defeating him, there is still a lega- no, a path he left behind that needs to be dealt with. He’s dead for good, but the consequences of his actions are still here leaving an impact on me and so many others.”

“Unfortunately I don’t know if Star Platinum could beat up your emotions…But at least you can beat the crap out of DIO!” You nervously joked, hoping to not border onto the boundary of joking inappropriately.

“Tch. True.”

One side of the Kujo’s lip halfheartedly curled at your honest yet funny commentary. He honestly needed to help combat with containing the deep-seated emotions that wanted to explode from within.

As quick as your joke spilled, you shook your head to keep your focus back onto him. It was time to pour your honest intentions to him. Even though he was no longer facing DIO, he was now facing what some might even say was more mysterious and challenging than some century-old vampire. And that was the human mind and its complex rewiring after a traumatic event. You’d never discount your own feelings, but you’d also never leave someone you love to suffer alone. You calmly shut your eyes after you found the courage within you to say what you needed to say. And then you spoke.

“I’m not a therapist by any means but…They were my friends too. It already hurts to have them gone, but it hurts, even more to see you struggling alone with pain far greater than yours.” Your trailing hand froze back onto his shoulder.

“Jotaro. Take what I’m about to say as you will but….” Your body froze as your sudden pause drew his handsome blue eyes and attention back onto you. Yeah, this was a lot easier to say with his strong intimidating appearance not looking you dead in the eye. With a small swallow, you finally said it. “I love you, and I will always be there for you. It would be a disservice to how much we grew together during those weeks to not be there. Whenever you’re ready, and whenever you need me. Just call me and I’ll be there.”

Jotaro’s eyes didn’t stray from yourself. He was clearly taking what you said into deep consideration. He took in a deep inhale and turned forward. You could feel a load of relief wash over you until suddenly, his large hand placed itself over your much more tinier one.

“Y/n.”

“Y-yes?”

“Thank you.”

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Marcus is a truely neutral person in the sense of moral allignment. He’s not out there breaking pool cues off in people’s stomach’s for jollies, nor is he a messiah handing out bread to the poor. He doesn’t set out to cause harm, but rarely intervenes to obstruct it. There’s something to be said about how right and comfortable he feels mass distributing life ruining drugs, there’s really no one else he can hide behind to segregate the knowledge that he is infact actively harming people with his career so instead he downplays it. Sure, he’s selling drugs, but he’s not forcing people to buy them. Sure, he peddles them in the same communities he saw struggling due to the high user rates, but if he doesn’t sell it someone else will. It all swings around to leave him feeling relatively secure in who he is ethically.

He also doesn’t ever want to be put back in the position he was as a child. Marcus doesn’t want to know another hungry day or to smell the stink of unwashed clothes. He certainly doesn’t want to look around and wonder why other people had born into so much, while he staggered through life with so little. His days of being a stray are at an end and he’d rather go out at the end of a barrel than fall back into poverty and the anguish that comes with it. Money doesn’t buy happiness for some, but it’s certainly lifted Marcus’s spirits. It allowed him to drop his guard a little, he no longer got anxious while eating around others, because he knew that he could afford as many helpings as he wanted. He no longer dreads friends and the invitations and obligations that come along with it, because he can afford it. Money gave him the peace of mind to find joy in other parts of his life and that money he owes expilicitly to the chance the Ross’s gave him.

He is unfathomably loyal to them. How could he not be? They were as fundemental to pulling him out of the trenches as his adoptive parents had been. He owed them this life, which is why he is not the man to try and derail. He would never rat, not to the feds or anyone else for that matter. While he has no personal dog in the fight that is Victor Ross’s death, he will support the hunt to find his killer and has the remaining Ross children’s backs no matter what.

C R E A T I V E

“Alright, now don’t be scared when it kicks back at you, okay?” His hand finally releasing Lucia’s, though he hovered for a moment longer still. “It’s going to wanna take your hands up a little, as long as you’re not about to crack your own nose, just let it. You ain’t gotta keep it perfectly still, okay? That’s movie shit.” She nodded firmly, still looking at the row of bottles ahead of them, every line on her body was sharp and tense and no amount of instruction was going to remove the anxiety of her first round. The little glass insurgents stayed nobly still as she took her trembling aim.

“And don’t close your eyes, neither,” He warned softly, finally retreating back several steps as he thumbed his earplug into place. A luxury she’d never have on the streets, but no sense of risking blowing her eardrum before she ever got a chance to learn what the hell she was holding. “You wanna see what you’re shooting at, okay?” She nodded tersely, swallowing the lump in her throat that continued trying to claw it’s way back up. If you stared long enough, you could imagine it’s insidious little fingers trying to haul itself into a comfortable wedge right where she needed to breathe.

The alley was dark and this was the sort of neighborhood where gunshots and fireworks were almost interchangeable, no one was going to peek their head out over this, especially if there was no screaming to go along with it. It stank of piss and garbage, but what alley in the world didn’t? It was the pitch-black shadows on the wall that set him on edge, as if someone might be crouching in the darkness, waiting to lurch out. An irrational thought carried over from childhood superstitions, but still, he kept a lookout from the corner of his eye every so often.

Lucia’s hands were jittering so badly he almost stepped forward again just to reposition them. Or if he was honest, take back the piece altogether, but he stayed staunch on his heels. She just needed the first squeeze, it was just that initial hurdle that always seemed so impossible to make. If it had been any other circumstance that had driven her to him and this place, maybe he could’ve laughed at the obscurity at one of the bubbliest, wide-eyed girls he’d ever known was about to unload a clip at his instruction. But it wasn’t funny, if anything it set his jaw into a deep frown of strained neutrality.

It was best not to think about what John had done, but now and then, Marcus felt it leeching in and all he could think was that he hoped it hurt until the very end. It’s what he deserved. She was a good person, she didn’t deserve to be saddled with all this baggage, but life didn’t care. It took from her the way it did every decent person he knew. When his adoptive father was put onto chemo treatments, Marcus had decided abruptly that there were no rules that exempted good people from a divine and awful punishment. The murderer and the family man could smoke the same cigarettes and it was a spin of a wheel that none of them could see that would determine which one of them died for it. Marcus knew there was a God out there, but he’d cracked the code that all of these bullshit rules were written by men with agendas that he wouldn’t answer to. When his time came around, his wheel would spin the same as everyone else.

She pulled the trigger and when nothing but a loud bang happened, he saw the fight leave her shoulders. The worst was over. She’d shot the gun and for all intents and purposes, nothing had changed. Even her little soldiers remained unmoved, waiting expectantly for the next stray that might finally put them out of their misery. She let out a noise, something between a sigh of relief and a nervous laugh, that had him stepping forward cautiously, wearing a smile of congratulations. “See, not so bad right?” She shook her head. “You wanna try again?”

They’d stayed there most of the night, occasionally, he’d drive her some blocks over and pick a new place before a cop eventually did show up over the ruckus. She looked happy in his passenger seat for the first time since she’d confessed what had happened. He didn’t really know why he said what he said next. If it was truly for her benefit, or he’d just wanted a piece of home to carry into his new life.

“I could talk to the boss, see if there’s some work for you around here. It’s good money and no one fucks with you.” The silence was a live wire between them and he’d been a second from saying ‘don’t worry about it, bad idea’ when she’d given him a small appreciative nod.

He’d gone from baggies to bricks to shipping containers, all in a decade. What would she make of herself with the Ross’s help? Maybe he should’ve been more afraid for her, but nothing menacing came to mind. He’d had some scary moments, sure, but this world had given him everything. It was only fair to share it with her, warts and all. The truth was; he had been made for this life. This was God’s plan. This was the start of his spin, where the wheel would stop, he didn’t know. Maybe if he’d been born a few blocks over, in some nice little suburban family where their golden retriever ate better than he had most nights, it would’ve been different. He could’ve been some sales representative in a miserable mortgage but life would’ve been peaceful. Marcus had never really known peace, why start chasing it now?

#accepted

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How do you think the show will address the Caitlin/Julien romance break up? DP said that Cait didn't like Julien as much as he liked her, so I think she could end up looking like she used him for his expertise. I just think she will look like a user, and I don't like that. Also, do you think she will be dating this new guy this year? I hope they give her a break in the romance department! Or somehow bring back Firestorm!

Well, I think DP is spot-on in saying that. I think Caitlin WAS using him without consciously realizing that’s what she was doing. What she was consciously doing was keeping her heart closed off. B/c not only had she had terrible experience in the romance department, but she also had these cold powers she was afraid would take over and she’d hurt someone she cared about. I think before she “died” in 3x18, she was starting to open herself up to the possibility of a future before then, but I think it was pretty obvious that Julian was falling hard from the moment she invited him to their Christmas party. While it may have seemed rushed, I do think I can buy him thinking he’s in love w/ her by the time 3x21 came around (or even 3x18).

As far as how they’ll address the “break-up” or just…distancing? I get the feeling, Julian will just have left Team Flash before the six months was up (like, early on), and Cisco brings Caitlin back to the team when the six months is ending. So it’s just a matter of them not being in the same place at the same time. I think, w/ months between interactions, Julian might just want to move past everything that happened by moving back to England and starting over again. By that point, Central City might just signify negativity for him and so he wants to get out. Plus, there’s also the fact that spoilers indicate that Caitlin won’t be the Killer Frost that sprung to life in the tail end of s3, she won’t be the same Caitlin we’ve come to know since the start of the series, b/c she’s embracing this other side of her. KF has a totally different personality, even while not killing or inflicting harm. W/ some people suggesting that KF is just the emotions and behaviors Caitlin has suppressed all these years, it makes sense that after what she’s experienced, she would embrace that side of her now and maybe even become the person she was always meant to be. As long as, you know, she doesn’t go turning on the team again. B/c that would be annoying to say the least.

While I think that’s what the show will end up doing (having Julian leave b/c of the trauma of everything that happened & losing Caitlin), I personally will be very annoyed by it. B/c Julian wasn’t JUST on Team Flash for Caitlin. Yes, she was a part of it, but he really found purpose being on this team and growing to care for everyone on it. He got to make an impact for the greater good in a way he hadn’t been able to as just a CSI. And they helped him conquer his demons. For him to just…abandon them after Caitlin and Barry leave just seems really selfish and OOC, imo. I rly hope they give him another reason besides all of it just being too much for him, but I can’t imagine what else it would be, so I likely will be disappointed. Le sigh.

As far as Caitlin having a new love interest? That’s been shut down by producers (thank GOD). I’d love if Ronnie could come back somehow, b/c it’s made clear he’s her one true love, just as Barry & Iris are for each other. But w/ Robbie a regular on another show and him not somehow being brought back to life for two full seasons, I’m doubting that will ever happen sadly. :/

#caitlin snow #anon asks #julian albert #killer frost #danielle panabaker #wow I had way more to say on this subject than I thought #lol

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peeps124 · 8 years ago

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Ciel X Insecure!Chubby Reader

~From my Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/user/The_Dream_Writer~

This is a MODERN AU! I'll have Sebastian in it but he will be Ciel's friend rather than his demon butler. Also, I'm pretty bad at keeping characters of how they normally act so Ciel might be OOC. Also if there are any names that are yours in this story, just change them! Sorry if it is!

I am personally chubby (or fat? I don't know but whatever floats your boat) and I deal thinking badly about myself almost every day. So I got this idea in my head.

Also, You're in high school - a freshman - and you're kind of a quiet person?? There will also be some sensitive topics in here so pleaseee be aware of that before reading this! kay now here we go!

I grumble to myself when I see Cherry, my best friend, run up to me. I take my earphone out of my right ear to listen to what she has to say. I have study skills first and have no homework to complete and so we are allowed to be on our phones. Cherry comes to visit me almost every morning in my study skills since she gets here after me. Cherry is somewhat of a troublemaker and easily gets herself detention every other week and if we have plans, I tend to wait for her. She puts her hand on my shoulder and bends down, huffing and puffing from breathing.

"(Y/N)! I got in trouble today again for cheating on my science test. I have to stay an hour after school today for detention for cheating so many times. Can you pleaaassseeee wait for me? I still want to hang out with you today!" I sigh and roll my eyes annoyed.

"Okay Cherry. I'll stay after for you again. You really need to stop cheating and start studying."

"You can't tell me to study if you don't study either!"

"Well at least stop cheating!"

"Okay! Okay! I'll try and cut back on cheating!"

I'm annoyed by her response but it's better than her not stopping cheating at all. I hum my response as the school bell rings. She yells my name with a goodbye and heads off to her first class. I go back onto my phone putting my earphone back in. I look up to see the late people walk into class. A boy with azure hair and icy blue eyes walks in with an older boy with black hair and red eyes.

The boy with the blue-ish black hair is known as Ciel Phantomhive. He's a freshman along with me and I have multiple classes with him. The boy with black hair is Sebastian. He is a junior and I only have study skills with him. The two of them are the best of friends. A lot of girls fawn over both of them but Ciel and Sebastian ignore them all. Honestly, I would say I fawn over Ciel as well, but I know he wouldn't even look my way. A lot of the girls in our school are skinny and have nice figures. I'm just a fat ass who has one or two friends. I've tried running, playing sports, and even eating healthier but nothing ever works.

When I see Ciel scan the room to find a seat to sit in, our eyes make contact. My gaze immediately goes down to look at my phone as I feel my (s/c) skin heat up with a soft blush. God, I blush way too easily around boys. More specifically, boys I find attractive. I hear the seats a few feet away from me squeak as if someone sat in them. I keep my head in place but my eyes slither over to my left to see that Ciel and Sebastian sat in them. I look back at my phone and start to realize I feel super self-conscious of myself. I sigh and feel my mood deplete. I wish I was skinny. I go to my music playlist and start playing (f/s). I put my head down and submerge myself in my self-hate.

Little did I know that Ciel would sneak glances at me every few minutes or so.

~Time Skip~

The day went by quickly. I didn't have to interact with many people so that is pretty good. I had to answer a few questions here and there but that wasn't too bad. I walk to a wooden bench outside of our school building. I take my phone out and unravel the earbuds from around it. An hour isn't too bad waiting for Cherry. Maybe I should get something to eat? Actually - no. I don't want to be even more fat, do I? Ugh, I hate this.

I go onto Snapchat and look through the stories of the people I follow. I see Ciel's Snapchat and watch his story. The video plays and it shows himself and Sebastian at lunch sitting with their friends. It looked like they were having a good time. I wish I had that.

In the distance, Ciel can see me on the bench. He says goodbye to Sebastian and walks over to me. He sits down next to me and I look up. My eyes widen in surprise and I pull my earbuds out.

"Uh - Hi Ciel. Can I help you with something?"

"Well no. I was just wanting to talk to you. Would you want to consider hanging out with me this weekend?"

My heart stops for a minute from surprise. I don't show it but I sure do feel curious as to why he would ask me of all people to hang out with him.

"If you would like to, I wouldn't mind. What day would you want to hang out?"

"Saturday if you want to. We can hang out at my place or your place and then go out for a bit."

"Sure, I can do Saturday. You can just meet me at my place. I can give you my address."

"Yes, that would be pleasant." He gives me a faint smile as I write down my address. I notice the envious glares from other girls and I slightly cower. It would be nice to hang out with Ciel but I also don't want to receive attention. I hand him the slip of paper with my address on it and he stands up. He gives me a goodbye and leaves to catch up with his friend Sebastian. I, on the other hand, start having dark thoughts about myself when Cherry comes out and we head off. Ciel looks back at Cherry and I then turns back to Sebastian.

~~Ciel's POV~~ *GASP*

"Why do you insist on hanging out with (Y/N) on Saturday. I have no idea what you find appealing about that fat girl. I doubt she'd be in anyway a good influence on you."

Ciel ignores what Sebastian says and wonders why he does want to see (Y/N) over the weekend. She seems like a nice girl and he as multiple classes with her. Ciel felt an aura around (Y/N) that was soothing and pleasant. He felt like he needed to get to know her more. Ciel noticed that (Y/N) would look down at her stomach and scrunch her nose in disgust but he didn't know if he was just imagining it or if what he saw was actually happening. He truly didn't believe that she would want to hang out with him on the weekend because of who he is friends with and how cold he is towards everyone. He just hopes everything on the weekend will go smoothly.

~~(Y/N)'s POV~~WEEKEND~~

I look at the clock to see that it says 12:10 PM. In just 50 minutes, Ciel will come knocking on my door. I decide not to dress too fancy but to wear what I normally wear - skinny jeans, a t-shirt, hoodie, and some converse. Before I put on the hoodie, I look at my mirror. I turn sideways and lift my shirt up to see my (s/c) stomach sticking out. I suck in my stomach to see how I would look skinny but my pudginess still sticks out. I pull my shirt down and put my hoodie on. I sit on my bed and put my hands underneath my chin. I hate this stupid body. I wish I was skinnier. Maybe if I skipped meals it would help. Maybe if I actually tried I could become skinny like everyone else at my school.

The knocks on the downstairs door brings me out of my thoughts. I get up and start to feel a tightness in my chest. My hands become clammy as I descend down the stairs. I get to the door and have a moment of hesitation. I sigh and put on a small smile as I open the door.

"Hi, Ciel! I'm glad you could make it." I open the door wider for him to step in. He steps inside and looks around my entry way. He was wearing black jeans, a button-down shirt and a pair of "fancy" sneakers. I see him glance towards a family picture, I too look at the picture and see how I'm fatter than anyone in my family. I shake away the shameful thoughts and close the door behind me.

"What would you like to do Ciel?"

"Do you have a chess board? We could play chess."

"I do believe I have a chess board. I haven't played it for ages so you would have to remind me the basics again." I smile at him and head towards the family room and get down on two knees. I rummage through the cabinets until I find the chess board. I pull it out and ask him if he would like to go to my room. He obliges and follows me to my room. I set the board up on my bed and tell him he can sit down. I sit down as well and we set up the board.

We were halfway through the game now. Ciel was scanning the board to make his next move. I sit bored and look over at myself in the mirror. I scan my body, noticing that my face is fuller and that my hands were chubbier than Ciel's. I didn't realize I was staring into the mirror for so long until Ciel had said that it was my turn. I blindly make my next move, not realizing that Ciel had seen me looking in the mirror. On Ciel's next move he calls out,

"Checkmate." I look up at him and then at the board to realize that it was indeed, checkmate. I sigh and say good game and we start to put the chess board up.

"What would you like to do next, Ciel?"

"We could go out now if you would like to."

"Sure, what about the park?" He nods in agreement and stands up. He walks to my door and then waits for me to catch up to him. When I come up behind him, he goes down the stairs and I follow. We leave out the front door and I close and lock the door behind me.

After about a 10 minute walk, we reach the park and decide to walk around. It was a peaceful walk and I decided to bring up something that I wanted to ask Ciel since he asked to hang out.

"Hey, Ciel?"

"Yes (Y/N)?"

"Ho- how come you wanted to hang out with me?" Ciel looks over at me and analyzes me from head to toe. I feel myself become more self-conscious and was glad that I was wearing a hoodie.

"I wanted to hang out with you because I was curious about you. You seemed like a nice girl and I have no particular reason besides that." I nod my head in contentment and look up ahead of us to see Ciel's friend, Sebastian with a couple of his friends. Sebastian notices us and gets his friends to walk over to us. I tense up and get nervous.

"Um, Ci-"

"Hey Ciel, what are you doing here with this... this thing?" I look down at the ground and focus on my breathing, I hated when things like this happened.

"Sebastian, I did tell you that I was hanging out with (Y/N). So I don't see why you have a problem with it."

"My problem is that the thing is going to ruin your reputation. She's the ugly duckling at the school. No one likes her, not even her friends, she's just too fat. She probably sits at home after school chowing down on food not knowing when to stop." My eyes swell with tears and I make myself not make any noise. I can just feel Sebastian's gaze on me along with his posse. Ciel gets agitated.

"If I want to hang around her that is my problem, not yours. She's not fat and I know for a fact that she doesn't sit at home chowing down on food. It's people like you that make her insecure and feel worse about herself. You were always like a friend to me and I ignored your biased opinions on people, but now I can't stand being around you. I like (Y/N). She has a sweet personality and I don't see anything wrong with her. Why don't you just fuck off Mr. Know it all."

Sebastian rolls his eyes as he walks off with his posse. Ciel looks over at me and hugs me.

"(Y/N)... I'm sorry that you have to deal with people like that in the world. I want to protect you from all of those harmful words that they spew." I tear up even more when Ciel says that. I rip his arms off of me and say,

"Ciel... Not once in your goddamned life have you ever had to go through with what I have had to. People love you. Every single girl at school adores you because of your coldness. I don't think you understand at all what I have to go through. I loathe myself every day. I- I can never be skinny. I've tried everything that I possibly could - exercising, eating healthy, and even playing sports. None of it worked for me. I'm just a worthless person that no one should worry about. So please, just don't say you're sorry." I squat down on the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. I start to cry and I try holding back my sobs. Ciel squats in front of me and hugs me.

"(Y/N) please believe me... I know I haven't gone through what you have but I want to make it better. Even just a little. I want to show you the good in you. How beautiful you are. So please, let's go back to my house and we can relax and not have to worry about anything else in the world."

I look up at him with puffy eyes and nod, signaling a yes. He stands up, grabs my hand, and pulls me up as well. He doesn't let go of my hand as we start to walk.

When we get to his house, I have completely stopped crying and my tears have dried. I still have the horrible words that Sebastian had said to me in my head. Ciel gets his key out and opens the door. He tugs me inside and up into his room. He sits on his bed and wraps his arms around me, pulling me down with him. He pulls me closer to him and squeezes me. I tense but as soon as he tells me to relax, I do so. I close my eyes and turn around and face him. I bring my hands up to my chest and snuggle closer to him.

A while later, Ciel sits up and I open my eyes to see what he is doing. He brings his hands to the fabric at the bottom of my shirt and hoodie and slowly pulls it up. Immediately, I grab his hand and pull both articles of clothing down.

"Ciel, please do-"

"(Y/N). Trust me. I'm not going to belittle you." I slowly take my hands off of his and let him repeat what he was doing before. He lifts my hoodie and shirt up to just under my bra and gazes at my stomach. I look away from him and the pudge of my stomach until I feel a soft brush across my stomach. I look down to see Ciel kissing my stomach again. A blush flares up, dancing across my cheeks.

"Ci- Ciel... What are you doing?" I squeak out. This makes me so uncomfortable but at the same time, it doesn't feel bad.

"I don't see why you hate yourself... I find every inch of you beautiful. I don't care how chubby you are. I find you perfect..." He looks into my eyes as he says this and I feel the blush intensify.

"I - erm - don't have words to answer... answer back to what you said." I close my eyes and pull my hoodie and shirt back down. I feel the bed shift as Ciel gently snakes his arms around me, startling me.

"I don't care how long it takes me to show you how beautiful you are. I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend. We can take it as slow as you want." I open my (e/c) orbs to gaze into Ciel's icy blue eyes.

"Thank you... I'd very much like to be your girlfriend. You are the only person who has ever been so nice to me... Thank you so much." I wrap my arms around him as well and squeeze him. My eyes are pooling with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Ciel... Thank you so much."

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