#i don't even know when the shift happened

[bandgie]

Behave

prof!heesung x dean!Jake x fem!reader

3.1k words

warnings! mdni18+, DUBCON, 3some, throat fucking, piv, no protection, creampie, manipulation, cum eating (f!), fingering, reader is called 'slut' multiple times, abuse of power themes notes: please don't read if you're not comfortable OR before you read this! I also finally figured out how to do the three picture thingies yay!

All you did was talk back

There wasn’t any shouting, no cursing, no physical violence. Your professor was being a dick, as per usual, and you found it best to let him know how you didn’t appreciate his behavior. Truly, you didn’t think you said anything bad. Nothing that warranted an intense meeting between your professor and the university dean.

Professor Lee Heesung stood with his arms crossed, glasses resting low on his nose as he regarded you with disdain. It took everything in you to keep your eyes from rolling as the dean sat on his desk, disciplining your behavior. 

“I think an apology is much needed to your professor, missy.”

Missy. You swear you see red when you hear those words. Mr. Sim Jae-yun doesn’t even acknowledge how demeaning that is to say. Not when he’s too busy looking at the exposed part of your thighs that bugle from you sitting. He’s beginning to think he should talk to the president to implement a rule that skirts must go past your knees. It doesn’t matter if being in a university doesn’t require a uniform, he’ll make it happen. 

You scoff, crossing your arms in the same manner as Professor Lee. “With all due respect, Mr. Sim, I think not. Everyone in that class hates him. He’s such an ass.”

“Oh, I’m the ass?” Heesung unfolds his arms to point at you accusingly. “You’re the one wearing shorts that only show ass. I don’t need to take any type of ridicule from a slut-in-training.”

Any comeback you had quickly dies in your throat. It’s not as though you’ve never been called names before, but from a professor, that’s a first. You clear your throat and blink, still in slight disbelief. “See?” You look at Jake with desperation. “He’s being a dick right in front of you!”

But the dean doesn’t agree. All he does is sigh, “To be fair, it is really short.”

You groan. “As if any of that matters! I’m not gonna apologize to this asshole. And you can’t make me.” Ignoring their gawks, you huff and turn your head the other way. Maybe it would be better to swallow your pride and give them what they want. It would get them off your back and, hopefully, get everything back to normal. Yet, you catch yourself replaying how Heesung easily called you a whore and how the dean did little to nothing about it. Worst of all, how the tiniest part of you almost liked knowing that they were looking at you in a way that university staff should not.

The men exchange glances - looks you miss that involve smirks and nods. 

“Go ahead and stand up.” It’s Jake who directs you. Rather than turning your whole head, you only peek from the side of your eyes. “Or what?”

“Or you’ll be expelled,” he says factly. Now you fully turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape. You’re already stuttering about how he can’t do that, but he shuts you up with, “If you don’t want to give an apology, the least you can do is stand.”

So you do, hesitantly, but you do. Their gaze drops to your legs and you begin to tug your skirt just a few inches lower. It doesn’t matter how hot these men are, they still pissed you off. You couldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing your plush skin. Not unless they deserved it, of course. 

Heesung crosses one arm over his chest while his other hand is at his chin, putting him in a thinking pose. He regards you much differently now. There's not as much disgust than there is interest. He takes a few steps around you, getting a good look at every angle.

You shift from one leg to the other, uncomfortable with his blatant stalking. “I don’t understand how this is going to help.”

Jake stands from his place at the desk and walks closer to you. Granted, he’s not the tallest man, but you find yourself shrinking from his aura. A presence that demands attention, respect. His ringed fingers grab a hold of your chin so you look him in the eyes. “You don’t know how to listen, but I think we can fix that. All you need is some discipline. If you wanna stay enrolled, I suggest you behave for us starting now.”

You’re too stunned to say anything. No words can form even when Heesung places his hand on your lower back. He applies pressure until you arch, the skirt inevitably exposing your panties for him to see. 

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he tuts. “I don’t understand how you expect me to act professional with you when you dress like this.” Heesung uses his other hand to reach down, cupping your clothed mound with no warning. 

The warmth of his hand makes you gasp and Jake takes the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth. It’s not supposed to work on you, but it manages to turn your whimpers into mewls instead as you softly suck on it. The pad of his finger presses onto your tongue and you dutifully open your throat so he can shove it deeper. 

Jake can’t help but smile, one side of his lips slightly turned more upwards than the other when he looks at you. All it takes is Heesung to apply more pressure to your cunt to make you suck harder. He can feel his cock hardening in his slacks, the blood leaving his head to rush to his groin instead.

Perhaps he’ll be able to blame his terrible decisions on that fact.

You whine when Heesung pulls away from you, placing his hands on either side of your hips to guide you closer to the dean’s desk. It’s all too quick when you find yourself bent over the wooden table, legs kicked open so your thighs are apart, and your hands bound by Jake’s grip. 

“It truly is a shame we have to do it like this,” he sighs, though it hardly sounds regretful in the slightest. “But we just can’t trust you’ll be good for us, not yet anyway.”

Being restrained makes you twist and turn, trying to escape from the men who have you pinned down. Your stomach squeezes with fear, but you’re starting to think a different, more intense emotion, slithers its way to your core. “W-wait,” you turn your head in an attempt to look at them. “You can’t do this. I’ll get you fired. I’ll tell.”

“Oh no!” Heesung mocks fear in his voice. “Did you hear that, Jake? She’s gotta tattletale on us!” He laughs wholeheartedly, making sure to keep your thighs pried open no matter how much you try and push them together. “Even if you do, who do you think they’ll believe?”

His finger trails up your slit, prodding your entrance before sliding back down to your clothed clit. You jolt so violently that you lurch forward and whine. Heesung and Jake chuckle at your reactions, lifting your skirt over your ass so it’s only your panties in the way. 

“Good, slut,” Heesung coos. “No talking back this time. See? You can behave.”

The only reason you’re not saying anything is because you’re scared that you’ll moan. There’s no way in hell you’d let them know that you’re feeling even the smallest amount of pleasure. No matter how wet your underwear grows, no matter how hard you bite your lower lip, your pride is too strong to succumb to their touch. 

But you want to, so bad you do. Maybe they can already tell that you’re becoming more and more pliant for them since Jake only has to use one hand to bind your wrists. Both of the men have their fingers at your pussy: swirling, pinching, and rubbing your cunt until you instinctively grind back on them.

Jake does the honors of hooking a finger to the side of your underwear, finally revealing the source of arousal. You squeal, wiggling to cover yourself but to no avail. It’s near impossible to hide your soaked pussy, lips fat and wet from how disgustingly good they were making you feel.

“Damn,” Heesung breathes. “Must’ve been hard to pretend to hate it, huh?”

You snarl at him, teeth clenched and eyes ignited. “I hate you.”

Heesung smiles, “Seems like your pussy here doesn’t.” He pushes the tip of his finger on your nub, flicking it back and forth. Heesung laughs when your breath gets caught in your throat and all you can do is let out a high-pitched moan from his touch. “Fuck, it’s so wet.”

Jake focuses his digits near your entrance, dipping just the tips of his fingers in to watch your hole clench in anticipation. “More than wet, it’s sobbing to be filled.” He groans when your cunt tries to swallow his fingers. “I don’t even think you need to finger her. You can just put it straight in.”

Wait. That’s not what you want to happen. Your fight or flight should kick in, you should try to scream or kick, but you don’t. Getting away is the last thing your body wants to do. All its attention is on finishing as fast and as pleasurable as possible. So what if they’re older than you? Have authority over you? They can make you feel good, even if it’s at the cost of your dignity. 

It’s as if Heesung can hear your inner turmoil, and of course, he has to add fuel to the fire. “You heard that, slut? Sounds like you really do like me. Go ahead and tell me how much you want it and I’ll fuck you real nice.” 

Jake, despite being the one to say that fingering you would hardly make a difference, begins to push his digits deeper inside. Two of them slowly, but agonizingly open you up. As much as you hate that they're the ones doing it, your cunt is grateful for having something to finally clench down on. Still, your will is stronger than your desire. “F-fuck no.”

But deep down you know and they know. It’s how your curses turn into mewls. How you’ve begun to rock your hips back and forth to match the pace of Jake’s thrusting fingers. The men can see the pretty, white cream coating his digits. The sight makes Heesung groan, “Can’t you behave? Just look at it. You’re begging for this, slut.” Without being told to, Jake slips his finger from your hole. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, mouth agape as you silently whine. You’re too busy mourning the lack of fingers before you feel them prod your lips. 

Jake reaches around and easily slips his fingers in your mouth. It’s an immediate reaction when your tongue swirls around them, tasting your arousal and gulping it down. 

“Fuck. I hope you suck cock like that.” Jake grunts when he presses the pad of his fingers on your tongue. You bite on them, but it comes off more playful than painful. The taste of yourself is overwhelming and you can’t even notice how they’ve begun to position themselves with one in front of your face with the other staying behind.

A different, slightly smaller pair of hands pin you this time. You finally recognize Jake as being the one in front of you while Heesung rubs against the curve of your ass. He’s bare, you figure, from the waist down with his cock guiding up and down. You whimper and you’re comforted by Jake pushing the hair from your face to reveal your pretty, stained lips.

“You have sucked someone off before, right?” Jake tilts his head and lets his thumb run across your bottom lip. You don’t answer, both too stunned by the inevitable outcome and how Heesung has angled his cock slightly lower so it catches your clit instead. It’s the man behind that answers for you, “Course she has. You seen the mouth on this slut? All that talking she does is just ‘cuz there’s nothing to shut her up.”

When you feel a flush in your face, you know it’s from anger. “Oh, fuck you. The only way you’re able to get laid is by - hngh!” Heesung isn’t slow when he puts it in. His rough entrance cuts you off mid-sentence. You only feel his tip widening you for a second before the rest of his length slides into you. 

Now you understand why Jake stretched you open despite everything. He must know how Heesung is, he must know because of how often they do this. It all begins to fall into place now that you’re bent over, skirt flipped up with a cock in your cunt and one soon to be in your mouth. Your behavior did not warrant a meeting with the dean, let alone one-on-one. This must have been their plan. To abuse their power on a whore of a student like you so that if word ever did get out, it would be easier to write it up as a girl who simply didn’t like her professor. 

Not the most perfect plan, but you hardly care to focus on the cracks when you're being jolted forward and rocked against the desk. Jake takes the opportunity to shove himself inside your moaning mouth. Your tongue goes on the underside of his cock, throat expanding so he can fuck himself deeper while Heesung does the same inside your cunt. 

It’s so that it can be bearable, you tell yourself. Not because you like the feeling of them filing you. 

“Shit, see?” Heesung moans and squeezes your wrists. “She just needs something to shut. her. up.” Each word is enunciated with a thrust. Heesung makes sure the sound of your bodies echo in the office. You squeal around gag around Jake's cock, neck straining from keeping your head lifted. 

Jake grips the hair from the top of your head to start fucking you at a rhythm. His hips rock upwards so his tip touches the back part of the roof of your mouth. “Her throats’ squeezing me like a pussy. Fuck! You caught a good one, Hee.”

Heesung laughs, but it sounds dark. Drool seeps from the corner of your lips from the stimulation. The edge of the table only slightly rubs on your clit when Heesung rocks into you. Just barely touching your nub to make you clench and gush around his cock. You try to get on your tippy toes so you can feel him deeper inside, but Heesung is set on having you nearly flushed against the desk save for Jake’s grip forcing your chest upwards.

“I’d hardly say she’s good,” Heesung argues. “She was giving us such a hard time. Making us play with her pussy just to make sure she was wet enough. Isn’t that right, slut?” 

You muffle against Jake’s dick. Neither of them make a move to properly understand what you said, both caught in the pleasure you’re giving them. Still, Heesung continues. “Ah, now I get it. You were just playing hard to get. Calling me names and acting like you’re above this when all you wanted was to be bent like this.” He’s pumping into you harder, messier. You don't even have the coordination to suck properly on Jake’s cock anymore. Not that he minds, it seems. He uses your mouth like a fleshlight, careful not to hit so deep that your gag reflex forces him out. 

You can wiggle your hands though. A final act of retaliation to let Heesung know that he’s wrong. He sees it, to your surprise, and he laughs at your futile ministrations. “I kind of like it when you keep fighting back. It’ll make everything so much more fun when you cum on the dick you hate.”

You don't want to cum, you don’t even want to think about it. Yet, the taste of your orgasm travels in your stomach. You swear you can feel the head of Heesung’s cock touching it, the tip of Jake’s prodding it from your throat. All you need is that final push, a last magical touch to make you tip over. Strangely, you wish for the feeling of being on the edge to never stop. So this moment of twisted humiliation and pleasure lasts for a lifetime. 

That doesn’t happen though. Not when Heesung untangles one of his hands to play with the flesh of your pussy. His nimble fingers blindly travel up until they find your clit. It only takes a couple of rubs, a few harsh pinches that make you whine on Jake's dick before you flood his cock. The consistent moans vibrate the cock in your mouth and Jake doesn’t last any longer when he feels them. 

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming. I'm cumming. I’m cumming.” Both of his hands grab ahold of your face as he buries his cock deep. You sputter and gag around him, being force-fed his load that shoots down your throat. It doesn’t help that Heesung keeps fucking into you to reach his high. It makes Jake’s cock bury itself deeper inch by inch. Your eyes water, saliva and cum drip down your chin onto the desk, but Jake is content with milking himself dry in your mouth and then some. 

Finally, Heesung groans. He adjusts his stance so he can fuck harder into you. His fingers rub painfully fast on your clit and you're crying for him to slow down. The overstimulation nearly makes you want to claw your own skin before he finishes. Hot streaks of cum enter your pussy, the entrance of your womb. You pulse around him, and he pulses inside of you. 

Your hips wiggle to get his fingers off your clit, and they listen to adjust on your ass instead. Jake slowly slips his softening cock from your lips, moaning when your head thuds on the table and you gasp for air. He shoves his cock back into his slacks, wiping the sweat from his forehead when he’s done.

Then Heesung slips out of you, pulling one of your cheeks apart to watch his and your cream leak from your gaping pussy. Your hole pushes out the cum and he shoves it back in with his finger. “Mmm,” he hums. “It looks so good like this.”

When Heesung releases you from his grip you don’t dash for the door. You don’t turn around and slap him; the thought doesn't even cross your mind. Your legs turn into jelly, falling on the floor disgracefully. You can’t even imagine how you look, cum dripping down your thighs and chin as you catch your breath. Still, Heesung smiles down at you, though you know it’s far from endearing.

“See, slut? It’s not that hard to listen, now is it.”

[xxknockoutxx]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.

◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)

Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.

At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."

The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"

The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.

"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.

"Break?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.

" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.

The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.

"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.

When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.

"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.

It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"

His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.

"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.

"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.

"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"

"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"

"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.

"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.

Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.

He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.

"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.

"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.

"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.

"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.

"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.

"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."

"thanks, Kuna..."

"...you're welcome Y/N"

✩*⢄⢁✧ ----.・。.・゜✭.・✫・゜.・。.・・.----✧⡠*☆

An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ good for me I guess lol.

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: cussing, mentions of jealousy, betrayal

AUTHORS NOTE: thanks for your patience babies!! hope you enjoy.

The night air feels cool and crisp as you and Sunghoon stroll down the quiet street, the stars twinkling above you. The only sound is the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze and your footsteps echoing on the pavement.

"Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"

He looks at you, sensing the seriousness in your tone. "Of course, anything."

You take a deep breath. "It's about Ningning. I need to understand... why her? After everything that happened between us, why did you turn to her?"

Sunghoon's expression shifts, a mix of guilt and regret. He runs a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. "I know it’s fucked up. I really do. But after that night we spent together, I was so confused. My feelings were all over the place, and I didn't know how to deal with them."

You listen quietly, your heart aching at his words.

He continues, "Ningning... she was a distraction. I thought being with her would help me forget about you, about how much I wanted to be with you. It was stupid and selfish. I was trying to escape my own feelings, and in the process, I ended up complicating things even more."

You nod slowly, processing his confession. "So, you never had real feelings for her?"

Sunghoon shakes his head. "No. It was never about her. It was always about you. Being with Ningning was just a way to avoid facing the truth of how I felt about you. But it didn’t work. It only made things worse."

"I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything. I never wanted to hurt you or anyone else."

"If I'm being honest, the only reason I called Jaemin was to make you jealous," you confess, your voice trembling slightly.

His eyes widen in shock, "You did what?"

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I know it was childish, but I couldn't help it. I needed you to feel the same way I did when I saw you with her."

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration and confusion battling in his expression. "Why didn't you just talk to me? Why go through all this?"

You look down, unable to meet his gaze. "Because I was scared. Scared that you didn't feel the same way. Scared that I had lost our friendship.

He steps closer, his voice softening. "You never lost me. I was always here, waiting for you to realize that."

You finally look up, tears brimming in your eyes. "I didn't know... I thought it didn’t mean anything to you."

He reaches out, gently cupping your face in his hands. "you have no idea how hard I tried to get that night out of my head”

Your breath catches in your throat as his words sink in. "Really?"

"Really," he whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss on your forehead. "Next time, just talk to me, okay? No more games."

You nod, a small smile breaking throughx

"Sunghoon," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "this... this thing between us. It's complicated, isn't it?"

Sunghoon sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I really like you. But Heeseung... he’s always been protective of you. I don't think he'd understand."

You nod, your heart aching at the thought. "I know. Heeseung means well, but I don't want to hurt him. And I don't want to lose what we have either."

Sunghoon stops walking and turns to face you, his eyes intense. "What if we kept it between us for now? Just until we’re both ready to tell Heeseung. We could figure things out together, without any pressure."

You look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt. But all you see is sincerity. "You really think that could work?"

He takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I do. We’ll take it one step at a time, and when the moment is right, we’ll tell Heeseung. But for now, it’s just you and me."

A small smile tugs at your lips. "Okay. Let's do it. Just you and me."

Sunghoon leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Just you and me," he echoes, your secret bond solidifying in the quiet night.

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[midnightsun-if]

How would ROs react to a Mc who is off in their own little world just playing with the ROs' hand before slotting both their hands together and holding it, just looking happy with themselves and not noticing the ROs watching them?

Koda: "I like this."

The soft statement, pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to meet gentle whiskey brown as Koda offers you a broad grin, his large hand encapsulating your own. You hadn't even noticed that he had turned to you and, from the looks of the darkened screen, had shut off his movie in order to give you his attention.

"Like what?" Your mind finally catches up on the sudden conversation, tightening your grip on his hand. "Me zoning out during one of your favorite movies?"

His grin widens further. "No," he replies, the rumbling sound of his laugh reminded you of the bear that lurked within him. "I like that you feel comfortable enough around me to do so. It makes me feel good knowing that I can bring you that much peace."

Surging forward, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way he takes the opportunity to turn into a hug. "Even if I should be paying attention?" You lay your head against his broad shoulder. "Turn the move back on, Koda. I know how much you enjoy this movie and I promised I'd give it a chance."

"I'd rather watch you any day."

Scarlett: You're startled from your thoughts when a delicate kiss is pressed to the inside of your wrist, you hadn't realized that you had zoned out that much, wherein you hadn't even been able to notice that Scarlett had shifted closer. Though that was the crux of the matter, wasn't it? Scarlett made you feel more serene than you had ever felt before, a steady rock in the whirling storm, welcoming arms after years at sea, the feeling of home all wrapped up in one person-- all of this ensured that you ended up drifting off to the whims of your mind, surrounded by the presence of the woman you love.

"Penny for your thoughts, my heart?"

The raspy chuckle intertwined with the question, coupled with the sparkling glint within viridescent eyes, causes your face to heat up in slight embarrassment. "Wasn't really thinking," you admit, rubbing the back of your neck ruefully. "Was just off in my own little world, I suppose." You angle your head to get a better look at her, well aware that she hadn't let go of your hand, choosing to rub her thumb across your knuckles soothingly instead, and it causes a warm feeling to settle within your chest. "What were you doing?"

"Staring at mine."

Cyrus/Cyra: It's not one singular thing that pulled you from your thoughts, nor was it anything super apparent, but something had been tugging at your mind in order to get you back into the present, to become aware of your surroundings once more. It's only when you turn your head and meet gentle golden eyes that the reason became apparent, the loving smile curling their lips filled you with warmth and a familiar tug of affection at your heartstrings.

"Were you just going to continue staring at me as I played with your fingers?" You ask, a teasing note in your tone. "Or would you have stopped me at some point?"

They tilt their head, pale blonde hair shimmering in the light. "Why would I do that, my flame? You're quite the bewitching sight to behold. I don't see why I would deprive myself from something so beautiful?"

You roll your eyes, fondness settling within your body like a soothing balm to your soul. "One of these days you're going to get bored of staring at me, Cy."

"I don't think that could ever happen; I was made to look at you like the Sun was meant to look upon the Moon."

Quinn: "Having fun there?"

You shouldn't be as startled as you were, if you're being honest, as Quinn's presence hadn't exactly slipped your mind, but your body still gave a light jolt regardless. Something that elicits a gentle chuckle from the wolf at your side, sapphire blue eyes watching you with utmost affection. It's only now, as their familiar warmth spreads up your arm, that you realize you had intertwined their hand with your own.

"Sorry," you apologize, angling your head to look at them better on the couch. "Didn't realize I zoned out that much."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Quinn soothes. "Do I look like someone that needs one? I'm quite content where I am."

"Are you sure?" It's something you can't help but ask, to make sure that Quinn didn't mind simply sitting back and relaxing on the couch -- not when you knew that they had planned to go for a hike through the forest. "I don't want to keep you from where you wish to be."

"The only way you'd be able to do that is if you left my side."

Caden: "I-I should p-put on some gloves."

It's a statement so out of left field that you're instantly aware of your surroundings, and the panicking phantom that was looking down at your intertwined hands with growing concern.

"W--" You clear your throat. "What? Why would you need to put on gloves?"

Pale silver eyes look almost doe-like in their worry. "I don't wish for you to get cold. I know it can't be the most comfortable thing to be touching me for this long." Caden dips their head, dark curls falling across their forehead haphazardly. "I should put on some gloves."

You flex your fingers around theirs, fully aware at the cool feeling against your own skin, but it wasn't overall unpleasant, especially not when you could feel Caden skin-to-skin. "I don't mind it, Caden," you soothe, a gentle smile on your lips. "But if you'd like to let me go then I won't hold it against you."

"That's the last thing I could ever want."

Sloane: Their hand tightens around your own, pulling you from your thoughts, as you suddenly find yourself tugged into their side, the smell of smoke and something inherently them surrounding you, as they settle back into their own spot; either completely oblivious, or ignoring, your confused stare. However, as you knew they would, Sloane soon broke as they had never enjoyed being stared at.

"Why are you starin' at me?" They huff, finally leveling you with a look. "Do I have something on my face?"

A smile upturns your lips. "No. I'm just curious why you decided to cuddle." You smooth a hand over their abdomen, crinkling the fabric of their old band-tee slightly, as their own arm tightens around your shoulders. "Since we're in the living room, out in the open, don't you have a rep to protect?"

It's an old joke, one borne from finally getting them to watch Grease 2 with you, but Sloane simply peers down at you with an undecipherable expression, before they lean forward to press a light kiss to the tip of your nose.

"The only thing that I have to protect is in my arms right now."

Blake: You almost jump out of your skin when Blake settles firmly into your side, their arm wrapped snugly around your waist, head firmly planted on your shoulder. "You're too cute, angel." They poke your cheek, violet eyes peering up at you through thick lashes. "Don't you know that I can't keep my hands off of you when you act like that?"

Having known Blake for as long as you have, although getting used to the romantic aspect of your relationship was still new, you were well versed in the confusion they could cause, but even this took that cake. Something that must have shown clearly on your face as Blake's smirk only broadens further.

"What are you on about, Herrera?" You shake your head, careful not to dislodge them all the same. "Act like what?"

"Like I'm someone worth holding onto."

Reginald/Regina: "Do you want to watch something else?"

A gentle tug to your hand brings you from your thoughts, the sounds of fighting becoming more apparent as the movie played on, but gentle blue-green eyes held you captive: the easy way they hadn't let go of your hand, simply interweaving your fingers together more firmly, or the depth of the affection within the turbulent waves of their gaze, causes your breath to catch.

"If this isn't your cup of tea, I'll be more than happy to watch something else." They incline their head towards the television, a wry smile on their lips. "Cause if you're not enjoying this movie, I don't think you'll enjoy it when we get to the prequels."

You shake your head. "No, I want to keep watching." Even if it was only to see the passionate gleam in your favorite pair of eyes as they watched the screen. "Just got caught up in my own head for a bit, but I'm good." Attempting to lighten the mood, you tease. "I'm surprised you were able to notice, I know how involved you get with these movies."

"Never to the point where I wouldn't notice you."

[shewrites02]

Forgive Me, if I break you | Zoro x Reader | Pt. IIII

Part I Part II Part III

Trigger warnings: Slight NSFW, Domestic assault, verbal abuse , physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT ! MINORS DNI

A/n: I know it has taken me forever and a day to finish this part, but all of you have been so encouraging in spite of that. I hope that this chapter is worth the wait!

Request: Closed

Word count: 4k

Leave a comment if you enjoy :)

It was odd how you felt or maybe- just different. Safe. Shrouded in the arms of the swordsman. Observed solely by the stars that twinkled in an otherwise clear sky.  The crescent moon offered the two of you little light, but it was of little consequence. If anything, the darkness acted as a sanctuary. Providing a place to hold the vulnerability the two of you rarely displayed. 

This time you learned from your mistakes. Snuck away from camp with a thick comforter you found in choppers medical supplies. Refused to be subjected to the thin blankets you always got stuck with. Triumphantly, you pulled the covers to your chin, forcing them to stop mid way on the swordsman's chest.  Aimlessly you traced your fingers up and down til they climbed their way across his scar.

"You trying to feel me up?" The pirate smirks slyly. The hand he has wrapped around your waist falls to grip your ass, forcing you closer to him. 

"I think I deserve that uh?"' You teased, a giggle falling from your lips after. "Didn't you say I did a good job?"  

Zoro leaned into your touch once your hand met his cheek, turned his head so he could press a kiss into your palm.  His free hand came to intertwine with yours before he leaned down to bring his lips to your ear. 

"You did such a good job for me Princess. Cumming on my dick like a good girl. Just like I asked you to."  He whispered before pressing a kiss onto your cheek. 

The warmth from his praise starts at the apple of your cheeks then radiates across the rest of your skin. That cocky smile you're too familiar with seeing widens at seeing you flustered.Zoro let out a low chuckle in response.  Then laid a kiss on your bare shoulder. Still you didn’t allow the pirate’s crassness to deter you from your goal. 

"Don't you think I deserve a reward?"  You sang. 

The first mate raises his head to meet your gaze. His right brow arched in suspicion, though his grin had not waived. 

"Depends... What do you want, princess?" 

An innocuous smile spread across your face. You freed your hand from Zoro's to return it to his chest. Lightly traced the length of his scar.  With big round eyes , you speak, trying your hardest not to sound desperate. Trying not to beg. You had done enough of that for the pirate that night. 

"Will you tell me what happened? How you got this scar?" 

The demeanor shift the swordsman makes is palpable. In spite of his efforts, it was clear the memory was not one the pirate wanted to revisit.  The way he tangled his fingers in yours as some guise to peel your hand from his scar, is  evidence enough of its sensitive nature.  

Although Zoro hadn't withdrawn any of his affection, the silence that fell after your inquiry weighed heavily on your chest. Guilt swiftly begins to replace curiosity. 

"You don't have to tell me Zo. It's okay- I was only teasing." 

How could you force an answer from Zoro when you held so many of your own secrets locked away? When you only had a fraction on yourself to give him. How could you ask for all of him, when you know you can not give all of you in return. That was not fair. 

"I got into a fight when I  first joined Luffy and I lost ... Won't happen again tho." 

You crane your neck to crash your lips into Zoro's, suddenly and without warning. He let out a huff in surprise but wasted no time in kissing you back. A breathy groan left his lip when the two of you separated. 

"Thank you for telling me."  You mumbled against his lips. 

It was always a special sight to see when the swordsman lowered his defenses, even if  for a second. Though a small gesture, there is something to be said about the way the pirate navigated his discomfort around you. Never allowing it to stand as an obstacle to seeing you happy. A testament to how much he loved you. Zoro did not respond. Just planted a kiss on the top of your head. 

-

The sunlight pours in from the port hole. Your eyes flutter open slowly, and reluctantly. For a second it is difficult to remember where you are. To not panic at the sight of the unfamiliar wooden walls. Then the flood of pain comes rushing in , bringing with it the memories of last night's quarrel. You hadn't expected morning to come so soon.  For all of last night's confessions to face the light of day so soon.

"Here. Take this." 

The voice comes from Zoro who is sitting with his back against the bedroom door. His knees are drawn to his chest while he lays his arms on top of them.  You almost don't hear him over the sound of the yelling coming from the galley. It seems the rest of the strawhat pirates are also awake. 

Zoro stands to fish the bottle out his pockets then hands you the pills along with the glass of water that sat on his dresser. His movements are lethargic, telling of the little sleep he got last night. Now that the sun has risen it's even easier to see the dark bags pronounced under his eyes. It's difficult not to let your mind wander.  

Did Zoro sneak out the bed to escape you? Could he not bear holding your tattered body so closely? Is your brokenness that off putting? In spite of your best efforts, the thoughts swarm your brain relentlessly. They force your heart into the pit of your stomach. Making you nauseous at the possibility of losing the green haired pirate. 

You attempt to stifle the groan clawing its way out your throat once you push your torso up, but the grimace Zoro makes is proof of your poor performance. In one fluid motion you take the meds from the pirate and swallow them down. Chasing them with a small gulp of water.

"You hungry? I'm sure Curly Brow has breakfast ready." Zoro asks. His voice is quiet. Raspy. Tired.  

"Do you think we can take a bath first? I just-" You cut your words short, turning your head away from the swordsman. Embarrassment suffocates your announcement. Causes you to fix your eyes to the floor instead of meeting his stare. 

You know Zoro won't push you. That he will not stand here pressing you for answers that you are not ready to give him. Still- you have lied to Zoro so many times that now your secret is out, now that there is nothing left to hide, keeping things to yourself felt too kin to lying.

"I can still feel his hands on me." You whisper hoarsely. 

Zoro's jaw tightens in response. You take note of the way his brow twitches in irritation , though the rest of his expression remains unchanged. He gently sweeps the hair fallen in your face away before speaking. 

"Anything you want princess." He says, tone unchanged.

The swordsman’s eye trails down your body meticulously as you strip yourself of his borrowed shirt. There is not the same lust and adoration in his expression as usual. This time his glare is watchful, intense. Focused. Although the bath only houses the two of you , it takes enormous restraint not to shrink into yourself. Not to block your wounds with your hands, to go reaching for the nearest towel to shroud yourself. 

Never in the months that you have known Zoro have you ever been self conscious of your body. Never did you question whether the pirate was attracted to you, but for the first time, the wounds scattering  across your body have you hesitating. There was only one other instance you had allowed yourself to be fully on display, though not of choice,  and that was when you washed up on the beach. You hated how similar you are feeling now.

You are so used to concealing your scars. Hiding Lee's transgressions. It's impossible to look at the marks on your skin and not think they're Lee's claim on you. Something to show the swordsman your his.  

Zoro extends his arm out to you. When you accept his hand, he guides you into the water with him. Positions you to sit in his lap face forward so your chest is flush against his. Lazily you drape your arms around the swordsman's neck before resting your head against his shoulder. 

The pirate smells of sea salt and forest. The smell soothes your heart in such a reflexive way, it's almost shameful to admit. That you felt safer in the Demon Hunter's hold, than that of your own husband.  

Small splashes fall over the edge of the tub as you settle. The water pooling at your torsos is warm. The gaze in which Zoro examines you is warmer. Boiling. Bubbling over with all the words the pirate has yet to let grace your ears.

Zoro's right hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck, his thumb trails up and down its length tracing the bands still indented. He leans forward to Softly press his lips against yours. then your jaw- then your neck- then shoulders- The pirate does not let a single scratch or scrape go unattended. Feather light kisses alleviate the aches of your wounds. 

Despite how delicately Zoro handles you , his affection stings your heart all the same. You did not deserve to take refuge on The Sunny. To shroud yourself in the swordsman's sheets, tangled in his arms. To take solace in the bath with him. Do not deserve how tenderly he touches you. How he has yet to meet you with anger, even after all that you have done to him.

You absolutely do not deserve Roronoa Zoro.

How selfish could you be? To take and take and take from the pirate, especially when you know there is nothing you can offer him in return. No way to repay the immaculate debt you've accumulated. The thought has tears pooling at the brims of your eyes. You nuzzle deeper into the pirate, a weak attempt to conceal your sorrows.

"Tell me something." Zoro whispers before planting a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm so sorry Zoro."  The words fall before you have the opportunity to think of much else. 

"Tell me something else- something I don't know." 

The room falls silent as you think. The air is heavy, but not uncomfortable. How do you choose Something, when it feels like Lee owns everything? Like there are no parts of you that he hasn't corrupted. No parts left just for you , no parts left to give to the swordsman. Can merely  give him the broken fragments you have managed to escape with. 

"I think I finally understand why my mom left us..."

"You wanna tell me?"

"The decision between a life at sea- even alone, or staying locked away in that prison of a castle is too obvious of an answer. So be it she had to leave her family behind."

The pirate doesn't respond, he pulls you into him and tightens his hold. Gives you another kiss, this time placed on your cheek. 

"I'm not worth the sacrifice of someone’s freedom - she understood that."

Zoro draws away from you slightly.  Brings his hand to your chin. Raises your head til you meet his gaze. His brows are scrunched to the center of his face in a frown. 

"You are worth so much more than that." The tightening of his jaw displays his restraint not to bark the words the way you're sure he wants to. But his voice still is not above a whisper.

"I'm not so sure that I am."

A sad chuckle falls from your lips. It lacks any mirth, or amusement. acts only as a precursor to the tears that start to fall from your eyes. The only way to display the gnawing pain his endearment brings. 

How could he say that when you are sure your insults are still fresh in his mind? When you have spent these past six days doing nothing but denouncing his affections? How could he still have this much adoration for you even after seeing how broken you are? His kindness feels like a constant reminder of how absolutely undeserving you are of him.

"Then I'll be sure for the both of us." Zoro responds without missing a beat. "I can love you enough for the both of us."

The proclamation squeezes at your heart . You know it isn't true, but the swordsman professes it so passionately you're almost convinced.

"You tell me something." You rebuttal , eager to shift the conversation. Trying to blink away the puddles in your eyes the best you can. The swordsman looks aways from you. Briefly his eyes close and you swear a shudder runs through him.  The internal turmoil he is experiencing is obvious.

"I love you." Zoro says softly. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

The sweet sentiment rids you of the last of your restraint. To hear the swordsman uttering apologies, knowing all that you have put him through is utterly harrowing. There are not enough blinks to fight back the tears that begin to roll down your cheeks. To stop them from turning into full sobs, flowing down your face in rivers.

"I'm sorry Zoro. I'm so sorry." The desperation in your plea is exacerbated by the hoarseness of your voice. "I know you're gonna be great Zoro. I know you can reach your dreams that's why-"

"Shhh." He coos cutting your sentence short before you can. "We don't ever have to talk about it again." 

-

The sun shines brightly in the sky, not a cloud in sight to collide with its rays. Birds chirp a tune reminiscent of what Brook is playing on his violin. The calm ocean gently sways the boat. It was undoubtedly a beautiful day. The kind that would normally offer reprieve during your darkness, but today there is no solace. Today the sun does not offer you hope, or freedom. Instead it illuminates all that you have tried terribly hard to keep concealed in the dark.

You tug the blanket from Zoro's bed around you a little snugger. The sight of the deepened black and blue hues that dot your skin is too much to bear in the sunlight. The faces of your friends when they saw your tattered body will forever be seared into your brain. You didn't need an even more clearer picture now that day has come.

"Here you are my sweet." Sanji smiles as he sets your breakfast on the tiny patio table in front of you. You assume Zoro sent the cook, telling him you want to eat out by Nami's tangerine trees. 

"Let me know if there is anything more I can do for you."

Zoro is approaching just as Sanji is taking his exit. He places a tender kiss to the top of your head before taking a seat beside you. Moving the chair closer til his thigh is flush against yours.

"I could've eaten with the others." You mutter, toying at the pancakes stacked delicately on your plate. In spite of your efforts the statement comes out unconvincingly frail.

"Yeah- but after six days I finally have you all to myself . They can wait." The swordsman leans in to gently peck your lips with his.   "...Do you need me to cut your pancakes?" 

A giggle escapes your lips.  Never have you seen the man this attentive. Zoro has always been thoughtful, but this hand and foot treatment was more kin to the cook than the swordsman. You shake your head no, reassuring the pirate that you were well enough to feed yourself. 

A part of you resents all his affection. The way he is handling you with this such softness. Hard to not let it make you feel weak, breakable. You have to remind yourself that his behavior comes from love, not pity.

"You okay?" Zoro mumbles.

You force a smile bringing your eyes to look at him. Didn’t realize you had drifted off.  

"I'm okay." You reassure falsely. Your voice tremors and shakes, making for a doubtable testament. Zoro's eyes soften in response.  He reaches out his hand to cup your cheek,then for a second he simply stares at you.

You think his eye searches for a semblance of truth. Something familiar to the you he found on the beach. Something he does not find. 

"... You don't have to be okay." 

You got to speak, but nothing comes out. Don't have the heart to admit to the pirate that Lee still runs rampant in your mind. That even in his presence you could not quiet your anxieties. Shush the thoughts mocking the slight comfort you have managed to find in the company of the Strawhats. Unable to silence the devil on your shoulder proclaiming the safety you’ve found will be short lived.  

It doesn't matter how many tinder touches Zoro affectionately scatters your body with. How many kisses he lovingly marked you with. it is Lee's hands you feel evading your body. Wrapped around your neck. Clinging to your arms. Tangled in your hair. Regardless of his absence you could not escape the chief.

"What if Lee finds Sunny? I know he’s looking for me. If he finds me here- with you, he's goi-"

"He's not going to do shit!”  Zoro snarls. ”As long as I am breathing , he’s never going to fucking touch you again." 

The pirate’s hand wraps securely around your wrist in reassurance.He gazes at you piercingly with a dark eye.doesn’t break his stare until you give him a nod of understanding. The veins on his arm bulge as intensely as those on his forehead. Although you are sure those formed from the constant clenching of the pirate’s jaw. 

It takes a moment, but you can pin when Zoro returns to himself. When the Demon hunter leaves, and the man returns in his stead. His eye softens as he glances back at you. He moves his hand from your wrist to lock your fingers with his. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-.” His voice lowers in volume with each word until his sentence trails to silence. 

You don’t respond. Instead you grasp on a little tighter to the swordsman's hand, lean into him till your head is on his chest. Instinctively his arms wrap around you- blanket and all- and for a moment the pirate holds you. Nothing but the sounds of the ocean in the background. 

You close your eyes to savor the moment. Cherish the serenity that you have found after six long tumultuous days.  But the peace is short-lived. 

A panicked yelp of your name, draws your attention away from Zoro. It comes from the front of the ship. When you glance back to see what is going on, you're met with the Navigator hurriedly rushing toward you. 

“I think you need to see this.” Nami announces from the railing, not wasting any time to walk the entirety of the ship. She doesn’t wait to see if the two of you will follow her, turns on her heels and starts toward the upheaval. 

As you and Zoro approach you can hear the fussing coming from the strawhats. They’re voices overlap into nonsensical noise. The only voice you can make out is Luffy protesting “There must be something we can do‘’. 

Once you reach the deck you're enveloped in a thick haze that lingers like fog. The smell of ash fills the air. It doesn’t take long for you to know what is happening. For the pit in your stomach to grow. 

Glancing out toward the island only confirms your suspicions. Smoke. The whole coast - as far as the eye could see is draped in a smoggy haze. Dark, suffocating, smoke.

It's pathetic, the gasp that leaves your mouth. To still be surprised your husband proves himself the villain you always knew him to be.None of his evil actions should surprise you, though each one still stings like the first strike.  

"He did this right- That chief guy?" Luffy asks .

You give a curt nod, unable to utter any words. Foolish. Idiotic. Ignorant. Everything you had to be to believe your actions would come with no repercussions. To believe you could just attack Lee and run to the safety of The Sunny. You should have known better, the Chief has always been a vengeful man.

“Can you take me to the crow’s nest?” You ask Zoro, who only nods in response. 

The others do not follow, but you feel their eyes watching as the two of you exit. Luffy’s angered proclamations don’t start to fade until you are well past the galley. Part of you wished his voice would carry throughout the whole ship, that your walk may be scored by something other than silence. Something that could drown out all your thoughts. 

Lee may not be able to hunt you down, drag you back to the castle kicking and screaming to be executed. But, he could hurt you all the same. He could keep the promise he made you, and force you to watch the destruction of any place you deemed special. Any place not already infected with his presence. All while the villagers suffered as collateral damage in his petty feud.

Zoro stands behind you as you stare out the giant windows of the crow’s nest. From here it is easy to see the fire’s origin. The glowing orange flames engulf every inch of the castle's garden. Raging so violently it threatens to consume the castle itself. The rose bushes are no more. The fountain is cracked into pieces. Everything, gone- in a matter of minutes.

"He won't stop." You mutter. "Until I go back- he won't stop."

Zoro's hand clasps onto your wrist at the sound of your departure. It forces your eyes to him . To see the worry in the furrow of his brows. The desperation in his expression. The utter disbelief at the words you aimlessly speak. 

"Go back?" He echos. "You can't."

"I have to Zoro. My village- He will burn everything."

"Then let him!"

"Zoro-"

The pirate is shaking his head in disagreement. Has no interest in hearing, or entertaining your justifications. He stands with his body between you and the door. 

"No! I'm not letting you go. I'm not watching you walk to your death!" The swordsman shouts. 

The flinch at his raised voice is reflexive. You feel safe with the swordsman, yes, but you had also felt safe with Lee once. You jerk to free your arm from Zoro. It takes two tugs before he notices the fear in your eyes.The way you retreat away from him to create distance. Before he drops your wrist, raising both his hands in the air palm side out. 

“Shit- I- “ He fumbles. His eyes close in an attempt to ground himself. He takes a deep breath then proceeds to speak.  “I know you don’t want to die… That you think your life isn’t worth as much as your peoples’. I know you think you're doing what you have to do. That you don’t have any choices- but you do!”

“You can choose to let me help you. To let me protect you.” The swordsman implores. “I know it's hard for you to put all your trust in me- to believe me when I say I love you- I love everything about you. To believe me when I say I have no intentions of trapping you. But please- if you love me like you say-  Ask me for help! Please- trust me!”  

There is no way to describe how you're sure. To describe why you are certain the pirate’s words are true. Maybe it's the way he pleas so fervidly. Maybe it’s the remorse that lingers in his eye after seeing the fear he caused you. Or the way he keeps glancing back to your wrist to see if he left a mark on you.  There is no logical explanation. No empirical evidence to display how you knew, but you did.

The swordsman is nothing like Lee Misatori. 

"Zoro… Save me." 

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Player 1117 0002 - in the garden

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"I don't want to be friends with Kim Hongjoong."

Hongjoong's smile faded, splintering like a crack spreading across a porcelain mask. However, he quickly recovered, his eyes shining with tears as the table fell silent.

"Y/n-ah..." Yeonjun started awkwardly, unsure how to salvage the situation. Your father cleared his throat, signaling for the servants to serve the dishes. The silence was soon broken as the dining table came to life with the sound of light, animated chatter.

For some reason, the adults did not want to get involved in this matter. Unbeknownst to you, your three brothers exchanged worried glances, shifting their eyes from you to Hongjoong. You ignored their looks, focusing solely on the food in front of you.

If falling in love with Hongjoong is the reason why Eternity became a broken kingdom, that just gives you more reason to avoid him. Now that you are 'Choi Y/n', there is no way you are going to let the fall of Eternity happen. The characters you see in the game are living and breathing, and even though you've only interacted with your older brothers for a short while, it feels as if you've known them your entire life. How could you still let the same plot from the game unfold?

But why can't you remember who killed Yeonjun?

A small voice at the back of your head nags ominously, whispering that something is wrong, that you have forgotten something very, very important. But what is it? What have you forgotten?

The rest of the dinner went by in a blur. When your plate was clean, you wiped your mouth neatly with the napkin Yeonjun had fetched for you earlier. You got off your seat and turned to your parents.

“Thank you for the dinner,” you started, ignoring the piercing gaze of Hongjoong. “I shall excuse myself.”

“Alright,” your father replied, his voice warm yet slightly concerned. Your mother gave a small nod, her eyes filled with unspoken questions. You bowed to the Queen of Mist, who inclined her head to you, and gave a quick bow to Hongjoong.

You felt Hongjoong's gaze follow you as you left the dining room. You walked down the hallway alone, each step echoing in the quiet halls. As you reached your room, you dismissed the servants and closed the door behind you before you leaned against it, taking a deep breath.

You’re scared. 

Hongjoong is a good actor. But his crocodile tears did not fool you, not when you knew the plot of Utopia. If you had not known what kind of person he is, you would have fallen into his web of deceits.

Get a grip on yourself, Y/n-ah.

Seonghwa knew that his prince was not in a good mood. 

He stood behind Hongjoong, watching the prince roll a brooch between his fingers. Hongjoong’s expression was hidden in the darkness of the flickering candle, but Seonghwa knew he was thinking. 

He couldn’t help but wonder why Hongjoong was in such a bad mood. Did something happen at the dinner with the Chois? Seonghwa thought of the dinners he had attended with Hongjoong back at Mist. Anger crept into his thoughts as a strange black mist gathered at the tips of his fingers. Was his prince ridiculed? Did they insult his highness?

“Hwa.” Seonghwa cleared his thoughts, his attention immediately shifting to his prince. Hongjoong was looking up at him with a lost expression on his face. “What do you know about the Star of Eternity?”

Seonghwa’s fingers curled into a fist. Was the Princess of Eternity the reason for Hongjoong’s mood? He quickly skimmed through his memory, trying to recall what he had heard about the Princess before.

“There wasn’t much news about her, except that the Chois are very protective of her,” Seonghwa replied carefully. Hongjoong looked at the brooch in his hand, a troubled expression on his face.

“Protective?” he repeated, his voice tinged with a manic edge. Suddenly, a crazed smile twisted his lips. Hongjoong laughed loudly, slamming the brooch into the couch. “No, no, no… She saw right through me, Seonghwa-ah…” His laughter turned into unsettling giggles as he spun around to face Seonghwa. His eyes were wild with excitement as he kneeled on the couch, gripping the attendant’s arm with a vice-like hold. “Isn’t it exciting, Hwa? Someone who saw through me… Even Mother fell for my innocent facade…”

“Your highness…” Seonghwa began, his eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and worry.

“Such an interesting person, the Star of Eternity…” Hongjoong muttered, his tone a disturbing mix of fascination and obsession. Seonghwa bowed his head slightly. “Do you know how she looked at me, Hwa? She didn’t trust me, not one bit!” Hongjoong sighed dreamily, loosening his hold on Seonghwa. “She’s not as easy as we thought, Hwa, no…”

“Do you want to get rid of her then, your highness?” Seonghwa asked, treading carefully.

Hongjoong’s smile vanished, replaced by an eerie stillness. His eyes flickered with a dangerous light as he considered Seonghwa’s words. “Get rid of the Star?” he repeated slowly, leaning towards Seonghwa. The older boy immediately let his knee fall to the ground, bowing his head. “My apologies, your highness-”

The attendant held his breath, bracing for the blow. True enough, a force threw him up in the air and sent him flying backwards into the wall while something sharp grazed his cheeks. Seonghwa let out a groan as he wiped the corner of his bleeding lips, picking himself up. Hongjoong looked at him from the couch, his eyes cold and unfeeling. 

“Hwa.” Hongjoong called. Seonghwa crawled onto his knees, hearing the appending thunderstorm in Hongjoong’s seemingly calm voice. “Do you know why I left Wooyoung back in Mist?” Of course Seonghwa knew why. Wooyoung is Hongjoong’s younger half-brother, a result of the drunken King of Mist, who had forced the Queen’s maid into serving him whilst the Queen had just given birth to Hongjoong. The maid, who is loyal to his mother, had begged for the Queen’s forgiveness, and died shortly after giving birth to Wooyoung. 

The other royalties looked down on Wooyoung because of his birthing, but the young prince paid them no attention. In fact, Seonghwa thinks that that brat does not see himself as a prince at all. He was always out of the castle, creating havoc and pranks on the other prince and princess. 

But at the same time, that troublemaker is loyal to Hongjoong. He has no intentions of the throne, and sees Hongjoong as his only master, just like Seonghwa.

“Wooyoung is a good boy, but he likes to question my decisions.” Hongjoong answered his own question, picking up the brooch he was previously playing with. “But Hwa, you know better than to do that, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s breath hitched. “Yes, your highness.” He answered.

“Good. Don’t let Mother see you in this state, Hwa.”

You frowned at the boy in front of you. Hongjoong stood before you, looking as innocent as a young foal. “Greetings to the Star of Eternity, may peace be ever in your favour.”

“Greetings to the Prince, may peace be ever in your favour,” you replied, setting down your cup of tea. After transmigrating into Y/n’s body, you had retained her memories and most of her behaviours. Y/n would often have a tea session by herself in the Royal Garden of the Eternity Palace, sometimes joined by her brothers if they had the time. However, you had only just started drinking your first cup of tea when Hongjoong barged into the garden with another tall teenager behind him.

At first, you paid no attention to him. The only thought in your mind was to keep Hongjoong as far away from you as possible. “What has brought the Prince into my garden?” you questioned coldly, your eyes conveying your dislike. Hongjoong looked a little hurt, his golden eyes staring sadly at you as though you had done something tragically wrong to him.

“Would you let me join you, your highness?” Hongjoong asked, with a hint of cautiousness in his voice. You opened your mouth to refute, but accidentally met the gaze of that boy behind him. 

Long black hair, green eyes. A strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and full, plump lips. This was Park Seonghwa, Hongjoong’s loyal attendant.

Park Seonghwa was one of the more popular characters in Utopia. He was a commoner on the streets who had pledged his loyalty to Hongjoong after being saved by him from an illegal magician’s tower. As an experiment, Seonghwa was different from ordinary men, and his elemental powers included the mysterious mist magic.

There wasn’t much detailed description of his display of power that you could remember, but one thing was certain: Seonghwa was not what he seemed to be.

In Jiwon’s route, Seonghwa was an elegant man who could make her blush with the simplest gestures. His charm was undeniable, and he expressed his affection through numerous courting gifts. From delicate roses and precious stones to exquisite clothes and even rare animals, Seonghwa spared no expense in showing his devotion.

One scene stood out vividly in your memory. Seonghwa had presented Jiwon with a precious tiara crafted from the finest amethyst after Mist had conquered Eternity. The tiara was breathtaking, its deep purple stone shimmering with a brilliance that captivated everyone who saw it.

But there was more to the amethyst than its beauty. That stone on the tiara was once part of the crown your father wore. It was the one precious stone that symbolised the enduring power and legacy of your family. Seeing it on the tiara was a stark reminder of the fall of Eternity and the painful loss of your kingdom.

In Y/n’s route, however, Seonghwa is no more than a cruel lapdog of Hongjoong. No matter how many times you have tried to court him, he has not once trusted you. Your brows furrowed at the thought of the amount of currencies you have spent to make choices for Seonghwa’s affection level to just go past fifty percent. 

Stupid currency, what a scam. 

“Your highness?” Hongjoong called out, noticing that your attention had swayed from him. His voice, tinged with irritation, cut through your thoughts. He frowned, following your gaze. His jaw tightened when he realised you were staring at Seonghwa, and that his attendant was the one who had distracted you from him.

Hongjoong’s eyes darkened with a mix of annoyance and jealousy. The prince moved swiftly in front of Seonghwa, blocking him from your view. “Your highness,” he repeated, his voice more insistent, drawing your gaze back to him. “May I join you for a cup of tea?”

You blinked, pulling your thoughts away from Seonghwa and back to the prince in front of you. Most of Hongjoong’s flaming red hair was tucked away into the black beret he was wearing, decorated with rubies. His golden eyes peered out at you from under his fringe, and you shook your head, steeling yourself against his intense gaze.

“You’re not welcomed here, Prince of Mist.” You said slowly, each word deliberate and firm. “As I said before, I don’t want to be friends with you, so do not come close to me.”

A sudden chill crept up your spine after you have said those words. You hear one of your maids gasp at your boldness, but you didn’t care. Behind Hongjoong, Seonghwa could feel his anger rising. How can anyone treat his prince like this? He thought, biting the inside of his cheeks while keeping his head low. His fingers twitched as a small cloud of dark mist began to form around it.

No, he couldn’t take this lying down.

But before he could do anything, Hongjoong took a step forward. You straightened your back, your eyes wide with alertness. “May I have a word with you in private, your highness?” Hongjoong asked, his silky voice laced with forced politeness. “Just this once.”

You gripped the hem of your skirt, your gaze shifting from Hongjoong to Seonghwa. After a moment's hesitation, you nodded. “Leave us,” you commanded, and your maids bowed respectfully to Hongjoong before quietly exiting the garden. Hongjoong was only thirteen years old; what danger could he pose? Besides, you recalled that his powers hadn't developed until he was fifteen. Seonghwa gave Hongjoong a long look, before bowing and leaving as well.

There was a moment of silence when the both of you were finally alone. Hongjoong advanced forwards and you tensed up, gripping the arms of your chair tightly. “Do not come closer, Prince of Mist.” You warned, as Hongjoong paused, his expression unreadable. 

"I have a question, your highness," he began, his voice steady but with an underlying chill that seemed to lower the temperature around you. "As far as I am aware, yesterday was our first meeting, correct?" Hongjoong's long fingers toyed with a brooch on his collar. "I do not recall having done anything to warrant your dislike, your highness."

"I simply do not like you, Prince of Mist," you said coldly. For a moment, you thought Hongjoong was about to cry. Pools of liquid gathered in his eyes as he stared at you, but the emotion within them told a different story.

He’s not sad, you realised. 

And then Hongjoong started to laugh. Tears of amusement rolled down his eyes as he grip the back of another chair for support, his laughter reverberating around the garden. You frowned, not understanding which part of the conversation was funny. 

But you sensed something was amiss. Hongjoong breathed heavily, wiping the tears from his face. "You amuse me, my Star," he sighed, his intense gaze sending goosebumps along your skin. "You're the first, my Star."

The first person to see through him, the first person to not fall for his mask, and the first person to so blatantly show dislike towards him. Hongjoong licked his lips, and without warning, he pounced on you, leaning dangerously close. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as Hongjoong placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you in the small space of the chair.

“Let’s get engaged, my Star.” His words sent your eyes widening, shocking you. The Prince of Mist slid down towards the floor, kneeling in front of you. His head laid on your lap, his eyes boring into yours. “Our mothers would be elated at this news, no?”

At the mention of your mother, you finally found your strength back. You kicked Hongjoong off you, standing up so fast that the chair was knocked over. Hongjoong fell backwards onto the floor, his snake-like eyes capturing your attempt to escape from him. 

“If you come close to me, Kim Hongjoong,” your voice was shaking as you pulled a long hairpin out from your long hair, causing it to fall over your shoulders. Pointing the sharp end of the hairpin at Hongjoong, you tried to control the trembles on your arm. “I’ll stab you with this pin. Have I made myself clear?”

Your chest rises and falls quickly as you watch Hongjoong pick himself up, patting off the dust on his clothes. “As you wish, my Star.” He answered, a smirk playing on his lips. You were aware of the possessiveness in his voice, gripping your hairpin tighter. “But this isn’t over yet, my Star.”

When Hongjoong left, your legs finally gave way and you collapsed in relief. When the maids entered, they were surprised to find you sitting on the ground with your hair untied. As they helped you to your feet, you turned to them with a cold expression. 'Not a word to my brothers,' you commanded. 'If my brothers hear anything about the Prince of Mist's meeting with me, be prepared to face the consequences.”

“Yes, your highness.”

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[endiness]

personally, i don't care about eskel or his death at all, but that being said. likE.

"In interviews, Henry explains how he felt strongly that Geralt NOT be bumbling, nor a struggling father figure. In fact, a lot of S2 is about how Geralt does come from a loving (albeit unconventional) family. Henry was passionate about this shift, and we discussed it a lot, and ultimately thought it was wonderful for his character development."

"In the books, Geralt struggled with what it meant to be not just physically responsible for Ciri, but emotionally; however, in the show, in both writing and performance, Geralt had already learned a lot about loving and being loved from his brothers and from Vesemir. The conflict for our Geralt wasn’t about how to be a father… but the lengths he would go to protect his child of surprise. […] So how could we take the growth that we need to see in Geralt, but have it have all the appropriate ups and downs and cliffhangers and devastation and action that modern audiences expect? Enter the idea of a mystery Geralt needs to solve in order to learn about Ciri and her powers. And enter the idea that the mystery should unfold in the place where Geralt should have felt most protected and safe: his home. With his family. With the people he knows best. Except what happens when one of those people comes back home, and is acting completely differently than what Geralt expects? […] Geralt makes a choice that breaks his heart: he sacrifices Eskel to save Vesemir. And now we have a mystery for Geralt to solve: what happened to Eskel? And how does it involve Ciri? And further to that, we’ve got a dilemma that will play out through the whole season: just how far will Geralt go to protect the girl that is his destiny? What wins out: being a witcher, or being a father? Can he save both? And how?"

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closing time | robin buckley

PAIRING — robin buckley x fem!reader

SUMMARY — robin has a crush on you. what happens when you're locked in keith's office after the store closes?

WARNINGS — fluff, banter, love confessions, mentions of panic/anxiety & season three

WORD COUNT — 2,353

NOTES — something short and sweet for my beloved robin!! i hope y'all enjoy and don't forget to leave feedback please! also, this was very loosely inspired by sparks fly by taylor swift

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Robin Buckley was utterly, helplessly, in love. 

There was no denying it anymore; Robin was completely in love with you. She would light up every time you walked into class; her heart stopped every time you smiled at her, and spluttered back to life when you’d say her name. Her mind ran away from her every time you shared a shift at the video store, full of daydreams of what you and her would even do if you dated, only to be shut down by the brutal fear of rejection. 

 But you didn’t know that.

As far as Robin Buckley was aware, you only thought of her as your anxious, rambling friend who, more often than not, spent her shifts making fun of your co-worker Steve and his almost inexplicable lack of game. 

Most of the time that she was around you, Robin was forced to ‘act normal’, as if she’d ever done that before. It usually resulted in useless rambles about something weird she’d read about, like gingivitis or how most of the backdrop scenes from Star Wars were actually just still paintings. But you usually seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, and that took some of the uncomfortable anxiety away. And sometimes, you’d even laugh. A genuine one, too, and it would make Robin’s day.

Tonight was a lot like that. It was Friday, and the typical customer buzz around the store was enough to keep you, Robin, and Steve occupied for a while. But by 9pm, the clientele died out, and the three of you were behind the counter playing a round of Crazy 8s. 

“Hah!” Robin said, slamming her palm to the pile of cards. She pulled it back to reveal an 8 of clubs, a proud smile on her face. “Suck it, Steve! Last card,” she huffed, leaning on the counter as you and Steve stared expectantly at her. “Oh, right. And it’s hearts now.”

Steve huffed, glancing at his cards before taking one from the pick-up pile. “Dick move, Buckley.”

“Dick face, Harrington.”

“What does that even mean?” You asked, looking at yours before placing a 3 on the pile. 

Robin just shrugged, her lips forming a smirk as she placed her final card down. “I win!” 

“Alright, I’m out,” Steve huffed, tossing his cards on the pile. You couldn’t help the overwhelming amount of clubs he had, causing you to stifle a giggle. “See you losers tomorrow.” 

“Good luck with that, Steve, ‘cause I won’t be here.” You mentioned, scooping the cards into your hands. “Mom’s taking me to Indianapolis for some family thing. Had to cancel my morning shift, which means…” 

Steve, who had been retrieving his jacket and car keys from under the counter, turned back with what you could only describe as a look of horror painted on his face. “No,” 

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’.

“No! You can’t do this to me, Y/n!” 

“I already did, Steve.” You began shuffling the cards. 

“But Keith always smells like eggs in the mornings! And he hates me,” Steve whined. “I can’t believe you.” 

“Sorry,” you shrugged half-heartedly. “Can’t un-cancel my shift now, Keith’ll be pissed if I call him this late.” 

Robin scoffed, arms folded across her chest as she watched you shuffle the cards intently. “No, he won’t. He’s practically in love with you.” 

You shuddered at the thought. “Ew, gross. Please never say those words to me again, Robin. I beg of you. I think I’ll die, or… contract something if I think about it for more than 30 seconds.” 

“Okay, okay, I’ve gotta get outta here,” Steve said, spinning his keys on his finger. “See you weirdos later.” 

You and Robin shouted farewells as he exited the store, the bell ringing, signifying his departure. Glancing up at Robin from your focus on the deck of cards, you asked, “Another round?” 

The girl nodded, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. You were closing together, and while it wasn’t uncommon, time alone with you was something Robin treasured. And the way you looked up at her through your eyelashes… Robin was going to be combating the butterflies in her stomach all night, it seemed. 

The next hour seemed to fly by with no issues. 

No customers came by after Steve left, so you and Robin played cards and watched a movie on the big TV hanging from the ceiling until your watch beeped, signalling 10pm — closing time. 

The pair of you worked in tandem, one of you counting the cash and working out what the deposit would be while the other made sure that everything looked nice and that the return carts were empty — of course they were, Steve had done them long before he left. 

Disaster struck when you went into Keith’s office to finish closing for the night. 

The analog clock on Keith’s desk read 10:18pm when you passed it, Robin just behind you. All that was left was to write up the deposit in an email and send it to the regional inbox. It was a delicate procedure, to say the least, but with Robin reading everything out to you as you typed it up made things a lot easier. 

“You got that?” Robin asked, hopping off the desk beside you. 

You glanced at her, fingers typing away. “Yeah, Robin, I think I can remember how many five dollar bills were put in the deposit envelope.”

Robin snorted beside you, the already-open safe door creaking as she pulled it. Slipping the envelope inside, along with the deposit slip, she shut the door with a loud clang, causing you to flinch slightly. 

“And…” you pressed a few final buttons on the keyboard, the computer trilling as the email finished sending. “We’re off! Let’s shut this place down and get the hell out of here.”

“As if I’d actually want to stay,” Robin grimaced as you powered down the computer. “This place smells like…” Robin sniffed the air, her face scrunching further. “Cheetos and B.O.” 

You giggled, pushing the chair into the desk. “Gross,” 

Robin made her way to the office door, a giddy smile on her face. “What? I’m right! It’s like Keith doesn’t know what air freshener is. Or a shower.”

She pulled on the door, her smile falling as she twisted the knob. 

“What? Robin, what is it?” 

“I— I don’t know,” Robin twisted the doorknob again, pulling the door toward her, to no avail. She twisted again, frantically, panic setting into her gut. “I think it’s locked!” 

“No,” you nearly gasped. “It can’t be locked!” 

“Okay, well, I’m turning the doorknob and it’s not moving, so…!” Robin said, voice shaking as she turned to look back at you. 

“Let me try, Robin. Maybe it’s just stuck.” You suggested. Robin relented, stepping to the side as you grasped the cool metal. You twisted and pulled, your movements growing frustrated and frantic as you realised that the door wasn’t stuck — you were, in fact, locked in. “Damn it!” You exclaimed, kicking the door. “I can’t believe this,” 

Robin’s hands flew to her hair, grasping at her scalp as she tried to calm herself down. She watched you begin to pace, chewing on your thumbnail, thinking of something, anything you could do to get yourselves out of this office. 

You were suddenly beginning to feel cramped, like the walls were closing in on you. But you took a breath, eyes scanning the room, landing on the phone conveniently placed on Keith’s desk. “Ha!” 

Robin watched you rush to the other side of the desk, picking up the receiver and beginning to dial a number. “Are you calling the police?”

“The police?” You scrunched up your nose, holding the receiver to your ear. “No, that’s stupid. I’m calling Steve.” 

“Calling the police when we’re locked in a room with no way out is stupid?” Robin scoffed, taking up your previous state of pacing. 

The phone rang in your ear as you sat down on the chair. “Of course it is, Robin. Steve has a set of keys, and there’s pretty much a guarantee that no one’s going to answer a Friday night call. They’re all out busting parties and pulling over drunk drivers. They’re gonna put us on the back burner. But Steve won’t. Besides, he’s not doing anything tonight, his date cancelled on him this morning.” 

Robin barely acknowledged your words, mind running wild with the thoughts running through her head. Steve would help, of course he would. Ever since Starcourt, he knew how much Robin hated being stuck somewhere with no way to get out. She just hoped he’d get here quickly. Being stuck in a room with no real way out was one thing, but being stuck in a room with the girl you’re practically in love with was something entirely different. 

“Steve!” You practically shouted with joy.

“Jesus,” Steve groaned. “Tone it down, please! What’s up?”

You huffed, leaning back in Keith’s chair. “Look, Robin and I locked ourselves in the office, somehow, and we need you to come by with your keys and let us out.” Steve sighed on the other line. “Pretty please? I’ll buy you Burger King on Sunday.” 

“Fine. But I’m taking my sweet time getting there. I’m on the other side of town, if you even care to know.” 

“I know where you live, Steve.” You rolled your eyes. “Just hurry up. I think Robin’s losing her mind in here.”

“When is she not losing her mind?” 

“Steve,” you warned, sighing a farewell as he hung up on you. “Okay, he’ll be here soon. I think.” 

“God,” Robin groaned, palms pressed to her forehead. “My mom’s gonna kill me. My cousins are coming into town for the week and I’m supposed to clean tomorrow and instead I’m stuck here, in a room that smells like death, where I’ll probably actually die! Of, like, dehydration or starvation or something meanwhile my cousin Evan is happily sitting on my mom’s couch eating cookies or something!” 

“Starvation?” You asked yourself as you stood from the chair. “Robin, it’ll be fine. Steve’s on his way,” 

The girl barely acknowledged you, still pacing, arms flying around as she spoke. “And, by the way, starvation? A really painful way to die! It hurts, Y/n, a lot. Or, at least, that’s what I’ve read, but who am I to judge! I mean, I’ve never starved to death before! Not until now, at least!” 

You sighed, stepping in Robin’s path, making sure to grab her shoulders firmly, eyes locked onto hers. “Robin,” you said, eyebrows raised as the girl fell silent. “Steve should be here anytime soon. We won’t starve to death. All we have to do is wait out the half an hour before he gets here, max. We’ll be fine.” 

Robin’s eyebrows cinched before she shook her head. “But what if something bad happens, Y/n? Then what are we gonna do? We’ll die! And I can’t die! I haven’t seen Evan since I was 9! He lives in Pennsylvania! Hershey, Pennsylvania! Do you have any idea how far that is?”

“It’s, like, an 8 hour drive, Robin,” you said, voice quiet. Your eyes stayed locked on hers, watching the anxiety swim through her green irises. It was like you could see the gears turning, clicking and grinding to form more anxious thoughts for her to spew out in a breathless panic. 

“Not to mention the smell in here! It’s horrible! I mean, seriously, could Keith not afford a fan, or-or some sort of air freshener! And the windows! They’re so small, and they barely open, and—” 

Robin’s words ceased when you pulled her forward, crashing your lips onto hers. Her muscles tensed for a moment, eyes wide, until she realised you were kissing her. You were kissing her. Robin barely had the time to kiss you back, to place her hands gingerly on your waist before you were pulling back, sucking in air. 

“What was that for?” Robin asked, voice squeaking. 

You only smiled. “I really needed you to stop talking.” You joked, a hesitant hand reaching up to brush some of Robin’s hair from her face. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that for, like, 6 months.” 

“Oh,” Robin said, nodding briefly before she smiled, cheeks burning red. “Can you do it again?” 

You smiled wide, nodding ecstatically before placing your hands on Robin’s neck, pulling her closer so that you could kiss her again. 

It was slower this time, a test of the waters as you both melted into one another’s touch. A delicate kiss, one that said a lot more than either of you could find the words for. Robin’s fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, her mind barely comprehending what was happening right now. 

The rest of the world seemed to fall away at that moment, so much so that neither of you paid attention to the soundscape around you, failing to hear the sound of keys jingling in the lock — the door to the office squealing as it opened, and the subsequent screams of Steve Harrington. 

“What the hell, guys!” Steve screamed, covering his eyes as you and Robin jumped away from one another, lips swollen and cheeks burning. “I leave you by yourselves for an hour and a half and you’ve got your tongues down each other’s throats!” 

“Thanks, Steve,” you said, sheepish as you took Robin’s hand, leading her past his gobsmacked form. 

“You owe me a hell of a lot more than just Burger King for making me see that.” 

“Sure thing!” You called out as you and Robin slung your bags over your shoulders.

“Thank you, dingus!” Robin shouted over her shoulder, smiling wide at Steve, following you out of the store.

You huffed a laugh and smiled at Robin, swinging your hands as you grabbed your keys from your pocket. “Want a ride home?”

“Sure,” Robin smiled, relishing the feeling of your hand in hers. She made sure to keep it there during the entire drive to her house, and as often as she could after that, too.

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[a-living-canvas]

-request from anon for continuation <333

Part 1

Decay II

"Henchman, can we talk for a moment?"

Whumper asked, nodding their heads to Henchman to enter their office. Henchman followed their steps, closing the door and stood in front of the desk. "Yes, boss?"

Whumper seemed to be deep in thought, tapping their fingers on the table. They took a deep breath, sighing softly. If possible, they didn't want to question Henchman like this, he's their loyal subordinate, after all. But they couldn't shake the weird feeling pooling in their stomach. Something must have happened that he didn't know of.

"I told you to take care of Whumpee. Where were you when they broke the vase?"

"I was using the restroom at that time…"

Whumper went silent again, thinking. "Did you ask them why they did what they did?"

Henchman raised an eyebrow, turning the wheels inside his brain. Of course he didn't ask Whumpee, but he wouldn't tell that to Whumper. "Whumpee said they couldn't stand living here. Maybe it's just them being defiant. You don't need to worry so much though. You already punished them, right?"

Whumper sighed, feeling frustration building up at Henchman's tone of voice. " Well, yeah…"

Another silence but this time Whumper lifted and locked their eyes with Henchman. They narrowed their eyes, examining Henchman carefully. His body language and energy. He was nervous, Whumper could tell. And when Henchman evaded his eyes from Whumper— Bingo.

"Are you lying?"

Henchman was caught off guard by the question. He cleared his throat, chuckling nervously. "No, I'm not. Why would I?"

Whumper shrugged, crossing their arms. "I mean, I know my Whumpee. They might be a brat, but they know when to stop fighting...and that brat stopped resisting after I cut off their tongue."

Henchman shifted slightly, fidgeting with his fingers. It's a rare occurrence for him to be scared of Whumper, and he was pretty sure Whumper had already seen right through him. They could smell people's fear anyway, and right now, Henchman was reek of it.

"Lock the door." Whumper ordered. They hoped the slight flinch coming from Henchman could make them feel a bit better but no, they felt so much anger and annoyance to even feel happy about it.

Henchman locked the door hesitantly, he could feel Whumper's gaze burning through his skull, straight to his soul. Whumper walked closer and Henchman forced himself to stay calm and not let out a pathetic whimper that was bubbling at the back of his throat.

Whumper was just that intimidating.

"Kneel. Hands behind your head."

"B-boss, please—!"

"I said kneel, you piece of—"

"Okay, okay! I will do it…"

Henchman got on his knees, lifting his arms as he brought his hands behind his head. Whumper was circling him, taking in his form before they crouched down behind him. They pulled out a scissor and with one swift motion, tearing Henchman's shirt apart.

"Boss, w-what are you—"

"Shut up."

Whumper stood up, unbuckling their belt before wrapping the end around their right fist. They hit Henchman's back with a light smack, and a slight whimper was heard coming from him.

"It will get more painful after this."

Henchman bit down his bottom lip, trying to control his emotions. He couldn't get caught now, he wanted to have more fun bullying Whumpee. And actually, he didn't even know if Whumper would let them live if they knew the truth. 

"I will ask you some questions like earlier. Everytime you lie, I will hit you for punishment. Deal?"

"Y-yes…"

"Good. You signed for this." Whumper paced back and forth slowly behind Henchman. "First question, where were you when Whumpee broke the vase?"

"Y-you asked that earlier—"

A sharp, burning pain landed across Henchman's back. He took a deep breath, holding his trembling body as Whumper repeated their question. "Tell me the truth."

"T-toilet—"

Another hit, another pitiful whine and whimper.

"I don't believe that. I will ask you for the third time, where were you when Whumpee broke the vase?"

Henchman stayed silent, sniffling and panting softly. Whumper sighed, lifting the belt again to leave another mark on his back. "Answer me—"

"W-watching!"

Whumper raised an eyebrow, lowering their hands. "Watching?"

"Y-yes…"

"...You watched them break the vase?"

Henchman nodded and something clicked inside Whumper's mind. They grabbed a fistful of Henchman's hair, pulling it upwards to meet his gaze. With a gritted teeth, they asked, "Did you force Whumpee to do it?"

No answers. Only a look of pure fear reflecting in Henchman's eyes. Whumper let go of his hair and without hesitation, sending a few painful strikes across Henchman's back. He let out a blood-curdling scream, arching his back as he pleaded desperately for Whumper to stop.

"I will keep doing this until I heard some truths coming out from that filthy mouth."

~

"Ah, little one's sleeping."

Whumper murmured softly. They sat beside Whumpee's small bed, looking at their peaceful expression. 

'They move a lot in their sleep, huh?'

Whumper thought, pulling the blanket up under Whumpee's chin. They tucked Whumpee's arms inside, feeling guilt washed over them.

If only they listen to Whumpee. If only they investigate the matter first before punishing them, Whumpee wouldn't end up in this state.

Whumpee stirred awake in their sleep, looking up at Whumper with half-lidded eyes. Whumper smiled softly. "Hi, little one…"

They pushed a few strands of hair out of Whumpee's forehead before looking at them apologetically. "I'm sorry about your hands, I should have known it's not your fault…"

Whumper sighed. "Are you mad at me?" 

Whumpee hummed a little before shaking their head. It's not Whumper's fault, it's Henchman's. Even though they lost their hands for nothing, Whumpee still wasn't mad at them. They were mostly only scared…

"I can't give you your hands back but I will let you rest for…um, three days? Are three days okay?"

Whumpee nodded again, smiling this time. Whumper sighed in relief, ruffling Whumpee's hair. "I already fired Henchman, you won't see him again, okay?"

"Mhm…" Whumpee hummed softly. Little did they know Henchman's already dead and was being fed to Whumper's dogs because of them.

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @risk606 @heyyitsworld @electrons2006

[jamsterrr]

SEONGHWA .. FATAL ATTRACTION 7

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 2k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , oral sex , dirty talking, may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 6 here.

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part seven ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Your mind was spinning. You didn't think you'd find yourself in this predicament again. Your body clung to Seonghwa's as it moved in perfect symphony with yours.

Your nails scratched marks into the males back as your vision became cloudy. The only thought in your mind was Seonghwa. How his lips matched perfectly to yours. His length stretching you wide as you could feel the male throbbing deep inside of you. Moans escaping from both of your lips as you bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to make as much sound.

It all started the previous day where you were sat on his lap, feeling the males bulge against your ass, trying not to move to agitate it more. Though it became more and more hard by the time the guys finished playing the game. Your back was relaxed against Seonghwa's as you played your own game on your phone. One by one everyone went their own way. Lily finally came back in with Mrs. Park, walking up to Mingi and asking him to follow her. Hongjoong and Yeosang went up to the room the two shared, Mrs. Park did speak, but excused herself to go to her room and get some sleep.

After everyone found themselves something to do, you got off of Seonghwa's lap, a blush flushing over your cheeks, looking around before speaking. "Why are you h-har-?" you asked, your voice in a slight panic. "I don't know". He in fact did know. Something about the dress you were wearing turned him on.

The way it rolled up your thighs when you walked. The material soft and plushy against his skin. The way it matched so perfectly with your skin tone. It was a sight to sore eyes. You shook your head and laughed. "We aren't even dating, and you still can't stop swooning over me" you laugh and watch the male grab you by your waist. Laughing you look up at him as you place your hands on his. "What if, we ignore that break up?" he asks, your head turning to his. You slightly widen your eyes as you slowly turn to his. "W-what?" You stutter, blinking trying to let the words you just heard process.

It was like he read your mind. Did he know what you were thinking about earlier? "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just meant as, maybe we could attempt to be back together" Seonghwa spoke, his voice now a bit more serious than before. You noticed the tone shift and gently took his hand, pulling him towards the outside of the house. To get more privacy in the matter the both of you would be talking about.

"Seonghwa, you want to get back together?" you asked, a little dumb founded by the sudden burst of knowledge. "Yeah, I don't think it's that hard to comprehend Y/N" Seonghwa spoke back to you.

Rolling your eyes you shake your head. "Remember, you were the one to break up with me Hwa." You said, your voice a little stern with attitude behind. Seonghwa gently pulled your hand, leading you back away from the house. Leading you down a trail to where you could finally talk in assured privacy.

"Because I felt like you weren't in, you kept getting mad at me over the smallest things. Work became your priority, and I was put on the back burner when I was just trying to help you" Seonghwa confessed, his eyes looking at you sincerely. You left your mouth agape, wanting to say something. You wanted badly to disagree with you. But you knew he was right.

The times of Seonghwa doing small gestures for you that you just excused. Working tirelessly at work and barely seeing Seonghwa, when you did, you didn't want to be around him. "I'm sorry..." you softly mumbled, your eyes tearing up. Seonghwa gently shook his head and stepped close, placing your head on his chest as his arm wrapped tightly around him. "It's okay, I just want you Y/N, it has always been you and it will always be you" Seonghwa spoke softly.

You couldn't stop the emotion coming from your body as you looked up to meet your eyes with Seonghwa, his eyes staring down at you. As you looked up, you felt a rain drop drip on to your face. Seonghwa seeing and looking into the sky. Rain started to pour on the both of you. But the two of you didn't move. The rain was sentimental. It was like a lock and key in the relationship. The rain poured as Seonghwa smiled and pulled you in by your waist, gently spinning you around as you grabbed his hand. A bit startled by the movements but allowing your feet to carry you and your heart to lead you.

It felt a bit romantic as the two of you got soaked, the rain dampening your clothes, your hair. The drops cold against both of your warm skin.

"I'd want nothing more than to be your girlfriend Seonghwa, I'm yours and I always will be" you spoke softly, your eyes glistening as you looked at the male.

--

You and Seonghwa made your way back to the cabin, thudding through the home carefully. "What about our footprints?" you asked. "Hmm, you're right" Seonghwa smiled and scooped you up bridal style, carrying you throughout the house, up the stairs and into the two of yours shared bedroom.

"God, Seonghwa, we are going to be in so much trouble, go back down and clean up the footprints" you gently patted his chest as the male sat you down on the bathtub. "God" he groaned playfully before chuckling and making his way back downstairs, grabbing the mop.

You sat on the tub, giggling and blushing, kicking your feet softly at the thought of being back together with Seonghwa. You slowly stripped, removing the dress from your body, reaching and turning on the shower. You heard the room door open and looked up to see Seonghwa standing at the door frame, covering his eyes. Hands two inches away from his eyes. "Oh, I should have knocked, want me to come back? I can wait until you get out" he spoke, his eyes still covered.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before, plus you're wet and I don't want you to get sick" You spoke. "I'm comfortable."

"Sure?"

"Sure." you reassured before he uncovered his eyes and looked at you, stepping into the bathroom before he got undressed, his clothes dropping beside yours before he stepped in the shower, and you doing the same.

It felt oddly comfortable to be around Seonghwa once again. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your body, pressing himself against you. You couldn't tell if it was from the water of the shower, but you could feel your core heat up.

Seonghwa leaned into your ear, pressing a couple of kisses to your earlobe. "What are you doing?" you asked the male, your breath hitching slightly. "Just kissing what's mine again" the male spoke, his hands travelling down your sides as he gently squishes them. Your breath hitched as you felt the males slightly cold hands run down your body. "We are supposed to be showering." you spoke, your hands taking his as you turn to face him. Seonghwa looked into your eyes as he cupped your cheeks, smashing his lips against yours, not giving you time to even catch your breath. But you didn't fight or pull away, you've wanted to kiss him like this for the longest. Both of your lips moving in perfect harmony with each other's.

One of the male's hands travelled back to your side and gently squished it, you squirm at the male's touch. Seonghwa spoke in-between kisses. "Y/N, *kiss*, I want you" he admitted, you pulling away to look at him once again. You couldn't deny the feeling you got when looking at Seonghwa, and for the first time in a long time, you were able to allow yourself to give into the male, knowing how much you wanted him after all this time.

"I want you too, Seonghwa" and that was all the confirmation that the male needed before your back was gently pressed to the cold shower wall, Seonghwa gently taking your leg into his hand as his lips smashed back against yours. Your hands wrapping around his body before he aligned himself up with your entrance. You felt the male's tip pushing and stretching your hole. There wasn't much time for foreplay beforehand or getting used to him once again, before you let out a slightly loud moan at the stretch. Your eyes shutting before you heard his voice. "Look at me Y/N."

Your eyes shot open as you looked into his eyes. His body started to move, his pelvis slapping against yours. Moans escaped from both of your mouths as you tangled your hands in the male's hair. His other handheld you tightly while one of them played with the soft plush of your breast.

You were a bit embarrassed at how fast the knot in your stomach formed, though you could tell Seonghwa was close as well, the look on his face giving it away. To be fair you haven't had sex since you broke up with Seonghwa, finding it not enjoying, plus you were too focused on work and the people you did meet with seemed not like him. And you weren't easy, not willing to give it up to just anyone. You whimpered as you gently held onto the male, your lips agape as he leaned his head back. The male's thrust getting deeper and faster with each thrust, hitting the sensitive spongey part in your body. "Oh, god. Right there." you moaned out a bit louder, but quickly covered your mouth after realizing that you weren't the only people there. Oh, how embarrassing that would be.

Seonghwa's length twitched into you as his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot that was sure to leave a mark after he pulled away, moaning quietly against your skin. You uncovered your mouth as you looked at Seonghwa, your nails scratching down the males back as he pulled out. "Ah fuck-" he stopped, and you took your hands, pumping his cock as his fingers slipped into you. The two of you pumped each other until you both moaned. You moaned and clenched around the male's fingers, releasing your cum on his fingers as his shot small beads onto your belly.

Both you and Seonghwa removed your hands from each other as you both took a second to calm down as you glanced at him, blushing slightly. "Hm, you didn't last long" the male teased. "Neither did you" you teased back. Seonghwa laughing. "I haven't had sex in a while" he admitted. "Me too" you spoke as he looked at you with a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Let's wash up and get settled in for the night hm?" the male questioned and you nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

--

You and Seonghwa finished showering, drying off and changing into something comfortable. It was around 8pm at this time, you flopped on the bed letting your mind wonder as Seonghwa got onto the bed and laid on top of you as he placed a kiss to your chest. "This day has probably been the best one here" he mumbled as his eyes were closed and his head laid on your chest. You ran your hands through the male's hair. "I'm so happy we are back together, you don't understand."

"I think I have a pretty good idea" Seonghwa spoke.

The two of you were startled hearing a scream come from downstairs. You sat up and heard another scream and a few more muffled yells come from downstairs.

"What was that?" You asked as Seonghwa sat up and opened the door.

"Y/N, GET DOWN HERE!"

"Fucking Lily." you thought as you sighed, taking Seonghwa’s hand in yours as you both bade your way downstairs.

a/n: uh ohhh, what do you think Lily is up to today~!! qotd: what's your current favorite food?

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 8 here.

[zoropookie]

Scara and Y/N having the couples bracelet(Look it up if you don't know) and beeping it when they miss each other🤭

"I swear, I'm going through withdrawals." You complained, sitting back, toying with the bracelet on your hand impulsively.

"You don't even have to do too much, you can turn me on with just a touch," Hu Tao sang in response.

"Hilarious," You groaned, rubbing your temples in mild grief. The trinket on your hand became a source of comfort for you in the days that you were an even longer distance from your boyfriend.

Annual TwitchCon happened — and this time, you actually were a featured guest. Furina managed to nudge you a spot at the panel happening in a few hours, so you were sat here, in writing mental agony over not being able to see Kuni for the remainder of the time.

For now, you were in the meet and greet session, consistently taking photos and signing autographs of people you were surprised even look like fans. Pretty sure you saw someone who looked like Satoru Gojo at one point in line. Was it on brand to cosplay here, or...?

The convention was a kaleidoscope of blended colors and disco-ball like brightness. There was a mild hum of mild chatter filling the air within the line, and your table was adorned with merchandise that you were pretty excited about. It made you realize how little you decorate your things in your house.

Each fan that approached you brought a different kind of joy with them, sweaty and all, which brought you joy too. Often not doing too well in public scenarios, you and Hu Tao were handling it well without the (fatherly) arms of Thoma helping you two out.

"I mean, why didn't they want to go with us anyway?" You huffed, sitting back in your chair, accepting the small interval. "It would have helped having more than one person being beside my hip at any given moment."

"You're as dependent as they come," Hu Tao shook her head. "You'll be aight."

"And what if I'm not?" You turned your head to her. "Huh? What if I keel over and die today just because everyone decided to ditch us? Decided to stop at the gate of the lion enclosure just because they were too scared? Kuni isn't even here. He said he'd be here."

Your friend sighed, closing her eyes in mild annoyance. "Listen, dumbass. You can't depend on him for everything, I mean, you were the same person who was making snide comments on him a few months ago, even you knew. He's got a life now, just text him or something and leave it at that until we're done." She murmured.

You puffed your lip into a pout, eyes narrowing towards your bracelet again. He hasn't even made it known that he missed you at all today, and you were forced to believe he was busy because of it. "You're right, I guess."

"I always am, now start putting in the work putting in the hours. We got a quota to fill before lunch and I want that shoyu ramen they're selling up front." Hu Tao said, immediately being pleasant and nice to the fans approaching her.

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to shift your persona back into a more public one away from your sullen mood. The line stretched on forever, and each person you were met with carried uniqueness to them. From their stories or their special connections they felt with you despite the drama.

You adjusted your posture, and even though the lingering thoughts of Kuni plagued your head, you still signed every single item you were given on that table with a special message.

As you were about to sign the next autograph, you felt your bracelet vibrate, sending an initial shock to you before the jolt sent you in a more cheerful mood than expected. The moon on your bracelet showed a soft aura of blue around it, which gave you the signal that he missed you.

"Ah!" You yelled, startling the fan in front of you.

Hu Tao narrowed her eyes towards you without directly turning her head. You were toying with your bracelet, tapping on it very aggressively in response, sending multiple tremors to your boyfriend's end. "What are you doing?"

"Sending him vibrations."

Hu Tao slowly looked towards the confused fan in front of you, before giving her an apologetic look. "...Did he stick the bracelet up his ass, or what?"

[saintsenara]

In Marauder era (or 1st Wizarding World era) fics, all the characters that we know from the actual books/movies (i.e., The Marauders + Lily, the Malfoys, Bellatrix, etc.), or just characters that are more known, are all put in Hogwarts together at the same time, and it confuses me.

They couldn’t have all been at school together, could they? And even if they were, most of them would have to be years ahead, no? It especially confuses me when Bellatrix is the one in school with them, but her and Narcissa are the only ones that are ever mentioned. Andromeda is literally not that much younger than Bella and older than Narcissa, so you would think that she would appear, yet she doesn’t. Why exactly are they always all bunched together? And what are their actual ages?

this is a bit of worldbuilding which i'm not fond of either, anon.

i get why it happens - hogwarts is a school and, therefore, requires a large cast of characters as fellow students, and since marauders-era writers don't have the advantage that lightning gen writers do of being able to lift these characters directly from the text, the few names we do know from canon of people who lived and died during the first war get used to fill in the gaps.

there are also - obviously - some inconsistencies in the text itself caused by jkr's functional innumeracy. if we take the date of birth given for bellatrix on the black family tree she drew in 2006 - 1951 - then she would graduate hogwarts in either 1969 or 1970, depending on when in the year her birthday is. but sirius says in goblet of fire that she was friends with snape at school.

i ignore sirius and go with the given date of birth because it works better for my worldbuilding - and i have andromeda born in 1953 [leaving hogwarts in 1971 or 1972] and narcissa born in 1955, as per the family tree, but in the autumn [therefore leaving hogwarts in 1974 - and married in 1975, allowing narcissa's wedding to be the last time sirius sees bellatrix, since, as he tells us in order of the phoenix, this took place when he was fifteen] - but i think authors can shift the sisters' birthdays later if they do want to have them overlap more with the marauders generation without it being too much of a problem.

lucius malfoy's date of birth can be worked out fairly easily from canon. in the autumn of 1995, he's forty-one - as we're told in order of the phoenix - which means he was born in 1954 [or - if he has a winter birthday - late 1953] and was at hogwarts between either 1965-1972 or 1966-1973 depending on when in the year his exact birthday is - if it's october 1953-august 1954, he's in the former cohort; if it's september 1954 [which is when the article in which his age is mentioned is published] then he's in the latter. we know he overlaps with the marauders cohort very briefly - since he's shown meeting snape in the prince's tale - but, since he's either a sixth- or seventh-year at the time, i find it unlikely that he paid james and sirius much attention, or that they paid him much attention in turn.

[lucius must - let's be real - go rather under the radar, since he's clearly able to recruit death eaters while at school - and immediately after leaving it - without being noticed.]

what i'm much less inclined to be flexible on is the fanon which has characters like dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon, emmeline vance, and so on all be at hogwarts with the marauders - which doesn't work for me for the very basic reason that the order of the phoenix is not an army of child soldiers.

the implication of canon is definitely that the four marauders and lily are an exception to the make-up of the rest of the order - likely for the sensible tactical reason that dumbledore had all the ministry infiltrators he needed, but didn't have people who would be able to provide information about voldemort's recruitment of younger death eaters, which the marauders were clearly able to do by virtue of having been at school with them all [and - in sirius' case - being related to two of them].

it's also clear in the text that dorcas meadowes [who is the only person in the first war other than james and lily we know was killed by voldemort himself] must have been an important political figure - otherwise the dark lord would have left her for one of his minions - and that james and lily don't know marlene mckinnon well enough for her to have been a school friend.

[if she was - as is the common fanon - sirius' teenage girlfriend, i would like to hope that lily's letter to him mentioning her death would devote a little more space to the event than it canonically does...]

what i love to see is the rest of the order - hardened aurors and civil servants who've been locked into the war with voldemort since the marauders started school - being a combination of faintly amused and supremely irritated by the group of cocky young bastards who've just turned up at their meetings, and who seem to think the whole "being a paramilitary" thing is a big laugh.

[especially because it's then so much easier to explain why everyone involved could believe that sirius was guilty...]

[papayatori]

Matcha Green

Oneshot! x fem!reader Okkotsu Yuta tw: angst, mentions of mental abuse, parental toxicity, fluff

Yuta was my best friend. He never failed to be there when I needed him, especially right now.

I was sitting on his couch, pouring my poor soul out to him. Did I feel guilty? Immensely, but he would never show it if it bothered him.

His hand rubbed my back gently, comforting me as I cried. I wasn't sure why life had decided to kick my ass specifically today, but, it wasn't like I could change the events of the past.

"You're gonna be okay, I'm right here." He whispered gently, not even bothering to ask me why I was crying like this, of why I had brought my suitcase. I nodded at him, leaning on his shoulder for support.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered in between my sobs. I shook, not knowing what else to say, what else to do. He shook his head directly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for.." He whispered back. "..though, if I may ask, what happened?" His voice was laced with concern, and I felt stupid for not mentioning it before, but I just couldn't.

My parents had kicked me out of the house, well, they hadn't really done that, more like packed my bags for me and left them outside. It was so sudden I didn't even know what to do, or even where to go. My parents had never been great to me, but they had never done anything physical, or anything as drastic as this. "I'm not even really sure myself, if I'm being honest." I mumbled, crying easing up a little. He waited for me to continue, gazing down at me. "They kicked me out, Yu.." I whispered, not looking him in the eyes. I saw his expression change from that of shock and disbelief to an angry look rather quickly.

"What?" He said, his jaw slightly locked. I shook my head, willing him not to be angry. I wrapped my arms around him, tucking my head into his chest.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." I mumbled, squeezing tightly. He shifted to make me more comfortable, his arm wrapping around me completely.

"You can stay here with me if you're comfortable with that.." He mumbled, still angry. "I've got the spare down the hallway, it's not like you don't practically live here anyways." He chuckled slightly.

Sadly, I couldn't argue. I stayed here a lot to avoid my parents when they got angry or upset with me. Most of the time, they wouldn't even give me a reason, and if they did, it was over little things.

"Thank you, Yu." I mumbled, my grip tightening on the fabric of his shirt. I could feel his eyes on me without having to look. I couldn't help but feel the flutter of my heart, no matter how much I wanted to deny it.

"Do you have your things? All of them?" He asked. That was a question I didn't really know the answer to.

"Not sure.. I have some of them, but I didn't pack them. When I got home from work I found my things in the yard, the rest of them are in the car.." I mumbled. If he wasn't angry before, he most definitely was now.

"And they didn't explain *anything*?" He asked, his muscles tensing slightly. I shook my head.

"You know my parents, Yu. They never do." He shook his head to my statement, disappointed. "Besides, I don't want to go back." I mumbled, a little defeated. His gaze softened with his touch, rubbing circles on my arm slightly.

"I can't say as I blame you." He said with a chuckle. "Either way, its safer for you here regardless."

"As sad as it is, you're right." I let out a large sigh. I was honestly just exhausted.

"You hungry?" He asked, doing his best to lighten the mood again. I looked up at him, a small smile on my face.

"Always." He chuckled at me slightly, I felt the rumble in his chest as he did so. My cheeks heated significantly.

He stood, and I felt the cool air surround me where his body had once been. I felt the pang of disappointment as he walked into the kitchen. I stood, following him.

"I wasn't planning on having anyone else to share this with, so I think it's a good thing I bought extra." He stated, holding up a few packs of ramen. I was practically drooling.

"Couldn't be more thankful." I said, my eyes wide with anticipation. "I haven't eaten anything today." His eyes looked at me with a concerned look at first, but didn't refute. Instead, he chuckled lightly.

"You can't keep doing that, y/n." He looked at me, a glint of worry in his eyes that was masked by his smile. I nodded.

"I know, I know." I said, crossing my arms a little and looking down at the floor.

The water had started boiling, I could see the steam rising as he stood over the stove, stealing glances at me occasionally as I sat on a stool at the island. He was whistling to himself, keeping himself busy. I couldn't help but find it cute, though I would never tell him that. I suppose he felt my gaze, because he looked back at me with a small smirk on his face.

"Something tells me you're not staring at me like that because of the ramen." He joked, laughing softly. I averted my gaze, pouting a little that I had been caught. My face turned a dark red.

"Who said I was staring?" I mumbled. He laughed again.

"The way you're acting tells me that you were, even if you deny it." I glared at him playfully. His hands went up playfully in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." We both giggled a little then, enjoying whatever it was we were doing. Though, this didn't feel like a normal conversation we would usually have. The growing silence felt tense, and I found myself nervous and uneasy.

He handed me a bowl of the ramen that he had so generously decided to share with me.

"Thanks, Yu." I mumbled, digging in without any warning. He chuckled from beside me.

"Slow down, you're going to burn yourself." He chuckled, smirking at me slightly as he ate his own. I groaned in acceptance.

We ate quietly, just sort of enjoying the company of the other. I missed this feeling. I loved how carefree I felt here with him, how I didn't have to hide my emotions or feel like I was walking on eggshells constantly. That was something the sanctity of my *own* home couldn't even provide, though I suppose I couldn't call it *my* home anymore, could I? I shook my head softly.

"It's odd to think that I'm happier here with you than I was in the one place that was suppose to be my comfort." I mumbled, eyeing him cautiously. He smiled.

"I'm not sure if I'm happy to hear that, or mildly concerned." He chuckled a bit, reaching over to squeeze my shoulder slightly. I tiled my head to lean on his hand. "I guess I'm happy to be the one to give that to you.."

"You're always so kind, Yuta." I mumbled, thinking a little bit. A thought came to my mind. "Matcha." I said excitedly, snapping my fingers a little and looking over at his confused expression.

"What?" He smiled a little, amused.

"You know how, when you sit down in a coffee shop, with a warm cup of matcha, you feel at ease? Sort of like comforted simply because of the warm vibes, the comforting and homey green color of the matcha setting the tone. I don't think I've *ever* been sad when I drink matcha..." I rambled a little. He nodded, still confused.

"Sure, but, where are you going with this?" I giggled at his confused expression.

"That's sort of how I feel about you, too. You always manage to make me smile, to comfort me, even in times like this." His expression softened as he took his hand in mine.

"That's what I'm here for." He mumbled, his face tinting a soft shade of pink that matched my own. "What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't give that to you?" He said.

"A pretty shitty one, but that's why you're not shitty." I giggled a little, squeezing his hand. I felt myself lean forward a little bit, instinctively. He was doing the same, and my heart was beating a little rapidly.

"Well, I'm definitely not shitty. Especially not with you complimenting me so much." He chuckled. He placed a gently kiss on my forehead, sending me in to shock as he stood and grabbed both of our bowls, carrying them to the sink the rinse them lightly. I was left dumbfounded. He turned around slightly, a smirk on his face.

"Too much?" He asked, too confidently. I shook my head vigorously, not being able to form sentences. He chuckled lightly, drying his hands off. I caught his gaze again as he walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my seated position. I was a flustered mess, though I still let my head fall to his chest. He took a deep breath, rubbing circles on my arms.

"This is either going to ruin everything, or makes this situation a hell of a lot easier." He mumbled, sitting his chin on top of my head. I looked up at him questioningly, feeling my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I urged him to continue. "Have you ever wondered *why* I'm like this with you?" I pondered for a second, not ever really being aware of the thought ever crossing my mind.

"Not really, I just sort of took it and ran with it." I said honestly. He squeezed my arm.

"My feelings for you won't allow me to be anything else with you." He mumbled softly, kissing the top of my head so gently it set my heart ablaze. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, terrified of where this was going, but excited. I couldn't deny the fluttering of my chest. "I like you, you know? I was wondering when you'd catch on."

My eyes widened, and I pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes, making sure he was serious. He smiled down at me, a little bit of uneasiness in his expression lingered the longer I chose not to speak. I took a breath.

"I don't think I ever would have had you not said anything…” I mumbled. Though, I smiled big at him. “But at least I know now that the feeling is mutual..” I heard him release a breath he was holding in.

“I think I might’ve had a heart attack had you said anything other than that…” he whispered, his eyes distant as a small smile crept onto his features. I giggled a little bit, feeling better already. “..but, with that out of the way… do you think you would be ready for something?” He asked kindly, reaching his hand to gently hold my cheek. I blushed furiously. “You know, with me?” He asked anxiously.

I grinned wide, already knowing my answer.

“I would be a fool to say no to that cute smile…” I said, reaching up to touch his face. He leaned into my touch, smiling bigger.

Without another warning, his hand gently pulled my chin up to meet his lips. His kiss was gentle, soft, and welcoming. I giggled into it, knowing I would never be able to be as happy without him.

He pulled back, staring down into my eyes with a giddy glint in his own.

“Now that that’s out of the way, how about some Matcha?”

[moumouton4]

Heey, who are you doing mate?

I don't remember if it's the first time I request, but I'll say it's is anyway, you can just delete this request if you don't want to do it ^^

So, what about, Muichiro x reader, who cry easily, and is afraid of a lot of things, but when some demon injure him or an other demon slayer infront of them, they just turns rage mode and slays the demon easily. When Mui go check on them, they're crying and saying how fucking scared they are and how they shouldn't just act out of rage like that.

I need Mui's reaction, I think it would be hilarious lol

Killer Boss Mode || Muichiro Tokito x reader

A/n : Hello lovely I hope you'll like it took me some time because I'm speed running One Piece hahahha

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, explicit mention of violence, blood, I mean yo uguys are fighting a demon lol

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count :1186

To be honest he didn’t know how you managed to get through the whole training necessary to become a demon slayer and live here amongst the Hashiras. And he would never shy away from giving you a piece of his mind, each time your weaknesses were on display.

“Y/n…” he would sigh urgently, his attention divided between the demon you were fighting and the tears rolling down your cheeks “Crying is not going to help any of us get rid of this guy right now.”

Rolling his eyes he would nevertheless gently lead you towards a safer area while he continues fighting. You were his partner and he loved you very much, but even though he couldn't help the harshness of his tone when it came to this matter. He knew you had the skills to be there, but in spite of this, the intensity of your emotions was such that it prevented you from doing anything else during the fights other than shaking with adrenaline and letting too much emotion escape through big tears.

That is one of the reasons why his protectiveness towards you skyrocketed during your last missions together. He couldn't help feeling this way towards you, knowing you could get a fatal hit at any moment if you were too distracted by your own emotions, and that he was the only one able to protect you. He once lost so much, and now that he had the strength to protect what makes him happy day after day, he wasn't going to let anything happen to you.

Suddenly as he was deep in thoughts he felt a rough hit strike him in the torso, sending him flying backwards against a rock, which cracked with the force of the impact. A loud gasp escaped his mouth as the air was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes widened, praying for his head didn't hit the rock. He looked as choked as you were, his blue eyes wide with surprise. Your heart ached at what you were seeing.

That is when you started feeling some bubbling inside your chest. A warmth that at first felt weird, scary even. But as the seconds passed you felt the atmosphere shift, it’s as if a tornado had been unleashed, and it was going to take you at any moment... straight to your enemy, the person who had done this to Muichiro.

You didn’t even notice when your hand grabbed the handle of your katana. Your grip so tight your knuckles turned white. If you could have seen your reflection, when you looked ahead of you focusing on the demon’s every move, you would have seen them turning a flashing e/c. Gritting your teeth, you took one single step ahead, and that is all your opponent could actually see with how fast your movements were.

Saying this demon didn’t know what hit him was a euphemism. Your strikes were swift and deadly. But you were seeing red, the violence with which Muichiro was hurled against that rock had stung you in such a way that only your opponent's blood could quench your thirst for vengeance. Each one of your assaults was accompanied by a loud shriek that resonated throughout the forest, as you katana slashed through the flesh.

Meanwhile Muichiro stayed there, the shock of the hit now fading, he had to deal with the shock of what his eyes were seeing. For a moment he wondered if he was really awake, if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him again. After shaking his head a few times and pinching himself as a precautionary measure, he had to accept that what he was seeing was reality.

You, his weeper s/o, you did your damnedest, giving your opponent no chance. His gaze was attentive to your every blow, analyzing the unprecedented perfection of each of your attacks. Of course, he knew you were skilled enough, but this was the first time he had seen you like this on the battlefield.

Suddenly he felt something splashed onto him, a warm, metallic-smelling substance : blood. He wiped it off with the back of his hand before standing up with a grunt, taking a wobbly step before regaining his balance and walking towards you. It was only when he put his hand on your shoulder that you snapped out of your trance.

"Y/n ? I think he has had enough," he spoke in a calm but commanding tone.

His hand tightened on your shoulder as he gently but firmly pulled you back. All that remained in front of you was a bloody pile of beaten flesh. As you remained silent, he added, "You could have done that earlier, it would have saved me from being hit in the first place."

It was then that you realized what was in front of you... what you had just done. A scream tried to escape your lips, but nothing came out. Your katana slipped from your hand, before falling to the ground in a wet thud. Under his hand, he felt your shoulder shake harder and harder, as you wept in deafening silence.

Seeing your shock, he said nothing but pulled you against his chest, trying as best he could to comfort you. Finally you turned against his chest, burying your face against his clothes, before whispering, “M-Muichiro… I-I was so f-fucking scared… I-I thought h-he was gonna- Are you o-kay ?” you interrupted yourself to check on him.

He blinked in surprise at the stutter in your voice, an almost visible question mark drawing itself above his head, he was the one supposed to ask you how you were feeling right now, not the other way around, but at the end he nodded, “I’m fine but that is not the question…” he looked at you almost suspiciously. He was both fascinated by the strength you just displayed and amused by the look you were giving him.

“I-I’m so so sorry I shouldn’t h-have lost my t-temper” you mumbled, still shaken up with emotions.

He shook his head, a subtle smile almost appearing on his lips, “Nonsense, that is actually the best you could have done.”

“B-but he is-”

“Crushed ? Smashed ? Squashed ?” he said emotionlessly. 

“Muichiro !” you exclaimed, you were already very ashamed of this mishap. But he took your hand in his.

“That is why we were asked to come here after all. Don’t tell me you are sorry for the demon ?” his tone dropped almost dangerously.

“NO ! No, of course not !” your eyes widened as you gripped his clothes tighter.

“Then there isn’t any problem for you to worry about” he said with a smile returning to his lips “We can go back home now.”

He bent down and picked your katana up, before wiping the blood off the blade with his sleeve. He pushed it back in your sheath, making sure it was securely held. Then his arm wrapped around your waist while the other kept a hold of your trembling ones. Even he could agree to say that you deserved a nice moment in a warm onsen... with him of course.

[auncyen]

I make an attempt at writing for Loop. This has 2hat spoilers from the get-go so it's allll under a cut, but actually takes place in act 3 (with Bad Touch).

That little song and dance Stardust does with the Fighter in every loop is so funny, so pathetic! They recite their pun every time to make him laugh, and then he reaches out, almost touches them, but he doesn't! He won't! He's not your Fi--Isabeau. This one is the Fighter because he's not your Isabeau.

(And you can't forget Isabeau's name. Not again.)

It's a strange difference between your Isabeau and this copy of him. Your Isabeau was willing to touch you. You remember a cautious but warm touch on the shoulder, sweaty hands holding your gloved ones and grounding you. ...You hold your arms more tightly. You miss that. Hah, no wonder Stardust is so needy! His Fighter won't touch him at all. But...you do wonder why their party seems to have that idea, that they're made of glass. Yours didn't.

...

...

You don't...think they did? They didn't on the third floor. You know that. (But even your Isabeau was cautious, wasn't he?)

You...try to put that out of mind. Stardust is coming. Wouldn't do to be muddled and maudlin when you have a Siffrin hanging on to your every word! Honestly, what would he do without you?

(He'd be going numb, because he'd be constantly dying to the King. Bastard doesn't know how blinding lucky they are.)

They start the old little song and dance. Pun, not-quite-shoulder-touch, lunge forward--whoa whoa WHOA WHAT IS THAT IDIOT DOING?!

The kiss is broken the same second you register what's happening, Isabeau pushing him away, and right then you know, the Fighter is your Isabeau, your Isabeau is still here, you remember--

the world shifts.

"Hi Isa, I need to do the Favor Tree thing!"

"Oh! Sorry, I'm in your way then, aren't I? I'll get out of your hair, see you at the Clocktower!!!"

No, but that's not what...

...Ha.

HA!

Oh, your Stardust really is such a coward! You can't help but make fun of them when they finally drag themself to the tree, their eye already downcast because they know you saw their shame.

"What were you afraid of? For him to finally see you? To see what kind of person you truly are?" You taunt him, but toss in as a kindness: "Maybe he would have accepted you, you know. Maybe you're not as disgusting as you think you are."

Because that's what your Isabeau did. He pushed you away in shock, and then he apologized, worried he'd bruised you physically or emotionally when you were already a husk that had just. You'd wanted to feel something nice for a moment, you'd wanted the warmth he kept teasing you with. You hadn't feared the consequences, it probably wouldn't even have fazed you if he'd punched you for trampling over his boundaries. The King fight had broken any scale for pain.

Is that why you didn't loop back, and Stardust did? You're still not quite sure how his loops work--but if that's the reason, oh, how funny! Their own luck cursed them. But it's still his fault for being so fragile.

"Or, stardust... Maybe you ARE that disgusting. Not letting the poor fighter make his own decisions! Who would do that! Or--"

"SHUT. UP."

...You ignored him the first two times, but this time he sounds mad enough to start a fight, so you pause the taunting.

"I don't want to talk or THINK about ANY of this." He glares, his eye squinting, trying to hold back the more fragile emotions. "Especially not with YOU."

But you're the only one who'd understand. You did nearly the same thing. You were disgusting too.

But that'd be telling far too much, so Stardust doesn't get to know~!

Next loop you stare at the Fighter. You've never let yourself before, but now you feel compelled to. That is Isabeau. When you were Siffrin, when you'd kissed him, he'd pushed you away, and then he'd panicked and apologized. You...think you had enough presence of mind to apologize too, aware what you'd done was wrong, even if knowing hadn't stopped you. Isa had laughed a little. Said it was-- 'well, kind of sudden, warn a guy next time maybe, but also could next time maybe be now?'

'better watch out then,' you'd said, and somewhere in you there'd still been a real smile or something close enough, and you'd moved in more slowly, not quite sure how you were actually supposed to do it in a romantic way, but Isa had made it easy for you by meeting you halfway.

You'd kissed a lot, that afternoon. And you're pretty sure you talked more in that loop than any other, because even if Isa liked kissing you he was a little worried about what had possessed you to be so daring, especially when he thought you didn't like touching. You'd explained that no, you had no idea you'd been flinching when people tried touching you, you wish they would (it'd be such a nice difference from the King beating the life from your body, please please please), and Isa had groaned hilariously loud into his hands 'THERE COULD HAVE BEEN SIF HUGS THIS WHOLE TIME?', his face darkening with hilarious fluster as soon as he caught himself.

You'd loved that afternoon.

You'd never dared repeated it. You might have done something wrong, made Isa upset as he rightfully should have been. You might have broken the next time he asked you what was wrong and told him about the loops. You'd made sure. To just stay in the timeline where Isa knew it was okay to touch you and passed it on to the others. You drank in those precious touches.

...And then you'd forgotten that afternoon.

And then you'd accidentally ruined the sleepover that now had hugs and a 'congratulations, you figured out communication' headpat from Odile (you can't remember if she actually said that or not, but it certainly seems something she'd say) by getting overwhelmed and crying once, and you'd made sure to never do it again by claiming you were tired early and never repeating the sleepover because YOU COULDN'T LET THEM KNOW, and so you'd just loop through the House, and you'd cut those loops shorter and shorter, with fewer and fewer of those precious touches until you were only going through one floor, but at least they didn't know, and--

oh, oh, oh! Stardust is coming! This is no time to unravel, you've got a show to watch. Pun, almost-shoulder-touch, and ah, Stardust improvises a small step away from Isa so they don't get tempted. They don't plan to try again, then? ...Maybe that's for the best. Don't want them getting distracted from breaking out of the loops! You have to keep them on task. And if they won't make a move...maybe, if you ever get free, Isabeau could be your Isabeau again?

You realize how ridiculous that thought is almost immediately. He has a crush on mousy little Siffrin, not a star. You look away from him, and remind yourself, the Fighter the Fighter the Fighter. He will never be your Isabeau again, because you are no longer Siffrin.

[katescorner]

but imagine popstar!hinata who debuts in a boy band, and his group finds success immediately. his rise to fame is fast but definitely well-deserved. he quickly becomes a fan favorite (some people were just meant for the stage!).

it's mid-day and popstar!hinata is craving protein, so he sneaks out wearing a beanie to cover his orange hair and a black mask for his nose and mouth. realistically, a fan could spot him a mile away, but he just needed a corndog or sausage or maybe a meat bun—something quick before people get on his trail.

popstar!hinata who always underestimates his popularity and only makes it down a couple blocks before he's mobbed. but he's fast, and he's able to break free from the crowd of fans and reporters and who knows who else. he's abandoned the mask now, and his beanie is shoved into his pocket haphazardly as he sprints down the avenue.

you're working a part-time job at some dinky little place. your shift has been unbearably slow, and you're convinced you won't survive it. you glance at the clock. your lunch break starts soon, and you hope no one comes in the next five minutes.

popstar!hinata bursts through the door just as you're about to punch out for lunch and immediately dives under a table to hide. eyes blown wide with surprise, you're about to ask him if he needs help when he shakes his head and quietly points at the door. you watch as a mob runs past the store. some are holding cameras, others banners, but everyone's shouting one name—shoyo.

popstar!hinata who feels extremely bad as you say fuck all and close up shop early (your manager only agreeing because he gets an autograph out of it) and promises to buy you lunch as a thank you for this. and it definitely doesn't hurt that he finds you super cute.

"if you take me out for lunch, am i going to make the front page next morning?"

"you mean when."

"no, i mean if."

"you don't believe i'll come back to treat you for lunch?"

popstar!hinata who's amused by you and decides to save his number to your phone (even though his publicist might kill him if anything happens) to show you he's not lying. he makes sure to take a selfie right then and there for his contact photo, and he names himself 'shoyo🍊🧡' (he debated putting the heart for two minutes; you pretended not to notice). similarly, he saves your contact with similar emojis (again you pretend not to notice the heart emoji).

"pick up when i call. i'm going to be looking forward to lunch."

"we'll see."

spoiler alert: his publicist lost her mind when she saw the two of you make headlines the morning after your lunch (date).