#i know the two boys mean well but they can come off kinda rude to her at the beginning idk 😭

[princekirijo]

Morgana is such an interesting character to me purely because whenever I see him my instant reaction is torn between petting him or drop kicking him out a window

[luv4fushi]

omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldn’t get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh 🥹 tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well

tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!

this december

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.

content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isn’t the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry

word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)

click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!

it’s december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. you’re less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. you’re not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because you’ve just recovered from a previous mission.

“why me?” you groan.

gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. you’re old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, you’ve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesn’t mind the bite.

“sorry, kid,” satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. “the higher ups requested for you specifically. they say you’ll get the job done in the cleanest way. we can’t have things getting messy before the holidays, right?”

“and you wouldn’t be the best choice?” you quip.

satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, he’ll always be your mentor. “hey, i’m going out of town that weekend. give me a break.”

you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. you’re not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoru’s wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes it’s hard to feel otherwise). hell, there’s the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.

“why couldn’t they just make yuta or megumi go?” you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumi’s name and hope satoru doesn’t catch on to the way you can barely say it.

satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldn’t he? he’s basically megumi’s dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoru’s six eyes mean you can’t hide anything from him (he’d been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).

satoru raises a brow. “oh, right. megumi’s coming along too.”

your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. “you’re lying.”

“i wish,” he jokes. “i was really hoping i’d get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i can’t believe you two broke up. maybe this’ll be a good thing!”

“i appreciate your honesty, but—”

“but megumi’s an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,” satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.

“please, gojo,” you call out after him, “i don’t wanna go with him.”

“sucks for you,” satoru responds halfheartedly. “merry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. you’ll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.”

“gojo!” you whine.

“it’s not a hard mission!” satoru insists like it’ll make your life any easier. “y’know, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!”

and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he can’t).

so that’s why you’re here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. you’re so glad that it’s a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what you’d do if you had checked into a love hotel.

megumi hasn’t spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of you—the one you’re still recovering from. he’d pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.

“i think we should break up.”

and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasn’t your fault—it was his. how cliche.

now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two aren’t confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.

“need help?” his tone is soft, tender—the tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.

you stare down at the luggage at your feet. you’ve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isn’t obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when it’s megumi.

“i’m okay,” you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.

the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps his’ll be a good way to get closure, though you’re not really sure what closure entails.

what you don’t expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.

if satoru gojo didn’t have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasn’t the strongest sorcerer alive), you would’ve wrung out his neck.

megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesn’t comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.

you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumi’s arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.

it’s a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one he’s claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that you’re not standing in the middle of the doorway.

you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. it’s stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. he’s just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something you’ll have to learn how to lose.

“thanks,” you manage to mutter. you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that you’ll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.

“i can take the couch,” megumi says.

it’s that easy with him; he’s a gentleman, so of course he’d take the couch. that’s the way megumi fushiguro is—he offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.

“no, don’t bother,” you croak. “i’ll book another room.”

“really?” he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “i mean, i don’t mind sharing a room with you… we’ve..”

we’ve shared a room countless of times before.

megumi doesn’t have to continue his sentence for you to understand what he’s implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. there’s no use arguing about it, not when you don't’ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.

“we’ve broken up,” you remind him in a quiet voice, like you’re afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.

megumi pauses. you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “i know that, but … it’ll be fine. we’ve shared a room as friends before.”

he’s right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagers—back when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didn’t notice.

“right,” you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.

“you should go get ready for bed.” megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. “we’ll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.”

to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.

and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. it’s december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and you’re in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.

december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. they’re piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.

“good morning,” he says. “your alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.”

you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. “oh.”

he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.

by the time you’re finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.

you furrow your brows. you can’t help but think that he’s being a little cold to you. it isn’t like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldn’t want to be sweet around you; you two aren’t dating anymore and so it makes sense that he’d go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons you’re less than willing to uncover.

your mission is a vague one; all you know is that it’s a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, it’s been given to you and megumi this year. megumi could’ve probably handled it himself. actually, you could’ve handled it yourself.

you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you don’t want to walk next to him?

“it’s all just bars,” you mutter.

with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. “well, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.”

you pale. “this sucks.”

“why do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?” he says, his tone strangely light.

“to deal with the brunt of the mission,” you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. you’re unsure as to what he’s talking about, so you think that it’s okay to give him a little bit of attitude.

he raises his brow but doesn’t comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, “no, stupid. it’s because this is the red-light district. it’s unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.”

your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think i’m pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, “i’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“i never said you weren’t,” megumi shoots back. “it would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.”

“i’m sure they’d understand,” you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.

“don’t be so pouty,” he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when you’re acting bratty.

you both decide to split up. well, it’s more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that it’ll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?

there’s about two curses you cross paths with every hour. you’re starting to lose your mind. shouldn’t the streets be infested with them? you don’t even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.

that’s when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldn’t jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.

so why on earth are you here? it’s not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. you’re both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldn’t send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless they’re planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo should’ve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unless…he wants you two dead…?

you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that you’ve been out here for longer than you expected. you’re starting to feel a chill in your bones—you had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; “it’s gonna get in the way!”

you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. it’s stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isn’t a square foot of anything that isn’t lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.

it’s lonely, you realize. it would’ve been less lonely with megumi.

you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though there’s really nothing much to see. he doesn’t return to the hotel room until late at night.

when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you don’t push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think it’ll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.

“g’night,” megumi mumbles in his sleep.

you smile and nuzzle closer.

it’s december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.

to no one’s surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when you’re finally back in the red-light district. you’re doing the last bit of cleanup, but there’s really nothing much for you to clean.

tomorrow, you’ll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.

it’s nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that you’ve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. you’ve been done for quite a while now, but you just haven’t found the courage to let megumi know that you’re ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldn’t hurt, right?

“hi, pretty.” a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.

you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you should’ve felt his presence coming from a mile away. it’s a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.

“hi,” you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.

the man isn’t as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so it’s kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. he’s got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.

“why’s someone like you alone?” he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.

you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.

“don’t touch my wife.”

the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusion—megumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry you’ve seen him in a while. and ‘wife’? what’s up with that?

“oh, my bad,” the man chuckles. “didn’t know this pretty thing was married.”

“this ‘pretty thing’ wants you to let her go,” you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, “right now.”

the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.

“wife?” you scowl. “we’re broken up.”

“guys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. it’s the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.”

you glare at him. “and how would you know? you come here often with girls?”

“...no?” he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. “i sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest way—”

“we aren’t, though. we’re not even in a relationship.” you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you can’t help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.

“i was trying to help you.” he’s calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. “let’s go home.”

“i don’t want to,” you argue.

“stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words. “you’re cold and you’ve been out here all day. if i hadn’t stopped those guys, you probably would’ve beat them up pretty badly.”

“i’m not a fucking brat!” you try to retract your hand, but megumi’s grip only tightens.

“baby, stop,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. “why are you so worked up, hm?”

from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.

you don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadn’t been, you would’ve thrown a punch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “it’s all my fault.”

“it is,” you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions you’ve been holding back bubble up to the surface.

“don’t be upset,” he almost pleads. “let’s go back, okay?”

the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two don’t talk about the usage of pet names, either.

when you open your eyes on december 22nd, you’re surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyance—he’s always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where you’re supposed to be headed, so you suppose that it’s for the best that he’d left before you.

the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is fresh—it must’ve snowed late last night after you’d fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. you’re not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.

there’s nothing to do anyway.

you’ve killed about 3 curses total and it’s really starting to look like you’ve been sent out here for busy work. you really should’ve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.

you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumi’s wrist. it’s one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. there’s a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. it’s pretty, you have to admit.

without much thought, you buy the gift.

the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you don’t answer her question. “um, would you like this to be wrapped?”

you nod absentmindedly. “oh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.”

she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isn’t a christmas gift and instead, it’s for someone’s birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.

you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you don’t mind—the bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? it’s not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.

reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?

you’re thankful that megumi hasn’t arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you can’t blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.

you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe that’ll wake you up enough to clear your mind. you’ve acted out once during this trip already and you’re not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.

you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.

he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. it’s so subtle that you would’ve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.

“is this for me?”

“no,” you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, “um, i mean.. yeah. i-i didn’t… i… happy birthday.”

he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. “you remembered?”

“why wouldn’t i?” you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.

“i dunno.” his voice is distant and low, like he’s trying to hold back his tears. “i just…i didn’t think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.”

you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “yeah, well…”

“can you help me put it on?” he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.

you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldn’t do that. it’s far too intimate and you two are broken up. you’ve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.

he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.

“thank you,” he whispers.

december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps he’d beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, he’d give you his real reason as to why he doesn’t want you anymore.

“i don’t think we need to go anymore,” megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.

“huh? why not?”

“there’s nothing out there.” megumi’s voice is flat.

“i know, but we’ll get in trouble if we…”

“gojo probably sent us out here for fun.”

your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.

“don’t you think so too?” he asks, but you know it isn’t a question he’s looking to find an answer to. “why would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission would’ve been deadlier. instead, we’re playing cleanup crew.”

“yeah, but..” you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. “if we go back now, we’ll get chewed out.”

“it’s just a scolding. you’ll be fine.” megumi stands up and stretches his arms.

you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesn’t say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.

“...are we leaving, then?” you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.

he pauses slightly. “do you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. there’s no point.”

why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? it’s as if you two hadn’t shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that he’s cleared his mind with a good rest?

your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesn’t seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so … unpleasant?

you feel a lump in your throat. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that you’ve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.

“do you still care about me?” you whisper instead.

he stills completely. “what?”

“this entire time,” you begin shakily, “you’ve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. you’re always hovering over me even though you pretend you aren’t! you obviously still care, megumi.”

his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.

“i do care,” he admits sorely.

“then why did you break up with me?” you blurt. there it is, the question you’ve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.

“because…” megumi winces as if he’s the one getting hurt from the ordeal. “because you deserve someone that’s normal. someone that isn’t a sorcerer. i can’t give you that life.”

you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something you’ve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.

“why the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?” you snap. your hands clench at your sides.

“it’s too early for this,” he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.

“tell me, megumi. if that’s the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.” your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob that’s threatening to explode from your throat.

he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you can’t fight him, anyway.

“you…once said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldn’t be that for you,” he confesses lowly. “i knew that you’d never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your sa–”

“are you kidding me?” you shout incredulously. “i said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!”

he flinches against you. “but i…”

“you and your damn savior complex! i don’t need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i don’t need any of that, megumi! i’m a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, it’s even better that i’m with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! you’re always ruining the good things in your life because you—”

he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that it’s working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.

you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.

“baby, wait.” his chest heaves as he looks down at you. “don’t…don’t do this to me.”

“do what?” you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?

“w-we gotta report back to—”

“we’re supposed to leave tomorrow,” you interrupt.

the gears shift in his head. “fine, but—”

“i’m still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,” you whine impatiently.

all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.

it’s december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoru’s office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.

“... i wanted a wedding invitation.” satoru shrugs.

“you set us up!” you whine angrily. “gojo, are you serious?! isn’t this a little immature?”

megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoru’s desk very interesting. he’s never noticed that they’re all nearly dead! how cool.

your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.

"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.

satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. “you two can’t blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?”

“but did you have to make us look like fools out there?” you groan.

“you should’ve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!” satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.

“but still!” you’re borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. “we would’ve figured ourselves out sooner or later!”

megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if he’s embarrassed out of his mind.

“oh really?” satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm. “you guys should be thanking me—”

“you’re so not getting an invitation to our wedding!” you grumble.

“wha—hey! i’m the one that got you two back together! besides, i’m megumi’s guardian! you can’t just not invite me.”

“watch me!”

“megumi, tell her that she can’t do that—hey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascals—why are you guys leaving? we aren’t done discussing this! megumi, don’t you dare take her side! she isn’t even your wife yet—don’t slam my door!”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Arvin and kieran meeting a shy but sweet new girl with this team.

Tapu koko who through some magical shenanigans can't be more then a mile away from the girl with out falling incredibly ill.

A motherly salazle who has a charm that allows her to talk English

A blood moon ursaluna who's the girls main body guard and hes very protective

And a female iron valiant who acts like a big sister. Who threatens anyone that if they hurt the girl she'll cut them down

Gotta say I appreciate the addition of Blood Moon Ursa. Officially my fav gen 9 ground type <3

............

Arven

The moment he met you, he realized you were too nice for your own good sometimes...being the shy and sweet transfer student who winds up being his partner in many classes.

He might tease you from time to time, although he lightens up only after he realizes Mabosstiff likes you--which mean he has to like you as well and not accidentally be too rude.

During battle studies, you two have a match and he's shook when you suddenly bring out Tapu Koko.

Somehow you have a powerful Alolan Guardian deity wrapped around your finger...yet you never once bragged about it.

But Arven fully believes you have a Ditto or Zorua who just chooses to impersonate a Tapu, wondering when it's gonna drop the act.

Soon he finds out that nope, it's the real deal, and you have some strange connection that doesn't allow it to wander too far from you.

Otherwise, it falls violently ill and its magic abilities are weakened.

You're certain it was hexed by someone who wanted to punish it for its mischief, so you've been travelling around hoping to find a "cure".

And ofc that meant Koko had to abandon its duties at Melemele Island and become your Pokémon. It was reluctant at first, but quickly became a loyal friend to you.

Eventually Arven meets the rest of your team, including a female Iron Valiant that escaped from the crater and made herself your ally after saving you from trouble.

She's your literal knight in shining armor, acting like a big sister figure instead of an emotionless robot programmed to attack.

Oftentimes she comes out of the pokeball herself if she senses you're in any kind of danger.

Blood Moon Ursaluna is another bodyguard of yours....who is MASSIVE and utterly terrifying.

All you did was go to Kitakami on a school trip and you suddenly come back with an ancient Ursaring variant/evolution??

How tf are you picking up so many dangerous Pokémon?

Just when he thinks Salazzle is the only "normal" one on your team...

He finds out that she can actually talk, addressing him by name and asking what he was cooking one day.

For a split second he thinks her pheromones/toxins were making him hallucinate...until he sees you having a full blown conversation with her.

It turns out that she developed the ability to speak human language, using it to scare off a group of male Salandits who were threatening you.

At first, she only ever said random words she picked up from humans, but you taught her how to speak coherently and gave her some books...and now she's 100% fluent in English.

All in all, Arven finds your team very...diverse.

You don't really do many Pokémon battles, as they all act like your bodyguards/friends instead. But then again he's never been too battle-crazy either (unlike a certain girl he knows who'd give ANYTHING to battle Tapu Koko).

Kieran

Your personality kinda reminds him of his old self: shy and sweet, oftentimes hiding behind protective figures, etc.

Part of him kinda hated it, but he was good at hiding it.

Was instantly impressed by your Pokémon team, especially the robotic-looking Gardevoir/Gallade hybrid.

Although being a country boi he's bewildered about her LED eyes and her robotic trills, and is definitely not too thrilled about all Pokémon looking like her in some distant/potential future.

Tapu Koko leaves him bewildered, especially when you explained your connection to it while it roamed around the coastal biome, reminiscing about its home in Alola.

He's heard rumors of the Blood Moon Ursaluna back in Kitakami, not caring for it as much as Ogerpon, but he NEVER expected to see that someone like you could have tamed it.

During a battle, Incineroar's flames almost burned you, and your Ursaluna was enraged and knocked him out with one Headlong Rush. Completely unprompted.

Since then Kieran made a point to instruct the feline to be more precise with his fire attacks..lest he became weak.

You impressed the League Club with your talking Salazzle...but at first he believes you're just being irritating and distracting..

Until she talks to him directly, and he's like "...oh wowzers..so you can understand me????"

That's the most shocked anyone in the club has ever seen their leader...

Being motherly as she is, your Salazzle often asks how he's feeling and how Hydrapple is....and he usually shuts down and tells her to mind her business.

But after Area Zero's events, when she asked him again he broke down crying and the poison/fire lizard lowkey panicked.

She had to get you to calm him down.

Since then you two have become close friends, and while in the beginning he was envious of your unique team (that also reminded him of somebody else), he realizes you thought his Hydrapple and battle setups were unique, too.

It honestly made his day.

[turcott3]

unwritten

ethan edwards x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, angst, fluff, kisses

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you hopped off your bed to the light taps on your door. you opened the door expecting to see your mom but instead are met with the presence of your long time close friend.

“ethan?” you question, scanning the look on his face. to you, he was never hard to read and you could tell something was wrong.

“can i come in?” he asks.

“yeah yeah of course.” you say back up and letting the boy into your room. you sit back in your spot on the bed as he stands in silence after putting his bag down, typing something on his phone.

“what’s wrong with you?” you ask, noting his unbreakable frown.

“huh?”

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” you ask.

“yeah i just-“ he starts and pauses, trying to think of what to say. you could tell he was holding back.

“just spill, you know i wouldn’t judge you.” you say, hoping to soothe the boy, something you’d figured out years ago.

“well, you know it was my last day of classes and i’d been talking to one of my classmates, in class of course, and we were kinda like getting close and flirting whatever. like an in class crush type of deal and i was gonna ask for her number today but then. fuck.” he pauses, pressing his lips to a thin line.

“and then?” you urge him to continue.

“she fucking asked me if luca was single.” he sighs out.

“well that’s just rude of her.” you say, seeing how he would react.

“i gave her his snap and stuff but like, i don’t know. it made me feel really terrible.”

“i mean that’s fair, but why?”

“because y/n. this shit always happens to me. every single time i think i have a shot at a girl, she wants one of my friends. like am i not good enough? not attractive? like what’s so wrong with me that i can’t be wanted.” he breathes out.

“oh eddy.” you frown, beckoning him to sit on your bed.

“i’m sorry, that was a lot you probably didn’t wanna hear.”

“no no, keep talking, i know there’s more. it’ll make you feel better.” you say placing a sympathetic hand on his arm.

“i just want someone to love me and to want me. i’m 21 for christs sake. all of my teammates and my friends have girlfriends. i just feel left out and it sucks. i’m happy for them of course but i just want someone for me to love and they love me back. i really don’t feel like im asking that much.” he says, trying to hide the tears that fell as he spoke from his heart.

“no one will sit and listen to how i feel, ever. the feeling of being unwanted is like this endless fucking void that can’t just be filled by hookups, i just feel myself slipping deeper everyday.” he continues, less shy about his tears now. you lean up and wrap your arms around him in his fragile state, causing him to release the damn that threatened to break. you lean back, holding the brunette to your chest. the two of you were never very physical but at this moment it was the only thing you could think of to help him.

“i’ll listen ethan, i’ll always listen to you. i’ll always be here for you. it’s gonna be okay.” you say, hugging onto him tighter. you hated seeing him this upset, you’d never seen him like this before and it broke your heart. you found yourself shedding a few tears yourself. he sits up from your grip and observes your state, tears dampening your cheeks.

“why are you crying y/n?” he perks up, wiping the tears that fell.

“because ed, i can’t stand hearing you say this. i can’t believe YOU feel unwanted and unloved. people are stupid to not see who you are. ethan, you’re so lovable and everyone is a fucking dumbass for not wanting you. you’re the sweetest guy i’ve ever met, and i know we’ve been friends since forever ago but i feel awful. i feel like i could do more to make you feel better.” you say remaining strong on your statement, the urge to cry fading away.

“how about this, you stay the night with me. we have a movie night and stay up and talk and then tomorrow we have a lake day. just me and you.” you offer as he nuzzles back to your chest. an unfamiliar feeling.

“your dad will let us take the boat?” he asks.

“i mean he won’t let anyone else drive it except you so.” you giggle.

“for real?” he says sitting up.

“yes.”

“sick.” he replies, getting comfortable on his side of the bed for the night. the two of you sat in a soothing silence as a movie played on your tv. as the a/c kicked in you grew cold, goosebumps littering your skin. you buried yourself under your comforter, trying to avoid making your discomfort being obvious.

“you good?” he asks.

“yeah, just really fucking freezing.”

“come here.” he says pulling the covers over him, pulling you to his side. you drape your arm over his toned and shirtless abdomen, you heart rate spiking at the contact. you didn’t know why you felt so nervous. well you did, but you weren’t going to admit it.

“thank you eddy.”

“of course y/n/n.” he smiles, placing his chin on top of your head. you could get used to the feeling of being in his warm embrace. as the night continued, you hardly lost contact with each other. talking and laughing in the comfort of his arms.

“you think we should go to sleep?” you sit up checking the time on your phone.

“probably, we got a busy day tomorrow.” he giggles, shutting your tv off and laying down getting comfortable.

“g’night ethan.”

“night y/n, sleep good.” he says quietly as the two of you drifted off to sleep with the thought of each other on your minds.

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“you ready?” you ask standing on your back deck.

“as i’ll ever be.” he smiles, taking the bag from you and walking down the deck. he steps onto the bought tossing the back to the ground before reaching out a hand to help you onto the boat.

“thank you kind sir.”

“of course madam.” he replies and a smile spreads widely across your cheeks.

“alright let’s get this shit show on the road.” he says turning the key, the engine kicking on.

“please don’t get me beat up this time.” you say grabbing onto his shoulders.

“i’ll try.” he smiles as you sit in the co pilot seat.

“good.” you reply, relaxing as he cruised off smoothly. you loved watching him drive as he smiled, bringing the two of you to corners of the lake you hadn’t seen before, your heart fluttering as he talked about all the good memories he had with his buddies there, but the feeling of sadness oozing its way in. he hasn’t been with them much outside of hockey in months, let alone here on the lake.

he slowed the boat to a stop, shutting off the engine and tossing the anchor off the edge. you were in a quiet area, no other boats anywhere to be found. he sat back in his seat without a word. you stretched your arms out as you got comfortable in your seat, ethan taking your hand in his from across the walkway. your face slowly turning pink as he adjusted his grip on your hand as he sat on his phone. his thumb brushing back and forth on your knuckles gently.

“hey eddy.” you say and he looks up not letting go.

“i’m glad you’re here with me.” you smile, squeezing his hand.

“me too.”

“i’ve never seen these parts of the lake before, they’re gorgeous.” you say, taking in the territory around you.

“i was hoping i could make some new memories here.” he smiles turning his head to look at you.

“well i hope im doing an okay job.”

“you’re doing more than okay y/n.” he giggles, a blush spreading across his face. you stand up out of your chair, sadly letting go of his hand.

“shall we?” you ask, holding up your life jackets.

“we shall.” he smiles. moments later, the two of you jumping into the water.

“jesus it’s cold.” you say re-emerging from the water.

“a little yeah.” ethan giggles, shaking the water out of his hair. you swim over to him, wrapping your arms gently around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder from behind.

“i think that’s a little better.” he says quietly.

“yeah.” you sigh. the two of you remained in the water for a while longer swimming and talking, laughing. it felt nice to be out on the lake alone with your best friend, who you soon hoped would be more than that.

“should we go find a new spot?” ethan asks, helping you back onto the boat.

“yeah we should.” you reply, wrapping yourself in a towel and sitting on the bench seat, ethan plopping down right next to you.

“today has been really fun y/n.” he smiles at you.

“yeah it has.” you reply.

“for the first time in a while i’m not worried about anything else. i haven’t felt this content in so long.”

“me either ed. i’m so happy to be here with you right now.” you smile, taking his hand back into yours. you say in a comfortable silence for a brief moment before he takes your cheeks into his hands, bringing your lips to his for a moment. he pulls away as your face burns red. you were scared he would regret it.

“i’m sorry that was-“ he starts and you interrupt him by pulling him back to your lips, melting into the kiss instantly, his hands placed delicately on your waist as your hands rest comfortably on his cheeks. you pull away giggling as he’s forehead lands on your collar bone. you kiss him on the temple as he sits up.

“let’s go to a new spot yeah?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

“okay.” he smiles softly, the two of you taking your place back in your seats.

-

you say freshly showered on your bed as ethan returns, brushing his hair dry with his towel. he tosses the towel in your hamper and hops back onto your bed, finding his way cuddled to your side.

“hey ethan.” you say, twisting his damp locks between your fingers.

“yeah?” he asks leaning up a bit.

“seeing you so fragile yesterday was honestly really hard for me, i wasn’t really sure why but, i know now.”

“what was it?”

“because all this time i wanted you.”

“what do you mean?”

“i want you ed. i want to hold you, kiss you, love you. it broke my heart hearing how unwanted you felt. but it hurt me because i had gone so long feeling this way and ignored my feelings.“ you admit and he smiles.

“i’ve liked you for years, i was just scared you’d never feel the same way. i just wanted female attention to replace how i felt about you. i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

“i love you ethan. so much. please let me love you, the way you deserve it.” you say as he pulls you into his chest.

“thank you y/n. god, i love you so fucking much.” he replies lifting your chin with two fingers and bringing your lips back to his, the two of you now more inseparable than before.

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[sunkeji]

Heyyy can i ask for tsukishima and sakasu were them and the reader try those periods simulation things! The reader is all fine and chill while the boys are screaming bloody murder and asking how the reader deals with these on a monthly basis! Separately please! Thank you!!!!

Period simulator ft. Tsukishima & Sakusa

a/n: I'm sorry I got to this late!! I didn't like how I wrote it originally so I scrapped the whole thing and redid it. Hopefully you like this (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Warnings: curse word used in sakusa's part, not proofread, if taken out of context it sounds pretty weird,it feels like i wrote a descriptive essay.

Imagine you make a bet against your boyfriend that if he was a girl, he wouldn't be able to bear the pain of period cramps but he says otherwise. So after that conversation with him, you purchase a period simulator to try during the weekend with him. Sitting on the couch side by side with the period simulator between you two, he steels himself for what's about to come while you are brimming with anticipation.

Tsukishima Kei

He was super confident at first that he would be able to withstand the pain. Not because he undermines the pain of period cramps but because he thinks he has a high pain tolerance. But little does he know...

At the first setting, it was still alright. It was uncomfortable, but still bearable. He brushed off your teasing comments, telling him that it's okay to back out now if it was too painful. He merely rolled his eyes and quipped back, saying he could go to sleep at this setting.

You crank the pain to level 3 and you see Tsukishima jolt. You give him a teasing smile and he quickly says that it was just very sudden and how he didn't expect it and blah blah blah.

You don't even give him a minute to get use to it when a mischievous smile makes its way to your face and you switch it to the highest setting.

Just as quickly as you switched its setting to the highest, you hear a quiet whimper come out of him. The both of you freeze and time seems to have stopped save for the ticking of the clock in the living room.

You hit him with the:

You open your mouth and are about to say something but he quickly interjects in a quiet voice; "no, keep it to yourself, I don't want to hear it" all while avoiding eye contact. You know he's not being mean, just a bit embarrassed or sulky maybe 🤔 so you don't take it to heart.

After that whole fiasco, he made you promise to not utter a single word to anyone about this. And one more time you bring up the fact that the great Tsukishima Kei had actually whimpered, he might actually strangle you for real this time.

Jokes aside, He's left speechless that you actually have to deal with this each time you get your period. He's much nicer to you now when you're on your period, You get less sass from him when on your period and he's more understanding of your situation now.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Can’t believe you actually bought it. Scolds you for wasting your money but since you’ve already bought it, might as well try it. He pretends like this whole thing is a nuisance but he is actually very curious.

He’s kinda nervous because from what he’s seen with you on days where your period cramps are really bad, it looks like you’re suffering from an unknown stomach disease that’s plagued the entire female population in the world and you are just another one of its victims.

Some very tiny part of him wants to be tough and show you that he’s strong but in actuality, he’s in for a rude awakening. He takes level 1 and 2 like a breeze but when you turn it up to level 3, beads of sweat are rolling down his forehead and he’s gripping the armrest of the couch and the veins in his arm are visible.

You glance at him, waiting for another reaction but when nothing else happens, you feel a tad bit disappointed and tell him you’ll put it to the highest setting now. He’s about to protest and reaches out to grab your arm but the intensity of the period simulator takes him by surprise and instead he ends up grabbing your thigh and squeezes it hard.

Now the both of you are screaming profanities and are thrashing around. If he doesn’t let go, you can’t adjust the setting of the period simulator. And if you don’t adjust the settings of the period simulator, he can’t let go because it hurts like a bitch. It’s a whole never ending cycle.

So its a few seconds of the two of you thrashing around before you reach under his shirt and yank the wires and simulator off of him. Then, it’s just the sounds of the two of you heavily breathing and trying to catch your breaths. You turn to him and your eyes go wide when you see he actually has a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stares at you blankly.

Now you’re left wondering what’s the appropriate course of action. Do you start cackling like a maniac because you never thought he’d start crying then console your boyfriend or do it the other way around? Well you didn’t have to think about it for long because a few seconds later, his head fell ontop of your lap with his arm covering his eyes.

You ask him if he’s feeling okay with a goofy smile plastered on your face from the event that had previously unfolded. You hoped your boyfriend wouldn’t move his arm now otherwise he’d pinch you for smiling at his misery. He mumbles softly about how he just needs a few minutes to recollect himself and then he’ll be good to go. So in the meantime, you brush your fingers through his hair. After a few minutes or so he asks you with a sigh; “You’ll never let this go will you?”. You laugh and plant a kiss on his head “Nope!”

You remind him how it feels even worse by adding the nausea, dizziness and low blood pressure you may get. So now he takes extra good care of you 🫶 he feeds you lots of red meat, refills your water bottle and even gives you massages anywhere you're feeling sore.

[urfavlarry]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN LETS GOO!

I just have this crazy idea which is kinda cringy but can you do a soulmate au with tyler where the last thing your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist, but it changes when they are in the phantom realm and then tyler dies, or something like that

i know it sounds stupid but thanks if you decide to do it ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Meant to be part I.

Tyler Hernández x reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar

genre: fluff

A/N: soo about the thing your soulmate says to you is on your wrist.. I made it so it’s the sentance your soulmate WILL say to you.. like the thing that is written on your wrist will happen in the future yk ?? like you have it ever since you were born and it dissapears when you meet your soulmate and they say the sentance to you! hope thats not confusing lmao

A/N 2.0: FUCKING HELL I JUST REALISED I MESSED THE WHOLE REQUEST UP OMG GIRLLL.. nah I’m so sorry but in the part two ill make it that in the phantom dimension its the opposite of the real world, you have your soulmates last words on your wrist so bare with me here okay

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“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

That was the sentance written on your wrist for about 16 years. You have no idea what it means since you weren’t the type to prank people since you thought those kinds of things were stupid and childish. You walk through the streets of Savannah, staring down at your phone. You were in Savannah for a school trip, another school coming along with you for 2 days. While you were lost in thought you feel someone crashing into you. Groaning, you put a hand on your head since they kind of hit you in the head pretty bad. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” A girl with short black hair and tattoos says to you, quickly getting up and looks you up and down; “Maybe as a sorry I could give you a tour of the Sorrel Weed house?” She says and eagerly waits for your answer; “A group cancelled on me so I have some free tickets left?” You look down at your phone, seeing that you still have about an hour left before having to go back to meet up with your class. “I um, sure? I have time.” She smiles and hands you one ticket and drags you to what looks like a very, very old house. She tells you to look around for a bit and that she will be back with some more people in a few minutes and to not touch anything.

A few minutes pass and she comes back with a group you noticed when you were walking to your room at the motel. You notice a boy with dark red hair and a girl, who is most likely his twin look at you. The girl smiled at you so you did so as well to not seem rude, but the boy just.. glared?? You shrugged it off and admired the old architecture of the house. It was a cozy but creepy looking house, it had some hidden details you wondered about. You liked imagining about what kind of memories the people that lived here had. Maybe they were a noble family that were secretely some sort of criminals? Or maybe it was a big family that struggled to keep themselves on their feet? You follow the others as the black haired girl, whos name you couldn’t remember lead you into an eerie looking room. You get chills down your spine and put on your hoodie, a really evident drop in temperature being in the room.

A phone ringing echoed through the room, the black haired girl excusing herself and left the room in a hurry. You eye the group who were whispering something to each other, the boy from earlier still eyeing you as you were some sort of pray. You hear the ginger girl talk about some sort of sensitivity to sound, the blonde boy and the grumpy one were fascinated by it. You walk past them and turn towards them, eyeing them from behind. You notice a strange figure behind the ginger girl, getting creeped out you gasp, alerting the others as well. “Ashlyn.. Behind you.” A boy with glasses says and you shiver, your whole body tensing up.

The girl flinched and falls to the ground, the mysterious figure disappearing in a heart beat. “What was that thing?” “A ghost maybe?” The blonde boy says as if this whole encounter was the most hilarious thing ever. The brunette boy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah as if, ghosts aren’t real.” He looks towards you and his brows furrow. He steps closer to you and pushes you towards the group. You stumble back, tripping on your feet but catch yourself before you could fall on your ass. “Rude much..” You mumble but immediately shut up when you see his pissed face.

“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

Your face goes pale, a tingly feeling welling up in your arm. He was your soulmate. You don’t say anything and just push past them. leaving the creepy house and hurry back to meet with your class. You were quiet the whole time at your hotel room, your roommates doing their own thing as you just layed there on your bed. It was about 11:43pm and you couldn’t get that boy off your mind. The other school, which they were from was just on the floor below yours. You wonder what your first words to him will be. You decide to go and speak to the ginger haired girl, thinking that she looked pretty nice you went downstairs and went to what you think was their room, at least that’s where you saw them enter. You knock on the door and pray for them to not be asleep when you hear the door open, and there she was. “Hey um, I was the one that was at that weird house with you guys.. I was wondering if we could um.. be friends?” You ask and mentally face palm at your shyness. She looks you up and down and yells some girls name. The girl, AKA the grumpy boys twin appears behind her and speaks up; “Hey! I remember you! You were with us at that house. Come in!” She says with a smile and you nod, walking in. “We were about to go to sleep but we could have a sleepover.” She says and you nod, introducing yourself; “Oh and by the way, I’m Y/N.” You say and they introduce themselves as Taylor and Ashlyn. You sit down on the floor and when you go and speak, your whole world goes black.

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A/N: haha bet you didn’t expect a cliffhanger !! I’ll make a part two soon so dw and make sure to take care of yourself guys~ :D

[louloulemons-posts]

can u do a eddie fic where him and reader get in an argument and maybe don't talk for a few days and eddie hoes to readers house and apologizes

Stormy Fights

Eddie X Reader

word count : 1.1k

warnings : not proofread, angst, fluff, jason’s a pig, eddie gets in a fight, arguments, swears, petnames, happy endings.

A/N : thank you so much for the request, i hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻

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Jason Carver has always been a pain in your ass, you were different and he and his little gang knew that - and enjoyed picking on you. It increased when you got with Eddie, you became the freaky couple.

You loved being with Eddie you really did, it was great. The bullying you could deal without though honestly. “Hey Sweetheart,” you heard a familiar voice call as you walked through the hall - ready to go home.

“Hi Eds.”

“How was English?” he asked, easily linking his fingers with yours. “Good, kinda boring though. How was algebra?”

He cocked his brow at you. “You skipped again? Eddie you need to pass that class!”

“I know I know, but I had a deal to do.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Hey hey, don’t do that, I’ll go tomorrow I promise.”

“I’ll walk you to class tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he grinned, which you could help match - he had a beautiful smile.

Jogging ahead, Eddie opened the door for you, ducking under his arm you spoke, “Thank you kind sir.”

“Course M’lady.”

Walking out into the parking lot, you couldn’t hide your sigh, spotting Jason and his gang. “He giving you trouble?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’.

“Babe-“ he was cut off.

“Aw look who it is. The king of the freaks and his queen,” Carver jested, making his friends laugh.

You felt Eddie tug away from you, “Eddie no, let’s just go,” you spoke pulling him towards his van. “Hey wait up you two!” The boy shouted running over.

“What?” Eddie snapped.

“Aw, no need to be mean, just wanted to know how my favourite freaks are.”

“I wouldn’t know, why don’t you go and ask your pals over there,” your boyfriend growled.

“Eddie,” you whispered, tugging his jacket.

“No need to be rude. Hey Y/N why do you put up with this guy?”

“Don’t talk to them.”

“Eds leave it,” you warned.

“You must be a good lay Munson, but hey Sweetheart if you need a real fuck from a real man let me know-“

Whack!

Eddie fist hit Jason square in his face, making a vile cracking sound - you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or “MY NOSE!” Jason screamed.

“Eddie!” you shouted, but the boy had pulled away from you completely, hitting Jason again. “You never talk to them like that! You never talk to them end of!”

“Eddie come on man!” Gareth and Jeff ran over pulling him off of Jason - along with Steve who was there to pick up Robin. Eddie was shaking with anger, you with fear, you’d never seen him like that.

You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t be here. Walking away was the only thing you could think of. “Y/N!” you heard Robin call.

“You okay?” she asked when she caught your arm.

You shook your head, “Hey it’s alright, you’re okay,” she said softly, taking you in her arms. “Sweetheart I-“ you heard Eddie speak, “I told you to leave it.”

“I wasn’t going to let him speak to you like that!”

“Well getting in a fight won’t fix it! What if they kick you out of school?”

“Sweetheart-“

“No! That was so stupid to do Eddie.”

“Stupid? I was sticking up for you!” he snapped. “I do not need you to fight my battles Edward Munson, I’m grown up enough to deal with him!”

“Clearly not when you’re tugging me away!”

“To avoid situations like this!”

“Well that’s just being a coward!” he shouted at you. You were stunned, a coward?

“Y/N I .. I didn’t mean that.”

“No, boyfriend or not, you do not talk to me like that. I told you to leave it and you ignored me, if you ever do anything like this again we’re done.”

You walked away from him. “At least let me drive you home, it’s going to pour it down.”

“I really don’t want to be near you right now.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Steve spoke, patting Eddies shoulder. “Fine,” the metalhead sighed. “Fine,” you repeated not meeting his gaze.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You hadn’t spoke to Eddie in days, actively avoiding him, not ready to deal with the situation. You’d never argued, even when you were just friends. You never even bickered.

It was horrible, but you couldn’t do it. Not yet. You’d joined Robin and Vickie at lunchtimes and on your free periods you’d hide in the library.

Jason and his friends had backed off, only speaking to you to apologise. You’d done the same, saying sorry for Eddies actions.

The boys nose was broken and his eyes swollen with ugly black bruising.

“Honey, we’re going now. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” your mom asked, popping her head round the door.

“I’m good, got work to do, tell Gran I said hi.”

“Okay, well we might have to stay over. Just because did the big storm coming, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe.”

“Will do.”

You hated storms, the damage they did, the loud noise of the thunder and hammering rain. You decided to try and ignore it, grabbing a text book and sitting at your desk.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Your mom was right, the storm was horrible, hitting not long after they left. The rain echoing off the roof, lightning flashing and thunder shaking the house.

The lights began flickering, “Shit, no no no.” Soon you were plunged into total darkness.

“Fuck,” you whined, the storm had caused a blackout, looking outside to see the street lamps had turned off too.

This was the worst, a storm and the dark. Plus you were alone, knowing your parents weren’t coming home you felt the anxiety rise.

Soon you heard a thump on the front door, who the hell was that in this weather? Probably an axe murderer, wouldn’t that just be great.

Walking down the stairs, the knocking came again. “I’m coming I’m coming!” Pulling the door back you were stunned. There was a soaking wet Eddie Munson.

“Hi,” he said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-“ he began, but thunder boomed and you pulled him into the house, almost slamming the door.

“What are you doing here?” you repeated.

“I … I know you’re still mad and me and you have full right to be, but I just … I know how much you hate storms and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You sighed, feeling your heart flutter. Almost launching yourself on Eddie, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Me too. I’m sorry I got mad at you, I know you were trying to defend me I just .. the idea of you fighting and seeing you fight. Eddie I hated it.”

“I know I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just please stay away from Jason.”

“I will I promise, I don’t want to loose you.”

“You’re not going to … I love you Eddie.”

“Oh Sweetheart I love you too.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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dirty little secret (pt.2) - kwak jiseok

☆彡 Part to is now here!! Sorry it took so long- I had to finish a year of college! Haha!

word count: 1,723 | pronouns used: none | genre: slight angst, then suggestive, then fluffy, college!au | cws: toxic relationship kinda, swearing, drinking, drugs (mentioned), make out session, not proofread, lmk if I missed something!!

part one here!!

Since dumping Jiseok, you’ve come to the unfortunate conclusion that you live on a college campus- thus meaning that you see him everywhere. He was in your organic chemistry class, he was on sports teams, and that stupid band he and his buddies made just had to be good. It made you furious- of course he had to be a campus celebrity. Everybody knew him, and of course, they all thought he was the sweetest guy ever. It was infuriating.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Your friend urged, “You’ve been hung up on this all week!”

“So?” You rolled your eyes, “Am I not allowed to hate the campus golden boy?” You were strewn across your friend's dorm room bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to forget the events of the week.

“You can be mad all you want,” your friend continued, “but you cannot let it ruin our evening.”

You pulled your head up. “What do you mean?”

Your friend looked back at you, giving you a cheeky smile. “I got invited to a party and I was told I could bring a friend if I wanted.”

“No way,” you shake your head, letting it fall back down again. “You know that isn’t my scene.”

“Come on, (Y/N)...” your friend whined. “So a guy was an asshole to you one time? So what!? There will always be more boys, so why don’t we go out tonight and try to find you someone better?”

Despite your reluctance to spend your evening in a room full of drunken strangers, finding a new man to occupy your thoughts for a while didn’t sound like a bad idea.

You let out a groan of compliance, “Fine… I’ll come along.”

Your friend let out a cheer and pulled you up off the mattress, tearing you from your state of sulking. “Come on! Let’s find you an outfit!”

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The party was in full swing by the time you had arrived. “Fashionably late,” as your friend said. Once inside, your friend gave you a smile.

“Do you want a drink?” They asked with a giggle.

You gave it some thought. Did you normally drink? No. Has this week been a normal week? Also no. “Sure,” you reply with a small smile. Your friend beams at you, offering up a quick “I’ll be right back!” before disappearing into the crowd.

You weren’t always the most social, and you can count the number of parties you’ve been to on one hand. So now that you were left to your own devices, you did what many would argue you do best: awkwardly wait around and really say much. You kept to yourself, finding an interest in the wood grain of the floor, trying to decide what sort of alcohol had been spilled a few feet away from you based on its color. However, your trance of trying to decipher the alcohol content of the floor was rudely interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Well I never assumed you’d be a partier.”

Fuck. You turned around to see Jiseok behind you with a smug look on his face and a drink in his hand.

“And I thought I’d never have to talk to you again,” you say sarcastically. “Looks like tonight is full of surprises.” You rolled your eyes and turned around, planning on making your way to the kitchen to find your friend.

Once inside the kitchen, your friend thrusts a drink into your hand and looks at you wide eyed. “Were you just talking with Jiseok?”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “He cracked some stupid joke about me being here.” You took a sip of your drink. It tasted like lemonade.

“Well what did you say?” Your friend asked.

“Something to get him to shut up, hopefully,” a voice chimed in from a few feet away before you could answer. The two of you turned to see Jungsu leaning on a counter in the kitchen, with Gunil sitting on the counter next to him hoarding a bowl of chips from the rest of the party-goers.

“What do you mean?” You asked them.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Gunil spoke, his mouth full of chips. Jungsu grimaced at his poor manners.

“Ever since you dumped him he’s done nothing but nope around at rehearsals,” Jungsu added.

“You knew we were dating?”

“Yeah,” he continued. “But not until it was too late. He showed up really upset the one day, so when we asked what was wrong he told us the story. We all told him that it was his fault.” Gunil nodded next to him. You had only spoken to Jungsu once- maybe twice- so you were shocked by his honesty.

“Besides,” Gunil chimed in. “You’re pretty hot, so that’s his loss.” Gunil laughed loudly before eating some more chips. Jungsu rolled his eyes.

“You’ll have to excuse him,” he sighed. “I’m his babysitter for the evening and I accidentally let him have one too many.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Between Gunil’s drunken banter, and knowing that Jiseok also wanted you back, you had to admit that you were starting to feel a little better. “You really blamed him?” You asked.

“Oh yeah,” the two boys said in unison.

“I don’t really know why he thought we would care who he dates. It’s not really our business,” Jungsu said simply. “We shouldn’t determine who he dates.”

“Well Jooyeon didn’t seem too fond of me,” you say as you take another sip of your drink. Jungsu laughed dryly.

“Honestly, Jooyeon is high most of the time. He claims it’s to “mellow him out,” but I think it just makes him more of a bitch,” he snorted. “Whatever he said or did to you wasn’t intentional. Promise.”

You turn to your friend (who you now notice has been eyeing Jungsu up the whole time) and shrug, silently asking what your next move should be.

“Don’t look at me,” they add quickly. “This is all up to you- but definitely give it some thought. Would you really want to date a guy who was too embarrassed to tell people you were together?”

You sigh. While, yes, that is a good point, you really can’t help but feel drawn to Jiseok again. Like a moth to a flame, you felt a little too willing to risk getting burnt again. So, despite your better judgment, you left the kitchen to go find Jiseok again.

When you found him, Jiseok was reffing a game of beer pong. Next to him, was Jooyeon who, low and behold, was high as a kite.

“Jiseok,” you called from the doorway. He instinctively looked in your direction, and you waved him over with a stern look on your face. “We need to talk.” Jooyeon gave him an annoyed look, but after some whispered words between them, Jiseok made his way over to you.

“What’s up?” He asked, voice soft compared to the noise of the room.

“I want an apology,” you stated simply. “A real one.”

He paused, looking in your eyes and clearly trying to collect himself. Maybe you were imagining it, but for a split second he looked genuinely upset. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

You shook your head, “Fine.” Jiseok led you through the house and into a bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. He took a deep breath before looking you in the eye again.

“(Y/N),” he began, “Listen… I… I’m so sorry,” he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice. “Really, I am. What I did was wrong and unfair to you. I shouldn’t have made you feel that way.”

“Then why did you do it?” You ask. “Why make me feel bad for being myself?”

Your words seem to strike a chord in him, and he’s at a loss for words for a second. “I… I don’t know,” he admits softly. “I’m sorry.” A sigh escapes his lips after you don’t respond. He looks to the floor. “Can I make it up to you? Please?”

“Make it up to me?” You ask. “How?”

The small twinge of sadness that you saw mere moments ago in Jiseok’s eyes was replaced with something else now. Something darker that you weren’t quite sure you’ve ever seen before. He took a step closer to you, placing a hand on your hip.

“Please,” he mumbled as he leaned closer to you, the scent of alcohol lingering in his breath, “Let me fix this.” Against both of your better judgements, Jiseok’s lips land on yours, with one hot kiss slowly transforming into many. His breath mixed with yours as your lips chased each other’s. The lemonade taste that lingered on your tongue soon mixed with whatever was on his. “I wanna take you out again,” he sighed between kisses. “Wanna let everyone know that you’re mine.”

You sighed into his mouth, now grasping at his shoulders. “You mean it this time?”

He pulls away from your mouth, looking you in the eye. He takes a deep breath before speaking, and you choose to ignore the wandering thought in the back of your head that wants to know if he’s just catching his breath or buying time before he answers. He begins to nod slowly. “Yeah,” he says breathlessly, blinking at you. “I’m serious.”

You smile, about to lean in again when the doorknob to the bathroom jiggles.

“We’re busy!” Jiseok calls, leaning in and capturing your lips again.

“C’mon man! I gotta take a piss!”

Jiseok pulled away for you with a sigh at the sound of Gunil’s drunken voice. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh. Jiseok took his hands off of you, making his way to the door and unlocking it. “Great timing,” he said sarcastically.

“Thanks,” Gunil sneered back. “Now move.” He shoved past him, making his way into the bathroom, which you quickly took as an indication to get out. Once outside, you and Jiseok turned to each other, and laughter bubbles out of your chest once again. Jiseok shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist and heading back out to the main rooms of the party.

“I’m really surprised you just let me kiss you like that,” Jiseok marveled.

“What did I tell you?” You smiled over at him, “tonight is full of surprises.”

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Demon Chanhee) 4.2k, yandere, supernatural, demons, soul contract, possessiveness, manipulation, kidnapping, magic (@starillusion13)

“You called?”

You and your sorority girls screamed, immediately moving away from the strange guy that had suddenly made his presence known. You were all in one of the bedrooms, having a little sleep over and playing games. Of course the others decided to try some darker things, turning off the lights and getting some candles, chanting weird things. You didn’t participate in any of this but now there was a stranger in the room. He chuckled at your reactions, looking around the room while remaining in the shadows.

“You summoned a demon.” He stated. “Did you think I wouldn’t show?”

“You… you’re a demon…” Sal stuttered. “Like… for real…”

“As real as it gets. So, what is it that you want?”

“Wait, so you’ll grant our wish?” Yaz asked. “Anything we want?”

“For the right price of course.”

A flame apparead from the palm of his hand, leaving behind a scroll when it disappeared. He unrolled the thing, holding out a contract and his hand, baring his claws.

“A wish, in exchange for a soul.”

“We sign with blood?” You questioned.

“Of course. So, who shall pay?”

You didn’t like any of this, but before you could voice your concerns your friends grabbed you and pulled you forward. You cut your arm on the demon’s claws, bits of your blood splattering onto the contract. Your eyes went wide, and when you looked at the demon you could see a satisfied grin on his face. You were still processing when your friends pulled you back.

“I want to get into my dream job!” Sal exclaimed.

“And I want to get my inheritance early!” Yaz added.

“And you?”

“Please leave…” You breathed out. “Now…”

“Of course.”

The candles went out, plunging the room into darkness. Then you gasped awake in bed. You looked around in a panic, able to confirm you were in your room and calming down. Last night lingered in your mind, but it all felt like a dream. You quickly checked your arm, and to your relief there weren’t any marks. It really was just a weird dream. You took a moment to compose yourself and then got out of bed, getting ready for the day. As you went downstairs you greeted your sorority sisters, wanting to grab something from the kitchen before going to class. When you heard screaming coming from that direction you rushed over, but you merely jumped to conclusions. You found Sal and Yaz cheerfully yelling and jumping about.

“I got in! I got in!” Sal chanted. “I got accepted as an intern at my dream job! I’m gonna get to work there!!!”

“Yas! I’m so proud of you1”

“I’m so excited! I start tomorrow.”

“I’ve got good news too!”

“For real? What is it?”

“I woke up to a very important call this morning. My mother told me that my grandfather passed away last night.”

“Oh my gosh, Yaz, I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I’ll be going home this weekend for the funeral, but you know what else this means?”

“What?”

“They’re gonna read the will.”

“Wait, you’re gonna get your inheritance? Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yaz! You’re gonna be rich!”

“Right!”

The two started screaming again and you decided you’d skip breakfast today. You made your way out of the sorority house, heading to your first class of the day. You were kinda lost in thought over what you had seen. Last night was a dream, but it was such a coincidence that Yaz and Sal both got what they had wished for the next morning. You had to remind yourself that demons and all that stuff isn’t real.

“Morning, did you sleep well?”

Some random guy pulled you out of your thoughts, trying to initiate a conversation with you. Of course you ignored him, not wanting to give a weirdo like him attention. You walked right past him but he was soon to follow and get in your way.

“Don’t you think you’re being rude?”

“Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Can you just leave me alone?”

“Nope, you’re mine now.”

“Excuse me!”

The boy gave you a big smile, baring his sharp teeth, his eyes turning black. You inhaled sharply and took a step back. Fire emanated from his hand and he held up a contract with blood on it, showing it to you.

“Last night wasn’t a dream.”

“You… you… you can’t…”

“I’m very real.” His eyes returned to normal, and the contract went up in flames. “So, have you thought about your wish?”

“My wish?”

“Yes, you signed the contract after all.”

“You granted Sal and Yaz’s wish.”

“I did no such thing.” He chuckled. “It’s just a coincidence, but between you and me, this weekend is gonna be very fun.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That girl won’t make it to the end of the week at her internship, and the other, she’s gonna be very upset when she finds out grandpa left her a penny.”

“You’re lying.”

“Just wait and see, but back to you. What is it that you desire?”

“For you to leave me alone.”

“Ouch. Like I said, I can’t do that. Your soul, your very being, is mine now, and I take care of my things.”

The boy stepped closer, brushing his fingers along your cheek before you slapped his hand away. He chuckled but stayed put.

“The name is Chanhee by the way.”

“And you’re a demon?”

“In the flesh.”

“What if I don’t wish for anything?”

“That’s your loss. In ten years I’m taking your soul, regardless of where you’re at in life.”

“Then I wish to keep my soul.”

“Sorry, you already signed a contract, and you can’t wish to undo it.”

“I didn’t do it willingly!”

“Your blood sealed the deal, all that’s left is for you to make a wish.”

“How do I break it then? Everything has rules, so there must be a way.”

“I’m afraid there isn’t. You can’t wish for anything that would break the contract, and you can only wish for things that would directly affect you.”

“Then I wish you never existed.”

“You wound me, but like I said, you can’t wish for anything that would break the contract. You’re stuck with me.”

“I hate you.”

“Well you have to get to know me first. Now that we have eternity together we-”

“Eternity?”

“Yup.”

“So… what happens when I die?”

“I take your soul.”

“But what happens… to me…”

“You’re mine, so I can do whatever I want. I can blink you out of existence and use your soul for power, or… you could roam the Earth with me as my companion.”

“So I am stuck with you.”

“Forever.”

“I’m gonna kill those girls.”

“Oh, do you wish to get away with murder?”

“Fuck off.”

You shoved Chanhee aside, not wanting to think about any of this and focus on something else. For now you were just a normal student with nothing supernatural going on. You had some time between your first class and the next so you went to the library, wanting to go over your things. It was still early so it was mostly deserted, but you weren’t alone for long.

“Hey y/n, you busy?”

You looked up to see one of your classmates, offering them a friendly smile. Before you could answer their question Chanhee had appeared, shoving them to the side and pulling up a chair next to you. He draped his arm across your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“She’s busy, and taken, so get lost.”

“What the fuck, Chanhee!?”

“I… I’ll message you later.”

The boy awkwardly excused himself, leaving you alone with Chanhee. You were quick to shrug him off, glaring daggers at him after you wiped away his saliva from your cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“Protecting what’s mine. Can’t just have some random guy try to hit on you.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me.”

“Are you sure? Cause that’s what-”

“He’s my project partner and we need to get together to work on the presentation.”

“Ah, so he is trying to get some alone time with you.”

“For fucks sake, leave me alone.”

“You should really stop saying that, cause it’s not gonna happen.”

“A girl can dream.”

“Or make a wish. You can have any career you want right now, you’d just have to wish for it. I think ten years is long enough to make a name for yourself.”

“But I don’t want ten years, I want my life.”

The library wasn’t the place to be, so you packed up and left, grateful that Chanhee got the hint and didn’t follow. You waited in the empty classroom for the rest of your peers and for the professor to arrive. For the rest of the day you didn’t run into Chanhee, but he was still on your mind. When you got back to the sorority house you tracked down Yaz and Sal. Although you could only find Yaz, as Sal had her first day at her internship and wasn’t around.

“Yaz!”

“What?”

“How did you know about a demon summoning ritual?”

“Why? Do you have regrets now? You should have made a wish when you had the chance.”

“I don’t care about that, just tell me how you summoned a demon!”

“It was Sal’s idea. She got a book from one of her classmates.”

“Where’s the book?”

“No idea, her room maybe, unless she gave it back.”

“You two are unbelievable.”

You went up to Sal’s room, going through her things until you found a very odd book at her desk. There was no title and the cover was made of black leather. This screamed danger, but Sal didn’t seem to care. You opened it up, seeing all kinds of demonic drawings, the writing in a language you understood although there were some parts you didn’t. You really couldn’t believe those two thought it was a good idea to actually follow one of these rituals. Eventually you found the bookmark Sal had left, seeing the instructions for summoning a demon. It was stated there that any wish could be granted in exchange for a soul.

The book didn’t specify if the wish maker had to give up their soul, but you weren’t sure who to trust between a book and a demon. Still, you took the book with you, needing to examine it some more and figuring out whether or not it could help you. That night you looked over the entire book, but it was nothing but rituals and spells with the bare minimum of information. It was a dead end, but then you realized that other books like this might exist, and those could have the answers you’re looking for. You continued your search online, looking for any other source of information, even checking your own school library to see if they had such books. 

No luck on that, but you found a bookstore nearby that carried what you were looking for. The next day during your free period you went to the bookstore, keeping to yourself as you browsed the shelf of demonic books. You were trying to see if there was any similarity between the one you had and the ones here. You thought you were alone until someone appeared and snatched the book out of your hands. You were ready to explain yourself, and that all this was just for a research paper, but you merely glared when you saw Chanhee flipping through the pages of the book he took from you.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in all this.”

“What do you care?”

“Well, I’m touched, you’re doing research on me.”

“As if.”

“You know, you didn’t need to go looking, you could just ask me.”

Chanhee gave you a smile as the book in his hand went up in flame, disappearing into nothing as if it never existed.

“Why did you do that!”

“Cause I’m an open book, so tell me, what do you want to know?”

“What is wrong with you!?”

“I’m a demon, I’m not exactly a nice person. I’m from hell after all.”

You were so done with Chanhee at this point, but it wasn’t like you could do anything to him. Still, if he was so willing to talk, maybe you could get some information out of him.

“How old are you?”

“Don’t you think it’s rude to ask such a question.”

“You said you were an open book.”

“Touché. Let’s just say I’m hundreds of years old.”

“Woah, so you’ve been around to witness a lot of things.”

“I have. It’s a good life, just going around making deals, getting more power, and I’m very handsome. Sounds cool, don’t you think?”

“Cool? You’re going around ruining people’s lives.”

“Quite the opposite in fact. I grant people’s wishes. They get whatever they desire, and the same applies to you too. So, you should make a wish to better your own life soon, time is wasting.”

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Despite losing the book, it didn’t deter you from continuing your research. The bookstore was a bust as all they had there was legends and vague information. In all honesty none of those books were like the original one you had, so that meant you had to move your search to the internet. Although you couldn’t fully immerse yourself in that as you still had to focus on your own studies. The extra work certainly exhausted you as everything was important. By the end of the week you were completely spent. You got back to your dorm room and collapsed on the bed. You thought you’d just fall asleep, but you had an unexpected visitor. 

“It’s way too early to go to bed, especially on a Friday night.”

“Fuck off, Chanhee.”

“Awe, I love the way you say my name.”

“Go away!”

“Are you gonna make a wish?”

“No.”

“Hm, then let me grant you one anyway.”

“Huh?”

When you opened your eyes you were no longer in bed, but found yourself seated at a table, Chanhee across from you. He had his elbows on the table, fingers interlaced as he rested his chin on them, a big smile on his face.

“How about a delicious dinner?”

“What?”

You looked around and realized you were at some high class restaurant, and most importantly your clothes were different. You were in a fancy dress, and Chanhee matched your outfit. This place was way beyond you, and not somewhere you would go on your own.

“Chanhee, where the heck are we?”

“It’s nice right.”

“How did you change my clothes?”

“I didn’t peek, I swear.”

“Take me back.”

“We just got here. Besides you must be-”

“I don’t wanna be here. Please.”

“Fine.” Chanhee sighed. “Something else then.”

Chanhee snapped his fingers and then everything changed in the blink of an eye. You weren’t back in your room as you wanted, but somewhere else. The whole change was disorienting, but this place looked familiar.

“How’s this?”

“Where…”

“It’s your favorite, right?”

“How did you know?”

“You’re mine, so I know everything about you. Let’s order, and it’s on me tonight.”

Before you could say anything more a waitress came over to the table. Chanhee ordered and then he looked at you. This was your favorite place, so you didn’t need to look at the menu, but you weren’t sure this whole thing was a good idea. It was quiet for too long so Chanhee just ordered for you instead, giving the waitress a smile and thanks.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You looked like you needed a break, so I figured I’d provide. If you make a good wish you wouldn’t have to work so hard, you know.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that.”

Even if this wasn’t your plan, you actually quite enjoyed the night. Some good food after a long week, and it being free, it was nice. Afterwards Chanhee walked you back to the sorority house. You still had homework to do, but when you got to your room you noticed a note on your desk.

Get some sleep.

You were confused, but then you noticed all your things laid out on the desk were complete. He had done your homework for you. It sounded ridiculous, but you double checked everything, and it was good.

“Unbelievable.”

A demon did your homework, that was certainly a first. Since you had nothing else, and it was late, you got ready for bed. For once you’d have the weekend to yourself, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful to Chanhee, not that you would tell him. If anything, this gives you more time to focus on your research and find a way out of that stupid contract.

🖤

The weekend was nice, but come Monday things fell into chaos. You were woken up by Sal and Yaz screaming in your face.

“Y/n! Where is that damn book!”

“Huh… what are you-”

“The demon book!” Yaz yelled. “Where is it!?”

“Uh… I lost it…”

“How!?”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“We need to talk to that demon, it tricked us!”

“What are you talking about?”

“It lied!” Sal screamed. “I lost my internship this weekend cause apparently I’m not a team player, whatever that means.”

“My whole family got screwed over with the inheritance.” Yaz added. “We just got a couple pennies.”

“Well… can’t you-”

“No! Since he left us something, we can’t contest the will, this fucken sucks!”

“I… I don’t have the book.” You stated. “But maybe you can ask the guy who gave it to you? He might know something.”

“I haven’t seen him since that day.” Sal said. “He must have dropped the class or something.”

“Oh…”

“Gosh, you don’t remember the spell, do you Yaz?”

“Why would I?”

“Ugh! What are we gonna do?”

“At least you still have your souls…” You commented. 

“Whatever. Never trusting a demon again.”

That was quite a wake up call, but you were also very surprised to learn that Chanhee had been telling the truth. The two of them getting their wishes was just a coincidence, and false hope at that. Your name, your soul, was on the contract, so the wish was really yours to make. Still, you wanted no part of this, so you’d continue looking for your way out. As you were walking to class Chanhee suddenly appeared next to you.

“Did you have a good weekend?”

“I spent my time well.”

“I see. And how was this morning? Anything interesting?”

“Why are you asking when you already know the answer?”

“Cause I’m curious to know how you took it?”

“Well the girls were upset they lost everything, and I told them I lost the book since someone swallowed it up in flames.”

“If they had the book it wouldn’t do them any good. The spell just summons demons, there’s no guarantee the same one will show up.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure something out.”

“And what about you? Any wishes yet?”

“You know you can just drop that. I’m not gonna make a wish.”

“You’re wasting a great opportunity.”

“I am trying to save my soul here.”

“Why? Are you so sure you’ll get into heaven?”

“I’m certainly not gonna go to hell with you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

It was a slow Monday so after your classes you returned to the sorority house to relax and continue your extra curricular activities. Searching the web for information on demons wasn’t any easier, but at least there were more options. Most websites seemed to be for show or people interested in the occult, but nothing concrete. That is until you came across an interesting file. It seemed to be a scanned copy of a book, and just by the look of it you had hope. You could tell the pages were old, and there was no proper title. 

This actually looked like the original book you had, so you paid close attention as you read the pages. It was a large file, but given the detail you were very hopeful. Other types of rituals and information on the supernatural were mentioned here. It seemed legit, and then you found what you were looking for. This was a different type of spell to summon a demon, but it spoke of the contracts one could make. It specified that one had to give up their own soul, and that they could only make a wish that would directly impact their lives. The biggest point to note was your way out. Even if a contract was signed, if a wish isn’t made within the ten year time frame then it is rendered void.

“Oh my gosh…”

You read it over and over again, unable to believe your eyes but also feeling such immense relief. No wonder Chanhee kept pushing for you to make a wish, without one the contract isn’t technically sealed. You were so excited to know you could keep your soul.

“So, what are we celebrating?” Chanhee asked, randomly appearing on your bed. “Do you finally know what to wish for?”

“I know you’re a liar.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n!”

You heard someone shout your name and then Sal burst into your room. She immediately started asking you about the book again, wondering how exactly you lost it, but stopped when she noticed Chanhee.

“It’s you…”

“Yeah, he’s the-”

“You gave me that book!”

“I’m sorry, he what?”

“You’re the guy from my class who told me about the spell to summon a demon.”

“Awe, you actually remember my face.” Chanhee giggled. “And how’s life treating you?”

“You lied! The demon didn’t grant my wish!”

“Well, to be fair, the wish was never for you.”

“Huh?”

“You gave her the book… why?” You questioned. “What reason do you have-”

“What are you talking about, y/n?”

“He’s the demon you summoned! And he’s the one who gave you the book, I just don’t understand why he’d do that.”

“You’re the demon?” Sal asked. “You tricked us!”

“I am a demon after all, and I’m done with you.”

“Well I’m just-”

“Shall we change things up?”

Chanhee raised his hands and snapped his fingers, taking you somewhere else. It took a second to settle down, taking in your surroundings. You had been at your desk a moment ago, but now you were sitting on a bed. The sheets were smooth and red, and the room itself seemed very luxurious. It was just you and Chanhee here.

“Where am I?”

“My room.” Chanhee explained. “In hell of course.”

“What! No, I can’t be in hell!”

“Well, you already have one foot in the grave.”

“I don’t.”

“You signed a-”

“The contract is incomplete.” You stated. “Unless I actually make a wish, my soul is still mine.”

“Hm, what makes you-”

“That’s why you keep pushing a wish on me, you don’t actually own my soul yet. The only thing I don’t understand is why you would trick the others into summoning you and making a deal.”

“The answer is quite simple love. Who did I make a deal with after all? Who signed?”

“I did but-”

“Your little friends forced your hand.” 

Chanhee came over and sat beside you, leaning in close. His hand gently caressed your cheek and the grabbed your chin.

“Such a pretty and intelligent girl can have whatever she wants. There’s no need to ever summon or make a deal. It made me want you so bad, but I had to use other means. Your little friends weren’t hard to trick into doing what I wanted.”

“You’re crazy.” You pulled yourself away from him. “I’ll never be yours! You’ll never have my soul! As long as I don’t make a wish, the contract is void.”

“Is that so?”

Chanhee suddenly pinned you down, black eyes staring back at you with a sinister smile. There was this dark aura around him, and for once you actually felt scared. Next thing you knew you felt chains around your wrists going taut and keeping you in place.

“It was very annoying to get those two to offer you up to me, and I expected us to be having a good time by now, but instead you’ve been looking for a way to get rid of me.” Chanhee growled. “I spent months watching you, waiting, and I won’t lose you over a fucken technicality. The best wish you could make is to be mine, so you won’t suffer in hell and live like me.”

“I’m not making a wish!”

“Is that so? Are you so sure that you’ll never utter the words ‘I wish’ in the next ten years? I’ll be watching closely, and accept whatever wish you make as sincere. So it’s better if you make a good one now while you still can.”

“Fuck you! Now that I know the contract is void, I’ll focus on finding a way to kill you, then I’ll truly be free.”

“If you’re so hell bent on denying me, then I’ll take matters into my own hands. I won’t lose you!”

Chanhee pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. Your eyes went wide and you squirmed beneath him, but that didn’t get him off. Instead you felt something thick and irritating going down your throat, as if you were breathing in smoke. Your head started to spin, and when Chanhee pulled away you took in a deep breath.

“Y/n, can you hear me?”

“Uh… what… what did you…”

“All I need you to do is to repeat after me.”

“Hm…”

“I wish to belong to Chanhee. Now you say it.”

“I… I…”

“We’ll be the perfect companions. Now say it.”

“I wish…”

[crystlizabeth]

You know that

Simon Riley x Black!femreader

Warnings: kinda Angsty, fluff. Talk of past abuse(not a lot) call sign is Mav short for Maverick, reader also has a son, kinda occ Ghost, tbh this write feels messy n everywhere lol so there’s your warning. Not proofread.

Summary: Simon never understood why she was so talkative to him, but he never mind to listen. He knew he was bad for her so he kept his distance though she never made it easy for him. So when a bandage change becomes more personal he takes his chances.

Stressful week not even a week weeks, the team had been on deployment for almost a month now somewhere in Mexico. Thought she wasn’t a soldier she was one of the field nurses, she spent night and day stitching and feeding meds to the boys her and the other girls were there to make sure nobody died.

As of right now it was a more slow morning for they needed to lay low for the next 12 or so hours, soldiers going in and out having bandages changed and pain killers in their system. The smell of coffee running through the camp, “here babes.” The darkskined nurse said to her.

“Thanks Aniyah, hey has anyone changed ghost bandage yet?” The woman asked, the other girls look and her shaking there heads their expressions a little spooked at the mention of his name.

“Has anyone seen, Ghost?” She asked the cup of coffee in her hands.

“I think he’s down buy the water I overheard Him talking with Johnny.” Aniyah said tossing her braids back into a low ponytail.

Great.. now she had to hunt him down so his wound wouldn’t get infected, knowing he had to come in yesterday morning but never did. The other girls where kinda scared of his diameter well as most were. The recruits thought the lieutenant was an asshole, and again intimidating. She let out a sigh grabbing her coffee and supplies leaving the tend going to find the Lt.

As Aniyah said he was down by the water pretty far from the camp, Ghost sat in the grass smoking a cigarette. Her body started the walk down to him, he obviously heard her because he turned his head to see who it was. Ghost eyes scanning her, she wore forest green scrubs today a black long sleeve covering her arms. She always had her arms covered he’s never seen her arms bare but he never questioned could be the simple answer of just another layer to keep blood off her. Her curls worn in a half up half down style her coils frizzed yet still looked amazing, her edge laid meaning she had enough time this morning for herself.

“You know Ghosts is rude to stare.” She said walking up next to him. The contrast from the sunrise complementing Her melanin complexion perfectly.

He turned his head away from her, “What can I do for you Mav..” his tone empty.

She sat down next to him putting the kit down as well as her coffee “well i dont mind you avoiding me though it dose bother me a bit.” She admitted, “but, you need your bandage changed.”

He glanced at her taking another hit of his smoke “I changed it..” he said.

“Mmhm right, non of the girls have seen you come in or out of the infirmary don’t lie to me.” She sassed lightly, he eyes lingered on his lower face his mask sat above his lips no further than that though. She’s seen his face once before but she always couldn’t help but stare how one of his scares trailed from the top of his lip down to his chin, a few spots that healed leaving smaller but deeper scars.

His eyes met hers, “ya know it’s rude to stare.” He mocked her.

A light scoff came from the woman “oh please if you can get an eye full so can I.” She smiled at him, leaving him only to shake his head.

He put the smoke in his mouth going to lift his shirt, revealing the two bandages one on his back near his shoulder and the other on his lower side. “There.”

“Thank you.” She said grabbing the kit first going to the bandage on his side.

Peeling the bloody bandage of his stitches looked a bit irritated, she cleaned the area gently scraping off some of the crusted blood. “I wish you came to the infirmary soon, if not me one of the girls could have cleaned you up.” She spoke her voice slight worried because he’s let his wound get slightly infected just so he didn’t have to face her, she didn’t know why but she couldn’t let it bother her.

He let out a muffled scoff “those girls are scared of me, well besides Aniyah and you obviously..”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“Because I didn’t want her to..” he answered simply.

She signed she wanted to ask but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “What on your mind?” He asked.

Her eyes connected with his their gaze lingered before she finally spoke “You know you’re not as bad as everyone makes you out to be..” she said avoiding her original question.

Her eyes moving back to his wound taping it down, his eyes now focused on her. Those words hit something in him making him feel vulnerable, and god knows only she could make him feel that way. But she said it as if she knew something more, she knew that he felt that way and that it actually bothered him. They now sat in silence nothing uncomfortable but silence as she worked on his other bandage.

She soon finished pulling his shirt down going to sit next to him her eyes stayed on the moving water in front of them. “Why do you keep your arms covered?” He asked.

“Sorry if it’s personal..” he muttered hoping the wasn’t the reason.

“I have tattoos they make me feel less professional I guess and my Ex never liked them… not that care what he thinks anymore but it kinda just turned into a habit.” She answered taking a sip of her coffee.

“Less professional, you realize almost everyone here has them.” He said, “why didn’t your ex like them?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know im guessing he just wanted me to be more proper not seen as some..” she stoped herself.

“Never mind im not here to talk about my fucked up relationship.” She shook her head.

“Why do you cover your face?” Her voice sounded hesitant.

“Scares lots of them, some from my child hood and not their not very pleasant to look at.” He explained.

Not very pleasant to look at… she thought, she thought he was simply gorgeous. For only seeing his face once she took in every detail even the fact he was a blonde. But he didn’t know that.

“I was gonna say something personal but I’m not gonna cross that line..” she said.

He put another cigarette up to his mouth lighting it. “Please do.. you seem like you need to talk about something..” he spoke blowing smoke out his mouth.

“My ex isn’t a good person, god.. put it simply he was an abusive asshole, tore me apart for years. Physically and emotionally I only got out because I couldn’t live that way with my son.” She spoke, talking the smoke out of Ghosts hand as he offered it to her.

“Is that why you wear sleeves as a sense of safety, hate to make this about me to but maybe we’re the same in that way..” he said looking over at her as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“Mmhm, and you wear the mask because of im gonna take a guess, child hood abuse?” She spoke, he nodded.

“My Father..”

“My mother.” She said after.

“That woman couldn’t stand me, especially after my father passed not to mention when i got pregnant.” She laughed to herself.

It may have not been a funny moment but she was nervous she never really opened up about her abuse but now it was something she could talk about so easily, maybe because he had same type of experience? So the conversation went on as the shared the cigarette.

“I never will understand how a parent could do that to there own child… and then someone who you thought saved you from the situation only hurts you more.” Ghost spoke his head tilted up.

“Yeah well turns out my save was an ex marine with a drug problem.” She scoffed, “and yet I still find myself liking men in uniform.” She glanced over at him noticing the corner of his mouth.

“What? Whats got you all smirking Simon.” She pushed his arm lightly.

“Men in uniform?” He snuffled a small laugh.

“What can I say” she lifted her shoulders shrugging.

“God I haven’t even thought of a relationship for two years now up until recently.” She admitted.

“Oh?”

She felt the hair in her arms stand up at the way that rolled of his tongue, maybe she did find him attractive but doubt always sat in and the fear of said past relationship. But Simon would never put a hand on her. And she knew that.

“Yeah but I gotta focus on myself and my son.”

He hummed, so time is what she needed and he couldn’t blame her for it she went through hell and back but he was willing to wait.

“Better head back up. I got more boys to attend to.”She said.

He nodded, he stood up offering her a hand “lets go then.”

They stood there a minute a sweet smile displayed oh her lips. Her hand reached up to his face, his first instinct was to normally stop her but he didn’t feeling her bare hands touching his scared skin her thumb running gently over the scar on his cheek over to his lip. Her body close to him leaving barely any room, he could smell the cigarette smoke and coffee linger on her.

“You know for what is worth, you really are beautiful Simon.” She spoke barely above a whisper as she let her thumb run over his bottom lip.

His hand reached up grabbing her wrist, he didn’t move it but he held her. Something in him was crumbling under her touch he craved it not in a sexual way but in a way he needed the comfort. He felt his body let itself relax, She didn’t know how she made in crumble how she could anticipate his mood, she did know how bad in that moment he wanted to kiss her.

His eyes never left hers, she could see through him if she really desired to. She was truly astonishing.

But he could never giver her the world she deserved.

Here is one of the Ghost works!

[acherontiarchivist]

Hii! So the reader some how, some way, meets our boy Gabe. And they’re really into men with sexy long hair and yummy voices and the reader is just like mmmmm oooooo ahhhhh

And Gabe is just standing there like 🧍“ Bitch, be so fucking fr.”

Hiiiiii, thanks for the ask! I went with a kinda mixture of Gabriel being totally fucking oblivious and also not believing anyone could see him that way. He comes around, though :) thanks for your patience, Anon, and I hope you enjoy the fic!!!

Warnings: people being mean to Gabriel, reader is also kind of an asshole to Gabe ngl, mentions of masturbation, unsolicited flirtation by the reader, mentions of choking kink

Word count: 2.7k, including a bonus teaser ;)

Closing shifts were always your favorite. Your other coworkers hated them with a passion, and always asked to switch your morning shifts with their nights. At first they would give excuses along the lines of having to attend their kids' baseball games or attending family events, but that quickly fell through when you pointed out that they both couldn't possibly be that busy every closing shift.

"OK, You got me. Honestly, I'm surprised it took you this long to protest. You're definitely braver than us." Del was restocking the freezer with novelty ice cream bars as you sent reminder texts to renters informing them of their upcoming due dates and waited for a customer to ring.

"What do you mean? " you replied, smacking on a thick wad of hubba bubba between pauses, "I'm just saying if you guys don't like closing I'm more than happy to talk to the boss about scheduling me for the late shifts."

"You- you like the closing shift?" He seemed too astonished to multitasking, as he'd almost dropped a box onto the floor.

"Yeah, it's pretty easy, and I'm more of a night owl anyway."

"Wait, so you haven't noticed anyone… unusual coming in on your night shifts?" His hands were now too preoccupied on carrying the conversation than work.

"No? Just the same regulars that rent a porno and grab a few beers. They never make any advances on me, and I don't really give a fuck about their purchases." You continued to pay just as much attention as you had been to your work task.

"No, no, that's not what I mean." He shook his head and pointed to you, earning you a slight glance in acknowledgement.

"Well, what do you mean?" What else could he possibly mean?

He sighed, " Well, there's this… guy?" He gestured vaguely, "Eh, that comes in every now and again. He always wears this big ass trench coat, smells like pennies and has this fucked up face."

You turned your head to the side and sucked a bubble inside your cheek, "That's a bit rude."

"Hey, if you saw the guy, you'd agree. Anyway, I don't like him, and he makes Fernanda uncomfortable. Besides, he never buys anything. Just walks in, stares at this section or that, stands there for minutes at a time, and eventually leaves. And he scares other customers away!"

"Have you ever talked to him? Customer service is part of our job, you know."

"Nahhhhh, fuck that." He turned back to his task at hand.

You rolled your eyes, "It would get him out of the store quickly. And make us some money."

"Well, sounds like you can handle him perfectly well yourself. Don't come crying to us when you're stuck with all the night shifts and eventually run into that guy."

"You're so melodramatic. I doubt it's anywhere near as bad as you make it out. Y'all have probably already ran him off with your shit people skills, given that I haven't ran into this guy the entire two weeks I've been here."

"Oh, shit. I hadn't thought of that." He had stopped a moment to think, then looked at you and shrugged.

"No take-backsies. Night shift's mine."

It was another two weeks before you finally saw him enter the store. You had already taken care of clean up and restocking routines as usual and were left with most of your shift to act busy until it was time for closing. This time was perfect for getting a little bit of drawing done between customers, your boss didn't mind as long as you made a few sales throughout the night. You were so focused on your drawing that you hadn't noticed him enter. He was quiet, the only thing that tipped you off to his presence was the smell of pennies that Del had warned you about. When you looked up, he was standing in front of the miniscule horror selection, his back towards you, head almost entirely obscured by a tall standing collar reminiscent of something one might see a villain clad in a noir or giallo film. It took you just a moment to muster up the courage to approach him.

"Can I help you find something today?"

There was a moment of silence, almost as if he were hesitating, then a nearly unnoticeable nod, careful to obscure his face behind his messy dark strands.

You glanced at the titles before you, considering what might fall into his taste. "If you're on the hunt for a horror recommendation, you've found the right person to help." You ignored the fact that you were the one who approached him. After a moment of careful contemplation, you grabbed two movies, one to your left and one you had to excuse yourself to grab in front of him.

"We don't have a huge selection right now, but these are two classic giallo films I think you might find an interest in," you showed him Deep Red and The Bird With The Crystal Plumage. "Oh! Actually, I have one more recommendation from our thrillers."

He observed the covers of each DVD before flipping them over and reading the back as you perused the adjacent aisle.

"Here it is!" You grabbed the movie and brought it to him. "No Country For Old Men is more of a personal favorite," you said, pointing at the 'Employee Picks' poster by the register, "but I have a feeling you'd like it, too."

He studied the back of that case as well. The opportunity to peek at his face while he was distracted was not wasted. Admittedly, he was an individual that oozed mystique. When he caught you staring you tried to deflect with more customer service as an excuse.

"Um, if you like, we have rental versions. So you can watch them all before you commit to buying any." There was no way he hadn't caught you blushing. "I'll just give you a few minutes to think about it," you said, hiding behind the register once again. He was silent approaching the register with the rental copies of the movies you had shown him and through the completion of the transaction.

"The rentals are due on the 25th, you're all good to go."

He nodded and turned for the door.

"See you in two weeks," you smiled, and he was gone.

The next two weeks were uneventful, just you counting down every day until the 25th of the month. In the meantime, you badgered your boss to expand the selection of horror films and thought of what to show him next time he came through. When the day finally came your coworkers noticed how unusually chipper you were, and you brush it off as it being your weekend after today. The night turned late without any sign of him, and you worried that he returned the videos earlier in the day, or on a night you didn't work. Just as you were losing hope and thinking of closing a few minutes early, a call rang the store phone.

"Hello, thank you for calling Marty's Movies and Munchies. How can I help you tonight?"

The voice on the other line was strained and slow at first, deep and raspy in a way you found incredibly sexy. "Are you closed? I need to return some videos. I'm a bit later than I expected to be."

You lean in to the counter, feeling generous enough (and hopeful that he'll come by) to let the sexy-voiced customer in after close. Not like you had plans, anyway. "Nope, you still have about ten minutes 'till doors close, but since you called ahead I'll give you an additional ten minute grace period. Any later than that and you'll have to bring it in tomorrow and pay a small late fee."

"No need, I'm already here."

Before you could question the caller, the ringing of the bell hung above the door caught your attention. Immediately, you recognized the gangly form of the man your coworkers had not-so-affectionately dubbed The Creeper. Your gaze lingered on him, trying to get another glance at his piercing eyes through the curtain of hair that he made sure masked his face. He must have picked up on it and became self conscious, as he pulled his high collar up and sunk further behind its shadow. Odd enough, but you also noticed that he didn't appear to be holding a cell phone.

Feeling particularly brave, and maybe a bit too confident, you leaned over the counter and smiled at him, "So that's what you sound like, huh?"

His posture noticeably stiffened.

"Or is it a voice modulator? Either way, it's kinda sexy."

"Just…return these, will you?" It was quite cute how he would avert his eyes and take half a step back out of embarrassment. You didn't take him for the shy type.

Though he stumbled over every word, you had forgotten the landlines propped between your head and shoulder and the sudden noise in your ear made you jump back. "Yeah, sure thing."

"And," he hesitated for a moment, "I think I would like to purchase my own videos."

"Ok, DVD or blu-ray?" You already had them picked out and waiting for him under the counter, and held them out for him to choose.

"I… don't know the difference."

"You don't know which you have?"

He looked embarrassed and almost shrank right where he stood, "I watch them on my sister's device."

"Well does she have movies like this," you shook the bigger case in your left hand, "or this?" shaking then the smaller blue case.

"Both?" Incredible. You had no idea how anyone could just not know the difference.

"OK, I'm choosing for you," you said, stuffing a plastic shopping bag with blu-ray copies of each film. "You're getting blu-ray. They're better."

"What if I'm wrong? Will a DVD player work with these movies?"

His questions were honestly the most interesting ones you would get from customers, even if just for the sheer unawareness he had demonstrated in... pretty much everything. "Jesus Christ dude. Have you been living under a rock for the past 25 years or something?"

"Something like that," he answered a bit too readily, "And a bit longer."

You blinked and chose to ignore the statement. He was weird, odd looking, brooding, and now, obviously, a bit socially inept. God, he just became more and more your type, and you were dying to score. "Well," you started, "DVD players are the older video player and therefore not backwards compatible, but blu-ray players can play both. If your sister has both kinds of movies, she most likely has a blu-ray player, but," you wrote your number on a notepad kept at the counter and tore the page off, sliding it into the bag with his purchase, "if you have any questions or run into any problems you can call me. I might just let you come over and use mine." You ended with a wink to give it what you hoped was an extra layer of obvious courtship.

"Why would I use your device? I'll just buy my own." He pulled out a loose debit card from the right pocket of his coat and shoved it in your direction expectantly.

You sighed and took his debit card, ignoring your initial glance at the name– certainly not the name he had given for his customer account– then prepared to slide the card through the reader. "God, you are oblivious," you rolled your eyes. "Ok, your total is–"

"Wait," he quickly interrupted, then hesitated for a fraction of a second, "I want to rent another movie."

Of course! You had forgotten the movie you had previously selected for him. "Anything in mind?"

"I trust your judgment."

Your grin couldn't be wider as you grabbed the last rental copy of Possession from your 'Employee Picks' cubby. "You'll love this one. I feel a particular kinship with Isabelle Adjani's character, Anna. I think you'll like her too." With that, you rang up his total and saw him out the door.

By the time he left it was fifteen minutes past closing and you had to rush to finish up routines. You couldn't wait to brag to your coworkers that you had made a big sale to The Creeper. There wasn't much time to revel in your victory and plan your next move, however, because he had returned the following night. As it turns out, you didn't need to. He practically fell right into your lap.

When he entered, you immediately noticed that he walked with much more confidence than before. Ioday, he wore his coat open, and the standing collar limped to the side, putting his face, though still partially obscured by his gangly hair, almost proudly on display. You were so distracted by his drastic change in demeanor that you almost didn't notice him speaking to you.

"I want my own copy of this movie."

"I'm sorry, but we don't have any more for sale. You can always come in and renew your rental every two weeks, though that limits the number of other movies you can–" 

"Order it for me."

"I can't do that, unfortunately, but–"

"Yes? But what?"

You prop your elbow on the counter and rest your head in your palm, looking up at him from just below, "I have my own copy in my personal collection. You can come by and watch it anytime you like."

"Tonight. I'm coming home with you."

You laughed at how forward he was suddenly being, "Sure. I'm closing up in a few minutes," you tossed him your keys. "Wait for me in the car."

A few minutes later, you locked up the store and entered your car, where he sat nervously waiting for you.

Bonus!

You had waited all day for the unknown call with steadily declining patience. It's not that you were annoyed. You were just excited for your weekly visit. Every week the routine was the same: he comes or calls, spends hours with you holed up in your room and leaves you shivering under your sheets, eagerly awaiting his next arrival.

 Your work day crawled by at an agonizing pace, not helped by the slow business this time of year– and in your particular line of retail. The number of customers that came through the small video store could be counted on one hand, and the number that actually made a purchase even less. As usual, most of your shift was spent doodling in your sketchbook. Lately, they would all be little sketches of him. His hair was your favorite thing to draw; the contrasting textures of his wavy, dry hair and bloody wet tangles looping around one another, the cracked leather coat he always wore, drawing special and precise attention to his bright eyes and the exposed muscles of his face. Your sketchbook was littered with countless finished and unfinished pencil and ink sketches alike. Sometimes, you would add a splash of color, usually red or blue.

He never came into the store anymore. Instead, he would pick from your personal collection and give you money for a copy of his own if he really liked the film. Once or twice, you had tried to set up a cute movie marathon date night, but he would often get...  distracted. It was nice, though. Sneaking him in through your window so your roommates didn't freak out and fucking with the lights out and a movie on in the background made you feel like a teenager again. The butterflies he would churn up in your stomach and the heavy feeling in your chest when you thought of him made you absolutely giddy, though you would have a hard time admitting it if pressed.

It wasn't often he would leave you hanging. If he couldn't make it, he would at least call you and let you know ahead of time. At least then you'd know to set time aside to take care of yourself.

Tonight was one such night. No call, no cancel, no sign of him. By the time you would usually have heard from him, you had had enough of waiting and decided to pleasure yourself. Earphones plugged in with your background noise of choice, lube in hand, toy at the ready, you went to work. As you moved your hands over your body, you imagined they were his. Admittedly, only he could tease you the way you really needed it, from with feather-light touches that tickled your inner thighs, to his hands wrapped around your neck in a vice grip; but tonight, your own would have to do. Just the thought of him touching you like that had you crying out his name. It wasn't until you were nearing your peak that your session was interrupted by an incoming call.

You let the phone ring as you stared at the ID on the screen.

UNKNOWN

It had to be him. It always was. You let the call linger for a few more seconds before you finally picked up the line– you just had to tease him a little bit. A few seconds of silence greeted your ears and planted a seed of uncertainty. "Hello?"

Nothing to be heard on the other line. You considered hanging up before the familiar feedback pierced the line. He said nothing at first, leaving you shivering in anticipation.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, or perhaps a dark stifled laugh.

"Starting the show without me, sweetheart? What, no more ten minute grace period for me?"

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 7

The Palace was in full swing, the banners high, the lanterns lit, fireworks imported from overseas firing off into the night sky from the bay, carriages from all corners of the continent lining up to enter the gates for the event of the decade. The only thing that might top it being a Coronation.

The Prince was wed. It’d been a quiet ceremony a month prior despite the fanfare it could have easily gathered, private, exclusive to family, staff, and members of the clergy. That was the ceremony though, the party? The invites for that had gone as far as they could reach, the party to be held a month after, giving the newlyweds enough time to celebrate privately before they’d introduce the new royal family member to the world.

It was a time for friendships to be made for the future, a time for people to connect and celebrate, so they tackled it separately. Steve took the Lords and Ladies that they didn’t know, gracing them with his royal presence and charm, while his better, funnier, far more charismatic half took the ones they did know.

Which meant Steve would find himself inevitably in front of two people. One, a young boy with fluffy, brown curls, brown eyes, and soft, almost chubby features, couldn’t be older than fourteen maximum, and a much older man, broad shouldered and while aged, with greying hair and weathered skin, he looked healthy, dressed not quite like a lord, but certainly not poor, his hand resting gently atop the youngers opposite shoulder, arm around him.

“It’s truly an honour to be welcomed into your celebration, your highness, can’t say I expected to be here but… my nephew here received an invite and didn’t want to come on his own, bit young to be travelling the kings road by himself you see.” His tone of voice was soothing, pleasant on the ears and… honestly kind of familiar.

Steve found himself comforted in it and didn’t find that weird enough to think too strongly about. Instead he aimed a warm, welcoming smile down to the boy under the elders guidance.

“Well, it’s an honour to have you both, thank you for coming, although forgive me, I must say i’m at a slight loss as to your names?” he didn’t want to be rude but… usually people introduced themselves first.

“Shoot, my apologies, ain’t quite used to people not knowing my name, where I’m from we all kinda know each other. Wayne Munson, Your highness. And this is my nephew, Dustin, the young Lord of Forest Hills. He uh… he inherited the manor there after my brother passed the summer before last.”

“It shouldn’t have gone to me” The boy spoke without hesitance, although with a slight lisp as his teeth hadn’t quite grown in yet. “It should have gone to my brother. What am I to do with a mansion?”

“Yeah well. Can’t change that now, kiddo, ain’t got any idea where that old oaf sent ‘im.”

“That’s why we’re here, your highness.” Steve raised a brow, Wayne looked pained at such a direct approach but… he said nothing to argue it, maybe he was just used to the kids’ approach. “Not to… intrude on your celebrations, but I wasn’t sure when I’d next get the opportunity to approach you in person. This was my best bet. I’m hoping that… you may be able to help me.”

“Quite… direct, but I’ll humour. What do you need help with?” Dustin smiled and it damn near melted Steve’s already gooey heart. Okay, he’d happily do just about anything for this small child. Got it.

“I want to find my brother… he was… he was sold to pay for my father’s debts before I was born, but I don’t know who he was sold to, only that it was some lord or lady or someone who’d take on servants to clear debts, it’s been years your highness… if… if he hasn’t paid for them yet, then maybe we can settle them now, or come to another agreement and he can come home. I was hoping that perhaps… since you’d know a lot of Lords and Ladies, that you’d be able to find him easier than I’d be able to.”

“Alright, I mean, I’ve seen a lot of servants in my years so I’m not sure how much help I’d be in remembering which one went with who, but if anyone would know the servants, it’d be my better half. He’d probably be able to help far easier than I would, better memory for faces. C’mon, just follow the laughter.” It was loud enough, Eddie’s deep cackle of a laugh carrying effortlessly across the voices in the hall, across the music that he’d played a little of during the evening, effortlessly entertaining his gathering audience with his endless charisma and charm, he could have been a bard in another life.

He doubted his parents would have approved of him running off with a musician half as easily as they’d approved of him wedding a servant though.

It barely took any time at all for him to guide them through the crowd toward the laughter, their guests parting swiftly as he made his way through the crowd, calling out “Excuse me! Prince of the kingdom, coming through!” As he moved, much to the amusement of the man and child following him. Steve was charming, he’d definitely make a wonderful king someday given everyone seemed so at ease around him. He wasn’t intimidating, but he still held the respect of the people around him. It was nice. “Eddie!” The laughter quietened down as Eddie paused in his silly stories, redirecting that smile toward his husband from where he sat surrounded by their guests. A lute in hand casually strumming away as he spoke.

“Gasp! The hero of our tale emerges from the crowd, my dearest prince, I was just telling them how you had our field planted with flower seeds to bloom in the shape of—"

“Yep yep, I’m a ridiculously sappy romantic who proposed with a big field of flowers, everyone, sorry to intrude on story time, but there’s someone here who needs our help, Eddie, your help specifically, because I doubt it’d be any at all.”

“Ohh?” Eddie was up, putting his pilfered lute down he crossed the short distance between them, only to freeze when he finally caught sight of the duo behind his husband. “Oh.” His eyes didn’t linger on the shorter of the two of them, but the elder, that’s where Eddie seemed to be stuck, his smile gone, replaced by something unreadable.

“…Edward?” and had Steve looked to the older man, he’d have seen just how stuck he was too, his voice wavering, the man seemingly half a second away from making a move but trying his best to hold it in while the younger of the two watched them both in curiosity. “Is… is that you, boy?”

Eddie released a soft, shaky breath, then seemed to force a smile onto his face. Steve knew all of Eddie’s expressions by now, and that one… that one looked like it physically pained him to wear it. “Lord Munson, what a pleasure it is to have you at our celebration. Steve here says you need my help?” Steve was about two seconds from stepping in and cutting the meeting short, his husband looked upset, and Steve wouldn’t have that on their celebration day.

But Wayne looked just as emotional as Eddie did, while the poor younger boy looked so confused, eyes darting between his guardian and Eddie in silent question.

“Eddie… now… I know I ain’t seen you in a long time, boy, but… I recognise your mama when I see her, and you didn’t get a single gods be damned thing from that old Fustilugs, may god have zero mercy on his belligerent soul, all that hair on your head could have only come from her. Sure as hell didn’t come from us Munson’s.” Eddies lips quirked a little, just a ghost of a smile, it was enough to settle Steve’s nerves, only a little though “Please… could you hear us out?”

“Is that him?” Dustin asked, pointing to Eddie “is that—are you my brother?!” Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the boy, wide and surprised. “Holy—gods, you’re—! You’re married to the future KING! That’s…man we thought you’d still be a servant or something, we were gonna come save you! That old oaf father of ours died two years ago, took where he sent you to his grave the old Loggerhead, I’ve been trying to find you ever since but—I’m fourteen so. What Lord is gonna respond to a fourteen year olds letters enquiring about their servants, you know?” The sadness seemed to vanish, replaced with surprise, eyes wide as he took in the boy fully. “Uncle Wayne suggested we use the invite to ask the Prince cause—royalty would probably see a lot of servants right? So—” Eddie laughed. It was a short laugh, as if he couldn’t quite contain the sound, the forced smile, the pain, seeming to vanish so quickly. “what?”

“You ramble like I do.”

“Well duh, we are related.”

“So… you’re the heir he had to replace me?” Steve looked at his husband in surprise, he’d ask questions later, Eddie knew he would.

“Yeah but that’s dumb, what in seven hells is a fourteen year old, supposed to do with a mansion?! I feel like I’m drowning in it! I don’t think he expected to… you know. Die. When he did,but when you eat that much red meat and drink that much ale without anything to buffer it, it’s only a matter of time before the body just decides it’s had enough. Heart just gave up, I know, we were all surprised he had one.” Another laugh burst from Steve’s husband, and the nerves seemed to melt away with each giggle, Steve wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he… was sort of getting the idea. Eddie had never told him where he’d come from, figured it didn’t matter, and to Steve, it didn’t. This just shed some light on a mystery he didn’t think he needed to uncover “You take the mansion, mom and I are going to live with Wayne.” Eddie shot a wordless surprised expression at the elder of the two, the man simply ducking his head in blatant embarrassment.

“Honestly don’t think I need it, given the uh… circumstances” Eddie motioned to the room around him, to the guests now lowkey paying attention, Eddie clearly too amused to continue feeling pained if his smile was anything to go by. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Dustin, you’re Edward, right?”

“Eddie… I prefer Eddie, but yes.”

“Cool! Were you playing the lute before? I wanted to learn but he wouldn’t let me try, said it was a useless skill for fanciful folk and fae, can you teach me?”

“I suppose I can teach you some things… but not tonight.”

“No, no definitely not tonight, it’s celebration time tonight! We can start tomorrow, or… whenever. Just… it’s okay, right?” hope, honest to gods, innocent hope, this was a young boy hoping against all odds that his big brother would accept him, Steve couldn’t step in, this wasn’t his decision, no matter how much his life was now entwined with Eddies, he couldn’t step in here, couldn’t sway the decision, it had to be Eddie’s to make.

Eddie looked to the man standing beside his brother, risking a small smile that promised something. Something that Steve would inevitably find out to be an olive branch offered, but instead of acting on that, Eddie instead took a few steps closer, and wrapped his own arm around the smaller boy, ready to lead him off into the crowd “Yes…” he said, warmth returning to his tone as honesty seeped into his smile. “It’s okay, come on, let’s introduce you to those Lords and Ladies who ignored your letters, shall we?”

“Hells yes. Let’s make them squirm!” Eddie’s laughter carried through the crowds long after they swallowed him and his brother back up again, leaving Steve alone with the elder Munson, full of questions he didn’t know how to ask.

“My brother sold him. When he was but a boy, to pay for debts he had against some such lord or another, I never did find out who. I didn’t find out about him bein gone until the brute passed, when Dustin was declared his sole heir. Claudia was finally able to reach out to tell me without him putting a stop to it… I cut ties with my brother a long time ago, you see… I should have checked in sooner.”

“…He was sold to the crown. My mother she… she gave him to me… made him my personal servant… someone who could get me up on time, make me eat my breakfast, someone who could get me to read or go to my lessons, I know that sounds strange given he’s now my husband but… I think I loved him from the day I met him. He was my best friend for so long… had I known… I don’t know what I could have done, probably not much in the grand scheme of things since the debts were not to me, but my parents… but know that he was never not loved. My parents cherish him, I clearly love him… he has lived well here.” It didn’t matter that he’d spent time serving there. He’d been fed, kept warm, clean, he’d worked yes, but he was better for it, and he was loved. He was cherished.

Wayne breathed in a harsh sniffle through his nose, clearly full of emotion that he wasn’t used to outwardly showing. “Thank you… Your highness, for taking care of my nephew. I don’t figure it were easy. Was a little menace as a tot, always scurrying off to hide in the woods.”

“You have it wrong, Lord Munson… if anything, he’s the one who’s taken care of me and he really didn’t have it easy, I’m kind of a handful.” Eddie would have made a joke about that, but Steve meant it in earnest, there’d been struggles getting to where they were, it wasn’t easy and Steve didn’t always understand when he’d done something wrong, but they made it, they were happy. Steve would make sure they’d stay happy. “I’m going to though, take care of him… I swore it in my vows, and I swear it now.” And he’d keep swearing it, for as long as he lived, until his very last breath.

“Will you serve him, as he has you?” Would he devote the latter of his life to him, as Eddie had done so early in his?

“He is my everything, Lord Munson. I am his until the end of our days, as he is mine. I love him with everything I have, so trust me when I say, for him… Gods above, if he were the type to ask it of me—” Steve turned his head, casting his gaze across the crowd of people, across to where music had kicked back up, only off key, strings plucked strangely, as if an amateur had picked up the lute he’d left behind and Steve realised with a soft fondness that ‘not tonight’ had rapidly switched to ‘now, we’re doing this now’ gods he loved him. “Yes... as the future King I may be destined to serve the kingdom, but as a husband…”

Wayne raised a brow at his pause, but Steve didn’t see it, his eyes lingering on the slight break in the crowd, where he could see his husband, guiding his new little brothers hands on the lute he’d pilfered at the start of the party.

“I live solely to serve him.”

~End~

[certifiedloverboyyuuta]

fuck around and find out.

Flirt with Suguru at one's own risk. He’s gonna have his girl come handle that. Then handle him.

(ummmmmm....no woman should come on to my (too) nice man like this but if they do, I hope my man talks to siri like 'call. my. girl. now.’)

Contains; Hard(ish) dom geto suguru, rough fingering, name calling (slut, baby girl, probs whore too if i know myself) exhibition (he finger fucks her where some can see if they’re outside, but oh well) pussy slapping, spanking, one face slap, spit kink. character (you) is kinda rich girl brat/rude/actively entitled in the first dialogue oops get ready for more of her bc geto suguru is no1 brat tamer. Ouji (王子)means prince in Japanese and that’s Suguru’s nickname made a little less corny by being put in Japanese. Also her nickname is of course Hime (姫) bc im that guy.

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“You know, you’re really pretty. What are you doing here?” Some girl asked him.

“With my girl.”

“No way you're this pretty out here with a girl.”

Suguru huffed a laugh, trying to get out of her radius, but she clung to his wrist. “You haven’t seen my girlfriend.” He laughed again, ripping his limb away from her. “Leave me alone, okay?”

“First years like you usually don't stick with the girls they start college with.”

Suguru gave her a bemused look out of the corner of his eyes, sighing off to the side, trying to track down Satoru and give her another target. For the first time ever, he couldn’t spot a mop of white hair bobbing across the crowd. Thing was, he really hated the attention. He was holding two drinks in his hand, and he needed to get back to his girl, but this chick wasn’t allowing him to get out from behind the little bar system the frat had set up. 

“Whatever you think. Can you move?”

The girl smirked. “I think you’re lying about your girlfriend. I think, me being older and farther along in college is making you nervous.”

Suguru sighed, repeating, “Whatever you think, can you move?”

“I don’t let pretty boys out of my sight that quick. C’mon, hang with me and my friends. We’ll show you a great time.”

His phone was beneath one of the cups, thankfully, so when he instructed ‘hey siri, call Hime-sama,” it dialed and you responded, a bit distanced so he could barely hear you call him a prince, but he still said, loud enough for his iphone to hear, “Some chick is hitting on me, come get her?”

“Are you really calling your girlfriend?” the chick asked, scoffing, “You’re really that loyal to her? You know where she was?”

“I don’t care, I know she’d call me if some dude was doing the same thing. Probably doing shots with her friends, waiting for me to bring her a drink, which you are blocking me from, mind you,” Suguru said, attempting to side step her again, but the woman stopped him again. Now he was getting frustrated. This had been entertaining, at first, but she wouldn’t move, and this kitchen wasn’t nice enough to have an island with two escape routes. At this point, he was considering calling you again, just so he didn’t throw a drink in this chick’s face and be the asshole. He was 20(21 this month) here, underage drinking, and this person looked 26/28, maybe? 

Suguru reflected briefly; this was Satoru’s dream situation. Older woman (kind of).

“Where are you going?” she asked, giving what he thought she thought was a seductive smile. 

His patience flew out the window. “Move,” he said, voice low and cold, glaring down at her. “I want to go see my girlfriend.”

“Just come upstairs with me.”

Thankfully he didn’t have to answer, because he saw his girl hurtling down the spiral staircase, hitting the main floor with a wobble, head whipping from side to side before you spotted him, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater dress. You nearly charged in, taking a look at the situation and making eye contact with him before you slid past the girl to wrap an arm around the back of his neck while you stood up on your tiptoes, kissing him once, twice. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? Not really. She won’t leave me alone. Told me were bound to break up just because we’re fresh in college.”

You turned against him, your back against his front. He put a drink down to slide an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You crossed your arms, glaring at the woman. “Can you move, so he can leave? You’re being real weird, right now.”

“I’m not, I just thought-” the woman attempted.

You interrupted, snapping, “Let’s run this down; you won’t leave him alone, he called his girlfriend to get out of this situation, and you’re still here, trying him? That sounds like pressure, that sounds like you are gonna make him do something he doesn’t want to.”

“She told me she and her friends would show me a good time,” he said, setting his chin on the top of your head, enjoying this too much to let anything slide. With your curls fluffed a bit from the humidity in the house by an excess of people you looked like a lion. A very annoyed one.

“What? After you told her you had a girlfriend?” You put your hands on your cocked hips, thick thigh peeking out of the slit in your dress.

Geto set down the second drink, putting both arms around your waist, any nervousness he’d had about the situation throughly calmed by you. He always forgot how good your were at managing people. A smirk touched his face. He was going to keep talking, no matter the consequences. So what he was being mean?

With a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, soft curls brushing his lips, he spoke close to your ear. “Right after, and then I asked her to move. A second time. I asked her three times. Even told me to go upstairs with her. Should.”

You glared in the girl’s direction, crossing your arms over your chest, disturbing the chain of your purse but in your anger you ignored it. “What’s your name? Are you here on scholarship? My dad is on the board. My friend’s dad is on the board. And I have a few acquaintances, with their parents on the board. I think you chose the wrong person to fuck with.”

“I’ll leave.”

“Yea, leave, but i’ll still find out your name,” you called after her as she ran out of the room, fuming next to him.

“Listen, get me a shirt with your face on it. Text that says ‘property of (f/n) (l/n)’ and on the back, ‘my girlfriend’s father is on the board’. These parties are so tiring.”

“I know, Ouji, but we have to seem sociable before we can ignore them the rest of the new year.”

He grumbled, catching you as you tried to leave the circle of his arms. “Let’s go home. Please?”

“Alright, but we can’t irish goodbye this shit. Gotta say goodnight to Satoru and crew.”

“Oh yea?” he asked, gripping your hips with both hands, drawing your ass against him. He leaned in close, murmuring, “feel that? You’re gonna get that as soon as we get home.”

You breathed deep, tipping your head up, rocking your ass back against him. “Promise?”

“For my savior? So many orgasms.” he caught you up by your hips,  squeezing tight. “And you are not going to get out of that, even if you want, pretty girl. Matter of fact,” he hauled you over his shoulder, slapping your ass, forgetting the drinks he was bringing you. “Text them, you’re coming with me.” He wanted out of this party immediately. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and some random had taken that away from him. 

“Sugu, can’t we be polite?” You asked, though you were laughing, two hands bracing yourself against his back as he carried you out of the party. 

 “Nah, call that uber baby girl. I’m gonna make you reconsider your life.” Suguru sat on the outside bench, setting you down on his lap, groaning as you moved to straddle him, struggling to catch your purse in the middle of rearranging themselves.

“Like always?” 

He smacked your cheek before he gripped your jaw, massaging open red lips so he could spit in your mouth. “Call the uber,” he told you, wagging your head back and forth while you swallowed his spit, “be a good girl, or I’m just going to have to fuck you right here.” You moaned at those words and he hummed amusement, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. He pressed kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips, raising his honey brown eyes to glance around them. A couple people were watching their antics, not that you noticed, eyes shut, enjoying yourself as you rolled your hips to his.  You draped arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin when he released your hair, setting his fingers to the corner of your mouth instead. Suguru sighed as a little ripple of pain went through him,  meeting a few gazes pointedly. Look away. He liked that his girl was enjoying all his fingers and certainly didn't need unattractive voyeurs. 

Eventually he caught your purse, pulling the phone out of the pocket in your cute purse you used for parties; it looked vaguely expensive but not as much as some of your other ones. He relaxed back on the bench and you followed him, tucking your face into his neck. Suguru entered your passcode into your phone, a bit distracted by the kisses you were pressing to his neck. He found the app, ordering the uber; the nice car version. Last time you were in an economy car you nearly had a panic attack. His free hand was cupping your ass, kneading lightly at the flesh, your sweater dress barely covering his hand. He slipped fingers under the lacy panties, tracing over your slit. Fifteen minutes till the escalade arrived. 

“If I make you cum out here, you better do it real quiet, okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead, cuddling you closer to his chest. “You’re so fucking wet, did defending me turn you on?” You nodded, whining low as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, using his other hand to yank down your dress trying for some decency like it wasn’t obvious what they were doing. “You okay with two or you want three?”

You nodded, cheek rubbing against his chest. Your hips rocked to meet the push of his fingers into you, back arched. 

“Can you be quiet with three?”

Another head shake. This time a no, but pleading eyes looked up at him. You were so cute. He cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a brief kiss. He would give you the world if you ever asked for it. Anything you wanted that wasn’t a danger to your life, he would do it. Suguru couldn't help kissing you again, a bit needy this time, sucking your tongue into his mouth 

“Sit up against me,” he instructed, pressing his hand over your mouth when you did. “By the way, this doesn’t count in your reward tonight. Drink lots of water in that uber.” You tightened up with his words, and he swore he’d never find another girl who could would just go with the flow with him like this. Affectionately, he patted your cheek, murmuring to you, “nasty little slut, you think they all can’t see? I hope it goes around how much of a whore you are for your boyfriend.” You got tighter. He wished it was his dick inside you right now. “Ride my fingers a bit baby, my hand is tired from keeping that dumb chick away from me.”

So you did. He did you the courtesy of angling his fingers so it hit that spot he knew you were looking for. You were dripping down his fingers, poor baby, hips rolling to meet the pressure he gave you. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in your head, hips giving a frantic couple shifts, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Suguru laughed, feeling you cry out against his palm. He shoved your sweater dress down, exposing your shoulders, pressing his lips just above your collarbone, giving your skin a kiss before he bit hard once, twice, different locations. You yelped into his palm, hips jerking again above him. He could already see red beginnings of bruises staining your caramel skin. 

He started a rough pace, fingering you from the back hard as he could, with how squirmy you were getting. So he said, “Stay still, and take it. Cum one more time before the uber gets here, okay?”

And you did. You were sobbing into his hand, tears getting his hand wet, clutching at his arms. Your palms and nails dug into his skin, one hand finally going to his hair, gripping tight, cumming hard again around his fingers. Geto gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain. You wanted to play this game before they got back home, huh? He sat up, two hands on your waist to steady you as he stood them up and pushed you down on the bench, pretty collarbone and pretty face so tempting, he almost had to put his face in your pussy. 

“Told you to stay still. Not grab my hair yet.” 

He put a hand over your mouth again, three fingers back inside you, shielding them from view. You were loud. Sobbing and moaning against his hand as he dragged a third orgasm from you, almost unwilling. He slapped your pussy one, twice, driving three fingers deep into you, feeling you cum again. Suguru laughed, watching you shake beneath him, your pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, a bit glazed over. He pressed kisses all over, fingers working you through your third orgasm in twenty minutes. Good thing you were so sensitive. You kicked at him finally, eyes pleading him for mercy, and he wouldn’t have given it to you had they been in their bed. But here, he did, taking his hand off your mouth, feeling your phone buzz beside you. Uber notification; driver was here. 

Didn’t really matter. He had ten minutes till the uber left. You were still trembling, legs quivering; he was sitting on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses to your thighs. Suguru cleaned each finger that had been inside of you singularly, letting you watch him. He sat up on his knees, arranging your sweater dress properly from where he’d pulled it. Geto even tried to press out the creases, kissed you when he was done and you moaned into his mouth, grateful that when he pulled away he continued to lavish you with kisses.

“Take me home?” You asked, voice airy. 

“Can you walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

Yes I'm alive.

Yandere FNAF 1 headcanons:

(yes the art is indeed mine, I'm trying out something)

Yandere Freddy:

🎩 so first of all this dude is the looks like he could end your life in 1.0 seconds.

🎩 he definitely knows that he scares/intimidates people and thrives in it.

🎩 especially rude customers/Karen's, he loves the look on their face when he politely asks them to leave. It never gets old

🎩 now there's multiple ways you could meet this guy:

A: your working night shift and he slowly becomes obsessed

Or B: your working dayshift and you draw his attention. By either kicking someone out or just being kind to the kids.

🎩 either way he's certainly interested in you.

🎩 th first time you guys actually officially meet he tries to make a good impression. Y'know: being all gentlemanly and nice.

🎩 this bear LOVES to follow you around, but he doesn't want to come off as clingy to you so he restraints himself and stays on stage.

🎩 he really enjoys physical affection, he likes to give you bear hugs and nuzzle in to you.

🎩 although do not be fooled by him, he may seem to be a cute cuddle bear but when he doesn't like someone which is almost anyone who approaches you he gets mad easily.

🎩 he has some anger issues (not as bad as Monty but)

🎩 he deals with you being defiant in two ways:

He either waits till your done with your 'tantrum' as he calls it or he just locks you backstage for awhile.

🎩 he doesn't like having to punish you, he prefers to just cuddle you and smother you in affection.

🎩 most of the FNAF 1 gang are definitely some of the softest when it comes to you.

"are you ready for Freddy~?"

Yandere Bonnie:

💜 he's probably the most aggressive and cunning of the group. Finding ways to manipulate and toy with people.

💜 that however, does not apply to you. He would never.

💜 when he met you he just knew that it was love at first sight.

💜 this dude is 100 percent a worshipper, he can't keep his filthy paws off of you! Your just so perfect~

💜 he doesn't care if he comes off clingy tbh, cause he IS clingy. He, also like Freddy: loves to follow you around like a lost puppy.

💜 now he isn't delusional, at least completely. He smart enough to know that what he's feeling is wrong that he shouldn't be feeling it. But the thing is that he straight up doesn't care that he's delusional, He's happy and everyone else can die in a ditch 😀.

💜 he really likes to call you pet names like: darlin', sweets, and even cottontail is he feeling frisky 😉 (yes, I do headcanon them with ai's that are supposed to replicate humans and their feelings).

💜 but he....doesn't take defiance very well: it causes him to sober up a bit out of his delusions that he created. And as such he will get kinda pissed with you.

💜 but on a bit of a lighter note he likes to play music with you :)

💜 he likes to play your favorite song on his guitar and sing to you. (Yes, he can sing)

💜 he loves you so much, and you'll never get rid of him.

"sweets! I was worried you'd left...."

Yandere chica:

🧁 ah yes, mama chica.

🧁 I headcanon her as very sweet and loveable. Everyone likes her.

🧁 she's also an excellent cook, meaning whatever your favorite food is she will try to cook it for you.

🧁 she loves to give you hugs! She just loves you in general. There is absolutely nothing you could do that wouldn't make her just adore your every move.

🧁 you could litterly be a serial killer that kills for sport and she will think your an angel from heaven.

🧁 she isn't delusional, just lovesick. And oh so desperate for your affection and attention: like foxy and Goldie, she wants your attention a lot. But she isn't forceful like Cassidy is.

🧁 she deals with your tantrums in a different way, instead of punishing you like the others she just shuts you up with food XD

🧁 but if someone were to hurt you their dead meat.

"honey would you mind helping me make more cupcakes?"

Yandere foxy:

🏴‍☠️ our favorite pirate fox boy ✋☺️.

🏴‍☠️ ngl he's probably the softest out of the group. He's just so lonely to the point he craves attention. Please give it to him 🥺🙏.

🏴‍☠️ he's probably the only one that wouldn't kidnap you (unless your in danger)

🏴‍☠️ he's a soft boy ✋. Also those ears? Give em a pat.

🏴‍☠️ he really likes telling you about his adventures (pirate stories). He is quite a talker, he'll talk for hours about random shit untill it's six.

🏴‍☠️ he littlerly talked the night away.

🏴‍☠️ he gets kinda sad when you go home but he understands. He has some humanity 👌.

🏴‍☠️ despite being soft he flirts with you like there's no tomorrow. He does it in front of the others to.

🏴‍☠️ he deals with you yelling at him in a way he knows squeezes your heart strings: he just looks down in shame with his ears flat. Works every time.

🏴‍☠️ you wouldn't even guess he's a yandere till someone gets a little close to his liking.

"yarharhar! Don't worry darlin', i'll show that scallywag!"

Yandere golden Freddy/Cassidy:

💛 oh Lord, if you thought Freddy and bonnie were bad, wait till you see him. He's littlerly the biggest simp ever.

💛 you could just be breathing and he'll compliment on how utterly ✨bootiful✨ you look.

💛 being an old fredbear suit (this is my au) he can't move around much, but he can still somewhat move his arms. Which works well when they have to dispose of someone.

💛 he would littlerly jump off a cliff if you asked him.

💛 and they just love you so much they can't even say.

💛 they aren't to big on physical affection but he likes cuddles alot :D

💛 if anyone even much looks at you though he's ready to roundhouse this bish-

💛 how dare they breathe the same air as you 😤✋

💛 he's actually pretty manipulative, he does things he knows you like to attract you to them.

💛 and with tantrums? He just holds you and ignores all the biting and crying :)

💛 he isn't delusional but he isn't all that....sober either. He switches off.

💛 he's not very emotionally stable, but he tries :'(

💛 though he just likes to hold you with that same lovesick look in his nonexistent eyes

"darling....could you please come here? I would like to hold you right now"

[surshica]

MESMERIZED !

request : chishiya x black!fem reader

genre : fluff — imagines

warnings : contains swearing and kinda ooc chishiya

A/N : this request made me squeal and kick my feet n shit omg. i tried making imagines OK BUT THID MADE ME WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER RAHAHSHSH. anyways ENJOYING HAHAH I TRIED.

— CHISHIYA x BLACK!FEM READER

BEFORE BODERLANDS —

chishiya knew abt you since you had thick long curly hair

he thought it was too much of a distraction to have your hair half up half down with the curls, they weren’t even distracting; he was just mesmerized by the curls

i mean what can you say not a lot of japanese women have dark skin and beautiful curly hair.

it took him a while to even talk to you since you had that natural rbf.

when he actually finally to talk to you, you were the most down to earth person; he just assumed that you were rude because of the rbf.

to his dismay you were in fact taller than him, he hated the fact you had to look down at him but it gave him some butterflies.

whenever you two would hang out he always noticed you were the type to dress up; not in a formal way but in a very fashionable sense.

you always had some kind of makeup on you but you would mainly carry gloss with you. chishiya watches from afar when you reapply the gloss.

he was a strawberry person and you were a coconut person.

ever time you passed by him at the hospital he would get a whiff of coconut coming from your hair even during the winter; he found it quite relaxing

you would always ramble to him about work and the shitty people at school since you were going back to school #scholar!!!

he noticed you express yourself a lot through hand emotions as well.

whenever you put your hair up in a bun or tight ponytail he would be like ‘the curls 😧’

he wants to play with the curls but never does because he doesn’t want to seem weird

OMG IMAGINE HIM BEING INVITED OVER RIGHT, and he goes into your bathroom and he sees so many different products and he asks you “what’s this”

pure shock washed over your face

you had invited him over to help you with an assignment for your clsss but instead it turned into an hour discussion about the products

LIKE YOU EVEN SHOWED HIM WHAT TO USE TO MAKE HIS HAIR SILKER, SHINIER, ETC.

boy was mesmerized pt.2

he even went out his way to use the products you told him to use AND LORD BE HOLD it made his hair softer

like for your birthday he got you a bunch of hair products and jewelry that he thought you’d love AND HE WAS RIGHT

he got you some cute bracelets and necklaces and the next time he saw you at work you showed off your bracelets he got you

little did you know HE WAS WEARING THEM UNDERNEATH HIS COAT.

he loved the way pastels and nudes looked on your skin tone.

you had a dark skin tone with pink undertones so even the slightest blush was visible

he would get dirty looks from people since you were not the same pale skinned japanese you see; but he seriously DGAF.

you always invited him over for dinner since you knew he wasn’t the best cook; he didn’t show it but he did enjoy the food

“chishi!! should i straighten my hair? i feel like curls are too much of a hassle to take care of.”

“no.” “the curls give personality. i cant say the same about straight hair”

OMFG AND THE TIME YOU HAD YOUR HAIR IN LIKE BOHEMIAN GODDESS BRAIDS HE FELT A LITTLE SPARK IN HIM

he seriously can’t decide if you look better with your natural curly hair or the braids.

THERE WAS ONE TIME HE REALLY EANTED TO TOUCH YOUR CURLS and he asked for permission.

that took you by pure shock tbh, you looked at him and laughed at him, “you don’t have to ask chishi. we are besties”

like he buffered slightly and you didn’t feel his hands mess with the curls BUT INSTEAD YOU FELT HIS FACE PLUNG INTO THE CURLY FLUFF.

“soft.” was all you heard escape from his lips.

DURING BODERLANDS —

luckily you and chishiya were right next to eachother when the fireworks went off. that didn’t mean you weren’t shitless scared none of the less

you stuck next to chishiya until you two made it to the beach.

you weren’t as scared anymore but rather confident and more witty. still uber friendly to everyone in the beach

you even met kuina and you two bonded SM.

kuina and you became shit talking buddies with chishiya with you.

while you two were at the beach, the number one rule was to wear beachwear all the time SOO WHEN HE SAW YOU IN A LILAC PURPLE BAKINI WITH A MESH SKIRT TIED TO YOUR HIP WITH A CRYSTAL WAIST CHAIN; HE FELT SOMETHING. HE FELT MORE THAN JUST BUTTERFLIES.

you were wearing the bracelets he would give you, you even noticed HE WAS WEARING THEM. you felt some butterflies teehee

even during these terrible times you still had time to maintain your curls, they weren’t happy with how they looked so you ended up cutting it to a shoulder length.

chishiya was so upset he didn’t talk yo you for some time at the beach

when you finally confronted him about it, to your surprise he was mourning the loss of the long curls.

most of them time during the beach kuina felt some of the most romantic tension EVER.

kuina would always tease him about it but would deny it saying you’re only besties.

while at the beach, you kinda stuck out like a sore thumb. everyone was pale japanese women/girls. and you were a tall dark skinned beautiful black women

you caught niragi’s attention so many times yet you always turned him down, you weren’t scared of him.

chishiya didn’t want anyone touching you so he became your own personal body guard even going to games with you.

kuina literally did everything in her power to get you two to date but yall were so delusional she gave up.

as time went on you met usagi and arisu and you absolutely loved them

but after finding out what chishiya did to them, you were upset and disappointed with him you stopped talking to him all round.

he got scared because he didn’t see you at all on the cameras for witch hunt but he found you simply in the bathroom doing your hair chilling

he didn’t know how to apologize but he just looked at you with a sad eyes. you gave him the eye roll forgiving him.

since the beach was going to shit, you put on some white shorts and a jacket leaving with him.

even in just shorts and a bikini top he had these butterflies ALL ROUND.

the two weren’t surpised when mira was the one behind all of the games, but having the jack of spades be the first one to come after the two of you? shit was messy.

you had to grab chishiya since this mf wont run for his life.

you ended up getting separated from the gang so it was just you a chishiya.

you were so over games but yet he wanted to do more and more and more.

since it was basically an apocalypse your curls started to dread and you hadn’t found the time to even do makeup

chishiya was fairly upset that your curls weren’t curling anymore, it became his life goal mission to get out of this hell hole.

when niragi shot chishiya YOU COULDNT EVEN STOP THE SASS.

you had wrapped him up in the bandages you had in your bag, he would tease you about being so tensed.

“chishi if you don’t shut up i’m going to hurt you even more”

chishiya had realized that maybe he should go for the risk in life.

“maybe when we get out of this hell hole, we can go on a date.”

“are you asking me on a date?”

“and if i said yes?”

the fireworks went off, a smile caved onto your lips “i accept your offer”

AFTER BODERLANDS —

you weren’t seriously injured but you had to find chishiya and ofc you found him in the spot you and him would always meet up at

he was more concerned about your hair running his hands through the now short hair curls

HE WAS UPSET. LIKE HE MISSED IT.

you even went on a ramble on what happened, you kept looking at him asking if he was okay

he had to get on his tippy toes to give you a peck on the lips.

THAT TOOK YOU BY SURPRISE BRO. having pink undertones, the BLUSH WAS SO BRIGHT.

“sometimes you ramble too much.”

you bent down giving him a kiss before quickly pulling away cover your flushed state.

“and i’ve been waiting for that. you took forever chishi”

“you know i never thought you’d like me that much chishi~”

“what can i say? i like your curly hair. it really made me mesmerized”

[surprisenhi]

Gojo x shy (y/n) x Geto

May 2005

Going to the entrance of the Tokyo metropolitan Curse Technical College, (y/n) admires the building and its surrounding.

„Wow- it’s so beautiful and a lot more enormous than on the pictures! I can’t believe I get the chance to study here“, (y/n) thought, „Alright! You can do this- you can do this- you can d-“

After not paying attention to her surrounding, (y/n) bump into a tall boy with a man bun.

(y/n) was shocked and instantly bow toward the person she bump into nervously „I am so so so sorry! I didn’t pay any attention, please accept my apology! I am really sorry!“

She than thought „ great (y/n)- great... This is definitely not how to start your first school day...“

She only could heard an amusement chuckle from the person she bump into „ please ray your head. It’s really not a problem. I hope you are not hurt and also I should have paid more attention to where I go“

Shortly after the boy said that, you could hear an other person within the group laughing their ass off as you still bow, which makes you even more nervous than before.

„ Satoru! Stop laughing- it’s not funny. Can’t you behave at least ones?!“ said the boy you bump into

The other guy who you now could identify as Satoru and who still giggles, just wave off the guy next to him „But Suguru! The interaction was just to hilarious to not laugh. I mean- just look at her sweating. She might cry any second ha ha-hey, that hurts!“

Taking a deep breath, the guy named Suguru turns toward (y/n) and again apologies for his friend.

The girl next to Satoru smiled at (y/n) knowing who she was „You must be the transfer student! Ehm... (y/n)! (L/n) (y/n), Right? I am Ieiri Shoko, nice to meet you and please don’t mind these two idiots here. They are kinda stupid- well at least the one with the white hair, he he“

After she said that an argument between them broke out and they try to defend themselves and how rude it is to call someone stupid before their face

(y/n) could only look at them shocking and start to break out of the bow and slowly goes from the group away without someone noticing it

„You are stupid yourself Shoko! And- wait... where is this girl? Aw- crap she must have leave as we argued.“ Satoru tries to find you, but without success

„Well, who starts to laugh without any actual reason, you dickhead.“

„What did you just say Suguru?! You want to fight or something?!“

Ieiri was the one who stop their bickering by hitting their shoulders, which both of them respond back with a „Hey!“

Finally (y/n) found the way to her new classroom and stands before it after arriving 5 minutes to late.

She could here bickering and talking behind the door, but (y/n) did not dare to go inside after what just happened some minutes ago so she decided to stand still. And argued back and forth if she should go inside or not.

On the other side, Satoru recommend his new favourite dessert

„You guys really should try it, it’s delicious and absolutely worth its price. How about we go-... Hey! There is someone behind the door.

Why don’t you come inside!“

Not having a choice, (y/n) decided to go along and opens the door, where she surprisingly just see 3 other classmates and probably her teacher.

„6 Minutes to late. That’s not a good start to the new school year. I hope you will do better next time, (l/n)-san“ said the teacher, Masamichi Yaga

Again like bumping into the boy a while ago (y/n) instantly bow nervously and repeatedly apologise for her lateness.

„HA! It’s her- the weirdo! Look look, she is weird again, how funny!“

„Satoru, shut up, will you. I apologise again for his dirty mouth.“ The boy which you know as Suguru gave you a sorry look

In disbelief Satoru stands up and look towards Suguru with an angry face and shout some insult.

„Alright, silence please! This is as today your new classmate, so be nice- especially you, Gojo-san.

Please introduce yourself, (l/n)-san.“ said Yaga

„Ah, yes of course. Ehm... my name is (y/n) (l/n) and I am looking forward to this school year with you all, thank you.“

„ Thank you as well. Ok, our lesson will end here, because of a meeting I need to attend, therefore you guys have free and please someone show (l/n)-san at least the dorms or better the whole building.“

(y/n) could only look at her feet as she feel 2 person intensely staring at her, like some pray. Nervously, she looks up and meet 2 eyes with an mysterious glint, which makes her shiver and look back toward he feet. Some second later she could hear noises and footsteps, which than stop.

(y/n) look up to see all of her classmates, specific 3 person, stands before her and staring doing with different facial expressions.

„Alright guys, you are scaring her if you stare at her like that. Anyways, I already introduce myself remember, Ieiri Shoko- that’s me. And this guy with the sun glasses is-„

„Gojo Satoru, you better remember this name, baby deer or maybe you already know it because of my fame-„

„Yeah, yeah Satoru. My name is Geto Suguru, and I officially welcome you to the Tokyo metropolitan Curse Technical College.“