#its so easy to laugh its so easy to hate it takes guts to be gentle and kind????????

[starsofthevalley]

also screaming and crying because i know it’s over by jeff buckley kills my soul in the best way possible

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rip post THG/early CF Peeta, you would've loved I Know it's Over by The Smiths

[saetoru]

Tee…

I’m now on my hands and knees BEGGING for bully Gojo who is (secretly) DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE over the reader PLEASE ANY CRUMBS I WILL TAKE

(you don’t actually have to write this it was just a nice thought)

idkkkkk if it’s rly bully gojo—but he’s definitely a real cunt for sure.

i just think about an asshole! gojo a lot like he’s ur lab partners or something and he does that stereotypical jerk move where he’s like “seriously ?? her ??” when he’s first paired with you. and he’s just naturally an douche, yk ?? wears sunglasses indoors and makes jokes at the professors expense under his breath that gets him snickers and snorts from his frat guys in his class. has to be asked more than once to “please keep it down in the middle of class” by wtv prof he’s in class with.

and he ofc makes u do all the work bc he can’t be bothered—and on the rare occasion that he is bothered, he just does a poor job that’s the bare minimum and sloppy enough that ur like wtv i’ll just do it myself. and then ofc sometimes u don’t have a choice but to meet up to finish something after class every now and then—he wouldn’t care to, but he actually needs to know the stuff for the final report he has to write individually, so he begrudgingly meets up with you, and sometimes you notice his friends give you an amused look when he walks up with them. they snicker before they leave as he sits with you. sometimes they make a snide comment here and there like “have fun with ur super hot date” that makes him roll his eyes—he doesn’t do much to hide the look of distaste on his face.

but then—and he doesn’t even know when it happens—you start to slowly grow on him. because ur actually pretty snarky urself, sometimes making a dry comment here and there about the professor and his stupid bald headed self. sometimes a girl in the distance laughs too hard a group of guys that u roll ur eyes and mumble how “if i had a voice like that i’d never laugh in public” and it makes him snort a bit without meaning to. sometimes you stare daggers at the person who has their music so loud thru their headphones they can’t help but notice u and turn it down in embarrassment. ur actually not as much of a pushover as he thought—you just genuinely think he’s too incapable to help u out that you’ve just shrugged him off and started doing his part. it’s an easy weekly lab class anyway, you don’t need him—and then he realizes that u rly just don’t care for him. his little snickers at u with his friends and their snide comments roll off ur back bc well…he’s him—an asshole little frat boy and u didn’t expect anything better from him. so it makes him a little intrigued—maybe a little wounded in his pride, deep down, because no one has ever been indifferent to him before. they’re either madly in love, or they hate his guts, or they follow his lead. either works—he still gets the attention he craves.

but u just don’t rly care. and ur actually pretty cool, and kinda sorta funny in a way no one else is. he likes it…and fuck, now he’s starting to like you. he can tell bc when his friends ask how his little date with you went, he starts getting a bit huffy ab it bc they don’t need to talk about you. they don’t even know you…but also….its not a date. and that’s the worst part. sometimes it feels like a date. almost—sometimes you both decide to take a break in between and go get a coffee or a light snack. sometimes he’s even paid (to which you look mildly shocked before politely thanking him) and you both walk back to the library while u make light banter and it’s…well, fun. and nice. and your laugh is pretty. and your smile is kinda cute and he (though he hates to admit it) rly likes it when u laugh because of him.

and then things start to get messy—really, he didn’t mean for it to start this way. he really was meaning to ask you in a genuine manner to see u again once the semester was finished. because he’s actually started pulling his weight—he wants u to see him for someone who’s smart. satoru is actually rly rly smart and no one knows it because he doesn’t rly show it but he is. he wants u to see that side of him—somehow there’s some sick validation he rly needs from you knowing he’s not a dense frat guy who drinks and fucks until 3 am every night. so he starts doing his parts and actually communicates with u about sections. so starts ur texting routine—sometimes a little longer than u rly need to for just doing a lab together. sometimes it’s “did u hear ab that girl in our class getting dumped in front of the kfc ??” and sometimes it’s “god our prof rly needs to get some pussy” and other times it’s “look what the guy who sits behind us just posted on his story” and it leads to a few long convos that admittedly…are rly fun. ur so fun. he likes it. he rly does like u and he thinks maybe….maybe he’s grown on u too and you know what ?? satoru’s always a jerk but ur nice and who’s to say he can’t be nice too ?? just for one person. for u, he can be a nice guy—u carried lab all on ur own long enough that u deserve it anyway.

until he gets swayed in that way only a coward can. in that way you do when ur used to being “the man” around ur friends and ur too pressured to keep up that energy for appearances sake bc u don’t wanna be the laughing stock who softened up for “some nerdy chick who’s a nobody.” so he laughs when they laugh at the fact that ur probably “still a virgin who’s never touched a guy before” and then they’re patting gojo on the back and shoving at his shoulder as they laugh harder and suggest that “y’know what would be so funny man ?? if u took her virginity. you could probably do it.”

the thought is sickening because…satoru wouldn’t want to fuck you like that. god, you have him caring about when and how he fucks you—in fact, just thinking about you lewdly makes him feel guilty. disrespectful, even. you’re more than a fleshlight for his dick. since when did he become so respectful ?? but he doesn’t know how to say no, especially when everyone starts agreeing one after the other—and oh no, now they’re betting on how quickly he can do it….and oh, now it’s not just fucking. now it’s “how long until you think she’s head over heels for you? man, that would be a sight, huh ??”

and….well, satoru decides it couldn’t hurt, right ?? he does want to be romantically involved so that would include you being head over heels. hopefully. fingers crossed. and he doesn’t rly want to seem lame in front of the guys either, so he gets to keep both sides of the coin, so is it really that bad ?? maybe not the right idea but certainly the right execution. he’ll treat you well—that much he’s confident of. so he forces out a laugh and says “gimme a month or two, you’ll see.”

and a month or two they give him. and a month or two it takes—but not for you to be head over heels. it’s him who’s utterly and completely obsessed and fallen head first and whatever else they say to describe love because wow. this must be what it is. this must be that stupid fairytale shit they always talk about because fuck, no one has ever looked at him like that. like he’s some miracle to this earth and some wonder only you know of—like you hope it stays that way and that he’s yours and yours alone and no one else comes in to take him away. satoru really likes being yours, it kinda feels better than you being his. being yours means you hold him like that at night and wake him up to a kiss between his brows and sometimes, when he gets those migraines he’s prone to getting, you always seem to know. always seem to understand when to close the blinds and keep quiet and wrap him up in the covers as you rub your thumbs over his temples soothingly.

he almost forgets about that silly little bet he made two months ago when he’s around you. actually, he forgets everything when he’s around you. he’s only ever thinking about you, you, you. when he comes back to his frat house, on the other hand, they’re all gathered around waiting for the newest details. how you must’ve been so pathetically star struck by him. how you must be embarrassingly bad at kissing. how you must stutter over every other word around him. how you must be making a complete and utter fool of urself trying to impress him and be someone you’re not bc the real you would never pique his interest.

they’re wrong ofc. if anyone’s star struck, it’s satoru bc how the hell are u so…cool ?? and so funny and witty and carefree ?? and you’re good at kissing—have him chasing your lips with a whine every time. sometimes you even chuckle at him when he does and make him blush a bit. he’s the one who stutters over his words when he sees you in your little date night outfits. sometimes he watches you drink from your straw and his brain short circuits a little until you snap at him and ask him in confusion if he’s alright. but the real kicker ?? it’s that if anyone’s pretending, it’s satoru. you’re always just you—unapologetically so, that it’s endearing and beautiful and so unearthly he wonders how he got so lucky. but him ?? he’s always acting like some guy he’s not. some chivalrous guy who opens doors and pushes out seats and kisses the back of hands and waits at least a few dates before even considering fucking. some nice, sweet, genuine guy who’s deserving.

he’s not that—never was. if you knew the real him, you’d leave in a heartbeat. it’s a scary thought. a raw feeling he doesn’t like. makes him feel all self conscious and insecure and all that weird shit he never thought he’d feel.

he tries. so hard, he tries to make them forget about that silly little bet and just slowly drop it and maybe even forget ur dating so he can just stay living this peaceful little fantasy with you—but that’s stupid. that’s naive. it’s been 4 months and enough is enough—the guys need to see the look on ur face when u realize what a fool ur being and satoru is “being a lazy ass who’s too comfortable not having for work for pussy these days.” so then there’s a video going around. it’s everyone gathered around on the couch drunk and talking about you. and satoru. you both, in fact. how it’s been two months and u seem desperate for his attention with the shrill little voice you use to call him toru, baby! it’s so, so fucking embarrassing, they say. how you think he likes it. (he does. god he does so much, it hurts. he loves it, actually, when you call him that. makes him feel special in a way he never has.) but then, the worst, most disgustingly nauseous part of the whole thing is when satoru laughs along and plays into their awful words. just lets them talk about you like you’re some piece of meat. something for him to chew up and spit out after he has a taste or you. not even worth savoring and enjoying. he laughs along and agrees—you’re nothing special and he can’t wait until he’s free of you.

that part hurts. that part sucks the most—when he acts like he didn’t tremble under your touch every time you kissed him. like he didn’t beg you to stay just five more minutes! before walking out the door to go home. he acts one way in front of you and one way in front of them and what’s worse ?? you don’t know which one is real. couldn’t tell even if your life was on the line to decide. because there’s no way he’s that good at pretending to be desperately in love, no fucking way. but there’s also no way he can be in love if he’s talking about you like that. that’s not what love is—that’s not what love feels like. that’s not what it means to someone.

you don’t know which satoru is the real one, but you know that neither is worth your time. not if he can’t stick to it.

it’s terrible thing—the way you break up. it’s messy and teary and he’s begging, he’s actually begging. he never thought he’d do that. but he doesn’t even hesitate to plead for you to hear him out. baby, please let me explain. wait, please don’t walk away—please just listen! i can explain.

he can’t explain, though when you as him to. stands there with a bitten bottom lip and teary eyes that are pleading you to just stay with him. to overlook this and just … ignore it like it’s nothing. like what he did and said was just nothing and you can shrug it off like you’re nothing too. like your feelings are nothing and so is your worth and that’s why you should just ignore the way he absolutely destroyed your pride and reputation and dignity and worse….every ounce of your love.

such deep, raw, pure love—it’s almost enough to heal every dry crack and crevice of this earth and bring it back to life.

you look at him with teary eyes and something so broken, it makes him feel like dirt beneath your feet.

“it’s embarrassing, satoru,” you hiss that night through tears, “you’re in your twenties getting a degree and you’re still just a high school bully. life’s really gonna kick you in the ass some day.”

life’s already kicking him in the ass as soon as you walk out. the air is colder. the world is dimmer. food doesn’t taste as good and fuck—there is just so much loneliness when you have no one to be yourself with. when there’s no you.

but he supposes you’re right though—he is just a bully. it’s pathetic, really. and maybe it’s for the best. maybe you don’t deserve someone who’s only ever known how to feel good because someone else doesn’t.

[ningvory]

good girl — kim chaewon

g!p meangirl!chaewon x f!reader

CW: college au, the fimmies are sick perverts, public humiliation, lowkey kdrama bullying, readers a virgin and a loner, choking, blackmailing, dubcon, reader wears glasses, pussy eating, slight pussy slapping, recording, degration, dumbification, backshots, sorta public sex, voyerism

wc —> 3.1k

nabi’s messages: GUESS WHO’S OUTTA WRITERS BLOCK!? WE CHEERED!! finally on summer break so hopefully i’ll be writing more frequently 🤞🤞 uhhh also not fully proofread but when is it ever proofread!?

you hated her.

kim chaewon, the rich, gorgeous, athletically and academically talented, and of course she’s drop dead gorgeous. everyone either wanted to be her or be with her.

whenever she’d roam the halls with her clique; sakura, yunjin, and kazuha people would stare in awe but as well as fear. after all, she is the school’s bully, a wolf in sheep’s clothing you may say.

and you were her favorite target.

you, were unfortunately chaewon’s favorite person to torment ever since the first year of college. you were easily an easy target to pick on by her. your style was apparently too old and not up to date with what’s the style now and your glasses were just entirely too big for your face.

so of course you stuck out to chaewon. it was so shocking that it was basically like comedy to her that you even got in a place like this, in a crowd full of the rich. she’d mock you to her friends and it brought her to tears from how long she laughed at you cluelessly trying to figure out where your classes were. she couldn’t wait to make you her plaything in more ways than one.

the bell rang for lunchtime to start. something that you really didn’t enjoy due to the loudness of the area.

you tried finding a empty table, just so you can sit down and enjoy your meal and luckily, you found one and you sat down about 4 seats down from a group of girls

you felt eyes on you, turning your head to see who it was, meeting the eyes of a girl with short blonde hair who had a undeniable look of disgust on her face.

“who told you to sit at our table?” she scoffed, before looking you up and down. you looked at her confused, its a table? a school lunch table at that, who was she to tell you that you couldn’t sit at the table?

you rolled your eyes and ignored her, tending to your food. you kept taking bites of your food, going to unlock your phone as you heard loud giggles from besides you.

“did you hear me, bitch? who told you to sit at this table?” she smirked, snatching your phone out of your hand, making your attention go to her, trying to get your phone back.

in a swift motion, you snatched your phone out of her hands, “the fuck is wrong with you? the table is for anyone to sit at, bitch.” you remarked, giving her a judgmental look.

her smirk was completely whipped off, “are you seriously talking to me like that? you’ve got some guts, little girl.” her lips curled up into a cocky smile before she stood up and pulled your hair with a harsh grip, pulling you off the chair before she shoved you, making you loose balance and fall to the hard floor of the cafeteria. the goosebumps began to rise on your uncovered legs and arms from the coldness of the floor.

“ow— a-are you fucking crazy!?” you screamed at her, caressing the spot of hair which she pulled on, making everyone’s attention fall on you and her.

she snickered at you, looking down at you like you were some dog before she grabbed your bottle full of milk and crouched down to your height.

“tsk. next time watch who you talk to, dummy.” she speaks with that tone full of disgust and grabs your chin to look at her.

a sinister smile appears on her face watching how your face was laced with fear before she poured the milk on your head. completely soaking your body with the cold liquid, your hair that took you hours to do was ruined, your face was soak in it, your glasses had spots of milk on it, and your white uniform top was soaked and exposed your bra under your top.

all eyes were on you. you heard the sound of cameras clicking and people laughing and murmuring with their friends about how pathetic you looked shaking and drenched with milk. until chaewon arose and gave a stare that shut everyone up and divert their attention away from you.

that was the first ever encounter and was definitely not the last, especially since the teachers were so pathetically helpless. but even if they tried, she could bribe her way out of any situation she’d be put in, or she could blackmail the teachers if they ever thought about stopping her, she had everyone’s secrets.

after the first situation, it just got worse for you. it seemed like everywhere you went she was right there, it was like she was obsessed with breaking you down to nothing but her personal pet. from forcing you to do her homework or else she’d physically assault you until you complied, to dragging you out of your lesson without a care in the world to force you to get on your knees while she used your mouth to get off.

you’re currently in your junior year of college still being tormented by chaewon and her clique, you learned now that they go by ‘the fimmies’ — sometimes you liked to joke and called them ‘the dummies’ due to the fact that they force you and others to do their homework. like seriously, you can’t do the work yourself? eventually the pain they’ve inflicted on you for the past two years, you’ve grown used to it, not having the energy to fight her back as much as you did before. you’ve been given the name by the students, ‘chaewon’s feisty bitch’ or ‘the fimmies’ pet’ and everyone knows you for that, not your actual name.

now you were currently in the garden of the school, doing your homework. the only place you felt safe from chaewon and her harassment, that was until the devil herself appeared infront of you.

“yah..” she said relatively relaxed and soft, alarmingly soft. which made your blood run cold, but you ignored her, continuing to try and focus on your work.

“yah! i know you hear me, look at me.” she said, gripping onto your jaw and jerking your head to her direction.

“ow—what is it now?” you wince at her grip on your jaw, looking at her in her eyes.

“be a good girl and do my homework, since you like doing homework so much. it’s past school hours, why the fuck are you still here?” she questioned, bringing your face closer to hers.

you could ask her the same thing, it’s not like she’s in any sports or afterschool activities.

“you don’t have to be so aggressive about it..” you whine. the following silence was odd, especially when it’s chaewon, the usual bitch who makes a big deal about literally anything.

nothing was heard but the few birds chirping and the cars driving by.

“follow me.” she said completely monotones with a unreadable expression on her face, she let go of your face, letting you put your stuff in your bag, surprisingly. before she’s dragging you along to wherever she’s taking you.

—

she pushed you into a classroom, professor kim’s classroom to be exact, your favorite professor. your eyes widened with horror when you saw her usual clique in the room, laughing at your expression.

“what’s wrong, ynnie? not happy to see us?” sakura, the eldest out of the clique asked. before sadistically smiling at you, which made you shiver.

“let’s play a game, ‘kay?” chaewon walked to you, making you walk backwards, trying to get away from her, but soon your body comes in contact with the wall, causing her to grin.

soon her lips are come in contact with yours, cupping your face and hungrily making out with you. you were caught completely off guard, giving her easy access to slip her tongue in your mouth to fully make out with you. it was sudden and she’d never make out with you, what changed now?

she pulled away when she felt herself become breathless, you opened your eyes and caught your breath. desperately trying to catch her breath, “here" she tossed the keys behind her back. "lock the door."

the color was drained from your face when you let those words set in. “hey! w-what—what do you—”

your sentence was cut off when your neck was gripped so tight it left you speechless. your hands instantly went to claw at her hands on your neck, trying to get her to ease up.

she brought her mouth to your ear, “the game is simple. it’s called, ‘how to be a good girl’ it’s only one simple rule, do everything i tell you to do without fighting back and it’ll be easier for you, ‘kay?” she brought her head to its original position, using more force on your neck.

you nodded your head letting out a chocked out, “alright” before she finally let go of your neck. making you gasp out, gasping for air once more.

her friends were highly amused, each of them had a sinister smile on their faces before cracking up in laughs. kazuha even pulled her phone out, which made you look at her, silently pleading for her to put the phone away.

“kazuha—please d-don’t record—” you go to say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, your reputation was at risk and she knowing her, she didn’t care.

the girl in question, kazuha, scoffed before giggling, “relax ynnie. if you're a good girl and listen to us, i promise i wont post it anywhere.

you could only trust her words, but you already knew they were 9 times out of 10, a bunch of lies, to calm you down.

“now strip, puppy.” chaewon added, lips curling up into a grin, pushing you in the center of the room.

you hesitated, looking at all of their faces that were laced with anticipation to see you strip. what sick perverts.

“tsk—you’re already breaking the one rule, strip.” she repeated herself, sternly looking at you.

you scrambled to unbottom your uniform top, in front of you, meeting chaewon’s eyes which earned a smile from her.

her clique, began to cheer and clap when you unclasped your bra, revealing your plush tits. they’ve never been this invested in you before, their cocks we’re starting to harden under their skirts at the sight. you were vulnerable to her close friends, none of them had never seen your body under your clothes.

you moved down to your skirt, sliding it down your plush thighs, before standing in the the pool of your clothes.

“good girl.” she praised, “now, bend over professor kim’s desk.” she smiled at you.

she was sick for this, but you were terrified so you complied. you shamefully walked over to the desk, walking past kazuha who gave your ass a light slap, making you flinch in shock.

you kept you head down, too embarrassed to look up. you heard the sound of walking, walking closer to you and feeling kazuha’s camera on you.

you saw hands slide a sheet in front of you, it was chaewon’s homework and a pencil right beside it.

you felt a hand carefully caress your ass, flinching slightly from the sudden movement. “complete my homework, and don’t you dare move.” chaewon ordered.

you nodded, picking up the pencil and writing down the answers. it went smoothly for a few minutes, only feeling her presence behind you which made you worry. there was always a catch with her, what was she was going to do to you?

it was like you said it out loud. you soon felt her hands slide your panties down, feeling her breath blow on your cunt, shivering at the sensation.

kazuha immediately brought her camera closer to your face, caring all the expressions and noises you made when chaewon would blow on your cunt. yunjin, immediately brought her camera to get a good side angle of what chaewon was doing under the desk.

chaewon couldn’t resist it anymore, her mouth watering at the sight of your pretty cunt on display for her. “fuck it” she whispered before her tongues jutted out of her mouth, and into your tight hole, gathering your juices on her tongue before drinking it down. you whined at the sensation, squirming under her tight grip on your legs almost giving out on you.

when she started, she really couldn’t stop. she immediately got addicted to your sweet pussy on her tongue, it drove her crazy and craving for more. she began sucking on your clit, letting go with a loud pop which had you covering your mouth, trying to conceal your loud squeals and moans.

“don’t cover your mouth, we wanna hear you, puppy.” sakura moaned, you didn’t even realize she pulled her cock out and started jerking off to the sight right in front of her.

kazuha moved your hand, unmuffling your cute noises. the camera caught the sign on your eyes threatening to roll back, hands shaking, still trying to finish her assignment.

yunjin caught the glimpse of chaewon behind you on her knees, griping on your legs that are threatening to give out while she’s basically making out with your spit covered cunt. yunjin couldn’t believe that her leader was getting pussy drunk but she wasn’t complaining, you were honestly a cute girl with a pretty body. she’ll get a taste of your cunt one day.

you tried your best to not move under her touch like what she ordered you too, but your body was so weak from her mouth on your cunt, you were squirming under her hold.

she pulled away and landed a slap to your puffy cunny that makes you scream and jolt from impact. “hgnnn—chae-chaewon—” you tried turning your head to look at her but kazuha quickly grabs your jaw, and brings it to look at her.

“fuck..don’t look at me like that pretty. focus on the assignment or else she’s stopping again, alright?”kazuha softly speaks to you, earning a whine from you.

chaewon dived back in to your fat cunt, slurping up all that your cunt gave her before tongue fucking your cunt. giving your ass a slap when she feels your body shake under her. she speeds up when she hears your pretty and erotic moans. she’s suddenly pushing your body to the desk, shaking her head in your cunt which had your moans becoming high pitched.

“hey baby, ynnie~ look here—cmon.” kazuha’s camera was shamelessly in front of your face, she makes you look in the camera’s lenses before she’s pushing her fingers in her mouth, which you sucked on almost immediately. you’re brain was scattered that you wouldn’t care less about the camera, eyes rolling back, making kazuha groan.

“does chaewon’s tongue feel good, tell me.” she adds on, pulling her fingers out of your mouth.

“chaewon—chaewonie~ please—please let me cum—i’ll be your good—hngg— i’ll be your good girl!!” her friends are amused by your words and how her tongue had reduced you to a obedient slut.

finally, she had you right where she wanted you. a crying obedient mess, what she wanted everytime you have the nerve to talk back to her.

“please!! m s-sorry for bein a bitch—oh fuck! g-gonna— nghh—cumming—cumming!” you babbled incoherently. she nuzzled her tongue into your sweet hole, bringing her fingers to rub your clit which had you cumming all over her face, body shaking, eyes rolling back, and tongue lolling out for her friends and the camera to see. your legs were like jelly and the only thing keeping you up was her grip on your legs and the desk holding you up.

she cleaned your sweet cum up, drinking up all you gave her before standing up. to unbutton her pants, her boner was bulging out of them, painfully.

her hands groped your ass cheek, giving it a hard spank, ripping a moan out of your chest from the impact.

“stupid slut, you think i’m done? you said you’re gonna be my good girl right? that’s exactly what you’ll do.” she smirked, pulling her boxers down before she’s pushing her cock inside. “fuck! you’re a fucking virgin?” she grunted, watching you struggle to take her thick cock in your cunt.

she didn’t even let you get adjusted, tears falling out your eyes from the feeling of your cunt getting stretched out.

chaewon had you just where she wanted you. bare ass on display and watching it juggle when she pushed herself into your cunt, whining at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing her cock deliciously good.

she leaved toward, her tits pressing against your bare back, she found a pace that had you moaning uncontrollably, she rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your fucked out face. her lips tugged into a grin, “ynnie, who’s pussy does this belong to?” she asked, loving the way you’ve been brought to a crying mess by her alone.

“y-yours! only—nghhh— only yours!” you babble out, you’re so fucked out you can’t even comprehend what your saying.

“yea? this sweet lil pussy is all mine? mine to use and play with whenever i want?” she grins, looking at the camera infront of her, speeding her thrusts up, ripping out high pitched squeals and moans.

“as much as i love your pretty little moans, you’re so loud, do you wanna get caught?” she covered your mouth, muffling your moans.

her friends were obsessed with the way you were to whiny, if you were like this all the time…fuck. they would’ve fucked you a long time ago.

“fuck! g-good fucking girl—gonna take my cum right? gonna cum inside this pussy and y-you’re gonna take it!” chaewon moaned, thrust growing sloppy, unclamping her hand that was once on your mouth before loudly moaning, shooting her load inside your cunt.

when you felt her cum shoot inside your cunt, your eyes began to roll once again, back arching into her thrust before your body shakes, your mouth open to let out a silent moan before cumming all over her cock still inside you.

you couldn’t even register when one of her friends pushed her cock in your mouth until your glossy eyes met hers.

sakura, if you were in the right sense of mind you would’ve immediately tried to get her away from you, but you let her use your mouth until she shot her loat in your mouth.

“swallow it, puppy.” she whimpered, petting your messy hair.

she finally pulled out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath from your intense fucking session.

you whined when chaewon finally pulled out of your cum filled cum, leaving your hole agape until she pushes a dildo inside your cunt.

“keep this inside of you and don’t let nothing spill.” she threatens softly, was this the same chaewon you knew? she’s slipping your clothes back on along with hers. maybe under that mean girl facade of hers she was an ok person.

whys she telling yunjin to pick you up and bring her to your car, where was she taking you? you wish you knew but the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion took over your body, putting you in a deep slumber.

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 5) matt sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

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matts pov.

"okay, you guys should feel different any minute now" Madi says before giving me a look. a look that says what I am doing is stupid. judging by the sadness that's roaming in my chest, I'm guessing y/n thinks its stupid too. why does she care, its not like she likes me, I think to myself. but even as I think it, I can't help but cringe at the loss of emotions I would have from getting rid of the bond. sure, it was annoying sometimes, but hell, Iife gets a little boring when you've been living for so long. its easy to go numb and become desensitized, and that's what made y/n an anomaly. even before the mating bond, she made me feel things. even things I didn't want to feel like annoyance and anger.

I look over at her and I can't help but stare. she's so pretty, I think even as the bond fades into a dull nothing.

"quite staring, your freaking me out" she says looking at me. I can see the tears in her eyes, and ,even though the bonds gone, I know she wishes there weren't any. I knew her and I knew that she didn't like to feel like others had power to make her sad or upset. she never wanted to lose control. I can't help but note how much I know about her. more than I thought I knew.

I look away and grab her arm and sigh at the fact that there are no tingles or heat that flash through me this time. "I'll take you home, it's been a long night." and so from there we head back to the car. shit, I almost forgot about chris. I open my phone to call him, but I see a text notification from him instead. "I'm going to stay, the spell could take all night for me" it says. I can't help but wonder how someone can take away the pain of losing a mate, but shrug it off. if I knew I'd be a magic user, not a vampire. and I wouldn't be standing here awkwardly with a girl I hated two days ago. a girl I wish I could comfort, but don't know how too. we climb in the van and I turn on the car. the hiss of the ac and the quiet hum of the radio are the only sounds in the car. she opens her mouth and closes it again. "what? what is it?" i sigh because the tension is killing me.

"if the bond is gone then why am I still sad?" she says quietly. I note the fact that this is the most vulnerable I've ever seen her. she's always had a strong front, and always had something smart to say. but now in the quiet that is my van, I feel like I see her, the real her.

"I don't know why." I say honestly, but cringe at the monotone way I say it. like I didn't care to know why she was upset, and right then I knew her walls were going to come back up before they even do. she shrugs and wipes her face once. "can I play music then, I don't like moping around." she sighs, grounding herself again. "I know you don't" I say softly "and yes you can, as long as you don't have shit music taste" I smirk at the end. teasing her is so much easier and more natural then whatever we've been doing the past 15 minutes. "Oh it's amazing, you're gonna wanna add my songs to your playlist when I'm done. " she takes the mood change and runs with it. she even laughs and I don't even try to stop myself from admiring her smile.

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I pull into her house and all the lights are on and there are clanging noises coming from the inside of her home. its damn near 5 am and no one should be up that early on a Sunday morning. we were just having a good time, surprisingly, listening to music with each other. we both like the same kind of music and even though I acted like I hated her singing I didn't mind. but she wasn't singing now, she actually looked really scared.

"my dads home" she whispers and looks at me with wide glossy eyes. worry flutters in my chest at the sight of her being afraid. this guy must be bad news. "he rarely ever comes home" she says in the same quiet tone her eyes widening even further before she turns to me. "I thought Madi said she put a protection spell on me." she runs her hands through her hair and her breathing is picking up. if she keeps this up, she's going to have a panic attack.

" she did, okay, so you have nothing to worry about!" the words sound all wrong coming out of my mouth. I meant for them to come out comforting but instead they sound a bit like I just want her to shut up and get out of my car. why do I always have to sound so mean.

her breathing picks up more and she's crying now. "you don't know what he's like, matt! you've never met the guy. he doesn't want anything to do with me! and when he comes home, he's always drunk" she pauses and closes her eyes gasping for breath. "and he's mean!" she sobs. before I can stop myself I grab her face and guide her gaze away from the house to me. if she hadn't told me this, I would have never known she'd been hurt this way. I couldn't help but wonder how many times she came home to find a nightmare in her house.

"you don't have to be with that guy" I say slowly and nod my head before continuing

"just stay with me" I whisper.

@bbernard-03

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[oh-katsuki]

satoru cracks a smile at you, his blue eyes scrunching over the rim of his glasses. you laugh. it comes from your gut where your deepest joy lives. rich and genuine, it crawls its way through your chest and up your throat until you are wide-mouthed with a smile.

something heavy settles over you as you look at him. satoru is beautiful, no doubt. he almost looks like an angel, with expressive features and a brightness to his visual qualities. there's so much to admire. such vibrant, cutting beauty. you swell and feel as your laughter takes on a dull edge.

the feeling—akin to grief—comes like a wave. it overtakes you all at once and before you know it, you are standing with your hands at your side and your head down. a single sob cuts through your laughter, then another, and another until you are unable to hold back the overwhelming rush of tears. 

satoru stops laughing and steps close to you, placing a wide palm on the side of your arm. you struggle to wipes your eyes, hiding behind the backs of your hands.

“woah, woah, what’s wrong?” his voice is gentle. it’s soothing. it’s a voice you didn’t want to believe satoru could use. 

“i just…" you deflate a little, finally voicing what this feeling is," i want to love you so badly."

satoru stands in front of you, his hand dropping from your arm. you inhale again, almost startled by your sudden and somewhat mortifying confession. you've still more to say though and you have no mind to stop it. the words come before thought.

"and I can’t because you’re wrong for me and I’m wrong for you and we can’t be happy because you’re a psychopath,” you take a breath and quiet your voice. “I’ve built my whole identity around hating you. and I’m realizing now what a mistake that was.” 

you’re grieving, you realize. grieving the loss of this part of your identity. the hatred, the competition, the fierce feeling of needing to be better than gojo satoru. you realize that there’s nothing left of it. 

he blinks at you for a moment and you wipe your eyes, steeling yourself for the fall. you wait for ridicule that never comes. 

satoru’s shoes are black. you stare at them while you feel him stare at you. then, you hear him inhale and you dread the most humiliating possibility of all— that he’s going to let you down easy. no competition, no fanfare, just pity for a silly girl he’d never feel the same about. you steel yourself to become another victim. 

“then love me,” he says firmly. 

“what?” you snap your gaze up to meet his. 

“love me.” 

“i can’t,” you breathe. “i don’t.” 

“love me,” satoru says again.

it’s like he’s calling to you, his silver tongue rolling off of the back of his front teeth with the heavy word. 

“i won’t.” 

“love me,” he repeats. 

then, satoru calls your name. it drips with affection and it is so jarring—so different—that your breath is stolen from you. he treats the word as if it's glass, simply because it belongs to you. if anything is to be called love, it’s this. you know it. you feel it. it had crept up into your chest long before you'd had the mind to realize it.

“okay,” you say on a breath. 

satoru steps towards you, closing the distance. in one motion, he tilts your head up and presses his mouth to yours. 

it’s warm. his mouth is warm. it feels nothing like his infinity. satoru’s lips are soft and pliable and human. you deflate on an exhale and he uses the momentum to pull you closer. 

“i love you,” he speaks into your mouth, against the press of your lips. “i love you,” he smears it into your cheek. “i love you,” into your throat.

you melt. the world gives way. satoru presses his mouth to yours and you find yourself saying it back. 

[kissunoo]

✧.* its so easy to laugh, its so easy to hate ೄྀ࿐

ೃ⁀➷ it takes guts to be gentle and kind *ೃ༄

[mins-fins]

LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

[carnivorousyandeere]

can we maybe get a full fic of Dorian and dominant asmrtist darling who's actually submissive

Dorian + Submissive ASMRtist Darling

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: not super explicit but still vaguely smutty, recording without Darling’s knowledge, themes of voyeurism

Info: subby gn Darling

Dorian can’t stand it.

You and he both know what you do for a living. He’s your biggest supporter, after all. He thought having that acceptance from him, and financial security, would make you feel more comfortable.

And yet, you seem more nervous than ever in his presence. How is it that he has failed to end up on the domineering receiving end of that fire of yours? That wonderful voice of yours, and the expressions he’s always imagined go with it— everything from an encouraging soft dom smile, to a condescending sneer, to a cold expectant look.

Why is it that he can only catch those expressions through a peephole in the wall as you record? How long will it take for you to crack and take him? Is he not giving you enough money? Is he not performing the role of a needy submissive well enough for you? Is he not your type? Do you hate him?

Dorian’s usually not the boldest, but his patience has its limits. He interrupts one of your recordings, knocking on the door. You don’t answer, perhaps hoping he’ll walk away, but no such luck.

Dorian swings the door open gently. “Knock knock. What are you working on today?”

“Uhhh…” you look like a deer in headlights, eloquence gone and voice small. You turn off your recording. He tamps down his disappointment—part of him was hoping you’d get angry at his intrusion on your work. “Just… you know, an audio… found a new script, and… wanted… to give it a try?”

He can’t deny that your uncertainty is a bit cute. “What kind of script?”

You swallow and look away, embarrassed. “It’s… a little spicy. Um, a… dom speaker getting possessive at a party….”

“Oh?” Dorian steps closer, leaning against your desk and almost bumping into your mic. He notices your eyes widen with panic, fingers stretching out with the need to protect the equipment, but stopping just short of making contact with his arm. He sighs. You wither a little at the sound.

“You know…” he muses, turning to face you more fully, “I am a little surprised. You seem so much different in person than in your recordings… I know you’re an actor, but your performances are just so damn convincing.”

You laugh nervously. “Thank you for saying so… I really try my best. It’s… not always easy to act in a way that doesn’t feel natural.”

“Not natural?” His fingers pause where they’d been running over the smooth surface of your desk. “How so?”

“W-well…” now you’re truly flustered. Excitement wells in Dorian’s gut. It might not be what he expected, but damn if the real you isn’t all the better. He reaches over and cages you in against the desk. You swallow harshly as Dorian reaches up and traces your throat reverently, smoothing his fingers over your voice box and sliding them over to feel your hummingbird pulse. “Tell me. Use that lovely voice of yours.”

You let out a choked noise, clearing your throat and blinking out the foggy look in your eyes. “…I’m… actually… uh, not a… very dominant person…”

Dorian hums thoughtfully. “Why bother with acting the part of a dominant, then? You sound so lovely right now, so flustered and shy…”

You squirm. “I-it’s just what my listeners prefer…”

“Listeners?” Dorian’s eyes darken. They look, for all the world, like roiling storm clouds. A shiver runs down your back, the same shiver you get before rain comes.

“The only listener,” he leans in and nips harshly at your neck just over his hand, “you should be worried about… is me.”

You whimper, trembling in his grasp. Dorian bites you again, harder, just to feel you jerk in his hold and hear that pretty gasp of yours. Maybe it is better that he’ll be the only one to get to hear you like this. The thought of other people listening to you makes his skin crawl. Dorian kisses you, swallowing your sounds down greedily as he touches you through your clothes, and then slides his hand past your underwear.

He’s going to take you apart piece by piece and hear every sound you have to offer, and when you’re all fucked out and stupid in the studio, he’s going to save the recording of your time together on a flash drive and delete it from his computer. Of course you didn’t notice him turn the microphone back on, did you?

He’ll have to add a camera to the room for good measure next time…

[dovabunny]

GhostSoap Concept - his first kiss

Consider...

Ghost has never kissed

As a kid there was no time for romance when he was trying to stay alive, same in the army. After Roba it was a dream he let go off.

Then a Scot sweeps him off his feet and he can't stop staring at his lips

He and Soap had... something. They flirted, sat closer, looks lingered... But when Soap leaned in for a kiss Ghost looked scared and bolted.

Soap was terrified and wrecked by guilt for over stepping and making Ghost uncomfortable, by moving too fast

It takes 2 days for him to get the guts to go approach Ghost and apologize, maybe somehow save and fix what they had.

Only to find Ghost and Gaz standing close whispering. Gaz smiles and shakes his head. Then leans in and kisses him.

Gaz his best friend. Ghost his... something.

Were they laughing at him? Was this a joke to them? They were together, Ghost got him to fall for him and Gaz encouraged him.

Hot shame burns through his body and tears blurry his vision. He turns and this time he's the one to run away.

Meanwhile...

"I fucking panicked Gaz, I panicked and ran!" Ghost groans in mortification.

Gaz laughs."You've been waiting for this moment for Months! Can't believe the one thing The Ghost is scared of is a kiss!"

"I don't know HOW Gaz! What if I'm bad? What if it's so bad he's turned off? Fuck. I hate that it scares me."

"Its not that hard, Ghost. And you won't mess it up - Soap will just be over the moon you kissed him."

"Easy for you to say. You've done it like a thousand times."

"Fine. Here - see how easy it is." He leans in gives him a soft quick kiss. "See? Simple. Now stop panicking and go get your man."

Ghost had told Gaz he hasn't kissed anyone in years. Not that he's never kissed anyone, that would be too embarrassing.

So Gaz had no idea he was the first to kiss Simon.

But Simon didn't return it. He swore to give his first kiss to Johnny.

[marlsswrites]

you're absolutely disgusting for glorifying fascist characters

james married lily and they would both vomit at the idea of being anything close to friendly with a death eater

Okay this is so stupid but I feel like I should speak up about this because it is HORRENDOUS.

Also really? An anonymous hate comment? Thats just sad, if you’re going to be hater at least have the guts to say it to my face.

I actually laughed when this came into my inbox. They are wizards! Fictional wizards, to clarify. We know next to nothing about regulus, james or lily! So, if i want to make a post about jegulus, i will make a fucking post about jegulus.

You can’t go around calling people fascists just because you dont agree with their opinion, it is so childish and it takes the meaning from the word.

I respect everyones opinions, you dont like jegulus? Thats fine, i respect that. You ship jegulily? Cool, I don’t massively ship it but id never hate on someone who does. You ship jily? Yay, me too! So how about you send a prompt to my inbox and ask me to write a jily oneshot, you dont need to flood my inbox with stupid hate while being anonymous! If you really want to say something, you wouldnt do it anonymously.

There is so much to this fandom, so many headcanons and so so many opinions. And everyone has the right to their opinion, I really dont give a shit that you dont like jegulus, but calling me a fascist is just so pointless.

How on earth do you want me to react? “Sorry, I will stop shipping the couple that have offered me comfort on a daily!” Or “oh wow, you’re being pointlessly stupid, that is such a good point!”

No, because at the end of the day, no one reacts like that. No one will listen to you if you act like that! If you dont support me for liking jegulus, get off my page, honest to god. If you dont like jegulus but you like wolfstar, just skip the jegulus content. Its so easy!

If you want less jegulus content on your feed, maybe stop actively searching for jegulus creators to hate on?

Jegulus brings me so much comfort, if im having a bad day I can just do some writing, or make a video, or read some more of the fanfic i was in the middle of. And you are calling me a fascist simply because i seek comfort in a couple of fictional wizards? Just let people be happy, it really isn’t difficult. And if you cant understand that, you really shouldnt be commenting on it, because you are obviously uneducated and not mature enough to be saying and speaking up about things like that.

I am literally just a another human trying to have some fun and find happiness in the things that I love, and you are some random person online who clearly only finds joy in trying (and failing) to make people feel like shit, get a life. And again, if you have a problem with this post, please DNI, hate is not wanted and is really not needed.

Anyway im off to write some more gay fanfiction about said ‘fascists’, bye!! 🫡

[redr0sewrites]

🥀2K Follower Event🥀

🥀A/n: hi everyone!!! i've finally made it to 2K followers and i am so soo soooo happy + excited!!! i never thought id make it this far and i am very excited to celebrate with all of you. in honor of me finally reaching this goal, ive created a prompt list below that u can all use to send in requests. thank u all again for helping me on this journey, ily all!!!

🥀How it Works:

send in a request with the prompt number you would like, along with the character(s) you would like me to write it for and whether or not you want the fic to be nsfw/sfw

if you want any additional information on the reader to be included (gender, race, fashion, or any other descriptors) please include those w the request as well

up to 3 characters per request, as i want to realistically be able to finish them all without burning out

prompts may be used twice, but not for the same character. multiple characters may be used for the same prompt but a singular character can not be reused for that prompt.

i will be accepting requests until the event closes, and i will update this post once that happens

if a request goes against my rules and guidelines on my pinned masterpost, the request will simply not be written

i will work on requests chronologically, so please be patient.

🥀Request Format Examples:

hi! can i request prompt #28 with rengoku and a mtf!reader? i'd like the fic to be sfw! tysm and have a great day!

heyy can u write prompt #7 with aaravos and make it nsfw? thx!

can i request prompt #33 (sfw) with jayroy (jason todd and roy harper) x masc!reader? thankss!

🥀Prompts:

"you can't just show up like this! are you hurt?"

"where are you?"

"somebody is in loooveee!!"

"of course they don't like me, that's ridiculous!... did they say anything to you about me?"

"i don't like you- i love you."

"its so cold without you."

"i guess im just disappointed."

"did you hurt them?"

"i can't stand them, their stupid smile and their stupid laugh and their stupid crooked teeth- oh."

"why are your hands so cold?!"

"ive never felt like this before.."

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment i saw you, i just can't take it anymore. i want you to be with me!"

"i wasted so much time chasing after them, and for what?"

"do you even like me?" "i love you-" "thats not what i asked. sure, you love me, but do you even like me as a person?"

"it feels- it feels good.."

"don't be shy, darling"

"i wish you saw yourself the way that i see you."

"i never hated you!"

"are you mad at me?"

"i'm just so sick of trying to be something im not. i hope you can forgive me."

"please don't cry, shh, your okay."

"i want you, no one else."

"do you trust me?"

"ive never been touched there.."

"i want you inside me/i want to be inside you"

"you taste so sweet.."

"why can't you see that i love you?"

"is that my shirt your wearing?"

"aww, are you stuck baby?"

"i thought i lost you again"

"our baby would be so cute..."

"you're so pretty like this.."

"i love you." "you're drunk, you dont- you don't mean that.."

"i hate how easy it is for me to love you again."

"are you.. scared of me?"

"aw, don't cry prince/ss"

"i need to stay awake, but i'm just so tired... can you stay? please?"

"i'm just going to end up hurting you-" "i know you'd never hurt me"

"would it be embarrassing if i said i missed you?"

"fuck- feel me all up in your guts, baby?"

"stay still, this will only hurt for a second, jus' relax for me, kay?"

"i know you can take it, just breathe"

"i need you so bad.. it hurts-"

"do you wanna join, or are you just gonna keep watching?"

"no one else will get to see me like this, i can promise you that"

"come closer, i need you"

"you look absolutely stunning like this"

"i'm sorry i wasn't there before, but i'm here now, and i always will be"

"i can't get up with you laying on top of me!"

"shit." "what?" "so, uh, theres only one bed.."

most of these i made up myself by just imagining random fanfic scenarios, but a few were ideas from friends, so credit to them! again, thank you all so much for supporting me and for helping me get this far ♥️♥️♥️

[sunshinetrinket]

it's so easy to laugh its so easy to hate.. it takes guts to be gentle and kind.. over and over.......

[seresinsbabe]

Conveniently Yours

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Allusions to cancer and cancer treatment, alcohol consumption. This is another easy chapter

Word count: 2.6k

THIS BLOG AND ITS FICS ARE 18+! MINORS DNI!

A/N: I know I said I'd have this out yesterday but then tequila happened sooooo

I do not consent to having any of my work shared on any other platform. If you see any rendition of my works on another site know that it has been posted without my permission.

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Jake Seresin. 

CEO Seresin Software

555.456.7788

You fiddled with the card in your hands. Reading the shiny black printed words over and over and then flipping it to the back.

Think about it. -J

555.345.6543

It had been a week since that night and you’d stared at that card what felt like a million times. What the fuck were you going to do? This wasn’t some simple passing opportunity. This would affect the entire trajectory of your life. This was an actual legal, binding marriage to a man you only knew through tabloids and media outlets. Which was another scary aspect to all of this. If you accepted this offer your entire life would be picked clean through by the media. 

You didn’t have any dirty, life altering secrets, but that didn’t mean you wanted everything about you to be put on display for the whole world to see. And you knew that you wouldn’t be able to be a wife in hiding. The whole issue was Jake’s debauchery with women. He needed you to show your face and make it look like someone had finally tamed him.

It was laughable. The idea that someone as meek and mild as you could tame the likes of Jake Seresin. He’d been attracted to your stripper persona. Sapphire was a different person than you. Sapphire wore a blue wig, skimpy clothes and was confident in what she did. Hell, you were still developing Sapphire as a whole. Sure, maybe once he pulled that wig off you were no longer Sapphire, but you were still in the club. You were still working. Whether or not you were spilling your guts and laughing with him.

With a sigh you grabbed your old laptop and fired it up. The thing was on its final days, evidenced by the loud hum it constantly made and the way it got hot real fast. Still it worked well enough for you to search Jake. It was eerie how you were able to find basically his whole life story in a few searches.

He was born October 21,1989 in Austin, Texas. Where the family lived up until he was about fifteen. When the company really started to take off and his father moved the family out to New York. He went back to Texas for both his Undergrad and his masters. 

“So he’s a Longhorns fan…” you mused silently. Remembering how your dad had been an Oklahoma Sooners fan. He hated the Longhorns with a passion. 

Jake had three sisters, all of whom were as equally beautiful as Jake himself was. The family had some damn good genes. The two eldest ones looked a little…bitchy. The youngest one looked sweet. Her smile was genuine as she clung to the man you could only assume was her husband or fiancé. His mother didn’t look very agreeable, her smile was forced and you were certain if you went through with this she would hate you. His dad you couldn’t get a read on. Certainly if his mother hated you, his father would too.

From there the info was centered on his antics. Picture after picture of him with models and heiresses. Women that were of his caliber. Beautiful, rich, had probably never lifted a finger in their life or ever had to consider stripping for money. He was hardly ever spotted with the same woman more than a few times. If even more than once. Why hadn’t he just asked one of these women to be his wife? Surely they would jump at the bit, no questions asked.

You let out a defeated groan and collapsed back on your bed. Inside your head felt like a war zone between the side that wanted you to tell him yes and the side that wanted nothing to do with him.

The sound of your phone going off made you jump from your confused daze. It was probably Nat wanting to go get dinner or drinks or something. You didn’t answer, knowing she would just text you about it instead. Only instead of the familiar ding of a text alert your phone just started ringing again. You sat up, immediately worried that something was wrong. Which was only exacerbated when you noticed it wasn’t Natasha calling you.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice came through the speaker and your eyes shot open wide.

How did he get your number? “How did you get my number?” You knew why he was calling. He wanted to know if you had an answer.

“I have my ways.” God that sounded creepy. It was creepy, but he was rich. He probably had ways of getting anything he wanted. “So…have you decided?” 

You swallowed hard. 

“Not yet,” he let out a sigh on the other end of the receiver. “But I will have it for you tomorrow night.” Where that had come from you weren’t sure, but now that you’d said it you knew you’d have to follow through with it. 

“Perfect, we’ll meet for dinner. I’ll send a car for you at 6:30.” Your stomach did a somersault. The way he spoke sounded so sure that you were going to say yes. Otherwise he wouldn’t need a dinner, just a call or a text. 

Another call started coming through. This time it was Nat. “Nat is calling me, I have to go.”

“The one that got you the job at the club?” The fact he’d remembered that little tidbit took you by surprise. Then again he did seem incredibly smart, perhaps he just had a good memory.

“Uh yeah. Her. 6:30?” You asked. Natasha’s call had come and went.

“6:30. See you then.” And the line clicked silent. Your phone dinged with a text from Nat asking to meet for some drinks.

About an hour later you found yourself at some corner bar, sitting in a back booth with a gin and tonic recounting the story to Nat. You weren’t sure you should actually share it with her, but he hadn’t explicitly told you not to. Even if Natasha told someone they wouldn’t believe her. 

You still weren’t entirely sure you believed this was all happening. Maybe you just ate some bad food and this was some food poisoning induced hallucination. You would come out of it as soon as you vomited and shit all the bad food out. Except you weren’t that capable of convincing yourself this wasn’t real. It was all too real and you didn’t know what to do about it.

“How did it feel sitting in his lap? Is he as hot in person as he is in pictures? Did you fuck him? Does he have a nice cock?” Nat hit you with a barrage of questions and the last one had you nearly choking on your drink. 

“Christ Nat!” You managed once you finished your coughing fit.

She just shrugged at you innocently as if those were perfectly normal questions to ask about someone. “What? I’ve never actually seen him at the club. I know he’s been but he usually already has a private room booked before he arrives.” Of course he did. That didn’t surprise you. You were sure he had a few of the girls that were his favorites.

“Anyway…he’s even hotter and I wouldn’t know about little Seresin because I didn’t fuck him! That’s against the rules!” The dark haired beauty gave you a pointed look. The No Sex rule had never really stopped anyone before. Especially not when the customers were fronting as much money as they were. You followed the rule. It wasn’t that you didn’t fuck, but you definitely weren’t about to cross that line into what was basically prostitution. 

Then again you were contemplating marrying some uber rich man to pay for your mom's chemo. So were you really any better?

“What should I do though? I mean this is a big fucking deal Nat!” You sunk back into the booth, wrapping your arms around yourself as you felt the anxiety of it all start to settle in.

Natasha’s features softened as she realized just how much you were needing her in that moment. “Okay I mean I’ll be honest, I don’t really see the downfall of the situation. He’s hot, he’s rich, it’s mutually beneficial. No feelings are involved and you’ll get a clean divorce? Maybe he’ll even give you a good amount in the divorce settlement to live off. Or maybe you can finally finish school while you’re married. Seriously, what’s holding you back?” Nat pushed her empty glass to the side, having finished her whiskey sour.

“I mean the fact that it’s an actual fucking marriage?”

“Is there anyone in your life that a marriage would jeopardize your chances with?”

“No.” 

There wasn’t a single man in your life that you had any sort of romantic feelings for. When your mom got sick you had kind of pushed any focus on a relationship to the side to focus on her.

“Okay so it’s a legal marriage, but marriages between people who thought they were in love end in divorce all the time. At least you won’t have to experience heartbreak with this one.” That much was true. You couldn’t see yourself falling for Jake and you were sure he would continue his debauchery in secret. You were just the cover up. The one that would make him look good in front of the media and to his company. And there was no way you could fall for a man watching him act like that all the time. 

You grabbed your gin and tonic, sucking down a decent amount of it. Your eyes stared so hard at the grain on the table you might as well have committed the pattern to memory.

“What about actually having to act like his wife? All the media and the pressure to make it believable?” You weren’t sure you could actually pull that aspect of the plan off.

“Just pretend it’s like the club. You have to act like everything those guys want when you’re on their lap.” This all seemed like too much. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed. Nat was making good points. “And…you likely won’t ever have to step foot in Birdie again. I know you hate working there. It’s not who you are, it’s what you had to become. It’s unorthodox, but it’s your best shot at getting out.” Fuck. She was right and you hated it.

If you didn’t agree to this you would be stuck working at Birdie for the foreseeable future.

Natasha watched your face as you went through the five stages of grief until finally landing on acceptance. 

“Holy shit. My best friend is marrying Jake Seresin!” She said a little too loudly and you immediately had to shush her. Luckily no one was paying attention or at least it seemed like it. “Okay, it’s still early, we need to get you a dress to wear to this proposal dinner tomorrow.” Natasha was way more excited about this than you were and if it weren’t for her boyfriend, Bob, you’d try to convince Jake to ask Natasha to be his wife instead.

Your stomach was in your ass the next night as you waited for the car to arrive. It felt like time was passing so slow. The navy blue dress you had on was far more posh than anything you’d worn before. Much pricier as well. Nat had been the one to talk you into buying it. She said it made you look like the million bucks you were about to be worth. Though, you weren’t so sure about that, it did look good on you.

It had a sweetheart neckline that accentuated the natural swell of your breasts. It hugged your curves tastefully. And with the French twist you’d put your hair in, a few pieces left out to frame your face, the tasteful makeup and diamond jewelry you had to admit you looked expensive. The diamond necklace and earrings had been a gift from your parents when you graduated high school and wearing them seemed to help you feel a little better about this all. 

“Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do this?” Your mothers sweet voice spoke from the doorway of your room. When you’d gotten home last night you’d broken down and told her what was going on. Not that you ever had the intent of not telling her, but you had wanted to wait until it was all set after your dinner with Jake. Ellen had been able to tell something was off and you cracked easily when it came to your mother.

Slipping your feet into a pair of nude heels you looked up at her. “Yes, mama,” you smiled weakly at her. “It’s not ideal but it’s better than working at Birdie.” Your mom let out a sigh. She couldn’t argue with that. 

This was never something she’d envisioned for either of you, but especially not for her daughter. A knock came at the front door of your townhouse — they were here. “I’m doing this for both of us.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek before moving around her and towards the door.

A man in a nice suit with kind eyes stood at the door. “Miss Byers?” His voice was just as kind as his eyes. You nodded with a soft smile. “I’m Charlie, I’ll be your chauffeur to Mr. Seresin’s tonight.” He informed you as he led you out to the car. 

It was a sleek car, all black with way tinted windows. On the inside it had all the bells and whistles. The exact kind of car you’d imagine a tech giant would own.

Charlie was sweet, keeping polite conversation the entire drive. He reminded you a lot of your father. Still you couldn’t shake the notion that you weren’t dining out at some ultra expensive restaurant. You were going to Jake’s place.

It took you a few moments but you finally brought it up. “You said you’re taking me to Mr. Seresin’s?” You phrased the question so that Charlie would understand it was in fact a question.

“Yes, Miss Byers. Mr. Seresin thought it best to have dinner at his place.” Your eyes went wide momentarily. Going to Jake’s place? That felt too intimate, then again maybe he didn’t want to be seen with you until he knew you were going to agree.

You watched all the buildings pass on the drive, trying your hardest not to pick at the fresh polish on your nails. A nervous habit you had picked up long ago. Keeping any sort of polish on your nails was nearly impossible unless you had gone to a salon. Whatever they used was nearly unmovable without acetone.

The knot that had started forming in your stomach only grew more when your eyes took in the massive building Charlie pulled into. It was all glass windows in the Lincoln Square part of Manhattan. You didn’t even want to know what the price tag of even one of the standard rentable apartments was in the building. 

Charlie walked with you, leading you into the elevator. Your steady steps in the heels exuded a level of confidence that you didn’t actually have at the moment. He punched in a special code on the elevator panel and seconds later you felt it start to rise. Your fingers drummed nervously on your thigh as the elevator took you up. Floor after floor after floor. Of course he had to live on the highest floor. It was Jake Fucking Seresin.

Just as your anxiety over the whole situation started to peak and you were contemplating leaving the elevator dinged. 

As the doors opened you were met with that same green gaze, the one that was about to make or break your future.

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The Light is Not What Hurts You

Chapter 5

Ao3- Chapter 1 - Chapter 4 -

Warnings: grief after major character death, minor self-injury out of frustration, arguments, angst

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They rode in silence, the rain and speed not making it easy to interrogate the Shadow Demon, nor do much else but focus on encouraging the horses to follow the right path.

The woods grew thick. The rain eased, and the sky brightened. The horses were too large to continue with, so the boys dismounted. Shadow slipped off the horse like spilled ink falling off it's back. He glanced at the others with a light frown.

“Thank you so much” Red cheered, petting the horse's nose, “I will miss you sooooo much.”

Blue fed each horse the remaining carrots he'd gathered for them. He hugged one, taking in a deep inhale of the sent of hay and wet fur.

“You ready yet?” Green asked, tilting his head towards the other two.

“Mhm!” Red cheered, smiling.

Blue kissed his horse quickly in farewell. He sputtered, wiping horse hair out of his mouth. “Ugh, whatever, stupid animal.”

“You didn’t have to kiss it.” Shadow snarked. 

“Shut up, I’ll stab you.”

Shadow shrugged, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I'm just trying to be helpful.”

“Helpful.” Blue echoed in a growl.

“You shouldn't blame the animal for the actions of their idiot owner.”

Blue punched him in the face. Sharp blue eyes focused and deadly. 

“You an animal, now? Is that it? Vaati or this Ganon shit made you do it? Don’t blame the dog for biting the first hand that crosses its face?”

Shadow stumbled backward. He restrained himself from reaching up to cradle the tender spot on his face. It stung. He wanted to lunge back. He wanted to cry. He felt like a coiled spring, tight and full of restrained energy.

“No.” He kept his hands at his sides. Clawed nails dug into his own palm. A sneering grin pulled at his lips. “I’m worse than an animal.”

Blue stared him down, brows furrowed. “Right. You are a shadow, you should be a black outline on a wall behind us” Blue hissed, taking in heaved, measured breaths. “You don’t talk. You don’t move unless we move. You hear me? You shouldn't even be here!”

“I'm not and will never be below you, you volcanic brute-” Shadow growled at a hiss. Sharp and unnatural teeth pearly against greyscale skin.

“Let's just calm down and-” Green started.

The words that came to Shadow's mind next were sharp, cruel, and the perfect amount of retribution. It would make them listen. He didn't think further than that.

“If anyone shouldn’t be here, it’s the three lingering copies of a dead kid.” Shadow's cackling, vengeful laugh echoed in he air. Three faces looked pale and stricken.

The fourth echo that had settled in his mind sighed, soft, like it was a simple bad joke. Ignored him. The chaotic, violent thing in Shadow's chest turned to stone and sunk into his gut.

Like a empty field of lavender; Silence.

Shadow wondered if he hated Silence more than the Light, now.

Blue stared through him more than anything. His eyes still full of an ocean of rage, but the blues overwhelmed with a soft watery shimmer that made them glaze over. Red placed a hand on his shoulder softly. 

He yanked back, snapping back into life. “Don't touch me!” 

He took in sharp breaths. A roll of tears fell down his cheeks. He screamed a curse, turning and running ahead, shoving past Green.

Green turned and glared at Shadow.

Shadow set his gaze to the forest floor, a queasy unease settling in his gut. The sour sharpness turned bitter and stale on his tongue. He used the dying sense of snark to grumble, “Hey don't look at me, I didn't make him insane.”

“Red. Stay here and watch him. And… Don't talk to him. Please. Just. I can't.” Green huffed, turning to run after Blue.

Shadow sighed, leaning against a tree. “Weather sucks now, yeah? All stupid and bright.”

Red twiddled his thumbs, frowning.

“...Oh so you actually listen to him. That's boring.”

--

Bark flew as Blue punched and kicked at a tree. He screamed and cried as he tore into the innocent tree. His knuckles red from the abuse. 

“Blue. BLUE stop that!” Green called.

“Don't tell me what to do!” He shouted, punching the tree again with an audible crack in the bark. Green winced. 

Blue stilled, fist raised. With a wavering cry, he collapsed onto his knees. He sobbed, curled up around himself in a ball. Green softly approached, quiet and careful.

“Blue?” Green whispered.

“Go away,” He croaked.

He knelt down next to him, sighing, “I'm-” he sighed, thinking for a moment longer, “I really want to punch him too,” he said with an awkward laugh.

Blue huffed, turning his head in the opposite direction. 

“I'm sorry I haven't let you make many decisions about what to do. I should have asked how you felt before we dragged Shadow along. I've just… I've defaulted to what I always did. I'm not thinking like a team player. I'm sorry.”

“It's fine, whatever,” Blue sniffed, “It's nice to have somebody at least pretending to know what we're doing anymore.”

A soft silence settled between them. Green swallowed and laughed wetly, “Vio was better at knowing what to do than me.”

“He really wasn't,” Blue laughed, sitting up enough to wipe his tears. “He just sounded smarter about being an idiot.”

“Do you think he'd want us to be doing this?” Green asked quietly.

“Fuck if I know.” Blue sniffed. He smiled, wobbly. The corners of his lips flickered down. He choked on another sob, “UGh!” he huffed, rubbing his eyes and sniffing, “I hate him. He should've been with us! He’s supposed to be here! He was an idiot and I can’t believe he thought he could do that alone- Why did I think he could- we- We're all idiots.”

Green felt a tear roll down his own cheek. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Very inspirational,” Blue joked, coughing on his tears.

He shook his head, leaning toward Blue. He leaned back in return. Green hugged him from the side, “We'll figure it out… Together.”

Blue nodded, rubbing away tears. His lip wavered and he sobbed again. He turned, shifting to hug Green properly, hooking his chin over his shoulder.

“I- I love you,” Blue whispered, barely audible under the sniffles and tears. “I didn't tell him and I-”

Green hugged him tight, taking in a deep breath. “Don't you dare get me started too. Then we're both gonna be sobbing.”

“Fine then, fuck you, hate you.” Blue mumbled with a teary giggle.

“H- hate you too.”

Blue choked a laugh. They settled there for a while. Leaves shook gently in the wind. Birds chirped overhead. A squirrel skittered up a tree, dancing around them. 

“We should get back to Red,” Blue finally whispered. “Even if I'd rather have more hugs.”

Green hummed softly. He nodded, held Blue tight, and stood. Blue yelped, flailing and laughing. “Hey!” 

Green hoisted him up over his shoulder, turning around. 

“This is why I hate you!”

“You're welcome.”

Green did set Blue down before they reached where they'd left Shadow and Red. They emerged from the treeline at a trudge pace, tired and drained.

Red looked up from where he'd been arranging twigs into random shapes, and stood. He looked them over. “Your hand!” he exclaimed, rushing to grab Blue's hand and look at it, the red marks and scratches sharp against tan skin. 

“Wait a second-” Red muttered as he grabbed into his pouch. He fumbled through it until he pulled out his med kit, smoothing a cream over Blue's knuckles. 

Blue sighed, looking away toward Shadow. The demon was lazing by a tree, arms crossed, gaze somewhere far away. The anger still boiled in his chest, but it had calmed, slightly. He felt less near exploding.

Red wrapped his knuckles with cloth, despite the fact the bleeding had long since stopped. He smiled, patting Blue's hand. “You okay?”

“No.”

“O-oh,” Red whispered, expression falling.

Blue sighed, “But better…Thanks.”

“Uh. Thought you guys might wanna know that Shadow just. Kinda stayed put.” Red said, shrugging awkwardly.

Silence settled as they turned to stare at Shadow. Tense and uncertain. Shadow's eyes finally flicked toward them. He sighed, standing.

He stretched casually, “Well? Are you going to make a fool of yourselves marching to Hyrule Castle or what? Your prisoner is bored.”

The trio glanced at each other. Green huffed, brows furrowed. “Right. Well. I still think it's better to keep an eye on him.”

“We still don't know what he wants out of going with us.” Blue grumbled. “He's being way too compliant. If obnoxious and rude.”

“It doesn't actually matter. We need the Sword.” Red whispered, looking at the shadow-obscured blade.

Green and Blue glanced at it. With that, the decision was settled with silence. An uneasy frozen moment stretching across the edge of the forest. 

Shadow huffed, turning to begin down the path, his shape changing once again to mirror Link as his whole self.

“Right. What are we waiting for?” Blue huffed, and set off to follow Shadow closely.

Green sighed and waved Red along after them.

[gaoau]

shaken with ice

Straight-Up warnings — none. word count — 3.2k

next.

Izana sits on a bench as he recognizes he's been burnt down to ashes by himself. If fraternal love was all he had, then why did he actively destroy it? All because he couldn't handle the scorching, sour truth of not properly belonging. He sits and wonders why nothing ever happens anymore now that Shinichiro is dead. He wonders why the world moves on and keeps turning, but everything around him remains impossibly still. He took as much as he could from his brother to build himself around Shinichiro's love, yet he's been left with nothing but an empty hole in his chest. He sits and wonders why he needs a random fourteen-year-old to force him out of his rut—still, his surroundings stay monochrome.

Izana sits on a rooftop as he wonders what it is about being isolated that harms him so much, to the point he can't even acknowledge it. He finds his strength better when being by himself, so isolation should be his best friend, right? Right? He's been alone and abandoned his whole life, so Shinichiro leaving him behind should be no different. He has no one to understand him, no one to keep up with him, no one to sympathize with him—he has no one to be as empty as him.

He doesn't bother looking at Kisaki while he explains his schemes. For a moment, he considered maybe Kisaki would do, but his malice can only fill up so much of his heart and nothing more. It's not what he wants. It's not what he needs. He allows Kisaki to use him as much as he pleases; so long as their objectives align, he doesn't mind playing his part to regain what he's lost. It's only been a few days since they started making their moves to build Tenjiku into the perfect opponent for Toman. Kisaki talks and talks, smoothing out the logistics of this convoluted plan. It's dreadfully boring and it feels like nothing is happening at all.

Izana isn't sure if he hates to admit this or not, but he's surprised when he hears the door to the rooftop open behind them. As far as he's concerned, no one should be coming up here for anything. The click of the lock comes accompanied by a muffled voice he's never heard before, grumbling, "What the fuck are you making me climb all those stairs for?" There's an edge in the tone and a faint drawl on the corners of the sentence. Izana cranes his neck back to find hooded eyes that match the boredom dripping from their every syllable.

He knows these nonchalant eyes—not exactly. He's seen this bored gaze before, he's seen this bored girl before. At least once or twice, sharing a few words with Kisaki before exchanging money. This is, however, the first time he's close enough to hear her speak. The black mask covering her face moves with every word she pronounces. He thinks, somewhere, in the corner of his mind, that it's amusing how her monotone voice fits her empty demeanor perfectly. His attention is trained on her as she marches up to Kisaki without bothering to glance at the other three people on this rooftop.

Izana catches Kisaki rolling his eyes in annoyance while turning towards this newcomer. "Your report, of course," is all he replies with, lips curling into a scowl.

There's a faint twitch in her brows, hooded lids narrowing just a bit more. It's interesting how a millimeter can change her expression from awfully bored to mildly irritated. "Can't I do it over the phone? The train fare's expensive."

"Do you want your pay or not?"

Her face returns to its passive neutrality, but Izana easily takes notice of one of her brows arching higher than the other. "With the agreed bonus, I'm assuming."

With a nudge into Hanma's gut, Kisaki nods towards [Name]. Almost instantly, a sickening grin grows on Hanma's face and a low chuckle tumbles from his tongue. He pulls crumpled yen notes out from his uniform pocket, carelessly dropping them onto her open palm. Izana wants to laugh at how easy it is to give him orders without exchanging a single word. [Name] visibly cringes, brows bunching up, and steps away from Hanma before she accidentally breathes in his insanity. She busies herself with smoothing out the money to make sure her bonus is intact. Kisaki glares her down.

Silence hangs for longer than any of them tend to tolerate. The bills move swiftly in her hands as she counts, "…six, seven, eight, nine thousand. Good."

"I'm waiting, [Name]."

She sighs, folding her pay neatly and saving it in her jacket pocket. Then she looks Kisaki in the eye. "I dropped her off at her place before hopping on the train. Hanagaki-kun was there at her door, looked kinda fucked up." She doesn't miss the disgruntled scowl twisting behind his glasses. She contemplates her next words briefly. She has her pay anyway, he's not going to try and raise his hand at her. Her lips curl into an amused grin underneath her mask. Izana notices her eyes narrowing as she looks down on Kisaki. "He doesn't look half bad with his hair down; I can see the appeal."

"Stay on topic," he clips immediately.

A chuckle escapes her, oddly flippant for someone that must know how Kisaki operates. She continues, "She got the first-aid and patched him up outside. From what she's told me, her father still isn't all that cool with delinquents." She scans him up and down for a moment. "By the way, your call almost blew my cover."

"I told you not to save my number."

"I didn't." She rolls her eyes, but they remain as bored as when she walked out here. "I was busy eavesdropping on 'em when you rang me up."

"How long ago was this?"

"Fifty minutes, give or take."

"You left them there alone?"

"Yeah?"

Kisaki has heard enough, it seems, as he shoos her away with his hand. "Report back tomorrow, too." He doesn't wait for her to give him even a measly nod of confirmation and turns back to Izana to finish their earlier one-sided conversation.

A shrug bounces off her left shoulder. "Sure," she pronounces with that flat monotone, dripping in dreadful boredom. Without so much as a polite goodbye, [Name] saunters her way towards the door. Izana keeps his eyes latched onto her back until she disappears into the building. Her nonchalance, her sheer uninterest vibrates against his brain in camaraderie.

It's not every day that [Name] goes on a small trip to Yokohama just to earn some cash, but it is fairly often. Izana cannot wrap his head around an empty space becoming emptier simply because she isn't around. He believes he can hear her monotone voice all the way from Shibuya. As soon as she shows up and snarls a few words at Kisaki, his eyes locate and stick to her. It's almost appalling to have to endure her flippant gaze being bored in his kingdom.

Izana is, admittedly, curious, for lack of a better word. He knows very well his own reasons for being empty and bored and saturated with his unmoving surroundings, but why her? Why [Name]? Why is she here? Why is she bored? Why does she work for Kisaki? Why does nothing ever happen for her either? He's heard Kisaki complain about her plenty of times, making mention of how obnoxious her nonchalant demeanor is and how much it grates on his nerves. He keeps her around because she's useful to him. Izana understands that. He doesn't understand [Name].

Kisaki makes her wait, Kisaki addresses her like she's a slave, Kisaki uses Hanma against her, Kisaki orders her around without regards. Izana can see it in those inexpressive eyes, that she absolutely despises Kisaki more than he despises Sano Manjiro. He watches from afar as she pulls down her mask briefly. Her flat lips are painted a dark color he can't distinguish when she's sitting this far away—it might be black as much as it might not be. From her jacket pocket, she produces a small yellow ball. It disappears into her mouth and her mask is back up in a matter of seconds. A few minutes later, she repeats it all over again.

Izana is, not admittedly, very curious. He listens in on their conversation when Kisaki approaches her to discuss business again. Her mask moves as she speaks. Kisaki is the only person she's familiar with around here, surrounded by Tenjiku gang members, but she remains hostile while glaring at him like she wants to smash his glasses into his face.

"Did you talk to him like I said?" Kisaki asks her sharply.

[Name] rolls her eyes, sighing in exasperation, "Yeah, said something 'bout wanting to save someone. I'm guessing that's Hinata-chan?" Her inflection rises in a monotone question. By the look on her face, she isn't even interested in knowing who lives and who dies as long as she gets her money.

"Anything else?"

"He fucking hates you." Her eyes narrow. Izana thinks there's a smirk on her flat lips behind that mask. "He's ready to beat you into oblivion, so watch your back, ATM."

"Don't tell me what to do; that's not what I pay you for." A faint frown settles on her brows at his words. If not Hanagaki, [Name] looks ready to beat Kisaki into oblivion herself before he can think about acting snarky again. Izana wants to know why she bothers showing up. "Keep Tachibana busy. Don't let her see Hanagaki that often anymore until this settles down." That's his last order of the day. He hands her a few bills and leaves her on her seat.

She nods her head automatically, muttering, "Sure," as she lifts her middle finger up at his retreating back. Izana keeps his eyes stuck to her while she slips another yellow ball into her mouth, counting the numbers on her pay. He is, admittedly, interested. This mirroring emptiness is something he wants to have. The nonchalance in her narrowed eyes becomes twisted in his clouded brain when he can't rationalize why nothing ever happens for her either.

[Name] finds this extremely annoying, but she's not exactly willing to do anything about it. She keeps getting calls from Kisaki at random, asking her to take a forty-minute train ride just to give a report. Why he's decided to base this new gang of his in Yokohama is beyond her and she doesn't care to ask. The issue is the burning, piercing discomfort stabbing her on the back of her head. Clearly, there's someone who's got their eyes on her, but considering she's surrounded by feral scumbags that could easily snap her in half if they wanted to, she knows better than to look around and figure out who it is.

It happens every single time she hangs around for a while, which says a lot when it's only been two weeks since Tenjiku became a thing. It gets increasingly more obnoxious, but she really doesn't want to take her chances and make eye contact with someone that will stab her for the hell of it. She remains bored at her surroundings, remains flippant towards Kisaki's threats, remains nodding her head and going along with whatever plays out in front of her. Then Tenjiku's head enters her field of vision, unprovoked. She figures if she had checked earlier, she would have been better prepared for his swallowing eyes staring at her so intently.

Izana has considered actively asking Kisaki about this little dog that runs around for him to have eyes where he can't casually see. He doesn't, though, because he's not one to be curious about people he doesn't need. The more he sees [Name] idly sitting and eating those yellow balls, the more he contemplates he's not as unique as he'd originally led himself to believe. Mikey isn't quite empty yet—Izana knows that better than anyone else—but [Name] is.

Or at least, he's convinced.

He doesn't have a name for what the voice in the back of his head is telling him. He can only recognize a faint lilt that sounds oddly similar to Shinichiro. It's not an unfamiliar feeling; he's been withdrawing from it for so long, that having it return to him unannounced is borderline euphoric. He's had more than enough of [Name] popping candy into her mouth and looking like nothing exists in the world but her. Izana is here—he's in the same world as her and he's just as empty as her and he wants her nonchalance before she wastes it all on someone like Kisaki. Whatever it is, he craves more of it.

[Name] holds his gaze with narrowed eyes that don't care how much power he has over her. Izana simply watches her every move, paying close attention as she pulls down her mask so he can finally establish her lips are colored black. Hidden inside the pocket of her jacket, he hears plastic crinkling. She pulls out one of those yellow balls. When she opens her mouth, the sunlight bounces back from the piercing on her tongue before it's blocked by her flat, black lips again. Then the mask is back up.

He's curious; why does she do any of the things she does? If she's so dead bored of everything around her, why bother showing up here? It doesn't make sense to him why she even bothers painting her lips when she'll cover them up with that stupid mask anyway. It moves along with her mouth as the candy clacks against her teeth. He hears the muffled shattering when she bites down on it.

Izana extends his open palm in front of her. [Name] limits herself to raising a brow, only slightly, barely noticeable unless he's looking for it—and he is looking for it. "Share," he orders. It's an order. It is an order. This is his kingdom, and [Name] is a part of it as long as she's here, bored or not, whether either of them like it or not. He's her king.

Her expression flattens again. She produces a clear plastic bag from her pocket, filled with candy balls she took the time to unwrap earlier in the day. It pokes at his brain and burns on his subconscious, how obnoxiously calm she behaves in the face of someone that could kill her in the blink of an eye. Not that he's planning to harm her yet, but he could. She presents the open bag to him, silently, and leaves him to take as many as he wants without complaint.

He takes two. There's powder coating the hard candy. "What are these?" he asks before popping one in his mouth. Instantly, he cringes. It's impossibly sour.

"Super Lemon," [Name] answers with that flippant tone he's heard mock Kisaki.

He shatters the candy and chews his way through burning sourness the same way he's been watching [Name] do all this time. Izana knows he's never been fond of lemons or limes or even the mildest of citrics, but he finds today he despises Super Lemons more than anything. He swallows the candy before shoving the other one in his mouth as well.

That burning sensation stabbing her on the back of her head doesn't stop, and although it still disturbs her, [Name] is no longer concerned about getting her head bashed into a rock for breathing in the wrong direction. Now that she knows it's just Tenjiku's head, she cranes her neck to the side, immediately locking eyes with Izana, who's completely ignoring whatever it is Kisaki is telling him. She holds his stare, because it's not just Tenjiku's head. It's Kurokawa Izana and she's afraid of what he can do. She's heard a lot about this guy, more than she needed. He will kill her if she refuses him a Super Lemon.

Izana wonders why nothing ever happens. [Name] stares at him, leaning on that wall like she's so fucking over everything happening around her. He hates her sour candy, but he despises the way she looks at him more. It's like she's analyzing him instead of understanding he's as empty as she is. And then she looks away, bored. 

She clearly hates being here. She's clearly bored. She frowns in contempt and sheer disgust as Kisaki snarls more orders. She nods her head regardless of the hatred in her face and does as told. None of it makes sense to Izana. Why is she here? What is she doing? Why is she bored of his kingdom? Why does nothing ever happen?

He doesn't care to ask. He dismisses Kisaki in favor of reaching his palm out for more Super Lemons. [Name] offers her clear bag for him to take as many as he wants. It stings his tongue every time he eats another lemon drop. He contemplates if he wants to admit his curiosity to himself. Cringing at the sourness overtaking his mind, he blankly stares at her. "[Name]," he calls, because he's only ever heard her given name. She meets his eyes with a questioning hum. "What's the fun in working for Kisaki?"

[Name] laughs to herself. "I actually hate Kisaki more than I let on." Izana disagrees. He's always quick to catch on to her reactions. Her attention flickers to the side while she shrugs, spotting Kisaki glancing back at the call of his name. A chuckle tumbles off her lips when her employer only glares daggers. She turns back to Izana with a hooded gaze, like nothing ever happens in her life either. "It's whatever. He makes up for it in cash."

It's the money. She's in his world for a few bills. "So you're smarter than Kisaki's dog, huh."

"Hanma?" Her brows rise and she giggles quietly. "Plenty."

Izana takes a step closer to get up in her face. She presses her back flat on the wall, but no emotion crosses her eyes. "You know we're planning to kill people, right?" Because it's the money for her, but it's everything for him. There's an empty space Manjiro carved by stealing everything from him.

He sees her shoulders relax, eyes narrowed. "The ends justify the means, I guess."

Something in the back of his mind tells him that his only sister dying isn't justifiable means to a stash of cash. He doesn't voice it, because disagreeing means they're not the same anymore. Kakucho, his servant, the one that's been with him for years dares talk back. Whatever this is—nonchalance, understanding, boredom, validation; call it anything—Izana gets high off of it. He allows it, otherwise things will never happen.