#people expected me to pay attention even though i was barely getting through each day and often tapped out of practices

[1-800-kami]

as the world caves in | nanami kento

warnings: fem!reader. major spoilers for shibuya arc. canon-divergent.

to think that the grade one sorcerer, nanami kento, would be fated to be killed by the very same cursed spirit that he’d just about ripped apart with itadori yuuji. the circumstances were almost comical—barely paying any attention to mahito during their previous encounter—now, he’s dying from his very own hands.

nanami could almost laugh at his situation, except…

he was with you.

the one constant in his life. the lively dandelion in this vast field of dead grass. the reason why he’d prefer not to go overtime anymore—all so he could spend his time with you.

with the both of you on the precipice of death, nanami wonders if this was a fitting end for him.

sometimes, he’d stay awake late at night and think about the dangers of both your lives as a sorcerer, knowing that a long life was practically out of the picture. he thought about safety often, but mainly yours. he’d trade his life for yours in a heartbeat—he knows that. he’d do anything to keep you safe. he declared that a long time ago.

he didn’t think about this, though—the notion of dying in each other’s arms.

like a seal of fate. walking into the afterlife, hand in hand.

“nanamin,” you whisper, voice hoarse, a few coughs of blood with the meek call of his name. “are we going to die?”

he can’t find it in him to answer that question. instead, he uses all of his strength to take your limp body in his arms, making sure to interlock both of your hands. “i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you, love.”

you squeeze his hand with a laugh, though it just comes out as a painful wheeze. “that’s bullshit. you know i don’t mind dying if it means that i die with you.”

i don’t mind dying if it means that i die with you.

nanami doesn’t seem to mind either.

“can i ask you something?” the strength in your voice is slowly running out. he knows you’re spending the last of your energy through talking to him, and he’s doing the same. nanami hums in response to your question.

“will you marry me?”

he freezes at that. because nanami realizes that at that moment—he’ll never get to do the things that he eventually wanted to do with you. the parts of adulthood that make life seem worth it: getting engaged, getting married, having kids, watching them grow up, and holding hands in the porch of your old home as you find peace in retiring as a sorcerer.

all of that bliss was forcefully ripped from his grasp. the aspects of life that make humans human—he can’t even do them with you. so, he seizes this opportunity.

“yes—of course i will, darling..” you can feel your eyes water.

“i now.. pronounce…” your words are interrupted with another fit of coughing up blood. still, you continue talking, despite how much energy this simple task takes. “the newlywed couple.. husband and wife…”

you pictured your eventual wedding with kento as a traditional style wedding. all of your friends would be invited—as well as your students. maybe you’d even make yuuji the flower boy. and you know that nanami would still choose gojo as his best man, despite his feigned annoyance towards him.

the wedding wasn’t ought to be grand. you didn’t even need an abundance of people to attend. your friends, students, and others that you held dear were enough to make you happy during your special day. you didn’t expect your wedding to happen while you were dying in your newlywed husband’s arms. though there was one thing you were sure of—you did not want to leave this earth simply as nanami’s girlfriend.

there were no wedding arbours. no rings, no congratulatory cheers from your friends. no cheeky flower toss that you were excited to do during your day. just you and your husband, slowly bleeding out on the floor, hand in hand.

with your free hand, you shakily cup his cheek and pull him in for one last kiss. your “altar” kiss, per se.

your own actions make you tear up, and you could feel the salty teardrops dripping down your cheeks. still, nanami finds the strength to wipe away your tears.

“i can’t believe i get to call you y/n nanami now.” you both laugh, noticing how kento also has tear stains on his cheek—the man is not one to cry easily.

the adrenaline pumping in your veins is slowly leaving, replaced by a soul crushing tiredness—the immense need to go to sleep.

“i’m tired, nanamin…”

it seems like the time has come.

the time to say goodbye.

“my beautiful husband.” you whisper, eyes slowly lulling itself to sleep. a squeeze of his hand, one last time.

“thank you for everything, my wife. i love you. don’t you ever forget that.” he squeezes your hand back, beginning to shut his eyes as well.

silence rings around the room as you don’t return his words. it was almost deafening.

[dandelionprints]

Your Melancholy Calls To Mine - T.Shelby Fic Exchange

Pairing: Sender x Tommy Shelby

Summary: written as part of @raincoffeeandfandoms letter fic exchange (here)❤️

Warnings: mentions of depressive thoughts but nothing graphic

Word Count: 575 (Tommy’s response)

A/N: this is the first thing I have written in a long time and I’m very rusty so apologies in advance if it’s not the best, I hope you enjoy x

Hi Isa, I’m so sorry that it’s taken me ages to get this letter from Tommy to you! He left it on my desk a while ago for me to deliver but I’ve since had piles of work, also courtesy of Tommy, stacked on my desk, leading to a delay. Don’t worry, I haven’t peeked at what he’s written to you, although I hope it makes you smile! Love, Aimee x

@shelbydelrey’s letter

Dear Tommy,

For most of my life i lived in the dark.

The whispers of the people around me

-that i was too quiet, too shy, too dull drove me to hide there. Alone in a corner, unknown to myself, i started to believe in those harsh words and wrote them inside my bones.

That's why I didn't noticed you at first. I was too enthralled with my own isolation to pay attention to the mistery that you were and how could i even solve your puzzle when all of my own pieces were scattered on the floor?

But, in the middle of a crowd and on a particular cold night, your enchanting eyes glued on mine and lured me with

a: Your melancholy calls to mine.

I immediately recoiled, as i used to do with anything remotely good in my life, and thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. I was desperate to be seen but at the same time terrified to be perceived.

At the end it didn't mattered. The projection became desire and i melted against your touch before we became a mess of tangled limbs and stolen breaths.

That wasn't the moment where you saved me although. Our lust drive connection served to quench our souls loneliness but we barely gave each other space for anything else outside that.You saved me when i least expect it. When i was about to drown further into the abyss.

I'lI never forget the pain of being torn apart or the helplessness that took over me after I lost someone I loved. It's something that only through experience you can understand because words fail to capture the feeling. Your warm arms and silent support showed me that grief was a language you were versed on and that the same hurt dilacerated you every night. Thank you for allowing me to make a home on your pauses and for drawing stars around my skin to illuminate the darkness within. I would've gone mad otherwise.

Thank you for making me company and for saving me from myself. As you accepted me with all of my madness and with all of my scars, i accept you with all of your sins and all of your regrets.

Yours Truly, Isabella.

Tommy’s Response

Dearest Isabella,

Thank you for your letter, it’s brought a light to my day that I didn’t know I needed. It’s as gloomy as ever since you’ve been gone, the cold the same as the night we met and dark clouds loom over our heads, though the orange leaves on the trees remind me of you, their warmth shining from within. The days feel so long now without you here to make the loneliness subside, but I understand why we have to be apart.

I’m so grateful that we met that night, that you gave in to your desire and didn’t stay hidden away. I’m almost grateful for the joint misery and melancholy that brought us together, I’ve never had a connection with anyone like that before, whether that be by lust or love. I believe that our souls needed to meet in the abyss of our combined sorrow, to cling to each other in whatever way they could to fill the void that we both only knew as pain.

Even the simple things brought me so much joy, a feeling that I had long since forgotten about. The walk we took that day around the grounds, you in that deep green dress, your hair dancing along with the wind and the beautiful smile that grew on your face as you watched the autumn leaves flow to the floor. That will always be a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

I think that even Frances misses you, despite the amounts of tea and hot chocolate that we had her bring us that had her pacing up and down the stairs for the majority of your stay. She has since said that you brought out a kinder, almost softer side to ‘Tommy Shelby’, a side that even I’m beginning to miss.

The people that whispered things about you didn’t have a clue, they still don’t. They’re not important. Little people tell big lies to make themselves feel superior to others, trust me I’ve dealt with a lot of them. You’re none of the things they called you and you’re far from dull. You’re the sun on a cold winter's day, taking the chill from my frosty, broken heart and showering everything in your beautiful light until the pain has passed. For that I will be forever grateful.

I’m sorry if my letter is not what you expected, you write so beautifully and I fear that my thoughts are failing me, leaving the words jumbled on the pages. I just needed to let them fall onto the paper before I convinced myself not to respond, fearing judgement from you.

I know we didn’t really talk about it whilst you were here with me, how we supported each other without having to say a word, but I realise now that I never thanked you. The desperation I had inside to scream, to escape, to finally give in to the devils in my mind, they were only quietened when you were the one to do so. Only you.

You say that I accepted you with all of your madness and with all of your scars and that you accept me with all of my sins and all of my regrets. That is one of the greatest gifts you could ever give me.

I hope to see you again one day and please know that you will never be one of those regrets.

Yours truly,

Tommy Shelby

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[armeenix]

Armin when he meets your shy cat

!fluff! !GN reader!

C/n stands for cat name just so you guys know!

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•when armin found out that you had a cat he was so excited to meet them!

•as soon as he found out he began buying all kinds of things for your cat. I'm talking expensive treats, a scratching post, tons and tons of toys, he even comissions one of his favorite creators to sew and crotche some cute clothes and hats and all kinds of things for your little kitty😭

•usually your cat doesn't really like to wear clothes but when it comes to the ones armin got them they love to wear them! Sometimes when you are planning on taking your cat with you somewhere c/n will walk into the room that you're in with one of the clothes that armin got them in their mouth and wait for you to put it on them😭

•Armin really really REALLY wanted to finally meet your cat but the problem is your cat is really shy when it comes to people

•you barely have people over because of how shy and timid your cat gets

•but with all of the things armin has done for you and your cat and how much he loves you and your cat even though he has never even met the kitty warms your heart. So you make the decision to finally have him over and see how c/n reacts to him

•you expected c/n to be really shy and nervous but surprisingly armin was the one that was nervous!

•when you walked into the door with armin behind you c/n looked at the both of your curiously. Armin hid behind you though💀

•he was terrified of your cat running away so he stayed behind you the entire time as you walked into your room

•at one point armin was stiffly sitting on the edge of your bed when c/n walked into the room. They both looked at each other for a moment but then c/n ran out of the room

•Armin was so sad but he understood and didn't try to look for the cat

A: "I should probably give them their space huh?"

He looked so sad he even had a small pout😭😭

Y: "awh armin it's ok c/n just needs time to get used to you, I'm sure they'll like you!

•That night when he left c/n walked I'm between your legs and looked at him. He smiled and waved bye to them before leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek

•Over the next few weeks whenever Armin would come over c/n would go hide and avoid him until he was standing on the porch about to leave. It became a routine for Armin to wave bye to c/n and kiss you goodbye. You think c/n actually likes saying bye to him.

•You began to notice that instead if c/n running out of whatever room the two of you were in they would sit on the floor and nap or just watch you and Armin hang out. It seemed like they were starting to be curious about Armin

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•one day in October armin was over. You and him had made Halloween treats before putting on some scary movies to get into the "spooky spirit" as armin liked to say

•the two of you were cuddling when all of a sudden c/n jumped onto your lap and looked up at armin

•Armin stared back at them before looking up at you. He felt his lips pull into a small smile as he thought about how much he loves you and c/n😭

Y: I can feel you staring at me you know. Weren't you the one that begged me to give this movie a chance? And you're not even paying attention to it, wowww

•you looked over at him and ruffled his hair playfully

A: im sorry but I couldn't help it, you're just so beautiful!

Y: yeah, yeah whatever sweet talker

•in that moment armin leaned in to give you a little kiss but instead of his lips meeting yours he felt two small paws on each side of his face and something fluffy rubbing against his nose. He opened his eyes to see c/n rubbing their fluffy little face against his😭💖

•you watched in surprise at the interaction but armin was so happy. He slowly began to pet c/n as to not scare them away. It warned your heart to finally see the connection that had slowly formed between c/n and him finally be shown through physical affection.

•at the end of the night c/n was clinging onto armins jeans and meowing as they tried to get him to stay. Of course it worked because armin couldn't say no to c/ns wide eyes💀

•your heart swelled with love and warmth at the interactions from the night, especially when c/n somehow ended up being rested between you and armins bodies

A: y/n..?

Y: hmm?

A: I think I wanna get a cat too

Y:I'm not sure if c/n will like that

A: why not??

Y: because one they get really comfortable with someone they get jealous and don't like to share, like c/n gets super attached.i think they're afraid that people won't pay attention to them anymore

A:I don't think that will be a problem. I mean sure c/n will have to share my attention but that doesn't mean I won't love them any less, its exactly how I feel about you

Y:.....

A: uh y/n did you hear what I said?

Y: armin I love you..but like with all of the love in my heart, shut the fuck up and go to sleep, love youuu

He wanted to say something but decided against it and reluctantly drifted off into a y/n and c/n filled dream.

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HOLY FUCK IVE BEEN WANTING TO FINISJ THIS FOR WEEKS😭 I just haven't had the motivation but I finally finished, I hope people enjoy this and please if you did, repost this it would be much appreciated because it helps people see my works. Also if you have a writing request I take those aswell any interactions with my writing and my account are welcome and appreciated!-ARMEENIX!!<3333

[sakurangelic]

Love Fool (3/?)

pairing: student!minho x student!gn!reader feat. student!seungmin and student!jeongin genre: enemies to lovers combined with school au summary: Lee Y/N is the new student of the MAXIDENT university. Though, it seems like Y/N gets in some trouble with the popular guy, Lee Minho, right in the first day. Do they grow to hate each other or... love each other? warnings: swearing word count: 2.7k words (2,721) a/n: make sure to read the other parts if you haven't done so! i was originally planning to write more than this, but i ran out of ideas TT 1 | 2 | 3

The busy halls, chattering echoing in the school, loud walking steps, and random laughter's here and there were something you needed to get used to hearing only at 7am for the next few years. You really couldn't understand how some people had this amount of energy at this time… You felt like a walking zombie compared to them, feeling like you could fall asleep at any time. Getting used to the time zone was still a struggle, and… let's just say you stood up till 3am to complete your first assignments after realising at 12am while scrolling through your phone that you didn't even start them in the first place. Maybe you should've paid closer attention to what Seungmin sent, and this wouldn't have happened. Rookie mistakes.

Despite the fact that you also felt like you were going to get lost in this hallway at any time, you somehow made your way to your locker. Opening it, it was still something simple, only having your schedule and books in it, just because you didn't get the chance to make it look pretty. As you were studying your schedule for today, you were thinking of the endless ideas of how you could make your locker look pretty, just like everyone else's. You could pick up so much inspiration from some, combine them, and adjust it to your liking…

"What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?", a familiar voice cursed and aggressively shut the locker.

You rubbed your eyes and looked to your left to meet Minho's angry face. Oh, great. This is the last thing you needed. Start your day with an angry Minho, who probably found another dumb reason to get mad at you. "Huh? What is it this time?", you slurred as you yawned.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what you did." His left hand that shut the locker was now clenching into a fist, looking at you with a burning passion of hatred and anger. What happened this time, and why did it make him so mad?

"I barely got sleep last night, so it's funny to expect me to remember what I 'did' that got you boiling at 7am", I answered and opened my locker again, only for it to get shut by Minho again. I got startled by it and looked to my right and crossed my arms. "Okay, okay, jeez…"

You didn't want to make eye contact with him because you felt awkward about how you kept getting stuck in these situations with him. Why does this have to happen to you? All because you bumped into him when he wasn't the one who was watching where he was going? Do you have to pay for this by getting picked on for the rest of your life? Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, because he could get bored of you after a week and you'd be just fine. That's at least what you hoped to happen, and try to see this situation in a positive light. Maybe it will, just not in the way you think.

Minho wanted to yell and curse at you, but he just couldn't. All he was doing was standing there with his left fist, having the same angered gaze on you. It drove him insane that whenever he saw that birthmark of yours, it would remind him of a certain someone. He couldn't get his head around it. Who were you truly, and why would you haunt him with these flashbacks? Maybe he didn't hate you, but what was happening to him whenever you did something so similar to that someone that… reminded him of that someone?

"Hyung! C'mon!", a tall man with a mullet and plump lips called out for Minho. Next to that man stood another one that also had a mullet and slight plump lips but was shorter. You assumed it must have been his friend group, as Minho quickly looked behind him and then back at you.

"You're lucky this time."

That was what he murmured to you before walking to his two friends. I watched how the tall one told something to Minho while grinning and laughing, as the short one had a confused expression on his face and seemed to ask Minho about something. They must've watched and heard everything. You slowly opened your locker, your eyes glued on the trio group, till they faded into the crowd. The bell rang. You had to grab your stuff for the next classes and go on with your day like nothing happened.

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It was lunchtime. As usual, you were met by the same image that you see in the hallways at 7am. What was more painful compared to this morning was the fact that you had to wait in a long line. Probably the thing you hate most about this new school is the long classes that get your stomach growling and dying to eat some food. At least it provided food compared to some other schools, so you were at least grateful for that.

After what seemed like years of waiting, you were finally able to grab some food. You took your tray and looked around the canteen. A lot of tables were already occupied by other groups of friends. You didn't want to just sit down there out of nowhere.

Your eyes travelled all around the room to find an empty table, slowly walking until you heard someone call out your name.

"Y/N!"

The voice this time wasn't familiar. You were pretty sure that the only person in this whole school who knew you was Minho, because you still didn't have the courage to make friends after the incident from yesterday.

Then you look at the table from where you got called out.

Oh.

You still have no idea who it was.

But you don't want to just awkwardly stand there and stare at them, right? So you slowly went over to them.

"Take a seat", the guy who called out your name told you and motioned to the seat next to the other guy who was eating like he hadn't eaten in a week.

Once you sat down, he continued. "You seem confused, so let me introduce myself. I'm Kim Seungmin, the class president of 'S' Class (pun hehe) and the guy you messaged yesterday about the notes. Remember?"

Your mouth formed into a little 'o' and you nodded, feeling embarrassed that you didn't recognise Seungmin. But, well, after all, you never met him face-to-face… till now.

The other guy who was sitting next to me seemed to only notice me now, smiling and waving at me. When finishing the food in his mouth, he chortled, "Hi there! You're Y/N, right? The new student in our class?"

You nodded. "And… you?"

"I'm the one and only, Yang Jeongin!", A proud smile formed on Jeongin's lips as he introduced himself. You assumed that it was probably his iconic introduction that he uses whenever meeting someone new at this school.

"He's the class clown", Seungmin glanced at Jeongin before looking over at you as he spoke with a pretty serious tone and expression.

"And hyung is always sooo serious and boringgg", Jeongin pointed his fork at the other male, like he was telling him to stop taking everything so seriously.

Seungmin blinked. "You do realise that you could take my eyes out with that fork? And I'm not serious; I'm just always observant of what's happening around me. Like, right now, behind Y/N, Lee Chaeryeong from 'I' Class and Seo Changbin hyung from 'S' Class are fighting for the 12th time this week about who's taller."

You looked behind yourself and tried to spot the 'Lee Chaeryeong' and the 'Seo Changbin'. You eventually were able to do so because they did look like they were arguing over something, which must've been their height, like Seungmin said.

"You… actually kept… count?", You slightly doubted the idea and turned back to your table.

"Well, Lee Chaeryeong might be the shortest girl in 'I' Class… but we all know she's taller than Seo Changbin hyung from 'S' Class!", Jeongin whispered to us, like this 'Changbin' could somehow, from 3–4 tables across from us, hear what he said.

The man shook his head. "Jeongin, Lee Chaeryeong isn't the shortest. Choi Jisu is the shortest. Besides that, Lee Chaeryeong also wears some black heels that are probably around 7 and 10cm", he scratched his head.

"How do you know what kind of heels she wears, including the colour and approximate centimetres?", the other yelled whispered and furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Because Lee Chaeryeong just grabbed her heel to throw it in Seo Changbin hyung's face."

Jeongin widened his eyes and turned behind him, quickly cracking up at the scene. You also turned and rather questioned if this was really an university or a kindergarten. Actually, kindergarteners don't wear heels. So it was between the fact that this is an university or a high school.

"Is this something that usually happens here?", you muttered and rested your head in your hand, taking a bite from your food.

"Not really. But I can't say there aren't any troublemakers in every class", Seungmin shrugged and spoke like he was used to this stuff. Well, of course he was. After all, he was the class president of 'S' Class and probably already dealt with lots of them. "I saw and heard worse in the student's council. Jeongin is nothing compared to the stuff I heard", he added.

"Hyung, I thought you were a walking dictionary! There's an obvious difference between being the class clown and the class troublemaker. I'm not like them. I make people laugh, not cry!", Jeongin whined and looked offended by what his friend just said.

You tucked in your lips. "I'm probably asking too many questions at this point, but… what do you mean by 'them'? Is it a certain someone or multiple people?"

Seungmin and Jeongin glanced at each other like they were talking through blinks and looks.

Jeongin snickered. "I thought you already knew them. Or at least one of them."

"Well, the only people I know from my class are you, Seungmin, and…", That's when the sudden realisation hit you.

You contiuned with a mutter, "Lee… Minho."

They're talking about Minho's friend group.

Jeongin nodded, understanding that I realised who he was talking about. Seungmin, instead, sighed and shook his head.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment and think about how to say it. "Minho is… well, really unpleasant to be around, if I had to put it like that."

"Gosh, hyung, just say 'pain in the ass'. It's not like you're in the student council to talk diplomatically about that asshole!", Jeongin raised an eyebrow and wanted to continue, but his friend placed a finger on his lips. "This is another 'diplomatic' way to tell me to shut up, isn't it?", he mumbled, slowly pushing Seungmin's finger away. Seungmin continued; "Anyways. Minho and his other two friends always get in trouble, but are really popular, somehow..." "It's because of their visuals, obviously. That's the only thing saving them from their trash attitude... Felix hyung does seem nice though!", A grin formed on the man's lips as he continued eating. As they were talking, you were listening to them while eating. "Who..?" "Oh, right, I forgot you don't know them. So there's Lee Minho hyung, which you already know, Hwang Hyunjin hyung and Lee 'Felix' Yongbok hyung. They're often called the 'visual trio'. A lot of people say Minho hyung represents Japanese visuals, even though he's Korean, Hyunjin hyung represents Korean visuals and Felix hyung represents Western visuals, because he's half Australian!", Jeongin explained to you each one and the whole thing about them being popular. You were chewing on your food and staring at Jeongin. Shallowing the food, you blurted: "Isn't this a dance university? Since when being 'a visual' matters?"

"I would say the same if I had that face", an unknown voice said behind you.

You turned to where the voice came from and saw the same tall man with long hair and plump lips. Once you noticed that he was standing next to Minho, you quickly realised that it was his friend group.

"Get lost. Quite rude for you to get into a conversation that you weren't even involved in in the first place", you scoffed and rolled your eyes in annoyance. Why did they have to be everywhere you were? It's like you were a magnet for this 'visual trio' or whatever their name was.

The man seemed surprised and, in fact, offended by what you'd just told him. "Excuse me? Do you know who I am?"

You stared at him, your fork tapping the plate as you thought for a moment. "I might know your name, but your face doesn't seem similar", you shrugged.

Seungmin and Jeongin weren't saying anything, looking back and forth at you and them. Jeongin seemed surprised by this suddenly happening, and Seungmin felt tired just by the sight of those three troublemakers.

"You're acting quite superior for someone who doesn't know their place here, aren't you?", he chuckled and looked over at Minho. "What do you say, Minho hyung?"

"I say that you should know your fucking place and stop acting like I can't fucking handle situations by myself, dumb fuck that's named Hwang Hyunjin", Minho snapped at Hyunjin and quickly shut down the younger one.

Seungmin didn't seem quite pleased about how this situation was turning out, so he stood up and cleared his throat. "Y/N, I need to introduce you to our homeroom teacher, Ms. Kang. Let's go."

"But—" You quickly stopped yourself and didn't say anything, getting up. Seungmin dragged Jeongin along with him, who was whining about wanting to see the rest of the fight between Hyunjin and Minho.

As all of you three got on the hallway, Seungmin looked around to see if, possibly, Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix could've appeared out of nowhere.

Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he looked over at Jeongin and spoke with a blank expression. "You're so unserious sometimes."

"You're so serious sometimes."

Both of them said it at the same time and stared at each other as an awkward silence fell for a few seconds. You tried your best to hold back your laughter by rubbing the back of your head.

"You guys are probably the kind of friendship dynamic I wouldn't have believed would actually somehow work out", You couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh.

"That's why we need you to balance it; I'm unserious, according to hyung, hyung is serious, and... you're in-between!", Jeongin wrapped his arm around your neck and did dramatic hand movements when explaining, like it was something revolutionary for you to become their friend and form a trio.

"I want to point out, once again, that I'm not that serious. So to prove you wrong, Jeongin, how about we go out to the mall tomorrow after school?"

Jeongin was surprised by Seungmin's words and his desire to have fun in the first place.

"After we study and do our homework, of course", he made sure to add that and watched how the other's face expression was saying 'I knew it', making it harder for you to hold your laughter back.

"Okay, but Seungmin is right... Like this, we have more time to stay at the mall without any stress."

"Someone finally understands me", Seungmin gave you a sly smile, high-fiving you.

"Nevermind, both of you are lame", Jeongin pretended to sulk, and we all started laughing at his acting.

As you were walking towards your guys lockers to get your stuff for the next classes and feeling good for making your first two friends, you still couldn't ignore a feeling that someone from behind was staring at you.

You stopped walking for a moment and looked behind. Far away, at the entrance of the canteen, you noticed Minho, who was standing there with his friends and watching you with the other two. Before you got the chance to study the expression on the man's face, Jeongin took your wrist and started mumbling about how slow you are.

You seemed too busy having fun with your friends. So did Minho.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Comeback Celebration: Revisiting The Book of Us: The Demon

So, this was the album that made me pay attention to Day6! Though it was their next album, Negentropy, that put them on my favorite artists list, The Demon is definitely a standout album from 2020. After that album, I became enough of a fan to start exploring their past tracks--during which time I experienced, of course, the obligatory listening to "Shoot Me" for three days nonstop phase.

The Demon was a huge emotional statement that met a lot of people exactly where they were at in 2020, I think, and I was one of those people. I'm super picky about albums--though I love lots of songs every year, not many albums are cohesive enough for my taste. The Demon, though, was an album I loved listening to all the way though. It managed to be both a bitter, exhausted blur & a collection of wildly catchy songs that could each stand on their own. In celebration of Day6's return, let's take a look at The Demon again--it's been a while since I've heard some of these tracks!

1. Day and Night

This isn't my favorite Day6 song, but it's definitely top five. I think it was my favorite track from this album right from the beginning--though "1 to 10" was tough competition--and it's definitely still my most-listened track from The Demon. Actually, I bet it's my most-listened track from Day6 as a whole.

Listening again, it's wild just how comforting I find the melodies. Two lines in, and I already feel like I'm coming home from a long trip. The harmonies are wonderful, and I'm obsessed with Sungjin's performance here. I think what I love most about "Day and Night" is that, even as it manages to be genuinely sonically cheerful, pulling itself together into a friendly, upbeat mask, the signature Day6 angst still shows through. (Come to think of it, that's also what I love most about my actual favorite Day6 song, "everyday we fight".) The vocals seem all-to-frequently on the verge of bursting into a full-on wailing ballad, but they're always reined back in, as if the speaker is reminding themself--no, you're singing a cute pop song, you can't be sad. Maybe it's that push-and-pull I find comforting--there's just enough overwhelming emotion hidden in this song that my own emotions can find an outlet, without really having to delve into how crappy I feel. It's like the perfect amount of escapism? Though, at this point, it might just be that I know this song like the back of my hand, and that's what I find comforting--I really did live off this one for a couple of years.

2. Zombie

This is the least exciting track off the album, but I think that's kind of the point. Day6 songs are big and dramatic, like, all the time (which is, of course, why I stan them). So the most impactful emotional statement of this comeback was just... making the title track this kind of dull, soft number. Don't get me wrong, though, because I do actually like this song! The chorus is iconic--I would recognize it anywhere--and that Coldplay-esque electric guitar is gorgeous. Funny enough, I remember "Zombie" being softer & quieter than it actually is. Maybe I remember singing it to myself, a half-whisper without the instrumental, more than I remember the actual song?

3. Tick Tock

Now this is what exhaustion sounds like. This song has a bunch of beautiful vocal moments going on--I think they're what makes this album so listenable, even in its darkest moods. When the vocals aren't there, though, and you're just left with that plodding guitar? And that incessant drum, too, forcing you into a pace just slow enough to be uncomfortable? That's atmosphere, that's for sure. No wonder I loved this song in my junior year of high school--it totally understood me in my silence, silence and barely getting by, dreading every day that I had to put one foot in front of the other.

4. Love me or Leave me

I was not expecting this, of all things, to be Day6's #3 song on Spotify. Like, I listened to it as much as the next guy for all of 2020... and a lot of 2021... but I don't know, it was never my favorite from the album? And I definitely don't like it more than "Better Better" </3

... Okay, I did forget how delightful this instrumental is. The house influences are meshed in so perfectly, especially in the prechoruses. It's fun because it's dance music, but it's also fun because it's inventive in some very exciting ways, and the melodies make my heart feel like it's going to explode!! Yeah, I guess I kind of get it...

5. STOP

The only thing I remembered about this song is that the guitar tastes like dirt--which I was definitely right about, like damn that's an interesting texture! The instrumental is... unpleasantly exciting? (Shoutout to the video-game-shooting noises, whatever those are.) "STOP" is also super singable--I'm surprised I didn't remember how delightful these vocal parts are! I've developed more of a taste for rock music over the years, which might be why I'm enjoying this one so much on revisiting--it might be my new favorite from the album, actually!

6. 1 to 10

This remains a classic, straightforward angst track! There's plenty of lovely belting in the verses and the chorus, reminding me that I'm human and need to breathe.

7. Afraid

Isn't there a Reddit poll somewhere that says this is the best Day6 song ever? I see why it sticks with people--it's loud, but all the layers don't turn the sadness to anger, instead they turn it to this all-consuming, desperate hope instead. The chorus is this expansive, energetic, living thing, and some of its life rubs off on me--what am I going to do with all this sadness? Make it into courage, I guess.

Overall...

Wow, this was fantastic--I remembered The Demon as a solid album, but not this compelling. I remember this album as The Burnout Album; in my memory, it's static, forever in quarantine. Revisiting The Demon, though, I was fully invested in lipsync karaoke for at least half of these tracks. I think it's the vocal performances that fill each song with energy and motion, and they give the album its cohesiveness, too--they make The Demon's world flow together into this strange pop-rock landscape that's consistent, if only in that it can't seem to settle comfortably anywhere. Pop-rock usually tries to find a happy medium between the two genres, taking the most compatible parts of each, but The Demon seems to pick the least compatible parts and pull them together (quite impressively, I think) by sheer force of will. I'm really in love with all the creativity in this album, the variety of influences it draws from; and, looking back, I definitely see that chaotic spark in it, the one that got me sooo obsessed with Negentropy in 2021, even if The Demon's mood is a lot darker.

My Ranking: STOP >> Day and Night >> Tick Tock >> Love me or Leave me >> 1 to 10 >> Afraid >> Zombie

[quobber]

tattooed kiss (Gwen Stacy x Peter Parker)

sooooooooo this was supposed to be a halloween thing but i am about 15 days too late. bc i gave it up then started it again.

Gwen and Peter run into each other at a Halloween party. (18+)

Words: 3.2K

contents: academic rivals to lovers, college AU, halloween party

Gwen looked at herself in the mirror. God, had she really let herself become this cliche? Wearing a sexy cat costume to a halloween frat party? She examined herself in the mirror, nerves setting in. She’d never done something bold like this. She didn’t even know why she was doing it. There was no one she was trying to impress. Besides…

No.

She was not doing this for any man, especially Peter Parker.

Peter was her lab partner, and a horrible one at that. He was always late or not even showing up to class. He didn’t pay attention, but somehow always aced tests. Gwen had to work her ass off for her GPA, and Peter was right behind her without even trying. He knew he got under her skin. He’d flash her a big, stupid grin whenever a test was passed back and he had an A+ on top of the paper. 

“Peter Parker: top of his class. It has a nice ring to it, I think.” Peter mumbled to Gwen, leaning back in his seat. Gwen huffed and looked away from him, heat rushing to her cheeks. She could barely stand to even be around him- he made her so angry that her stomach did flips and she couldn’t think straight.

The costume made her tits look good, though. She shrugged, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door.

•

She walked into the frat house, music immediately blaring in her ears. The walls seemed to shake with the bass boosted speakers. She looked out at the sea of people, most of them drunk or high or both. Why did she decide to come here in the first place?

As she weaved through people to try and find some quiet, she heard a whistle.

God, please, not him. “Gwendolyne Stacy, is that you?” Flash slurred, making his way over to her.

“It’s just Gwen.” “You look good. Best costume I’ve seen tonight.” He gave her a drunken grin and leaned against the wall next to her.

She’d briefly gone out with Flash Thompson in the beginning of the semester. But he made it very clear very quickly that the “nice guy” thing he’d used the first few weeks was an act.

“Fuck off, Flash.” She rolled her eyes.

Flash stood up straight, smile wiped clean off. 

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He raised his voice. Several people turned. “You know whose fucking party this is? Mine. You’re lucky you’re even here. And then you have the nerve to show up like that and tell me to fuck off. News flash: only pretty girls can wear costumes like that. Stick to the books. And get the fuck out.” 

It seemed to go impossibly quiet. Even the white noise became silent. Everyone was staring. Tears welled up in Gwen’s eyes. She knew she would never recover from this. By the next day she’d be the biggest laughing stock on campus.

“What’s your problem, Eugene?” A voice spoke from behind several people. Eugene. Whoever it was clearly didn’t know Flash. He wouldn’t hesitate to punch anyone who used his real name. He’d done it many times before. 

Peter Parker stepped out of the crowd, and Gwen felt like she was going to throw up. 

“I know it's frustrating that no one wants to fuck you, but you shouldn’t take it out on other people.” 

Gwen’s jaw hung open slightly. She didn’t expect anyone to stand up to Flash, much less Peter Parker. And he was defending her.

She waited for Flash to lunge at Peter. She prepared herself to dive out of the way, to run out once everyone was distracted, but Flash didn’t move. No one did.

After a few moments Peter took Gwen’s hand, making goosebumps cover her whole body. “Let’s get outta here, alright?” Gwen just nodded, walking with him towards the door. Flash didn’t try to stop them. He just watched as they made their way out. It was almost more terrifying than actually getting hit.

Gwen was very aware that Peter’s hand hadn’t left hers as the pair walked out of the house and into the night air. They walked back onto campus, sitting on a bench. Both of them were silent, unsure of what to do next. Their hands stayed intertwined.

“Thank you.” Gwen whispered. It was the most reasonable first thing to say, although she really just wanted to know why he did it. He hated her. Didn’t he?

“You don’t have to thank me. Someone needed to stand up to him.” Peter spoke, looking away as he dropped Gwen’s hand. “Listen, about what he said-”

“Don’t.” Gwen shook her head. “I don’t care. Can you… just go back to hating me please? This is weird”

“Hating you?” Peter quickly looked at her, his brows furrowed. “I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.”

A silence fell over the two of them. The words made Gwen’s heart race. This was it. This was why Peter Parker made her crazy. 

She couldn’t figure him out.

And just when she thought she might’ve, he’d done a complete 180.

“Do you think I hate you?” Peter whispered.

Gwen took a deep breath and turned so she was facing him. “What am I supposed to think? You’re always staring at me, and bragging about your grades, and you’re a horrible lab partner by the way, and you-”

Oh. This is nice, actually.

Peter had leaned down and gently placed his lips onto Gwen’s, cutting her off. He waited a moment for her reaction, and when she didn’t pull away he cupped her face. His free hands rested on her waist while he kissed her, ever so slightly pulling her closer.

To Gwen’s disappointment she had to breathe, and so her lips left his. She blinked up at him as her chest rose and fell. She studied his face in the low light, an epiphany falling over her.

God, she didn’t hate Peter Parker. She was in love with him.

The sweaty palms, the shaking, the heart rate, the stomach aches, it wasn’t because he made her angry. It was because he made her nervous.

“Sorry. You looked really pretty.” Peter broke the silence, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I’m sorry I’m a bad lab partner.”

“Do you want to go back to my dorm?” Gwen blurted out, not thinking it through fully. “To.. do homework.” She attempted to recover.

Peter cracked a grin, a slightly surprised look on his face. “Homework? On Halloween?”

“Well we got kicked out of the party.” Gwen laughed softly.

“You got kicked out.”

“Fine, I’ll do homework by myself.” Gwen stood and started walking towards the dorms, smiling to herself when she heard Peter follow. She looked over at him as they walked. Neither of them said anything for a while, but questions still buzzed in Gwen’s mind and she couldn’t take it any longer. “Why didn’t he hit you?”

“Flash?” Peter asked.

Gwen nodded, “Yeah. He just let you go after you embarrassed him like that. I thought someone was going to have to call an ambulance for you.”

Peter stared off into the distance as he walked, his hands in his pockets. Gwen wished she knew what he was thinking about. 

“We went to highschool together. Midtown.” Peter explained. “He’s always been a dick. So one day I.. fought back, I guess. And he hasn’t bothered me since.”

Gwen was now even more confused. How in the world was *Flash Thompson* afraid of Peter Parker? The thought made her crack a small smile.

“Are you laughing at me?” Peter grinned.

“No, I just..” Gwen rubbed her eyes. “You’re really machiavellian.”

Peter tilted his head.

“I don’t understand you. And I’ve tried to since I met you. But for some reason.. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that you’re all mysterious and secretive. I think it’s kind of hot, actually.” Gwen admitted, regretting the words once they came out. “Sorry.”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

Gwen stopped in her tracks, slowly turning to Peter. “...what?”

“You said you don’t really care about figuring me out, but if we’re going to hook up I feel like you should know, because it would kind of be a dick move to tell you after.” He spoke as if this was the most normal conversation in the world, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his web shooters.

Gwen stepped closer, lowering her voice. “You want to hook up?” 

“Is that what you took away from that?”

“I’d prefer to worry about the rest another time.”

“Fine by me.” 

•

Gwen opened the door to her dorm and looked around before turning the lights on. 

“My roommate won't be back until tomorrow night.” She scanned the room, thankful that she’d decided to clean it before she left. She looked back at Peter, who was staring at her with a smile on his face. “What?”

“I’m a little nervous.” Peter admitted. 

Gwen tilted her head. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to fuck things up with you.” He sighed.

Gwen leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Peter’s lips, her hand ghosting across his cheek. “You won’t.”

“You thought I hated you for half of the semester.”

“And now I know you don’t. Things tend to work out the way they’re supposed to. I think we’re gonna be alright.” 

Peter thought about her words and said a silent prayer asking for her to be right. Then he kissed her, hands trailing up and down her sides slowly. Gwen leaned into him as she kissed him back. Warmth grew in her stomach, even though Peter was being very gentle and kept his hands from going too far.

“You can touch me.” Gwen whispered between kisses, “If you want.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgement and slowly cupped her tits. He became flustered quickly, the kiss becoming more sloppy. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, moving his lips to her neck. Gwen tilted her head to the side, her eyes fluttering shut while she sighed softly. The combination of his hands on her tits and his mouth on her neck made her even more turned on. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, looking at his chest, and oh my god Peter Parker was jacked. She then looked at Peter, who had a small smirk on his face. She knew he was strong, she’d often find herself staring at his arms in class, but*holy shit.

“Now I’m nervous.” She giggled softly, her face heating up. 

“Perks of being bitten by a radioactive spider, I guess.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain later.” Peter kissed her again, stumbling with her over to her bed. The two of them laughed as they fell into the mattress, bodies pressing close again. They laid on their sides as they kissed, hands exploring one another. Gwen couldn’t believe how much time she wasted pretending to hate Peter when she could’ve been making out with him. She felt like the world around her was melting away, like nothing else mattered. 

But while the kissing was nice, the ache in her core was growing. She pulled away and looked at Peter. “..this costume is really tight, and it’s not going to be very sexy to take off. Just forewarning you.”

Peter laughed and shook his head. “It’ll still be sexy, I bet. I don’t think you’re capable of not being sexy.”

Gwen covered her face to hide its redness and turned away from Peter. “Do you mind just- unzipping it for me?” 

Carefully, Peter slowly slid the zipper of her bodysuit down. Gwen slid it off of her shoulders and stood up, stepping out of it. Peter watched her, his breath hitching when he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She turned back around and he gulped, mouth suddenly very dry. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed, flipping her onto her back. He kissed down her newly exposed chest, hands roaming what his mouth couldn’t. The kisses trailed down further and he very carefully slid her fishnets off. He sat back and looked at her, sprawled out in just her panties. 

“You’re staring at me?.” Gwen laughed, sitting up.

“‘Cause I can’t believe how lucky I am.” He met her eyes and they were silent for a few seconds before he spoke again. “I’m sorry I made you think I hated you. And I’m *never* going to pass you in grades, by the way. I promise. I just said that to mess with you. Which is dumb, and I’m sorry for that too.”

“I’d let you pass me.” Gwen nodded, placing a kiss on his forehead. She gave him a soft smile before laying back down, pulling him with her. Her finger slowly trailed down his v-line and she pulled on the waistband of his jeans. “Can I take these off?”

Peter nodded and she did, leaving him in his boxers. She grabbed Peter’s shoulders and pushed him onto his back, going to kneel between his legs. She palmed him through his boxers and then took them off. She took his cock in her hand, stroking him for a few moments. Peter watched her, chest heaving. Gwen’s eyes fluttered shut and she licked up his entire length, then carefully took him into her mouth. Peter let out a muffled groan and gripped the sheets. Gwen bobbed her head slowly, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She breathed slowly and once she became more comfortable she moved her head slightly faster. She swirled her tongue around his tip and looked up at him every so often. Peter breathed her name and buried a hand in her hair, looking down at her. His hands trembled slightly and his breath was choppy, muttering under his breath how pretty she looked.

After a few minutes Gwen sat up, wiping her mouth. She closed her eyes as she caught her breath, jaw aching dully. 

Peter took her arm and gently pulled her back to him. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, kissing the top of her head.

“Are you really Spider-Man?” Gwen asked.

“I thought you wanted to worry about it later?” “Yeah, but it’s kind of sinking in that I just gave Spider-Man a blow job.”

Peter cracked a grin and helped her onto her back again, mumbling against her neck. “I’ll show you the suit sometime.”

Gwen smiled and felt Peter’s lips gently pressing kisses into her skin, each lower than the last. Her breath hitched once she felt his touch stop just above her panties. She looked down at him. Peter made sure her eyes were locked on his before he leaned down, hooking two fingers on the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down, his hand slowly moving between her legs. He teased her clit with his thumb briefly before he replaced his thumb with his lips. Gwen gasped softly, feeling his mouth praise every inch of her core. She buried both of her hands in his hair and arched her back, a moan escaping her lips. Peter brought his hand up again, teasing her with his middle and ring finger while his mouth worked her clit. He slid his fingers inside of her, pumping them at a steady pace.

Gwen’s legs shook and she felt herself becoming more and more sensitive, moaning louder. She closed her eyes and fought the urge to grind against Peter’s face. His free hand gripped her waist, holding her in place. She felt like she was going to snap- but just before she did everything stopped.

She opened her eyes and Peter was over her again, his lips crashing onto hers. Gwen’s stomach fluttered, feeling terribly empty at the loss of contact. It didn’t last long though, before she felt Peter’s tip rub against her. He broke away from the kiss and looked at Gwen.

“Please.” Gwen nodded, her arms wrapping around him and hands resting on his back. Peter kissed her one more time before slowly inching himself inside of her. He moaned her name, burying his head in her neck. Once he was all the way in he didn’t move, giving Gwen time to get comfortable.

“Okay.” She breathed, holding onto him tightly. Peter nodded and moved his hips back slowly, then forward again. He rested his forehead against Gwen’s and repeated the motion, gradually going faster. 

The light in the dorm was low, but enough moonlight shone in from the window that Gwen could see every muscle of Peter’s torso flex as he moved. She wrapped a leg around his waist and moaned his name, mind foggy with pleasure. She felt like she and Peter were the only two people in the world at that moment, heads pressed close and bodies together. She ground her hips in motion with his, every motion setting her body on fire.

Peter had to cover her mouth with his hand, barely able to form a sentence. “You… gotta be quieter… someone’s… gonna hear…” He panted between words.

Gwen moaned into his hand, eyes rolling back. One of her hands fell away from his back and she rubbed her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge. Peter’s pace faltered slightly, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He carefully moved his hand away from Gwen’s mouth and kissed her instead. Gwen desperately kissed him back, not even caring how messy it was. She struggled to keep up with his pace, her whole body now shaking. She was thankful Peter’s mouth was on hers, otherwise someone on the floor surely would have heard her. She moaned as she came, throbbing around Peter. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Where do you want me to- uh-” He panted.

“I’m on the pill.” Gwen responded, rubbing his back. 

“Are you sure?” 

Gwen nodded and Peter tried to keep his pace for as long as he could before he bottomed out, cumming inside of her. He stayed there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before pulling out and laying next to her.

“Flash Thompson’s an idiot, Gwen. You’re the prettiest, coolest, funniest, most perfect person I know. And you looked fucking hot in that costume.” He looked over at her.

“Peter..”

“I know you said you don’t care, and I can’t do anything to take back what he said, but I need you to know that he’s an idiot and he’s wrong.”

Gwen almost protested again, told him that she didn’t care, but they both knew it was a lie. She sighed and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. She listened to his heartbeat and felt his arms wrap around her tightly.

“Is that why you’re never in class? Because you’re Spider-Man?” Gwen spoke finally.

“You keep going back to that.”

“It’s almost as if I just found out you have a secret double life, or something.” She smiled, looking up at him. 

“Yeah. It’s why I’m never in class. But I’m gonna be a better lab partner. I promise.”

That was good enough for Gwen, and she closed her eyes. She drifted off to the slow rise and fall of his chest, to the gentle thumping of his heart.

[anxiouslyfred]

A Free Wardrobe

Summary: Remus is a thief who just broke into the most empty apartment he’s ever seen. Virgil is a man just trying to break free of his family and if that means having no furniture so be it. He definitely doesn’t expect to come home to a fully furnished apartment one afternoon

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Remus had a list and he regularly changed it based on whims of the moment. He'd target recently sold apartments, waiting long enough to be sure the previous owners have moved out and new owners either moved in or furnished it in their attempts to rent it out. The next apartment on his list would have to be the last for the day and he was kind of frustrated that his van was already full enough he'd only be getting the most valuable things or breaking stuff.

It was a building he'd been keeping an eye on for ages, central to the city, fancy entrance and a guard who let anyone in a high vis vest with a clipboard through without question. He'd tested that plenty of times, just to be sure, walking out with a laptop or TV each time and the most that had happened was the guard started asking him about the collections he was doing and had even introduced himself as Toby.

Remus would never have expected to find an empty apartment once he picked the lock on the only apartment he'd seen get sold in the building. Looking around he wondered if it was just a case the new people had plans to renovate more or something, but there was a suitcase lying open on the floor and through a door a few blankets spread out as if imitating a bed. In the kitchen there were no appliances either, just the counters and sink with a few dishes in it, plastic ones only though.

The only thing he could see that was even remotely interesting even as he became more convinced someone was actually living there were the envelopes on the counter. He looked through them curiously, partially through nosiness over just who was living like this, but largely, Remus was telling himself, so he could know when to expect this place to actually be worth breaking into. After reading the empty bank statements, requests for first payments on electric and water bills as well as harsh, typed letters claiming to be from family members just wanting to stay in touch, Remus had reversed his plans in a way he'd once sworn never to do so.

“Hey Toby! You able to leave the door?” Remus called already walking through the entrance to open his van up as he caught the security guard's attention.

Toby followed, eyebrow raised not that Remus could see it. “Why? Is this a bigger collection than you're usually tasked with?”

Remus threw a grin over his shoulder, “Delivery and the guy isn't in. Left his apartment unlocked for me.”

“That's gotta be number 13. He's finally getting furniture? I'll help, just give me 2 mins.” Toby blinked momentarily stunned which only spoke over how long whoever lived in the apartment had been there with no furniture, before going over to the reception desk.

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Virgil absolutely had to get out of his family home when he did. The expectations had been leaving him curled in a ball panicking daily for months before he'd been able to use all his savings on getting his apartment, getting out.

Even empty rooms and blankets as the only furniture in there was better than being back with his family. It was basically nothing, but it was independence and freedom. He could get furniture slowly with each of his pay-checks and hopefully ignoring them for long enough would convince his parents they got the wrong address.

At least he could be certain they'd never expect him to be co-ordinating engineers and pushing numbers in an office a town away from their home. Virgil could be safe from them all there and relax while making sure his engineers were safe.

Safe definitely wasn't the feeling he got when the security guard called over to him, “Number 13! That's some good furniture you ordered. I can see why you had to wait for it to come.”

Virgil barely managed to cover his flare of panic with a tight smile and nod, hurrying to the lifts as if he couldn't hear the grumbles over how social he wasn't. Either his parents had tracked him down for certain and were trying to get some control over him back or something more unpredictable and more dangerous was going on.

At least the interaction partly prepared him to see his apartment door open and more wooden furnishings than he'd have ever afforded filling his living space. Part of Virgil just wanted to see if the sofa that had been hidden by the door was as soft and comfortable as it looked as he looked around the space before freezing looking through the bedroom door.

That a man was stood in his room trying on his clothes while folding others up was something Virgil doubted anyone could have warned him about enough to stop his reaction of yanking the first book he could out of his bag and throwing it that them.

“Hey!” The man jumped around, grinning and almost about to congratulate him before his nose scrunched when he saw the book on the floor. “Throwing things isn't nice! Especially dull fiction!”

“Neither is breaking into someone's apartment and trying on their clothes!” Virgil countered, gesturing to the outfit the man was wearing, entirely made of his things and he was kind of surprised that the sizes fit this stranger.

“I'm giving you furniture! That's a nice thing to do and your clothes are awesome! I wanted to see if a colour change to purple occasionally would suit me!” The man gestured behind Virgil, getting him to turn to see a proper bed and mattress was now in the room.

His jaw dropped at that, wondering just how much had been put into his flat while he'd been at work. “Yeah, on that point, Why? How? What the hell are you expecting me to give you for all this stuff? Who even are you?”

“Remus, your local thief at your service, and Kitten, I've never seen an apartment as empty as yours was this morning. Read your mail and decided you could do with a Robin Hood stopping by. Never tell Roman I said that.” The guy introduced, bending as if to bow but instead taking the shirt he had been wearing off and grabbing another of Virgil's shirts to put on. “And for payment, just let me carry on trying your clothes on. That's enough for me.”

Virgil really wanted to snatch his top back, but resisted the urge at Remus's suggestion. “You are literally insane. Why would you have stolen all this stuff but just give it to me for nothing?”

“Cool fashion sense, bitchy controlling parents, finding your own escape into the world? Meh, a guy can relate. You went the respectable route, I went the steal everything not built into my parents house to sell on a market then just carried on stealing from other places. It's not like I'm missing out on much money giving this to you.” Remus waved off his scepticism, already folding the top he'd just taken off and picking a shelf to put it on from a dresser Virgil was trying not to stare at. He was fairly sure that had to be worth a ton from the way it was carved. “We're like kindred spirits. You want anything else? A new laptop? TV? An oven? I can get you a good oven no problem.”

“Isn't accepting things from thieves like a big problem? Shouldn't I really be calling the police now?” Virgil muttered instead of replying, his worries over losing the freedom he'd only recently gained coming rocketing up.

Remus shrugged, moving over to collapse on the bed. “Then do that! You could even tie me to the bed right now so I can't escape while we wait for them to get here. Prison is good fun actually. Made a number of good friends there last time I had a stay.”

“Because if anyone hears about you getting arrested my parents will come barging in, insisting I'm not able to survive on my own whether I've confirmed this is where I live or not.” Virgil answered his own worries. “You just want to mess about in my wardrobe for whatever reason. I'm Virgil by the way, assuming you knew that already though since you read my mail.”

“I think Kitten suits you better actually, and the invitation's open if you wanna join me messing around in your wardrobe, clothing optional.” Remus leered up at him when Virgil moved to sit beside him on the bed.

He still hesitated to accept anything. “Promise this stuff won't get traced to me as stolen goods.”

“Don't take me for an amateur. It won't, never has and the feds don't care about furniture thefts so much as stuff they can actually make big arrests for.” Remus scoffed, one hand forcing Virgil to lay down once he was in reach.

Virgil rolled onto his side, now smirking a little. “Are you trying to seduce me to get access to my clothes?”

“Nope, trying to seduce you so I can stop you from reading books as dull as that one ever again. If I want your clothes I'll just come steal them, maybe leave some of mine in their place.” Remus laughed, never denying that it was in his mind for a second.

“The Authenticity Project is not boring, but fine, if you want to tell me you have no taste in books continue to judge.” He protested, glancing over to the book he'd only just finished reading.

Remus scoffed, “Just look at that cover. There's nothing interesting in that at all.”

“Matchmaking from a different country without ever meeting the woman, a man declaring his wife dead for years only to have her get invited to the supposed memorial party for her his new friends decide to arrange and you want to claim it's boring?”

“I'm reading that now. You're never going to get rid of me if you keep describing books like that.” Remus declared, lunging off the bed to grab the book he'd dismissed. “I didn't get you a pet for your apartment and thought it was missing one. Do you want me to be a cat or a dog?”

“Neither. I'm not into pet play and have definitely not known you long enough to begin discussing what I'm into.” Virgil dead-panned. “Are you seriously staying? I thought you'd be hurrying off as soon as you convinced me to keep everything.”

Remus glanced up from where he'd actually flipped to the first page and started reading. “Still waiting for you to ask for, like a fridge, an oven, maybe even a laptop or something. Complain about the lack of food for you to have tonight.”

“I've got pasta and sauces. Enough for both of us I guess.”

“It's a date then. That's a first, a failed theft resulting in a boyfriend. Definitely one for my stories.” Remus nodded.

Not for the first time since getting home that afternoon Virgil wondered just what on earth was going on and how he could figure it out. Either way he apparently now had furniture and a random house guest who sounded like he'd invite himself over again in the future.

[amazingmsme]

1D for the ask meme?

AN: So most of my obscure fandoms have a really small cast of characters so it took me a while to figure out what I was gonna write, then I rewatched Sinbad Legend of the Seven Seas which is one of my all time favorites and I just HAD to write something with my favorite threesome lol.

Sinbad would've never thought that he and Proteus would cross paths again, and certainly wouldn't expect them to remain friends. But despite their many years apart leading very different lives, they managed to fall in perfect sync with one another without missing a beat.

With the book safely returned, the kingdoms rejoiced. Proteus was insistent that Sinbad and his crew stayed for the celebration. He was reluctant at first, but he could never say no to that face. Or to free food. And if people wanted to praise him and stroke his ego all night, he might as well stick around.

He never intended to stay the night, but the hours flew by without notice. He was only a little pissed when he realized the crew had gone back to the ship without him. He couldn't really blame them, he hadn't exactly been paying them any attention and ignored their not so subtle hints that they were ready to turn in. So when Sinbad found himself alone as the party guests continued to dwindle, Proteus wandered over, Marina hanging on his arm.

"Looks like your crew left you out to dry," he teased, announcing their presence. Sinbad rolled his eyes fondly as he turned around to face them.

"Yeah, that's nothing new," he drawled, shuffling over. He was fairly tipsy- not drunk. Sinbad doesn't get drunk on fancy drinks like champagne, but he had a pleasantly warm buzz going on.

"You know, the great thing about living in a palace is that you always have a free guest room," Proteus said casually. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. "Why not stay the night? I feel like I've barely seen you since you got back."

Sinbad chuckled, leaning into the touch and grabbed his other arm. "That's because you're right. For once, I was the bell of the ball. You couldn't get me alone even if you tried," he joked.

"And believe me, I tried," Proteus shot back. They fell into comfortable banter as he lead them through winding halls. It felt as though no time had passed since they'd run around in the streets, roughhousing and playing pretend.

Sinbad paused when he saw where he had lead them. "Uh Proteus, this is your room," he bluntly pointed out.

"I see no better place for a slumber party."

"Slumber party? What are we, twelve?" he asked, though he barged right in and proceeded to make himself at home.

"I just thought we could finally catch up properly," Proteus said, following him to the bed. Marina laid down on Sinbad's other side, trapping him in the middle.

They spent the first few hours together laughing and recounting exploits on the high seas and reminiscing on the days of their youth. After the third hour, Marina tapped into the hidden stash of booze in Proteus's quarters.

"A prince who hides liquor? A bit scandalous, don't you think?" Sinbad chuckled as he opened the bottle with his teeth and took a swig.

"Oh please, you of all people should know I'm not as straight edged as I appear," he sassed, snatching the bottle and taking a few gulps.

The three of them were tangled in each others limbs as they passed the bottle around, getting drunker and merrier as the night continued. And much to Sinbad's surprise, Marina was a very handsy drunk. Proteus was more gentle with lingering touches that just barely grazed his skin, but Marina was practically ravenous.

She kissed down his neck, one leg thrown over his waist and resting in her fiancé's lap as her hands roamed Sinbad's scarred torso, pressing into his side and raking over his ribs. His breath hitched and he flinched violently under his touch.

Marina recognized the reaction from the countless times she'd turned Proteus into a laughing, breathless mess. She smirked against his neck, curling her fingers against his waist and relished in the gasp she got in return.

Proteus caught Sinbad's gaze and flashed him a devilish grin. He glared at him from over Marina's shoulder and mouthed 'don't you dare.'

"Carefulthere darling, Sinbad's rather sensitive," he cooed, reaching over to squeeze his knee. He jerked his leg away, having to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent an embarrassing squeal from escaping. Marina's eyes lit up with excitement and mischief.

"Oh don't tell me the fearless Sinbad is ticklish," she purred, studying his expression carefully. Sinbad's brows shot up to meet his hairline and a faint blush dusted his cheeks before he could school his features.

"Pft, what? Me, ticklish? That's silly, of course I'm- noho!" His cool and collected dismissal immediately fell flat on his tongue as Proteus latched onto his hip and squeezed.

"Sorry, but there'll be no lying your way out of this one," he said as he brought his other hand around to grab ahold of his other hip. Sinbad bucked wildly under the touch, one hand immediately flying up to his mouth to conceal his laughter while the other grappled to shove prying hands away.

Marina watched with joy and admiration, giggling as the two men wrestled on the bed. Sinbad scrambled to get away, and he was almost successful, but Proteus grabbed his ankles and drug him back to face his demise. Sinbad held his arms out defensively, eyes glued to his friend's hands. He wore a nervous grin and flinched at the slightest movements, much to the others' amusement.

"As crazy as it sounds, he's actually quite ticklish, though he'd love for you to believe otherwise," he mused and motioned for Marina to join them.  She crawled over with a wicked smile like a lion stalking it's prey. Sinbad whined and squirmed in a feeble attempt at escape. She ran a soothing hand through his hair to calm him as she raised his arms, pinning them under her legs.

"I don't think it's all that crazy. I mean, just look at him. He was practically made to be wrecked," Marina cooed, cupping his face with one hand and squeezing his cheeks. He blushed and jerked away from her grasp.

"Excuse me? The hell does that mean?" he asked indignantly.

"Oh relax, it's a compliment."

"Yeah but I really don't like that tone."

"Oh please, you love it," she sassed.

"Almost as much as you love what's about to happen."

"Proteus!" Sinbad scolded, cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

"What? She'd catch on pretty quick anyways, it's not like you're very good at hiding it," he teased.

"...You don't know that," he said weakly, looking away with a pout.

"Oh but he does," Marina said, dragging her nails down his arms making him shudder. "Besides, I think it's adorable."

Sinbad snapped his head up to look at her. "News flash: pirates aren't supposed to be adorable!"

"Well you aaaare," she sang, fluttering her fingers  in his exposed pits. He clamped his mouth shut and grunted as he fought against the mirth building up inside his lungs. Proteus gave an amused huff.

"Don't tell me you're trying to pull that tough guy routine. You know it won't work," he pointed out. He leaned in to speak directly in his ear, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin, sending goosebumps down his arms and legs. "Especially when I know exactly what makes you tick."

Sinbad wanted to give a smart ass retort- to say that he didn't know jack shit, but all coherent thought flew out the window when he felt clawed hands latch onto his knees.

He was in for a long night, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[ebonyforged]

@riddlethat​: 💋 at pandora's. could just see him there if you want, but p.i. eddie is there on a job. younger eddie, probably not. || 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 (accepting!, though they're not likely to end up this long lol)

Even when you have connections with the secretary of a cheeky P.I. with an... elaborate past, making you mostly exempt from paying for his services, there’s other things a girl needs to get through the day. Nightly motel fees, food, booze, what little savings she has in the form of crumpled up bills isn’t enough to make her stay in Gotham comfortable. She could rely on the same things she did back in Limbo City some seven years ago, put her body to use by combining business and pleasure, but Gotham hasn’t proven as satisfying a place to feed into carnal desires. The novelty of the city has already worn off, its true colors hard to ignore ( a harsh, dark place — but inside Limbo? lots of blues and purples. sometimes the walls flash green, and a rippling voice laughs. ).

Yes, it’s definitely Gotham that’s the cause of her reduced libido.

Thankfully Ebony has a very particular set of skills and what some might call a severe lack of inhibitions. The first few odd jobs didn’t stick, but they did lead her to another place, where her value has become very apparent very quickly. 

The red lights remind her of home.

It’s a nice routine, when uninterrupted. Rhythmic knocks echo down the long, filthy hall. Another worker ( a colleague, she supposes ) at the front opens the door if the code is right and she gets to lean back against the wall by the entrance, the one that leads to the real party, and wait for the patrons to get to her. If they take too long, she nudges another on the other side of the curtain to cover both their stations, so she can go break up whatever fight or fuck is happening just outside the club. There’s rules, even here.

There are also measures taken to make sure it’s clear to all that Ebony is not part of the fun. Ironically, she’s more covered up than she normally would be, not a hint of cleavage or collarbones in sight beneath the sleek, black suit that’s not her own. Pandora herself advised her to go for a different look than her usual for privacy’s sake, and while Gotham isn’t her main dwelling, she still took the advice. On nights when she works, her piercings are left back at the motel and she comes bare-faced, with a cheap but nice pair of shades to really complete the look. It does its job, and when it doesn’t she does her best to respond with a swift punishment that doesn’t leave the offending party moaning at her touch.

The footsteps usually tell her how many people to expect, so she pays close attention to them. The entire night, the only ones that have her straighten herself against the wall, straining to hear, are familiar ones. Ebony struggles to place them, until she recognizes the familiar tap of a cane that accompanies each other step. A second later, she spots green at the end of the hall. Her heart flutters.

Ebony stays right where she is, lounged against the wall with her hands in her pockets. It’s not her admirable work ethic that keeps her there. No, she wants to see how long it’ll take for him to spot her, wants to know if he’ll casually stroll in like many of the regulars do.

It’s quite apparent when he does, the way his eyes widen and his jaw goes slightly slack. She wants to say something sly, like ‘you found me this time’ or ‘I didn’t come to rescue you, promise’ but looking at the gears turning in his head is far more fun. Ebony lets him stand there in his baffled state for as long as possible.

Pandora interrupts them before she can decide to say anything, pushing past the curtains with the kind of purpose that tells her she’s expecting Eddie. Her moment to speak up may have passed, but she gets to watch Pandora approach him with open arms and pull him into a brief embrace. She doesn’t register the odd look on Eddie’s face and can’t see how Ebony smirks at him from behind her back. Her amusement is apparent.

“Eddie, it’s been too long!” And oh, isn’t that interesting? Her smirk widens, positively sly. Pandora pulls back from the greeting and notices how Eddie’s eyes briefly linger behind her. She twists around to look at Ebony, whose smile quickly settles back into something more polite, and waves her hand. “Oh, don’t worry, she’s very professional. Not a local, so not the type to care about our little reunion here. We’re all business tonight, anyway.” Oddly, a part of her relaxes at those words. She hadn’t stopped to consider how she might feel about doing her job knowing Eddie is just a few rooms away, indulging. She won’t let herself think about it now, either.

She turns to beckon him inside and Ebony acknowledges her boss with a nod. While Pandora flicks the curtain aside before Ebony can even offer, she makes sure to make a proper show of it for Eddie, pulling the velvety fabric aside while she dips into an elaborate bow. Her eyes may be hidden, but her smile says it all;

We’ll be talking about this tomorrow.

Later, some thirty minutes after they’ve gone, Ebony has to abandon her post to help deal with a commotion inside. An argument, or a strike taken just a step too far, it’s hardly her business as long as she shows the offending party the door. When she drags a man from the floor by his hair, streaks of red on her face and knuckles, she spots Eddie and Pandora leaving her office. With the floor around her somewhat cleared, their eyes meet, and it’s all too easy for Ebony to smile, push her sunglasses up into her hair, and wink.

The way the man in her grasp shudders and begs her to ‘hit me again’ does sully the moment, somewhat.

[dattvnguyen]

Hey, I change for myself. I love for me, because I am me. I love so much more of everyone and everything else so much more than I do myself every time I decide to lock eyes and gaze - just to fall into something I knew might hurt me and kills me everytime, in mind and heart and have shattered nearly a crack through to my spirit but fortunately it wasn’t enough to take me down because I remember who I am. I am who I am. I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m younger, not thinking straight or positive because I’ve never ever had to even come to comprehend as to why in the first place tell me something so obvious and true as I have always been curious. I have always questions and shalt always continue to do so because I enjoy the shit outta learning. I am a master of knowing what it is that I know that I know and reach conclusions through and from another persons confusion about me? I ain’t confused. I just ask the damn rightest questions being = to be amongst the brightest of all knowing. You know how I know this now? It is thanks to all of you. I am truly fearful and you know why? Because though I left myself in the dark. I found myself to be the light. I thought I heard you all knocking in the place I left myself to not wanting to leave to make sure no one stepped through. Everyone thinks they got a clue and they had me telling them the every parts of the places unknown and you know what? I only tell of the prettiest and no where near even the worst part of what it is all even about as to why they think they know and as to why, I come off as less sharp and more broken. I don’t mind and I don’t care. I will do me and I will live in despair and continue to still love all because these are the sounds I hear each day and night, when you all get to live in it. I am here. I am also not really able to stay the same way as you guys, to think I am so careless and absolutely clueless to say dumb jokes like I don’t know much more. I know everything. I say this with sheer force of no fear because the only thing I fear now is nothing and no one. I am only afraid of love and how it brings me back and forth through these doors just to save everyone else knowing what I go through many times over for the sake of knowing again. But it barely is explainable to what people think they witness pain to be. Whether stories about Jesus or Buddha are true, it is about the lessons, morals and points too. Not which one is more true or what is not believable to you. Funny thing is, you all think you get what you do know but yet, you don’t take the time to get to know one another and think for yourselves to turn on eachother. It has been amusing but I am over these dumb ass fucking kinds of thoughts. Stop being so little to your own demeans and demand that it comes from a place whether hard to scratch or follow, it is there a whether you sleep or wake up tomorrow . Or shalt I state it to be here? You hear? Yeah? Loud and clear. I can only hope. One can only hope. Once one’s way say nope, antelope. Upon an arrival as one does do possibly hold dear without having to be physically but just even sincerely by being then expect a magic envelope.

Yes, being ungrateful for life and getting rid of one is and one of the most greediest, selfish and disgusting ways to go out. I am saying this from travels back and forth as I am not to judge, nor disrespect but pay respects even to those whom I still spend time from their presence in knowing which they come from and yearn to share as I lie and they stop to also lie - rest and seek peace. I am a peace maker so obviously I easily pick up the natural rhythms closest to my heartbeat so I hope for now, shalt being as I followed from what I believe in- to say at the very least for any-one that may read these lines to fall back behind and seek seldom from within thy chest and pay attention to each question of the five E’s being which what where when why and I do support you in finding how from this moment in reaching from down below and beyond the depths in which we may or even come to know as if though, it made sense the whole time when it didn’t as it has to be made sense of now somehow? Just another possibility. Unless, you think I’m just speaking from tongue without a rhythm from a flow or source that knows (more or less), doesn’t matter to me / everything is made up of or of thing-every makes is of matter which can be seen but I guess maybe this world has always been here? This is a coincidence? Somewhat or somehow? A big bang? Think deeper of what a bang is, what a lightning or thunder is. What Tis’ beyond that? The mystery may continue as I believe I hath shared plenty for now. Yes, simple enough, complex to figure but one may think they know when they say they do but they forget what understanding is each and every time they gotta start thinking and forget how. Follow your hearty self and stay humble. I could speak endlessly in which I am trying to guide gists of but for now, I am going to finally make my time count for me, then ones like domino of uno becomes into uni -in I that be here to say that the one and only DAT is here. I no longer need to give a shit about what you may think (though I technically have and still do). I will only spare extra time for those whom seek more than just their own in their own to find reaching out to even those whom align with them as one’s own two too. Takes one to know one right? What’s left? Well, to taking from that is to let’s say ..”time and place” for one to take but to think only one is the only way and nothing else but the high way? Have fun with no way of alternatives in which is the thing in which that comprehension exists but that’s all it may be and I do still hope you are in bliss. True bliss though, is to know of love and love has always been given to us so “sharing is caring” not to “do to see what they do for you”. Though, I only picked on half of 6:10 . 1-2 still comes back from having 0’s front thinking it is after but what’s even after before of after and before?

I ask an impossible yet made many possible just now. Think it doesn’t make sense? Good. Think deeper. But don’t think you got it til’ you are through to figure and know thyself to bother as I have played my part in sharing and opening up during the roles with the universe. Now? I will show my source and power in which I am blessed by All’ (God & I shalt allow Dat to do so when Dat believes He does endeavour to do so). If you get lost and think of me because of what I meant from there? Silly, I am done and am always open to help if asked. Now I am back to being, whom I be knowing within me myself and I from without being Dat but always knowing of my own in the end as I started it because I am true. I am not just me or you, I am …

Dat.

Tis’ is all I need to say here on out, hate it or love it? That’s your choices, I do hope you may get the chance to allow me to assist and meet you one day, as I would love to make sure the spirit finds its way to safe keeping and peace.

Speaking of peace, try to ask or seek for it for yourself and just be. I am also just being me. Unique and also authentic. Nothing special, we all are but is it ever rare when it’s so obvious?

I don’t know,

I only see All and know everything until the last question from what I am seeking from the question in which I known now each time I do ask but enough from me for now (it’s 1:11).

[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

[ah0rmone]

dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

[raineydays411]

My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .