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kelstey · 2 months
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mattheo riddle ☆ confess
mattheo riddle x reader
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
he hadnt taken his eyes off of you once.
mattheo's gaze lingered on you the whole time you were on the dance floor, not going unnoticed by you. you continued to grind against some random gryffindor, acting oblivious to mattheo's death stare.
less aimed at you, more at the boy who clearly got too excited. mattheo tried to control the urge to absolutely tear him apart then and there but he couldn't. he didn't fancy getting into trouble.
it was even worse that you were wearing a slightly provocative dress - mattheo didn't mind, he could fight. but he did mjnd the fact that someone else's hands were all over you, not his.
you felt grossed out as the gryffindor's hands trailed down your body, wishing they were mattheos as his touch was the only thing you craved.
mattheo finally tore his eyes away from the scene, going over to the drinks table to join his other slytherin friends.
"when are you going to tell her?" enzo asked as he noticed mattheo's arrival.
"what?" mattheo looked at enzo confused.
"don't act stupid, you're in love with the damn girl. you do realise she's one of the most beautiful
- if not most beautiful girl in hogwarts, and other guys are most definitely plotting," enzo sipped the torturous alcohol mixed punch.
"what if she doesn't feel the same way?" mattheo said before taking a shot of vodka, the burn of the liquor tore down his throat.
"don't be silly. you both look at each other like you're the only other people in the world, everyone can see it. but id hurry cause looks like that boy she's dancing with has some other plans," enzo motioned his head to where you were dancing up against a boy.
mattheo's jaw clenched as the other boys hands made their way around your body, a desperate look in his eyes along with a clear bulge as your ass grinded on him.
without thinking, mattheo walked over to you, ripping you away from the boy. "mattheo what the fuck?!" you slurred.
"what the fuck are you doing?" he asked as he held your arm.
"having fun, what else does it look like?" you replied.
"really? cause i can see the disgust in your face as you dance on this twat," mattheo said angrily.
"what's your deal? it's not like we're dating," you said. what you didn't realise is that those words felt like multiple stabs going through his heart.
he knew you weren't dating, of course. the two of you were just best friends who clearly had feelings for each other but were far too stubborn to ever admit it.
"fine, be like that then," mattheo said and let go of you before storming off.
a week had passed since that party, an awkward tension laid amongst your friend group every time the two of you were there that didn't go unnoticed by the others.
neither of you had spoken a word to each other, once again your stubbornness and pride were both far too high to break the no contact.
"for fucks sake! cant the two of you just make up?" draco threw his hands up in the air. the boys were all having a discussion in the slytherin common room about the whole situation between you and mattheo.
"no way, if she wants to speak to me, she can speak to me. i am not talking to her," mattheo rolled his eyes.
"the two of you are literally two little kids, grow up and get over it," blaise added in.
"i agree, mattheo you have no problem getting with other girls so why is it so hard for you to do that with her?" draco said.
mattheo pondered for a bit. why was it so hard? maybe due to the fact that he was purely and utterly in love with you compared to the other girls in hogwarts who were really only used for his pleasure.
"see! you not speaking says so much, get a grip and tell her," blaise said.
"suck my dick," mattheo said before storming off to go to the black lake. he liked the peace; and even better that it was raining so no other students were likely to be there.
apart from you of course. you were sat feeding a squirrel with some trail mix you had in your bag. you were slumped at the bottom of a tree, reading peacefully before spotting a red squirrel.
it made its way over to you and you remembered the mixed nuts you had. you were in awe of the small creature, how it had no fear being cradled in your hand as you fed it.
a twig snapped which scared the squirrel and it ran off. "are you fucking joking me?" you stood up and turned to the source of the noise.
and of course mattheo was stood there. "what are you doing here?" he asked.
"i wanted some peace and quiet," you mumbled before picking up your book and tote bag, ready to leave.
"what's your problem?" mattheo stepped in your way before you could walk past him.
"you!" you shoved his chest and he stumbled back.
"me? right, and what have i done?" he raised his voice.
you grew frustrated, you didn't actually have much of a problem with mattheo. and it didn't help that he looked amazing as the rain soaked his hair and part of his shirt, just enough for you to see his toned abs.
"you know what you've done!" you raised your voice back, you didn't give a reasoning due to the fact you didn't have one, of course you could not lose this argument.
"yeah? why don't you tell me then?" mattheo walked up to you, his large frame towering over you.
"just get out of my head! fuck! every single day you're just there, and i can't help but think of you all the time. do you know how annoying it is seeing you have a new girl sit on your lap almost every time we eat at the great hall? how you want every girl in hogwarts but me? cant you see i fucking love you mattheo?" you shouted, tears welling in your eyes from the overly raw emotions and the fact you just poured your heart out to him.
"so you think ignoring me is going to solve the problem?" mattheo asked.
"yes - no - i don't know?! i want to stop loving you but i can't! i've loved you since second year and i always will!" you confessed.
"what the fuck? i've loved you since second year!" mattheo confessed back.
"then why the fuck aren't you doing anything about it?" you questioned. your question was quickly answered when mattheo grabbed your face and pulled you in. his lips smashed onto yours and things quickly escalated into a very intense make out session.
the anger and annoyance you had from the past week quickly disappeared, you couldn't help but now feel completed and happy. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. mattheo's hands snaked around your waist, somehow getting you even closer.
the two of you broke the kiss, gasping for air.
"why didn't you do that sooner?" you asked.
"i'm doing it now, and i think that's all that matters."
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
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toast-on-dandelioms · 2 months
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What if reader accidentally called superman "dad" while they were on a mission? Like Batman needed some help tracking down some new murder cult and thought Spider could help? But they wouldn't come unless superman wasnt there since Spider does NOT trust the batfam?
Ok so, I'mma make a scene with your idea and then say what it would happen. Just to then explain how the Batfam would react.
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You were called with Clark to a mission, knowing the Batfam was there but you didn't care since you knew Clark would protect you from them.
Plus you made sure to grab two tasers this time and incorporated a new type of web fluid that could emit electricity when it hits someone.
You did create it so you didn't have to use a taser but also so you could tase anyone of the Batfam that would dare to get too close to you or even touch you during the mission.
Clark finally landed while you adjusted your mask since you took it off while you were flying to feel the air in your (long/short) hair.
You looked at the batfam, already annoyed when they didn't even do anything but just their presence was a source of anger and annoyance for you.
While the Batfam was also annoyed that Clark was there but he had to come or you wouldn't even consider going with them to a mission.
You didn't say anything to them, just giving them the blank stare your mask provided and just stayed next to Clark, listening to them talk about what everyone was supposed to do in the mission.
Bruce did try to make you go with him or any of his kids, making you nervous since you couldn't really refuse without any excuse. You did have one but you can't really say "I refuse to go with any of your kids (directed to Batman) because I hate all of you".
But Clark surprised you by refusing any option of you going with any on the Bats and stated that you would go with him, making you smile a little and lean a little on the kryptonian.
Which made all of the Bats jealous and angry at the kryptonian.
At the end you were supposed to go with Superman in the hideout of the cult, which you were happy about it and quickly followed the kryptonian while ignoring the glares of the Batfam that were directed towards Clark.
Well, during the mission you got separated from Superman in the fight against the cultist when they suddenly ambushed both of you, making you panic since you never fought so many people at once.
Yes you did fight small gangs but usually they were just kids and you just had to punch one and all of them backed down immediately. So fighting a large group of people that knew how to fight was a bit difficult and extremely different from what you're used to.
Plus your panic doubled when you saw Damian and Dick approaching, probably to help you but in the fight and the panic in your mind made them seem even more dangerous than the cultists trying to stab you.
So you did the only reasonable thing that your scared mind wanted. You called for Clark while fighting three cultists at the same time, tasing a few of them while fighting.
The problem? You accidentally called him dad.
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Bruce Wayne: oh god how angry was he when he heard that from Dick and Damian's coms.
(He still doesn't know who you are behind the mask but already sees you as one of your kids even though you're already are)
He quickly finished fighting the leader and ran to where you were supposed to be, quickly knocking out anyone who was in his way.
He did kill a few of those in his way, but he made sure to hide the bodies and will deal with it later by burning down the hideout.
He finally arrived at the spot where you and the others were supposed to be and he saw something that made him want to grab his kryptonite batarang to hit Clark.
Why? He saw you in Clark's arms, hugging him with all your might while he flew so neither Dick and Damian could reach you.
Plus the worst thing was the sick smile Clark had in his smile, like he planned it. Like he knew you weren't ready to go in such a big mission and would probably call him in a panic.
Bruce just glared at the kryptonian and signaled him to get out with you so they could get rid of the rest of the cultists.
Basically Bruce would be a jealous bitch even though he doesn't care about you when you don't have the mask on, and would use his anger against all the cultists there since he blamed them instead of blaming himself.
Clark Kent: oh he would be so smug whenever he sees Bruce and you're not with him.
Especially since he planned it. He might not be as smart as the Batfam but he knows people and especially you.
He knew you weren't ready for such a big mission since you mostly trained with him and fought small gangs in Gotham.
He knew you would panic while fighting and knew you would call for him when you couldn't do it anymore.
The dad part was a surprise but a happy one for Clark, he became so smug when you jumped in his arms when he quickly flew to you.
He did see the glares he received from almost all the batkids and especially Batman, to which he responded with a smug smile while rubbing your back.
He left with you since you didn't want to stay and he also knew Bruce caught the leader so he didn't have any reasons to stay.
Not sure if you also wanted the Batkids but I didn't add them, just comment if you also want to have the batkids reaction and I will add it!
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decayical · 2 months
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✦ ── SOFTLY, SWEETLY !
❝ blade loves you, he will never stop loving you . ❞
01 notes: i literally have nothing to put here like ever ... this was my first time writing soft dom im pretty sure i hope it's ok 🙏🙏
02 tags: praise kink, dumbification, unintentional edging, a bit angsty a but fluffy if you squint, creampie, afab/gn reader, puppy/sweetheart/baby used as pet names, blade is called bladie :3
03 mdni blogs do not interact! a minor wrote this. word count 848
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“so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, fuck—so pretty, just for me.”
blade let out a soft whimper as he continued to thrust gently into you, his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth as he stared into space. he probably didn't even realize how tangled up he and you were in the blankets, because all on his mind was you, you, you. your pretty face, your flushed cheeks, your soft thighs and the oh-so-heavenly way you squeezed around his fat cock.
though, to be fair, it's not like you were much better—despite blade's slow movements, the drag of his cock along your walls was enough to fuck you dumb, making your head fuzzy in the best way possible. you had been teetering on the edge of a climax for so long you became much more sensitive than usual, and even though you desperately wanted to cum you still love, love, loved the feeling—being beneath him, completely at his mercy.
blade tilted his head down to connect your tongue to his, the sloppy kiss being the only thing to ground you as he let out a pretty little moan, snapping his hips into yours just once, but it was enough to make you squeal and writhe around under his hold. in that moment, he was so deep inside of you that his tip was probably kissing your cervix from how full you felt, the unfamiliar sensation quickly becoming too much as you arched your back, trying to make sense of the situation.
blade cursed internally, shushing you and pressing comforting kisses all over your exposed neck to distract yourself from the sudden pain. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, my love…” he continued to whisper to you, resuming his slow, sensual movements as he started to rub your clit with a calloused thumb.
you squealed again, your back arching as tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you reached out to tug at his hair. “blade, blade, ‘s too big! too much, hurts, fuck, more, so—ah—so full…”
blade let out a soft chuckle, his thumb doused in your arousal moving up to caress your cheek. “you're not making any sense, puppy. is it too much or not?” he asked teasingly, licking your jaw. “like that, yeah? right here?” his thrusts suddenly got more aggressive again, but not like he was trying to stab you with his dick—they were sharp, the thrusts inward so fast you could barely process what was happening, but he'd drag his cock out of your slick walls so painfully slow a frustrated moan left your mouth.
“blaaaade,” you whined, toes curling as your legs wrapped around his waist, “love you…”
blade’s chest panged with a sort of emotion he was unfamiliar with, yet somehow the sensation felt nostalgic to him at the same time. “oh, baby,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face, “i love you too. taking me so well, hmm? ‘s just like you were made for this dick.”
his musings made your heart flutter as your cheeks burned up, you nodded vigorously in agreement as he moved his hands to pin your wrists above your head. “mm, yeah made f’ you, made just f’ you, bladie.”
you let out this bright smile that always seemed to make blade's day, and you nuzzled the forearm and hand that was close to your head. you peppered kisses all over his scarred wrists, feeling his hands twitch and tighten over your own.
“fuck, i—i love you.” blade's head swam, the coil in his stomach tightening as he let out another shy moan. “gonna let me cum inside you, pretty? gonna let me make you all mine?”
you whined, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “c–close,” was the only thing you managed to say, but to blade it was good enough.
“we cum together,” he mumbles, hand gently grazing your jaw as he kisses you softly, deliciously. he never once changed his pace, always keeping it slow, soft, firm, but it was still enough to have his thighs twitching and your walls fluttering around him, the comfort in each other more than enough.
you came first, letting out a high-pitched squeal as you tightened around him and your fluids covered the base of his dick. blade's eyes fell closed, he muttered “fuck”, before thrusting into you just once more before he let you milk his cock. he kept on moving, trying to prolong both of your orgasms, shaky breaths leaving his chest and he whined. his release filled you to the brim and then started to spill out, truly a mesmerizing sight.
his hands let go of yours and shyly, you reached for his neck, delving into a kiss. his tongue glided over yours, tasting everything you had to offer. “so good for me,” he whispered, trailing your jaw with his fingers.
“fuck… again, bladie,” you whined, moving to rile him up. “‘gain, please? wan’ your cock.”
blade huffed. “you have that, sweetheart.” he grabbed your jaw to make you look directly into his eyes. “you have that and more.”
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staryukis · 4 months
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my first and last. . . ⇢ satoru gojo
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˗ˏˋsummary: satoru thinks he was always meant to meet you, but you entered his life at such a precarious time he often wonders if that’s the reason he clings to you the way he does 
˗ˏˋwc: 6.5k (🧍‍♀️ it got longer every time i edited it)
˗ˏˋcontains: gn!reader x gojo, angst (with a happy ending), very gojo centric it's essentially a character study, implied satosugu, mentions of canon character injuries/deaths, whatever the opposite of a meet-cute is, confessions, first kiss, hurt/comfort, gojo has a mild panic attack but i promise the description is suuper brief
˗ˏˋa/n: the stsg shipper in me jumped out a little bit with this one 🫣 we love our bi king gojo 🩷💜💙 i also wrote him to be neurodivergent coded in some parts out of pure self indulgence heh.. anyway happy birthday to our blue eyed princess <3
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since day one satoru’s life has been a series of puzzles and winding paths that he navigates with ease. donning the title of the strongest is no simple task, and it’s not unfounded at that. he’s simply always been the strongest, with never a moment of respite. but there was a time where he used to share that title — where he used to share the burden of the weight of the world on his shoulders.
his relationship with suguru geto was… complicated. he surely didn’t like him at first, finding the latter to be self-righteous to a fault. yet he stuck to his side, always in his general vicinity. but like a moth to a flame — he flew too close and he got burned.
you could attribute it to his low empathy, or a subtle inability to pick up on social cues… or maybe just the mere fact that he was 17 years old and a stubborn brat. but he can’t recall ever noticing when things started to go downhill. sure, he still knows when they did, knows all too well what the catalyst of this downwards spiral was — the hand that pulled the plug on the drain so that the water could spin around the stopper as it slipped underneath and down into the plumbing, completely out of his control.
but the more he thinks about it, the more slippery it gets. because even now, 10 years later, he can’t wrap his head around why he never noticed what suguru was going through. why he had so poorly assumed that the both of them being the strongest meant that suguru would be able to cope with everything in the same exact ways that he did. why he assumed it meant suguru was fine, even though he knew for a fact that he wasn’t — neither of them were.
but that was the nature of their relationship with each other. made complicated with silent agreements and conversations never had, words never spoken, and satoru often wonders — had he said something, had he swallowed his pride and just communicated with suguru… could things have been different?
surely not, right?
nevertheless, satoru never noticed until it was too late. or if he did, he thought nothing of it at the time. it was subtle things like wondering why suguru seemed thinner — have you lost weight, suguru? — or why the dark circles under his eyes got deeper as the seasons changed — suguru, did you stay up all night reading again? — or why the distinct amount of solo missions they were both sent on only drove the wedge between them further and further. but satoru was managing as best as he could, and he turned out just fine he thinks… so why didn’t suguru?
but really, try as he might, it was hopeless the very moment they got back from okinawa. the very moment he dropped his infinity after he’d been tiredly using his technique nonstop for days, allowing himself a mere second to let his guard down before the force of a katana had torn through his abdomen from behind him. the very moment that the same man who had stabbed him had killed him, and then killed the star plasma vessel they were supposed to protect, and then nearly killed suguru.
it was hopeless the very moment satoru came back from the dead, completely enlightened with a new sense of his techniques, a new perspective on his own life and his prowess. the very moment suguru stopped saying they were the strongest together, and started to just refer to satoru solely as thee strongest. full stop.
when you share the weight of the world with someone else, it suddenly feels a lot heavier when they decide to let it go without warning you in advance. but then again, the signs were always there — the sweat on his brows, wobbling knees threatening to buckle as he struggled to hold it up. satoru selfishly brushed aside the warning signs until suguru grew so tired, that even if satoru had tried a little harder to coax him back in, the fatigue in suguru’s muscles was too strong to even bother lifting anything back up onto his shoulders.
so all he could do was watch. watch as suguru turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd of people walking all around them. people who were probably having the most boring, average day of their lives. oh, how he so craved the mundanity, the simple things of a human life that were always too out of reach for a god.
his breaths were shallow and coming out in quick puffs, hands clenched tightly at his sides and twitching with the urge to use his technique, to take out suguru like he was supposed to. because that would have meaning. but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger on the first person he’d ever felt like he truly loved, in a sense. he allowed himself to hold someone so close to his heart because he thought he didn’t have to worry about him leaving… up until he actually did.
his heart was a jigsaw puzzle, and a piece of it went missing the day suguru left. what he hadn’t expected to happen next, was for you to enter his life with a piece of an entirely different puzzle, one that was still somehow a perfect fit.
not at first, at least.
“what the—“ the frustrated cry slipped past your lips, a groan of disdain when satoru had turned around to leave the scene of the worst day of his life, only to crash into you as you tried to maneuver around him, making you spill your drink all over your shirt. the drink itself was a frozen one, sweet like strawberry and sour like the green apple you mixed into it at the slushie machine from the gas station down the block. you’d have really enjoyed drinking the whole thing, had it not spilled all over you instead. “watch where you’re going, asshole!”
he blinked at you, dumbfounded and stammering as he tried to mumble an apology. but really, he wasn’t all that sorry. he was so numb to just about anything right now, he couldn’t find it in him to feel sympathy for a total stranger when his heart was just so broken the way it was.
you scoffed and looked up at him then, and your eyes widened a little in surprise when you met his. a pair of blue eyes, the brightest blue you’d ever seen, brighter than the sky on a clear and sunny day. eyes that held more in them than every ocean on the planet, with waves crashing around the irises and threatening to spill over his lash lines, glossing his eyes in a way that made him look ethereal. he was crying, but why did he look so, so…
“c’mon, let’s keep walking,” your friend’s voice cut through your thoughts, tugging lightly on your elbow as she shot a narrowed look at satoru before redirecting her attention back to you. “we’re gonna be late to catch the bus.”
you tore your gaze away from satoru, wordlessly moving past him as your friend dragged you along, walking in the same direction suguru had gone just minutes prior. satoru was still a little caught off guard, blinking rapidly before wiping his eyes with his sleeve and walking off.
it wasn’t the most ideal meeting, but on such an unforgettable day, it was burned into his memory nonetheless.
so when he saw you again a few weeks later, by yourself this time, sitting at the window of a crepe cafe he frequented, he felt his heart rate pick up a little bit. maybe it was just the reminder of the day suguru left him, or maybe it was the way the afternoon sun was shining across the window, casting a dispersion of colors from the spectrum of light onto your face. a bright white light shining through a glass prism and refracting, revealing a rainbow on the other side.
he lingered outside for a moment, clammy hands stuffed in his pockets as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze flitting between the door to the cafe and the small table you were sat on. maybe he could just pretend you weren’t there at all, just walk in and order his usual and then leave, just like he’d intended. but the moment he stepped inside, the bell jingling above his head announcing his arrival, and you looked up at him, he cracked under the pressure. with a tightlipped expression he abruptly spun on his heel and left the shop, confusing yourself and other patrons alike.
he walked about 20 feet away from the shop before exhaling the breath he’d been holding. and then he thought, what the fuck am i doing? so he turned around once again, swallowing down his pride and the potential for humiliation as he stepped inside the cafe once more, this time avoiding your curious gaze entirely.
you thought you recognized him for a moment. there aren’t many lanky, freakishly tall boys with snowy white hair like his. what was throwing you in for a loop was the glasses he adorned — a black pair of lenses with round frames. when he walked in the sun you couldn’t make out his eyes behind them at all, it made you wonder if you could even see anything through them.
he stepped up to the counter and placed his order, and while he waited he couldn’t help it, he had to take a peek. it was this natural curiosity bubbling up in his chest, he just had to satiate it before it boiled over and got out of control. he turned his head a little to the side, subtly glancing over his shoulder at you seated in the corner. you were looking down at your hands, but the flush that reached your ears told him you’d almost been caught staring at him.
he pursed his lips in thought, humming to himself as he turned back around when they called his name at the counter. he wordlessly grabbed his crepe, nodding curtly at the worker before he started to walk back towards the entrance. but just before he walked through the door, something stopped him. like an invisible force field cast by the only person in the building that caught his attention, and from that point he felt drawn to you, all of a sudden. he chewed the inside of his cheek, turning and facing your general direction. you were caught this time — your head swiftly turned the other way, just barely making eye contact with him, but he’d already seen the way your hair moved when you turned your head. how it fell over your eyes for a moment, and how your hands twitched on the table with the urge to move it out of the way, only you tried to seem entirely nonchalant at the moment so you held back. how cute, he thought.
he lingered at the doorway, and then he took a step forward. and another. and then he was standing beside the small table, tilting his head curiously when you refused to acknowledge his existence. he seemed much taller up close, especially since you were sitting down. it was almost intimidating.
“yo,” he waved a hand in front of your face, beckoning your attention. you blinked in surprise, finally moving your own hand up to swipe the bangs out of your eyes as you looked at him. those pesky strands of hair that you hate. you’re trying to grow it out, so you can’t do much about it right now. “you were staring at me?” he says this like a question, like he doesn’t know how else to address the obvious elephant in the room between you two. you gulped then, looking around the room as you thought of an excuse, but you didn’t find one.
“i was.” you conceded, nodding a little awkwardly. he already caught you so there’s no point in lying, you think to yourself.
“…why?”
“your glasses.”
“what about my glasses?”
“they’re funny.”
he snorts, unsure if he was offended or amused. “what’s so funny about ‘em? they’re just glasses.”
you giggled then, a soft sound that trickled into his ears like sprinkles on a cupcake, colorful and of intrigue for satoru’s own sweet tooth. “i dunno, i just think it’s a little silly that you’re wearing sunglasses indoors.”
he hums, the corners of his lips almost threatening to curl up into a smile. almost. “i have sensitive eyes.”
“right,” you giggled again, a sound he was quickly learning tasted as sweet as the dessert in his hands. “can you even see anything through them when you’re standing inside? they look so dark.”
you’d be surprised what i can see, is what he almost replies with. but what leaves his mouth instead was uncharacteristic, if he’s being entirely honest with himself. “wanna see for yourself?”
you hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly. you were curious, after all. he put down the crepe in his hands, setting it down near your clasped hands on the table. he lifted his hands up to his frames, and for a moment he almost stopped himself. why am i doing this again? but he removed them anyway, extending his hands forward to hand them to you. your eyes followed the frames the whole time, reaching forward to grab them, your fingers brushing against his. but when you looked up at him again, you saw a familiar stark blue ocean in his eyes, and—
oh.
“you’re the guy who knocked over my slushie.” you stated bluntly, carefully starting to retract your hand again. satoru’s shoulders dropped a little bit, and he had half a mind to apologize, but he just extended his hand further and waved it in front of you, urging you to take the glasses and try them out. he’s not sure where this surge of insistence is coming from, but it seems to rub off on you, since you narrow your eyes a little curiously before gingerly accepting the lenses.
you bring them up to your eyes, holding them at a reasonable distance, and you’re surprised to see— well, nothing. just pitch black. you gape a little bit, muttering something under your breath. he almost expects you to freak out, maybe even awkwardly return his glasses and excuse yourself to leave the establishment. but you do none of that. you handed his glasses back with a snort of a laugh, a confused yet oddly amused grin crawling onto your face. “you must have really sensitive eyes, then. now i feel bad for calling you an asshole.” you mumbled, and he can’t stop the way his own smile mirrors yours. your reaction was even sweeter than he’d anticipated.
“it was an asshole move, to be fair.” he mutters a little quietly, putting the glasses back on his face and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he picks up his crepe again, glancing at the door as he considers leaving. but then he looks back down at you and you have this look in your eyes that he can’t quite place. and suddenly he feels drawn to you again.
“maybe one of these days i could buy you another one to make up for it?”
that’s how it began. you entering his life and crawling inside of a hole in his heart right as it emptied out. a vacancy that was available against his own will, but you filled it out anyway. exchanging phone numbers and having short but meaningful conversations through the flip phone you despised texting on (it was 2007 after all, technology was not quite at it’s peak), but you put up with it anyway, because you found that talking to him quickly became a part of your day you looked forward to.
he thought the same of you, but it took him a while to admit that to himself. shoko had made a throwaway comment one day, saying he was just coping by befriending you as quickly as he did. she meant nothing bad of it, merely jesting, but it weighed heavy on his heart. he felt guilty, felt like he was replacing suguru somehow. no one could replace suguru, even if he doesn’t quite hold the same place in his heart anymore, he’d always be there.
suguru leaving was the first time satoru felt scared in his life. that’s a feeling one could only invoke in him after burrowing themselves so deep in his skin that the heartbreak of going separate ways tore him up from the inside out. that’s something he could never get over; he never will get over it.
but you, you were something else entirely. the feelings of guilt quickly changed into fluttery, warm feelings when he heard the ringtone he’d specifically set for you. it turned into rapidly beating hearts when you’d both met up after school, satoru going out of his way to walk down your route with you even though he lived on school grounds. it turned into waiting in anticipation whenever he sent you a text, biting his lip nervously as he stared at the tiny phone screen, somehow trying to will it to load your response faster. staying up at night talking over the phone, pacing around his dorm or looking out the balcony as he did, a huge grin on his face that he couldn’t wipe off for at least half an hour after you’d both gone to bed.
you never replaced suguru. but he often thinks to himself about it, pictures a life where fate was kinder to him. a world where he has both you and suguru around, at the same time. suguru would’ve loved you, he thinks. the two most important people in his life, a consistent reminder that it’s okay to love and be loved back. a warm spring after a harsh, bitter winter.
a year or two goes by, you both graduate high school, and to him your life seems so… normal, while his life is anything but. for a while he doesn’t tell you, doesn’t tell you about his job as a jujutsu sorcerer. a title he was born into, as a user of both limitless and six eyes — a combination the likes of which the Gojo clan hasn’t seen for hundreds of years. a ticking time bomb.
it was innate for him, embedded in his dna. his fate was sealed the moment he opened his eyes. he had no choice at all in how he got to live his life, it was all outlined for him the moment he was born. december 7th, 1989 — a momentous day for the jujutsu world and the world of curses. he was standing for something before he even learned how to walk.
what he did have a say in was your involvement in it. he always thought the lesser you knew the better, so he kept it to himself. when he got busier you would ask more questions, trying to figure out what kind of job he had, but he never answered them honestly. it drove you both apart a little for a few years, and it broke his heart, but he thought it was better this way. it was easier to keep you out of the hot mess that was his world as the jujutsu sorcerer gojo, safer to keep you at arms length so that your precious life didn’t get tangled in the ugliest parts of his.
and yet he also wanted nothing more than to hold you closer, to nestle you in the cavity of his heart and never let go of you. because to you, he wasn’t the strongest jujutsu sorcerer — the six eyes and limitless user with the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. to you, he was just… satoru.
but he couldn’t hold you closer to his heart without risking the semblance of normalcy in your life, one that was so fragile, he would never forgive himself if it shattered. if the glass shards cut into the palms of his hands, his own blood slipping through his fingers while he desperately tried to piece it back together.
worst of all, he thinks you would never forgive him, for some reason. he can’t explain why he thinks this. it’s all an emotional and irrational mess in his brain that he would rather ignore instead of trying to untangle the cords.
maybe it’s the 17 year old in him, the one that lost his best friend — his one and only — in the very same world he wants to keep you out of.
suguru geto was the first person he ever cared so deeply about, and the first person who left him. you’re the only other person he’s cared for so much since then, and right now you’re the last person he wants to lose. his first and last, representing completely different parts of satoru’s soul that he clings to like a lifeline. if he lost you too he’d be inconsolable.
and that thought was what drove him to his limit when suguru died. you’re taken by complete surprise when you hear a frantic banging on your door. it’s the night of december 24th, you were just about ready to go to bed early in preparation for christmas the next morning when you opened the door to see satoru, completely disheveled and in a cold sweat. he was always careful about the parts of himself that he showed you, always made sure he didn’t worry you too much by being so emotionally vulnerable around you. but right now, after the night he just had, he can’t do it anymore. he can’t always be the strongest.
“can we talk?” he had asked you the moment he met your eyes. he was breathless, overwrought — at his wit’s end. you’ve never seen him like this — at least, not since that fated day in september 2007 when you both first met.
when you invited him in he stumbled past you, his breathing erratic and his usual bright blue eyes were currently a dull gray, they were almost lifeless. the light he often held in them was dimming with the weight of his emotions and he needs to say something to you, he needs you. he can’t keep himself together anymore.
“satoru, come,” you gently grabbed his elbow, a touch unobstructed by his infinity that he so desperately craved. “sit, and take deep breaths for me, okay?”
he wasn’t aware that his hands were trembling until you grabbed them, and he squeezed your hands so tightly it almost hurt. the moment you sat down next to him on the couch he dipped his head forward and dropped it on your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck and closing his eyes, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he tried not to sob. a man so much bigger than you — in height namely — was shrinking into your side and you hadn’t the slightest idea what could have possibly brought him down like this.
“what’s wrong, hun?” you asked him sweetly, and your voice was so soothing to his soul he just couldn’t take it anymore. he whimpered weakly, his lips trembling as he pulled his head back to look in your eyes.
“i’ve been lying to you.” he blurts out, making your eyes widen in surprise. “i- i know it sounds bad, fuck— you don’t even know what it is i’m going to say to you, you have no idea how badly—“ he cuts himself off when his voice cracks, clamping his mouth shut and swallowing the lump in his throat before continuing. “just… just promise me. promise me you won’t freak out. just let me say everything i need to say first and then you can react, but please— please understand why i did this.”
you’re not sure how to respond to this at first, his words are loaded with something you don’t recognize. and there’s this perceptible fear in his eyes that concerns you more than anything else. you inhale deeply for a moment, studying the trembling in his expression, and then you nodded slowly. you’re not sure why, but you trust him. “okay… i promise.”
and so it goes. he unloads everything — the world of jujutsu and curses, his upbringing, his one and only. he tells you about his teenage years, his near death experience (or well, more like an actual death experience, but he holds back on those specific details for now — figures he doesn’t need to tell you just yet how reverse cursed techniques work when you’re already getting an information overload), how he lost suguru. he tells you about suguru’s cult, the war suguru declared on jujutsu society, on him. he tells you about his students and how he fought to protect them, tells you about the night parade of a 100 demons, and finally, finally — he tells you how he had to ultimately kill his best friend. just hours prior to seeing you.
“…wow.” was all you had to respond with. what else could you even say in that moment?
it takes a good 15 minutes afterwards for the air between you both to settle again. for satoru to feel like he can look you in the eyes and not get these intense pangs in his chest that make him feel like you’re pulling away from him. takes him 15 minutes to grab your hands again, all with an intense urge to hold them close to his chest so you could just feel how hard his heart beats for you.
“so… all this time…?” you trailed off. you’re not really sure what you’re asking him, but somehow he knows. he’s learned to read you so well over the years, so many unspoken words from you where he’s filled in the blanks, like a crossword puzzle. sure, it makes him come off presumptuous, often even feeling like he’s putting words in your mouth before you’ve even opened it. but he’s never been wrong, either.
he knows you like you know your favorite book — you could recite the first few pages with your eyes closed. and you thought you knew him, too… you still do, just not as well as you’d thought after a decade of friendship.
he can practically see this thought process playing out in your head, kind of like a tape reel displayed through a projector. he sees it in your eyes, in the way your expression falls a little bit, brows furrowing with the realization that you’ve never truly known him. and he feels like that desperate 17 year old all over again, watching his best friend turn his back to him and feeling completely helpless to it.
“i- i know it’s a lot to take in, but please don’t feel like-…” he cuts himself off, chewing his lower lip nervously as he searches your expression. “i’m still the same person you’ve known all these years. the parts of me that i did show you are still real… i’m still satoru.” i’m still your satoru, is what he actually wants to say, but he’s not sure if he should. he feels like he’s in murky waters right now, and even with his six eyes he can’t see the bottom.
if it’s one thing he’s learned it’s that trying to use his techniques to understand you is like a child trying to shove a square block toy into a triangle shaped hole. what you experience in your life just can’t be explained with cursed energy, or years worth of knowledge as a jujutsu sorcerer. when he’s with you it’s the closest he’ll ever feel to being human.
you lifted your eyes to meet his own, that dimmed blue color that was shining with a layer of tears he struggled to fight back. the sight made you frown, your thumbs running over his knuckles in a way that made his shoulders relax a little bit. “i know, i just…” you chewed on your lower lip, trying to put your thoughts into words. “you know i can take care of myself, right? why didn’t you just tell me sooner.”
he’d expected that response from you, if he was being honest with himself.
“it’s not that i think you can’t take care of yourself,” he started, his voice soft and wavering with the fragility he felt in his heart. “it’s that you— you just…” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and inhaling sharply. he opened his eyes again after a short moment, his gaze firmly holding yours now.
he looks at your life and he sees something so beautiful. he sees normalcy and appreciation for the mundane aspects of living — like stopping to smell flowers while on a walk, or petrichor in the morning. bees buzzing about and birds chipping at the crack of dawn. all things he never had the time for; a man who was given his life on a silver platter when he was born doesn’t have everything he actually wants.
so he tells you this. he tells you how important you are, how important it is to him that you stay the way you are.
“…i would never forgive myself if i ruined any of that.” he concludes, his hands still tightly grasping yours in an attempt to keep himself grounded.
you took another deep breath, and this time you saw something new in his eyes. it felt familiar, a splash of something he always feels when he’s around you. it made your heart flutter, as if your soul recognized it for what it was before your mind even registered it happening.
you brought your hand up, letting go of one of his to cup his cheek, and the way he leaned into your touch without hesitation made you want to close your eyes and savor the warmth he radiated. with snowy white hair and icy blue eyes on pale skin, it’s almost as if one would expect his body to run a lot colder than it actually did. it was always a pleasant surprise when this assumption was proven wrong.
the truth of the matter was that he held the warmth of the sun in his heart, shining so brightly just for you.
“you said you’re the strongest, yeah?” you murmured after an extended moment of silence, and his eyes fluttered briefly as he nodded his head. “so… why are you worried you’ll ruin it? you could never ruin anything for me.”
he wants to dispute that on pure instinct — he has ruined something before. he’s ruined someone before. and carrying the weight of that guilt in his heart does not ease his nerves right now, because what’s to say it wouldn’t happen again?
but the sincereness in your voice, the simplicity in your answer. the way you look at him as you caress his cheek. he can see you firmly believe this to be true, that he could never ruin anything for you. and for once, he just wants to allow himself to be vulnerable. you know he’s the strongest now, but that doesn’t change anything between you both because he’s never really had to be the strongest when he’s around you.
the thought then crosses his head. it's a unique feeling, one that could only parallel how he felt about suguru, but it's not quite the same either. it's special for you.
“i care so deeply about you… i think i always will.”
the words leave his mouth before he can stop them, but it’s not like he would’ve tried to. he’s already poured so much of his heart to you tonight, what’s a little more from the jar in his hands? the one he so carefully passes on to you for you to hold and keep safe; a glass jar tinted with the colors of his emotions, swirls of pinks and purples and blues like the evening sky outside the window.
and you, naturally, reciprocate. handing him your own glass jar, one that’s much smaller than his but open and willing to be filled with all the extra love he harbors. when his hands find your cheeks, he feels the warmth in them; or maybe it’s the warmth from his own palms. but it doesn’t stop him from pulling you close, shrinking the gap between you two until your lips meet in a slow and tender kiss.
the first he shares with you, and one that hopefully won’t be the last.
you pull away after a moment, and he has to fight the urge to chase your lips with his. when he opens his eyes he sees yours are still closed, and he almost panics until his gaze lands on the prominent blush on your cheeks. it reached the very tips of your ears, and he was convinced he must’ve looked equally as flushed if the way his heart clenched in his chest told him anything.
when you didn’t open your eyes one of his hands slid off your cheek, his index finger gently tracing the shape of your face, all the way up to your forehead. you’d grown out your bangs by now, a process he’d witnessed over the years. how you always fought the urge to cut them when they were just long enough to go over your eyes but too short to tuck behind your ears. it was easier to brush to the side now, so he did that, his finger trailing over the arch of your brow before he carded his fingers into your hair. he brushed it back a little bit, a smile slowly creeping onto his face when your eyes fluttered open with the action.
“satoru?”
“hmm?” he hummed, unable to stop his smile from growing when your hand went up to his, placing your palm on top of his hand and holding it against your cheek.
“you’re not just doing this because you feel like you have to, are you?” you murmured, the question making him stop running his hands through your hair as he stared at you intently, his hand sliding down to your shoulder now. “i don’t— i don’t want this… us… to only be something done out of convenience for you.”
he hesitates in his answer, not because you were right, but because he was worried that you are. you entered his life at such a precarious time, it’s easy to assume he clings to you because of that. a decade and more could never undo the damage left in his soul by suguru geto, but holding you — feeling the warmth of your lips on his. he thinks it might be the closest he’s ever felt to mending his heart.
“no, it’s… it’s not…” he mumbles after a moment, shaking his head slowly. it’s a short response, but there’s a battle waging behind his eyes when he says it. he grips your shoulder a little tighter, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath — he reminds himself that you’re still here. reminds himself that you care about him, as he does you.
and he can’t think of anything that feels more right to him that that.
“it’s not.” he repeats again when he opens his eyes, his tone firmer now. “what i… what i feel for you…” he swallows nervously. exposing your raw feelings is hard, talking about your emotions is hard. but if there’s anything he’s learned it’s that simply communicating with the people he cares about will take him a long way. he still needs some practice cementing that habit. “what i feel for you is real. it has been for a long time. it’s more than i’ve ever felt for anyone before, maybe even more than…” he trails off again, but this time he doesn’t need to finish his statement. you know exactly who he’s talking about now.
you nodded slowly, your eyes carefully searching his as he spoke. you mulled over his words, tossing and turning them in your head before you formulated your response. but then the corners of your lips twitched upwards, the slightest bit, and you couldn’t to stop the quiet giggle that left your lips first. his favorite sound. “okay…” you murmured softly, inhaling deeply before nodding your head a second time. “okay, yeah, i… i believe you… i feel the same way, then.”
his smile grew wider than ever and he stroked your cheek with his thumb, his eyes scanning your face before landing on your lips again, and then, “can i… kiss you again?” it was cute to you how nervous he looked, his lower lip sucked in between his teeth as he chewed on it. when you nodded your head he had the urge to throw himself at you with the sudden surge of joy that erupted in his chest, but he wasn’t trying to seem too eager right now — he didn’t want to overwhelm you, after all.
(you sensed he was eager regardless; you never told him this but when he gets really excited his eyes shine just a little bit brighter than normal, a phenomenon you always found strange but never questioned. and right now, they were pretty much glowing. but now that you know about his… powers, were they? ‘techniques’? you could probably reason it to that; you’ll ask him about it one of these days.)
he leaned in again to meet your lips with his, and the small squeak that left your mouth when his hands cupped your face again made him chuckle heartily against your lips. no, really — he was giggling now, pecking your lips repeatedly until you were giggling, too. he was so incredibly happy in this moment.
there’s still a lot that he has to deal with in an emotional sense. he’s mourning the death of his best friend, someone he hasn’t truly known for 10 years but it doesn’t make the current loss any easier. suguru had been gone for a decade already, but now he was actually gone.
ironically, however, that loss was met with a gain. twice, now. when suguru left he met you, and when suguru died it opened the doors satoru kept locked in his heart and allowed you to settle in there. maybe it is convenience, but you being there for him in both scenarios has to mean something.
in a way, it’s as if the universe was trying to tell him that he was never meant to be alone. when you’re the strongest it’s easy to feel lonely, but at the end of the day satoru isn’t a god. of all the people he’s known in his life, suguru was the first person to introduce this idea into his head — this idea of his existing humanity. but you were the one to really cement it into his very being, tying it off with a bow and tucking it into the cavity of his heart that suguru left behind. a weight that keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground, keeps him from floating away into the heavens. it keeps him down on earth, with you at his side.
there’s a first for everything, he thinks. but now that he has you, he hopes that the pain he experienced because of suguru is the last he’ll ever have to endure. he’ll treasure you for the rest of his life, however long he has left of it.
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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo
summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.
warnings: smutttt, male!receiving, fighting with parents
"I think i'm gonna break up with Max"
Silence.
I know how to shut my parents up fast. Both their eyes drifted up to mine as their forks stilled against their plates. I kept eating, stabbing another piece of chicken on my plate. I glanced up at them as I placed the fork in between my teeth, chewing slowly.
First family dinner, I think ever. It was weird, awkward. I was pissed because I was suppose to meet Chris an hour ago, but my mother insisted on a family dinner that has never happened once.
So as uncomfortable it made me, I wanted to make it worse for them. So I didn't have to do this ever again.
"What?" My father's voice broke looking at me. I glanced over at my mother who was staring daggers at me. I shrugged and looked down at my plate, continuing on my plate.
"Y/n" My mother snapped making me look up at her. I blinked up at her. She clenched her jaw and shook her head. I sighed and looked down. "Why do you say that?" My dad said clearly trying not to let his temper break as he looked down at his plate.
"I just don't....." I bit my lip. "I don't think he's the person I thought he was" I mumbled feeling a pit forming in my stomach. Silence was in the room other than my fork scraping the plate placed in front of me.
My father smacked his lips and sighed. "I think he's a nice boy y/n" He stated. I looked up at him. You barely know him, I wanted to say. I didn't respond and looked down.
I'm not one to stand up to my parents, one of my least favorite things actually. Standing up for myself, something i've never even thought about doing before I met Chris.
Chris changed everything for me.
I was falling in love with him and I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing, but for the first time in my life: I didn't care.
I didn't care what my parents thought.
I didn't care was Sydney thought.
I didn't care what Max thought.
I only care what I thought. How I felt. For the first time in my life, i'm putting myself first. And it felt fucking good.
"Don't go around spewing nonsense Y/n" My mother mumbled shaking her head. I looked up at her, meeting her eyes.
"Let me rephrase" I cleared my throat as I looked at her from across the table. "Since I don't want to confuse you with my nonsense" I said repositioning the napkin across my lap and then looking back up at her.
"I'm breaking up with Max" I stated blankly. She stared back at me. I saw my father's eyes burning into my head. "Did something happen? Why are you acting this way?" My father said looking at me. I broke my mother's gaze and looked at my dad.
"I just don't think he's...." I said softly, looking at my dad. "I'm not sure he's a good person" I whispered softly. My father studied my eyes.
I could see it in his eyes. He was watching his business fall in the hands of me. Obviously he didn't want to openly force me to be with him, much like my mother would or will, but he saw Max as more of a business opportunity, and Max ate that up.
The thing about bad people is that most of them don't want to admit to being a bad person, they might manipulate you into doing what they want, but when it becomes too obvious, they stray away.
All because they want to pretend they are good. Whether that's a being a good person, good at their jobs, good at parenting, it doesn't matter.
They all fall in the same pattern.
It's something that my mother never understood because I believe that my mother wasn't always a bad person, so she doesn't understand how the master manipulation works. My father does.
So he wouldn't tell me I couldn't break up with him.
He would just resent me until I gave in, little did he know that this time, it wasn't going to work.
He cleared his throat. "I would be disapointed if you did. He's from a good family, I just don't see a vaild reason for anything you're saying" He said shaking his head and looking down at his plate. I looked over at my mother and she shook her head mouthing to me "Stop".
I took in a breath and looked down seeing my appetite dwindle.
"I just feel like it would be best for me, for my mental state" I said softly. My mother scoffed. "Clara." My father said looking up at her. Her eyes shifted to him, they had a stare down.
"I just think it's selfish, do you not Scott?" My mother said looking at him. I looked between them. "This decison doesn't just effect you, it effects me, your father, his business, our future Y/n--"
"That's enough" My father stated loudly. She glance to him before looking down at the plate in front of her.
I let out a breath, not meaning to start something like this. I just wanted to say I was gonna do it before I did it because I didn't want them to be completely blindsided.
My father took in a breath looking back over at me. I felt chills crawl up my neck. "It's your decision Y/n" He said glancing over my face. "I just can't say that your mother or I will stand behind it" He said looking down, flexing his jaw.
The silence came back at the sound of forks on a dinner plate filled my ears. I just blinked at my dad, biting my lip. "What does that mean?" I asked blinking at him. He didn't say anything, just continuing looking at his plate.
My heart started to beat as I clenched my fists. I looked between them neither of their eyes looking up at me. I swallowed feeling tears come to my eyes as I looked down at my plate.
"Like what?" I snapped. "Does that mean you'll resent me more than you already do?" I snapped. My mother's eyes came up to me, my father's stayed down. I stared her down as my eyes watered.
"You'll be more disappointed in me than you already are?" I said loudly. "Y/n" My mother titled her head. "No! Why are we doing this stupid family dinner? You wanna act like a family now?" I snapped.
"Y/n" My father's voice said. I looked over at him.
"Because you've resented me since the damn day when the nurse said "Here's your baby girl"”I yelled looking at my mom.
"Enough!" My dad's voice boomed, almost shaking the table. I froze as I looked over at him, his eyes on mine. My hands were shaking pressed against the table.
"You do not raise your voice when speaking to your mother and you do not raise your voice speaking to me." He snapped looking at me. I swallowed feeling my body shake in the chair.
I licked my lips and looked down at the table, feeling a tear drop down my nose. I took in a breath before scooting my chair back, it being the only noise in the loud empty dinning room. I threw my napkin on my plate as my heels clicked as I exited the room, shaking my head, wiping the tears falling off my nose.
-
I jumped down my tree as I walked towards the gate, my hoodie over my head and my tennis shoes tied on my feet as I headed towards the gate, pushing it open.
I turned clicking the gate closed before turning down the driveway. I lifted my head pausing when I saw Sydney staring back at me. We both froze looking at each other.
She stared at me like she's seen a ghost. I just stared at her before shifting on my feet, shoving my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt.
The last person I really wanted to see right now was her.
"Hey" She breathed looking at me. "What are you doing here Sydney?" I asked quietly looking down at my feet. She cleared her throat as she looked down, grabbing her arms pulling them around her.
"I just--" She mumbled shaking her head. I looked up at her. She paused looking at me. Her eyes glanced over my outfit.
I realized in this moment just how different we actually were. Me standing here in one of Chris's sweatshirts that was old and way too big for me, hiding my shorts underneath and a pair of old tennis shoes. Her standing there, her makeup perfect, her hair curled and a skirt and a strategically planned shirt that complemented her figure.
I wondered in this moment if we were ever meant to be friends, or if we were just told to be. Because I used to look at her as a reflection of myself. We always had the same thoughts, same opinions, we looked like thing one and thing two standing next to each other.
But standing here looking at her, we couldn't have looked more different. I felt like I was looking at a complete stranger, or worse, a version of myself that I wanted to burn alive.
She swallowed.
"I was just coming to see if you were home" She said glancing up at my house. I stared back at her. I shurgged. "I'm home" I stated looking at her. She nodded looking back down at her feet.
"Look, I just wanted to come here and talk to you" She said nodding. I stepped towards her and sighed. "I've got an appointment to get to Sydney" I mumbled as I looked up at her. Her mouth parted as she looked at me, her eyes slightly glossy.
"Y/n" She breathed. I blinked at her.
"I didn't know he treated you like that" She said almost inaudible. I swallowed feeling my eyes water as I turned and looked away from her, not wanting to show weakness. I licked my lips and nodded.
"Well, now you do" I breathed looking at her. She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "I've been a horrible friend to you Y/n" She whispered shaking her head as a sob escaped her throat.
I hadn't seen her cry many times before. Once when we were riding out bikes when we were eight, she fell off and scraped her knee. The next time was when we were fifteen and watched The Notebook for the first time.
and now, when were eighteen her looking at me while she cried over how bad of a person she thought she was. I just looked at her.
"I judged you, I was angry with you---I didn't understand why you were doing what you were doing---" She shook her head at herself. I just watched her. "I thought to myself...." She whispered.
"Why would she throw away everything she had for some boy? A boy that didn't have a dime to his name, his family name meaning nothing" She breathed. I blinked at her, swallowing.
She wiped her face and shook her head.
"And I sat in my bed and looked up at my ceiling and then I realized-" She sighed shaking her head. "That I was judging someone based off how much money they had" She said her lip starting to quiver. She took in a breath, rubbing her hand over her face.
"Y/n, I've never felt worse about myself" She whispered looking down at me. I swallowed and looked down at my feet. "Y/n, I don't think I'm a good person" She whispered. I looked up at her as her eyes closed shaking her head.
"Syd" I whispered as my arms came around her neck, pulling her into me. She cried against my shoulder. "I'm so sorry that I didn't realize what you were going through. I'm sorry I'm narrowed minded and I let who we are get in the way of how I think I-I-" She choked. I pulled her in tighter against me as she cried.
"Y/n, I wanna be like you" She pulled away from me. I looked at her. "You're so brave, you're kind" She sighed. I smiled and shook my head.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry" She breathed shaking her head. I sighed as I hugged her again, she just cried against me. I'd never seen her cry to this extent before. "Sydney it's okay" I whispered. She pulled back wiping her face.
"I know you" I whispered. She just looked at me. "You're the girl I played barbie's with, the sleepover's we've had--" I shook my head. She laughed as she wiped her eyes. "Sydney you're my best friend" I whispered. She sighed and looked down.
"I'm not going to hate you over you trying to figure out who you want to be" I whispered. She glanced up at me. "I know how easy it is to get wrapped into this life" I said holding up my arms looking around my large driveway. She swallowed and nodded.
"Sydney you don't have to be the person everybody wants you to be" I said shaking my head. She wiped her nose and nodded. I just looked at her. She turned looking down the driveway.
"Do you wanna.....hang out for a bit?" She mumbled looking at me. I smiled and looked down. "I wasn't lying. I actually do have an appointment, I wasn't just going to see Chris" I breathed. She licked her lips.
"For what?" She asked softly. I smiled looking at her. "A tattoo actually" I smiled. Her lips curved into a smile. "Really?" She breathed. I nodded letting out a laugh. She sighed letting out a breath.
"Can I come?" She asked softly. I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that alot" I whispered. She smiled down at me and nodded, before glancing to her feet.
"Do you...Do you have clothes I can borrow? These heels are killing me" She said shaking her head. I chuckled and nodded. "Of course, come on" I smiled grabbing her arm and pulling her with me, back towards my house.
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"Y/n" Chris smiled looking down at me. I looked up at him smiling softly. "You're late again" He chuckled. I smiled and leaned up kissing his cheek. "For good reason" I smiled leaning back. He blushed slightly and closed his eyes, pulling his door all the way open.
I smiled as I skipped into his house. I turned back at him. "Nate here?" I asked. He shook his head as he closed the door, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"He's at the rec center playing hockey with some people" Chris said walking up to me slowly. I hummed as he hovered above me. He smiled leaning down before capturing his lips agaisnt mine, in a slow kiss. I smiled against him before pulling back.
"Sorry, I'm way to excited to show you what I got" I said moving past him and grabbing his hand pulling him down the hallway towards his room. He chuckled as let me pull him in his room.
He sighed as he closed the door behind us. I smiled up at him, he just shook his head. "Alright what'd you do?" He asked smiling. I turned my head as I looked away.
I grabbing his hand intertwining it with mine, pulling him close to me. "You're the second person ever to see this" I whispered. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me. "The second?" He questioned. I sighed stepping back.
"Well Sydney was there when I got it, so she saw it before I did" I explained. He shook his head. "What are you talking about?" He said shaking his head. I stepped back before reaching for the bottom of the sweatshirt I was wearing before pulling it off my head.
I felt the cold air come over me as I dropped the sweatshirt to the ground. I looked up at Chris who raised his eyebrows, his eyes scaling down my body. "No, I've definitely seen this before" He smiled nodding his eyes glacing over my figure.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I grabbed his arm, pulling him back closer to me. "Don't be a dick" I chuckled. He shook his head smiling. "No, I love it like it's the first time every time" He smiled his hands grabbing my hips pressing me to him, smiling down at me.
I chuckled.
"So..." He whispered his finger trailing up my side. "Do you have something to show me or am I just getting lucky right now?" He chuckled. I smiled before pulling my hair in front of me and pulling from his grip and turning around, dropping one of my bra straps.
I blinked at the wall I was looking at, combing my fingers through my hair as I didn't hear him talk. "It's the stars you know? The one’s I love to watch" I explained. His hands came over my shoudler, as I felt his cold fingers against the sensitive skin.
I swallowed.
"Do you---Do you like it?" I asked from his silence. "You got a tattoo" He breathed. I turned slightly to look at him. "Yeah" I breathed. His lips curved into a smile. "It's beautiful" He shook his head. I smiled looking at him. "You're....." He shook his head looking down at me.
"Beautiful" He said softly. I smiled and leaned up pressing my lips to his. He pulled back, pressing his hands to my face. "Something bigger" He whispered. I smiled and nodded. "Something bigger than myself, than my problems, than my life" I whispered.
I'd gotten tiny stars with 'Something bigger' written between them. I loved it, I was just hoping Chris would love it as much as I did. He smiled staring down at me.
There was something crossing his mind. I could see it. I just couldn't read it. My hands came over his face. "Do you like it?" I whispered.
"I love..." he shook his head. "It" He nodded looking at me. I smiled. "Me too" I whispered before pressing his lips to mine. He smiled against the kiss as his hands came under me, effortlessly wrapping my legs around his torso.
My hands came up to his hair, pulling on the strands as he kissed me. He turned and sat down on his bed, my legs now moving to straddle him as we kissed.
"I'm so obsessed with you" He whispered. I smiled against his lips. I'm so in love with you. My mind raced as I kissed him. I pushed our bodies closer as we kissed, causing my hips to shift against his. He breathed in through the kiss, grabbing my waist stilling my movements.
I moved kissing the side of his face down to his neck. My lips kissing him under his ear. His grip tightened agaisnt me as he breathed in. He leaned his head back. "Fuck" He whispered as I bit down smiling.
I shifted against his hip again. "Y/n" He mumbled. I lifted my head and looked down at him. He stared up at me, his eyes droopy as he looked at me. I pushed my hands through his hair. "Hm?" I whispered kissing the side of his face. He sighed.
"I like pleasuring you" He whispered. I turned to look at him. "Why can't I pleasure you?" I whispered. He blinked down at me. "Scared of being dominated bad boy?" I chuckled against his ear, he took a breath in, leaning his head back. I looked down at him, smiling.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to" He whispered. I shook my head and smiled. "I really want to" I whispered. He just looked at me. I glanced down between us before looking up at him and wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands stayed on my waist before shifting down to my hips.
I pulled him against me before shifting my hips against him slowly. He whined and his head fell against my shoulder. I smiled before doing it again. I felt him grow underneath me. I moved again before I felt him pull my hips matching my movements, pulling me with him.
I sighed into his neck, as he let out a hard breath.
I did it harder, his grip tightened on my hips. "Y/n" He breathed against me. I sighed from the pressure. I did it again and whined. He gripped my hips.
“Stop, you’re—“ He breathed. I pushed his shoulders down against the bed as he looked up at me, his breath heavy. I pushed his shirt up slightly, running my hands over his chest. He let out unsteady breaths as he closed his eyes leaning his head back.
My hands moved down to his jeans before unbuttoning them slowly. He swallowed shifting his hips as I unzipped his jeans slowly. My eyes scaled over his black boxers hugging him tightly.
God he was hot without even trying.
“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with” He breathed from above me. I glanced up at him as his chest rose and fell. I pressed my lips right above his boxers.
“Fuck” he stated as if he was trying to say something else. I smiled and shook my head. “I’m gonna bust before you even touch me” He sighed. I chuckled and shook my head as I pulled his jeans down.
He lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down. My eyes scalled the outline of him shown through his black boxers. My hand went over him before my mind could catch up, running my hand down his length.
He pushed his hips up against my hand for more pressure. “Sorry” He mumbled quickly. I smiled as my thumb brushed over his tip through his boxers, a wet spot already present.
I felt him twitch under my touch. His eyes screwed shut above me. My hand moved to the band of his fingers running my fingers down it slightly, very slowly.
“Please don’t tease me, I won’t last” He whispered. I smiled and shook my head. “But I like you like this” I whispered. He whined and moved slightly.
“Please” He whispered. I smiled as I peered up at him with a smirk, placing my hand over his length again, pushing down.
“Fuck, this is so embarrassing” He hissed, placing one of his hands against his face. I sighed smiling before hooking my fingers under his waistband and pulling them down his thighs.
I froze.
Jesus.
His eyes were trained on the ceiling as his breath rose and fell. I swallowed before scooting on his lap and hovering over him looking down at his face. His eyes shifted to mine.
“Hey” I smiled, my hand resting at his lower stomach. “Yeah?” He breathed looking at me. I smiled as my hand trailed down his body. He took in a breath as he looked up again.
“Why didn’t you tell me your dick was huge?”
His eyes snapped down to me. “It’s not—it’s not something I just go around parading” He breathed looking at me. I pursed my lips as my hand wrapped around him. He took in a breath.
“It should be” I smiled as I pumped up and then traced my thumb over his tip. He bucked up into my hands. “Y/n” He whined under me. I smiled. “Uh huh?” I whispered as I peppered kisses on his jaw.
I pushed him back down slowly and he moaned. I smiled. My new favorite noise. I did it again pumping him up and down. His breath was audible as he constricted himself from pushing up against me meeting my movements.
“Go-go faster” He mumbled squeezing his eyes shut. I smiled ignoring him as I kept my pace. “You’re so pretty Chris” I whispered looking down at him, obviously in distress.
He whined and pushed up against my hand. “I’m begging please, go faster” He whispered his eyes shut. I smiled and narrowed my eyes. “What you don’t like this pace?” I whispered as I moved over him.
He whined and turned his head. “Please” He said softly. I sighed before I moved over him faster, his eyes shot open and he looked at me as I moved against him.
“Fuck, Y/n—not that f-fast” He jolted forward. “Thought you wanted it faster?” I tilted my head. His mouth parted as he stared at me trying to control himself.
“You don’t like it?” I pressed my lips against his ear. “Wanna—last—fuck” He grunted against my movements. I continued my movements every now and then circling my thumb around his tip.
“Y/n”
“Y/n fuck—“
His body was a mess under me as sweat beaded at his forehead and his stomach clenched. He tilted his head up his mouth opening before moaning. I just watched him.
Holy shit.
“F-Fuck”
I felt his dick twitch in my hand before his body stilled and he moaned. I smiled as I watched him come undone. I didn’t want it to be over.
My hand motions didn’t stop. “Shit y/n—stop—stop” He breathed leaning up, his hand came over mine. I stopped as he attempted to catch his breath.
He laid back against the bed again once my hand was away from him. I looked down at my hand before looking up at him.
“Were you trying to kill me?” He said through his breaths. I smiled and shook my head pressing my lips against his cheek. “I just didn’t want it to be over” I mumbled as I laid against him.
He chuckled under me. “My one minute and thirty seconds not enough?” He chuckled under me. I smiled and buried my face into his neck as pulled his boxers back up.
“That was actually really embarrassing I don’t know why I finished that fast” He sighed. I smiled up at him and pressed my lips to side of his face. “I thought it was hot” I smiled. He sighed.
“I have to wash my hands” I mumbled. He chuckled and released his arms from me. “Okay” He smiled up at me. I pushed off of him before walking over into his bathroom and running my hand over the water.
I walked back into his room, seeing him standing over his drawers pulling a shirt inside out as he stood there in his boxers.
I stared at him my eyes trailing his body. He glanced over at me and smirked. “You alright?” He smiled. I crossed my arms over my chest, tearing my eyes away from his boxers that were tight around his ass.
“Yeah” I nodded looking in his eyes. He shook his head pulling the shirt over his head before pulling on some sweatpants. I bent down and grabbed my shirt pulling it back over my head.
He walked over to me and pulled me against his chest, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“I love your tattoo y/n” He mumbled. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you” I whispered. He sighed before pulling me back and grabbing my arm, walking over to his bed then laying down and pulling me on top of him.
I leaned my head against his shoulder as his arms lazily wrapped around my waist.
“Where does Max think you are when you’re over here?”
I blinked at his chest. “He hasn’t spoken to me since the party” I whispered. Chris was silent above me as we laid there for a second. I closed my eyes because I knew what was coming.
“You know..” he whispered.
“I know Chris” I mumbled. He sighed and stayed silent. The two weeks was up tomorrow. He shifted under me.
“I just really fucking like you y/n” He whispered. I closed my eyes and sighed. “I like you so much more” I whispered back. He swallowed.
“Don’t leave me in the dark please, I don’t wanna feel like an idiot. Tell me you’re gonna do it soon” He whispered. I looked up at him as he stared down at me with hurt in his eyes.
“I promised you Chris, I don’t break my promises” I whispered. He nodded and sighed as he pulled me against him.
I really fucking love you, my heart screamed.
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tonkatsubowl · 7 months
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love sick.
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✱ warning — the reader is the yandere.
how would the xianzhou boys react to you as a yandere?
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blade is definitely into this side of you. however, there are times where he had to calm you down. it was surprising that someone like blade even knew limits...especially when it came to necessary manslaughter.
"y/n." you ignored blade's voice, the warmth of a deceased woman's blood splattering upon your visage as you took another one's life.
this "innocent" woman in particular got a little too bold and tried to flirt with blade, trying seducing him to a form of prostitution sale. of course, he was immensely loyal to you... but he wasn't surprised for the woman's death, as he saw this coming. was he upset at you? definitely not, for he would do the same thing if a man touched or spoke to you in a disgusting way.
"y/n." he called again. "she's dead."
his hand reached towards your shoulder, stopping you in place. you breathed the fresh scent of iron, your distraught and psychotic eyes casting towards blade, and immediately your gaze had softened. decorated with blood, an innocent smile creeps towards your lips as you turn to embrace your lover.
"i just wanted to make sure she learned her lesson too." you reply, snuggling your face into blade's chest, smearing the woman's blood from your face all over his clothing.
"i'm sure she did. but now we have to bury the body."
"she doesn't deserve a burial," you nearly snap, "i'll just burn her body to crisp."
blade's gaze softens, pressing his thumb against your lips, "shh. take it easy, y/n. i'll handle it."
your eyes sparkle, but you nodded. you knew kafka didn't like seeing you in this mess, but you enjoyed it whenever you came back to the stellaron hunters and kafka had a handkerchief in hand. though, she did scold you a few times... and now blade doesn't want you to have that sort of attention from kafka.
dan heng would definitely try to find ways to not trigger this side of you. he knew you have a good heart and you would do anything to help and save the astral express team, but whenever it came to other women flirting with him and trying to seduce him... that was when you snapped.
you definitely couldn't control this side of you, and himeko and welt would continue to deeply monitor your well being whenever these sorts of things happened. there were multiple incidents where you've taken a few lives because they simply looked at dan heng's direction... but you've improved a bit? you were at least killing women and random people who decided to flirt with your lover, rather than anyone who sneezed in his direction at least.
"y/n, please..." the sounds of you ripping a woman's head apart from her body echoed through the halls, covering your body with her beautiful blood. you breathed, smiling through it all. unable to think.
but dan heng couldn't stop you. he was too late.
"y/n!"
it was an innocent saleswoman who used flirtation to gain sales, and it was nothing more... nothing less. it was purely business related. but your jealousy got the best of you.
his voice finally snap you back to reality, your hand raised to stab her one more time came to a stop. you drop your weapon, looking to dan heng. your eyes softened, no longer were they... so psychotic. so evil.
"ah. there you are! i was looking for you," you innocently beamed, waddling up to him as if nothing had occurred.
right, this was an issue, too. you killed, and you don't remember what happened. or rather you just acted like nothing happened.
"are you okay? i really missed you," you innocently said to dan heng as you embraced him, his arms reluctantly returning the hug.
if he didn't return the affection, you would become worse.
"i was moreso worried about you, but i missed you too," dan heng said in a soft tone, "let's clean you up."
he'll have to report another incident to welt and himeko.
jing yuan has monitored your well being for a while, and has used different methods of therapeutic sessions to help you maintain this side of you... or get rid of it. he knew you had a killer instinct that's hidden inside of you that you cannot control, whatsoever. and it was... terrifying. not even yanqing or fu xuan really trusted you, even doubting their general because of you.
"get rid of them. they're going to cause you trouble." fu xuan would say to jing yuan. and boy, if you heard that? a life would be taken away. and it wouldn't be yours. you were significantly stronger than fu xuan, which was why she tends to stay away from you.
yanqing didn't want to make a comment. he knew you were always listening at one point. there was an incident where you nearly killed fu xuan because of her comments, but after some restraint, magic and a bit of therapeutic sessions, you had... improved. a bit. just a bit.
"i believe in them." jing yuan would say. "i never want to give up on them."
and even if you were currently killing some random woman right now for talking about wishing to be wed to general jing yuan, he would still love you. he would try to change you.
"that's enough, y/n."
he came to retrieve you after knowing you were headed out to kill this woman. your hands stopped as he reached out, grabbing your wrists, pulling you closer to his chest. "that's enough."
you breathed, leaning into his touch, innocently smiling faintly. you were finally "awake", no longer focused on a mere corpse. "oh, jing yuan," you cooed, "sorry, i got distracted. i was heading out to grab you a drink, and—"
"it's alright," jing yuan murmured, eyeing on the corpse. goodness, you were getting collectively worse with these murders. never had he seen these types of deaths before, even in his years on the battlefield. "let's get you back home. i'll have the cloud knights clean this up for you."
it was time for some therapeutic sessions again.
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ssivinee · 3 months
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✧Magnetic✧
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Bada Lee x F Reader: You, the popular and cheerful cheer team captain, and Bada, the blunt and somewhat rebellious dance team captain, never crossed paths, but she may have had a crush on you. But someone was standing in Bada's way.
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Note: Sorry for being gone for a while guys, finals were hitting hard AND THEN I got sick😭. BUT IM BACK AGAIN, AND THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 700 FOLLOWERS🥹.
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College life was the epitome of deteriorating mental health, but for some people, it was somewhat enjoyable. It was the years of exploring early adulthood, something that helped people look forward to the long years.
You were one of them.
You stood there with your friends at the side of the hallway, pretty in your cheer uniform with the school colors. Your long dark hair was tied up into a high ponytail, revealing your beauty to the student body. The way you stood there, hand on the curve of your hip, your stance looked powerful and cute at the same time as a laugh escaped your lush lips.
“Bada, you need to stop staring at the girl. You’re gonna burn holes into her,” Tatter tells the older girl, and Bada rolls her eyes. “I can’t help it, she’s just so-“ Bada couldn’t even let out a sentence as her eyes drifted back onto you, letting out a groan. “-so beautiful.”
“Literally, just go talk to her,” Lusher suggests, and Bada scoffs. “I can’t be so random. We live in two different worlds.”
Which was true. You were the captain of your school's cheer team, had good grades, and a well-known sweetheart. Bada, on the other hand, was captain of the dance team, had mediocre grades at best, and seemed to have a slight attitude problem with strangers.
Yet here she was, head over heels for you, only gazing from afar. She didn’t understand what it was about you, though. There was no interaction. The two of you were polar opposites. So what truly was it?
It all started in her first year when Bada was in Biology class, grueling over the topics on the first day. You walked in late, sporting a tight-cropped hoodie and some sweatpants. You spoke to the professor in private, trying to give a proper explanation for your tardiness.
Meanwhile, in Bada’s eyes, you looked adorable with your messy bun and glasses. A picture she couldn’t get out of her head for years. Then she saw you in your uniform for the first time after two weeks. If only you saw how Bada almost kneeled for you in front of her friends. No decorum to be found in sight.
She would’ve gone up to you… only if she didn’t see a man’s arm wrapped around your waist.
Unfortunately, you were dating Choi Hanseoul, the school's most popular jock. You guys were the embodiment of a power couple. Your boyfriend was the captain of the football team, rich, and his face made everyone fall for him. Not Bada, though.
She never knew what you saw in the boy. Feeling as if a hefty amount of fog clouded his true self. It had girls in a trance that Bada couldn’t understand.
She would have cared less, but he has you.
Hanseoul was the biggest obstacle in Bada’s way. It made seeing him an all-out war in her mind. Every. Single. Time. 
All she wanted to do was punch the dude hard and run off with you. But she knew how much you cared for him. It was evident in your eyes, and every time Bada saw it, she felt as if she had been stabbed multiple times.
Why couldn’t you just be hers?
That’s been her dilemma for the past three years, and now you two are seniors, yet she still did nothing about her feelings. It was just that difficult for her.
“Is there a game later today?” Minah asks, a bit confused at your choice of attire. “Yeah, later today at six,” Lusher says, checking her phone to make sure she’s correct. “Are we going to that?” 
“Of course, we are since Bada unnie is quite literally in love with the girl that cheers for our school,” Tatter responds, cutting off Kyma as she teases the older girl. “Oh please, I’m sure you wanna see Audrey as well,” Tatter shrugs at Bada’s comment, “at least I admit that.”
“Oh, whatever.”
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Bada usually didn't care much for the games; her focus was solely on you. When halftime rolled around and the cheer squad made their way to the field, Bada's attention intensified. You stood at the center of the group, ready to perform. As the music started, you danced, pom poms in hand, your face beaming joyfully. These moments were always different for Bada, who usually paid little attention to the sports events. She couldn't help but be captivated by how you moved, your energy infectious, and your happiness evident.
With each jump, twirl, and wave of your pom poms, Bada drew herself further into your presence, making her feel warm inside. The cheers from the crowd faded into the background, and it was as if there were only you and the music, creating a vigorous atmosphere. Even though the routine seemed straightforward, you managed to pack it with a surprising amount of emotion. Your genuine smile never wavered, and it seemed to Bada as if you were dancing for the crowd and the sheer love of the moment.
As the choreography reached its peak, the applause from the audience echoed around the stadium as everyone stood up, guaranteeing the success of the halftime show. Bada, however, remained in her seat, still caught in a trance. The world outside the bleachers ceased to exist for her, leaving only the lingering echoes of the dance and the desire to understand the joy that seemed to feel at that moment.
Bada kept her eyes on you while your attention faded from the crowd as you ran up to Hanseoul. He lifted you by your hips, twirly you around in his arms, and Bada heard the squeals of joy from your lips. You giggled at the warm feeling of Hanseoul’s face on your stomach, balancing yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders.
Every other student ‘awed’ when seeing the two of you…
and Bada just wanted to puke. 
Why did it feel like the world wanted her to suffer?  
Yet she wasn’t aware of what was happening behind closed doors.
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“Are you fucking serious right now?” Hanseoul asks you, arms resting on his knees, anger seething face. “I can’t help it when people talk to me, Hanseoul. Besides, it was for our damn History project,” you explain with frustration, gripping your hair. You were annoyed, constantly having to explain yourself. 
“Seungjae shouldn’t be talking to you, period, Y/n. He could just text you,” Hanseoul says, poking at your chest lightly several times. 
This was how it always was. The constant arguing and the absurd amount of jealousy were unbearable. It was like being locked in a cage, an animal wanting to taste the sensation of freedom. 
Almost every night, you cried and hated yourself for it. 
You put up this everlasting strong front to be “miss perfect” because it was all you knew. It was exhausting, needing to hide the fact that you were only human like everyone else. So why were you staying with Hanseoul?
Well, you did love him at the start. He was a sweetheart, someone who was willing to put you before themselves. Then, something shifted in the air when you both hit your third year of university. The two of you got busier, becoming vice-captains of your team, having multiple advanced placement classes, and being in different friend groups, which caused a stir within the relationship. 
You were noticeably blossoming into even more of a woman, triggering something in Hanseoul’s mind. The man suddenly became possessive, which you thought was cute at first… until it wasn’t. He inserted himself in areas of your life that were supposed to be for your enjoyment only, seemingly becoming rather obsessed with you.
The reason for staying with Hanseoul was to stay afloat within the school. The thought of being a nobody terrifies you, not because of the popularity, but because of being alone. Hanseoul at least kept a certain comfort around, even if it was suffocating.
“I’m tired of talking about this, Han. I need to head to class,” You tell him, picking up your bag as you leave the private study room, clearly over the entire argument. You freshen up in the bathroom, fixing your disheveled hair and reapplying the pink gloss that faded from all the words being yelled at in the past hour. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you smiled, trying to find something to grasp onto. You didn’t care if it was hope, happiness, or even the thought of your exhausting assignments. You just wanted your mind off of him.
But you fail, the smile fading quickly as a heavy sigh leaves your freshly glossed lips. A wet feeling muddled your eyes as you hung your head low, leaning on the bathroom sink. Seeing the droplets of tears coming down, you take a deep breath and wipe them away. “You’re better than this Y/n. No one can tell you otherwise,” you give yourself a pep talk, dabbing your face with the use of your sleeve, sniffling every bit of sadness that escaped.
You walked out of the bathroom, looking like your usual happy self, as people greeted you warmly. Rushing your pace, you enter the lecture hall to find the room filled, a single empty spot next to an individual with a black hoodie covering their head.
“Miss Kim, you’re late,” your professor states, making eye contact with you. You were about to say a random excuse, but your professor had a glimpse of your slightly red eyes. “You may go take your seat, and you didn’t miss much.”
You bow with a tight-lipped smile and make your way over to the only open seat. As you settle down and pull out your laptop to begin typing away, Bada raises her head from all the shuffling. The tall dancer was about to tell you to shut up so she could nap but froze when she saw you.
Feeling the piercing gaze on you, you turned to your right to see Bada’s pretty face, eyes wide, and mouth slacked open. “I’m sorry. Was I too loud?” Bada could only shake her head, not trusting any sound that could possibly come out of her mouth right now. 
You look at the blackboard, then look back at her, “I can take the notes and give them to you after class. If you’d like, at least?” Bada then shyly nods her head as you smile.
You paid attention as usual, and Bada thought she couldn’t do her usual ‘admire from afar,’ afraid of being caught. Yet you were so focused on the notes that you didn’t even seem to notice the slight peaks Bada would take.
She looked at your lips, the ones she wanted to kiss so much. Your nose, the cute shape of it, makes her heart swell. Then, your eyes, the feature that she loved about you dearly. 
But she pauses. Your eyes looked agitated, an ounce of redness prevalent. They weren’t the sparkling ones she adored. You were crying.
It had Bada’s heartbreaking in pieces, and she knew it would be weird to ask, but she couldn’t help it. “You okay?” You stiffened at Bada’s mumbling tone, not expecting the sudden question. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” 
“You’re eyes… they’re red.” You pause, not knowing how to respond. “Um, I’m okay. Thanks for worrying, Bada.” The tall girl smiles at your words as you give her your famous smile. Then Bada was hit with a realization…
You knew her name.
Bada keeps her head down as her face heats up. Of course, you knew her name. You somehow knew everyone on this campus, so it shouldn’t be so shocking. But it was to Bada, the same girl who believed she shouldn’t have even existed in the same stratosphere as you.
After classes, Bada had left the room and found you leaning against the wall, phone in hand. When you meet each other’s gaze, you pull up an empty contact profile, “Let’s switch numbers so I can send the notes?” “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”
You give her your phone, and she types away. You were almost starstruck for the quick glimpse at the tall dancer. For the first time in your life, you were close to the famous woman on the campus. 
You knew your height difference, but her practically towering over you, even from a foot away, had your heart racing. Her eyes were sleek as she focused on the screen, her pink bottom lip being bit due to concentration. She is gorgeous, you thought, as your heart fluttered for the first time in a year. 
You freeze at the feeling, not knowing how to react, as Bada returns the phone. “I’ll send them to you later.” The tall girl just nods.
For the next two weeks, you and Bada messaged back and forth. It was mainly for your notes with pretty handwriting, but there were little conversations here and there.
Every time you send your notes, you leave little messages. 
‘Hey Bada! These are the notes from today. Hopefully you have a good night😊.’
‘I heard you had a dance competition today and won first place! Congrats on the win, captain!!! Here are the notes from today's lesson. Have a good night!’
‘BADAAAA! I saw the video of ur performance! YOUR SO COOL! There aren't many notes today, but I’ve been watching the video on repeat… i just wanted to let yk, good night!’ 
Bada found them endearing, and she felt like you were trying to become her friend, so why not reciprocate the energy? The next day, Bada decided to come up to you while you sat down with Hanseoul in the cafeteria. His arm was placed around your shoulders, and you looked uncomfortable, trying to hide the fact.
“Y/n?” You look up and see Bada’s cold gaze contradicting with a small smile. Seeing the woman made you feel more relaxed in your current position. You weren’t extremely close with each other within the two weeks, but both of you gave each other the calming feeling you needed. 
“Oh, Bada, what’s up?” 
“I was hoping you could help me with the assignment Mr. Kwon gave us on Monday?” The tall dancer asked with a glimmer of hope but noticed the cold stare Hanseoul was giving you, which you clearly chose to ignore. “Oh, of course. Text me when your classes are over?” “Yeah, I can do that.”
You smile and notice the glares on your right, and you internally scoff, “Bada, Hanseoul, and I still have class, but I’ll see you later, okay?” Bada nodded and watched the two of you walk off, not before Hanseoul looked back over his shoulder with a glare.
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“Gosh, I’m sorry I took so long, Bada. Were you waiting for a while?” You asked, panting as you rushed to the cafe where Bada sat, notes and laptop out on the table. “No, no, I wasn’t. I only got here about five minutes ago. I mean, are you okay though?” Bada notices your red face, and one could assume it is because you rushed to get here, but Bada knows that no matter how tired you are, you still look pristine.  
You and Hanseoul were arguing AGAIN. This time, it is about you hanging out with Bada. This time, you walked out, not even saying a peep about the situation. You believed Bada was harmless, and I mean, how bad could she be when all she wanted was help on an assignment?
“I’m fine, just a little rushed because of the wind.”
“Let’s get this started then?” You ask, and she nods excitedly, her eyes puppy-like as she looks at you. You giggle as you take out your belongings on the table. 
As you began to teach the assignment, Bada's eyes remained fixed on you. She watched your every movement, hanging on to your words with an eagerness that wasn't lost on you. It was a side of Bada you hadn't seen before – a softness and admiration that contrasted with her usual bold demeanor.
After a while, you couldn't help but notice Bada stealing glances at you, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush. It made you feel a warmth inside, a pleasant surprise to witness this more vulnerable side of her. You continued explaining the assignment, but a small smile played on your lips as you couldn't ignore the adorable sight of Bada trying to conceal her admiration.
As the tutoring session progressed, Bada became more at ease with the assignment and in your presence. Her initial shyness seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound comfort. It was as if a bridge had been built between you two, connecting your worlds in a way that transcended the academic subject.
Feeling the positive energy, you suggested, "You're catching on quickly. How bout we take a break and grab something to eat? There's this new tteok shop nearby."
Bada's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly, her usual confidence returning as she agreed to the break. As you both stepped out of the cafe and into the crisp air, Bada hesitated momentarily as if contemplating something. Then, with a shy smile, she looked up at you.
"Hey, the dance team’s holding a party for the end of the semester. It's gonna be fun, some drinks and games. Would you, uh, wanna come?" Bada's usual straightforwardness wavered, revealing a side of her that caught you off guard. The contrast from her usual boldness made the invitation even more endearing.
You couldn't help but smile at her, charmed by the unexpected sweetness in her invitation. "Sure, I'd love to go to your party. Just send me the details?"
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“You’re not going to that fucking party, Y/n,” you heard Hanseoul’s voice from the phone as you did your hair. You had already changed into a short pink velvet bodycon dress, and your face had a pretty natural makeup look on.
Hanseoul's eyes widened in disbelief as your words hung heavy in the air. The room felt tense, the weight of the impending decision settling in. Your frustration with the argument about the party had peaked, and your voice's weariness underscored the toll the disagreement had taken on you.
Ignoring the brewing storm of emotions, you continued to adjust your hair, focusing solely on your reflection. The gravity of your words seemed to take a moment to register with Hanseoul, who, up until then, had been more concerned about controlling the situation.
"Is that how it's gonna be?" he finally responded, the question tinged with a mix of surprise and frustration.
You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze through your phone's screen. "Hanseoul... let's break up."
The words hung heavy in the silence that settled over the conversation. Hanseoul's face displayed a mix of shock and disbelief as if he hadn't anticipated the conversation taking such a drastic turn. The realization of the gravity of your decision seemed to dawn on him slowly.
"All because of a damn party?" he retorted, his tone a blend of incredulity and frustration. The question hung in the air, demanding an explanation for what seemed like an abrupt and drastic choice.
You sighed, weariness evident in your eyes. "It's not just about the party, Hanseoul. It's about us, the constant arguments, and not being on the same page. Reevaluate our entire relationship, THEN come back to me when you figure out what's wrong."
The weight of the words loitered, the truth behind them almost finalizing the reality of the situation. Your phone screen displayed Hanseoul's stunned expression, frozen in time as your words sank in. The decision to end a relationship was easy, and in that moment, it felt like a necessary step towards finding the peace and freedom you sought.
As the Uber left you at the entrance of the large Airbnb, the pulsating bass of music echoed through the walls, announcing the lively gathering inside. Stepping through the door, you were immediately immersed in a sea of lively young adults, almost all grinding and throwing it back on each other. Intoxicated laughter and the scent of various drinks filled the air, chaoticness evident with the blink of an eye.
Your gaze swept through the crowd, ultimately landing at the back of the room where your eyes locked with Bada's. A warm and genuine grin lit up her face as she navigated through the lively crowd to greet you.
"I'm so glad you could make it," Bada exclaimed, enveloping you in a hug that allowed the sweet scent of your perfume to waft into her senses, prompting a contented sigh. "Let's get you a drink?" Her offer was met with your enthusiastic nod, your bright smile reflecting the excitement that animated Bada's expression.
As the night unfolded, you found relief in the company of those around you, downing the five shots as you sought a sense of comfort. Bada remained silent by your side, her attentive presence never leaving in the midst of the lively crowd.
Observing your somewhat jittery demeanor, Bada leaned in, her voice cutting through the loud music. "Hey, wanna get some fresh air?"
Your response was hesitant but agreeable, and you found yourselves venturing to the backyard together. Settling into the outdoor arrangement, the subtle ambiance of the solar lights provided a short break from the energy inside. Bada, with a discreet cough, broke the silence.
"So, what's going on, Y/n?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Something's on your mind."
Caught off guard by her perceptiveness, your eyes widened, followed by a heavy sigh. It seemed you weren't as secretive as you thought. "Um, Hanseoul and I—"
"We broke up…"
The words hung in the air, and Bada, despite wanting to be empathetic with you, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at the news. It wasn't that she took pleasure in your pain, but the idea of being there for you in a time of vulnerability sparked a glimmer of hope in her eyes. As you opened up about the recent breakup, Bada couldn't deny the swirling emotions within her, realizing that this unexpected turn of events might have worked in her favor.
In the hushed serenity of the backyard, Bada's eyes softened as she looked at you. Her gaze showed genuine warmth as she spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that, Y/n. I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with."
Your gratitude was evident as you met her eyes, appreciating the sincerity of her offer. But you couldn’t be happier where you were right now. A party, something you haven’t experienced by yourself in years, made you… happy. The past few weeks, Bada proved to be something as relaxing as a home, a source of comfort and understanding as you navigate the rough patches of your now-old relationship.
"I was thinking... Maybe we can go to the amusement park next week? Just the two of us?" The uncharacteristic shyness in her voice only added to the charm of the moment.
Surprised but genuinely touched, you couldn't help but smile. "I'd love that, Bada."
The air was filled with silence, and as your eyes met Bada's, a warmth exuded from the connection between you two. The party continued around you, but everything seemed to fade into the background at that moment.
As the night unfolded and the stars took their place in the sky, Bada hesitated momentarily. The music played softly, creating a backdrop for what felt like a turning point. In a soft voice, almost drowned by the rhythmic beats, Bada confessed, "Y/n, I... I really like you."
The words hung in the air, and the vulnerability in Bada's admission mirrored the uncharted territory you both found yourselves in. The realization that this wasn't just a friendship but something more settled in and your heart echoed the sentiment.
A tender smile played on your lips, and with a sincerity that matched the atmosphere of the evening, you replied, "Bada… I think I like you too." 
Your words left the two of you smiling, and Bada couldn’t bear facing you as she felt her cheeks growing red fast. Your fingers steadily make their way to her hands that lay flat on the bench, and without her noticing, you take her warm hands into yours. The feeling had Bada look up in shock, and you giggle at the reaction. Bada’s flustered state always seemingly amused you. Just never used to the out-of-character responses.
“I can get used to this,” you say, smiling as you stare into the starry skies. “Yeah,” Bada responds, staring at your pretty face, “I definitely can too.”
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gavisfanta · 1 month
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ACTIONS - GAVI
summary: gavi has an outburst
warnings: swearing and fighting
You shivered as you walked along the street, the oh so familiar street you walked along multiple of times.
Not because you really wanted to but because you had to.
A cold breeze hit you as a car drove past you and stopped just a meter in front of you on the road.
Fuck, it was Gavi's car. As you reached his car you noticed that the window was rolled down. "Get into the fucking car." Gavi yelled and you sighed while fighting back tears.
"I said get into the fucking car!" Gavi yelled even louder, you almost burst out crying as you got into the car, sitting into the warm seat you put your hands between your knees and kept your head low. You however gazed up at the center console to see that your seat was heated.
"What the fuck were you thinking?! Arent you ashamed of yourself?!" Gavi yelled as he drove back to his house.
You couldn't help but cry, tears burning on your cheecks as they rolled down and finally fell down into your lap.
"Oh now youre crying, gosh Y/n you're such a slut. Making a mess out of everything but then playing the victim, it's always the same with you, I'm tired of your bullshit!" Gavi yelled, his words hurt you, every single one felt like you've been stabbed into the stomach.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, he parked down the car in the driveway of his house. He then grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him.
"Listen here, if you say you're sorry one more fucking time I swear to god I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." Gavi said angrily as he held your jaw so tightly in his grip that you thought its gonna break.
"I love you." You whispered as tears ran down your cheeks. He scoffed while opening the door and going inside your house.
You cried as you got out and followed him into the house. "You're so stupid, my god how can anyone even love you Y/n? All you do is fuck around. You're a fucking whore." Gavi kept yelling at you while you took off your heels.
"I love you." You whispered again and looked up at him. He scoffed again and grabbed your upper arm, his touch felt like a knife right into your heart.
He walked over to the bathroom, dragging you with him as you cried out.
He pushed you into the bathroom forcefully. "Get in the fucking shower." Gavi yelled at you, you stepped into the shower and shivered as he looked at you, his breathing was heavy and uneven.
He then grabbed the showerhead and turned on the water, he turned the water from the very hot side into the cold one but still a bit warm, he held it right into your face, the cold water spraying right into your face, mixing with your tears.
"Does this feel nice? This is how you make me feel everyday!" Gavi yelled again and you couldn't even keep your eyes open.
Everytime you tried to open them you came face to face with Gavi, you didn't wanna see him.
"I love you" You said again and lowered your head. Gavi finally turned off the water and he pulled you out of the bathtub with force. You almost slipped on the wet marmor floors. He held you steady as he then walked out of the bathroom again and slammed the door shut.
You looked down onto the floor of the dark bathroom as you felt water running down your whole body. You listened carefully as Gavi walked over to the front door and left the house, you immediately sat down on the cold marble floor and started to sob.
After about 10 minutes you regained the strength to stand up and walk into your shared bedroom with Gavi.
As soon as you walked into the room you saw a hoodie and joggers spread out on your side of the bed. It had to be Gavi who put those out for you, then you got changed and walked down to the kitchen again.
Your cheek was covered by dried up tears and your eyes still red while you sat down on the couch.
It wasn't the first time you and Gavi fought, but this was the most brutal fight of them all. You've never experienced Gavi this mad and at first you didn't even want to belive that this was real.
Gavi was the sweetest thing to exist on this planet, atleast to you so you didn't really understand while he was so angry now.
After about an hour of waiting for him to come back home you eventually gave up and walked up into the bedroom.
Still wearing his hoodie you slipped under the covers and pulled the blanket up to your neck. Just about 2 hours later after you drifted off to sleep, Gavi quietly made his way up the stairs. He took off his shirt and his jeans and slipped into shorts. He looked at you on the bed, sleeping pescefully. The truth was, Gavi felt horrible.
Ever since he got injured he stacked up the emotions inside of himself, he knew that he had to let them out but he hoped that it wouldn't happen with you.
He also knew that this wasn't an excuse for being so horrible but he will make up for it.
He crawled into the bed and you were turned around, facing his side of the bed. Gavi put his forehead against yours and closed his eyes while exhaling deeply.
"I'm so sorry, I love you." He kissed your forehead and then laid down next to you in the bed. He turned to other way to face the wall as he couldn't stand seeing the tears in the corner of your eyes.
After you were a hundred percent sure that he had fallen asleep you cuddled closer to him and hugged him. You knew he needed comfort and someone to calm him down.
He didn't let you give it to him yet, because before he could trust you he needed to trust himself.
The injury had a bad impact on him at first, he learned how to live with it now, some of those outbursts still happened.
Gavi was just so thankful that you had the patience with him and showed him that you really loved him. After he was back to playing he asked you about it one day.
"I still feel bad for the way I yelled at you while I was injured." He turned his head to face you, but you just shook it off. "No seriously, if I was you, I would have left, why didn't you, I mean I was horrible to you."
"Because there were still signs that you loved me. I know that it affected you a lot, words mean a lot but actions mean way more."
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thewulf · 1 month
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Time is of the Essence || Legolas
Summary: Request - Heyy I was wondering if I could request a Legolas imagine where gimli tells the reader that Legolas likes them, maybe before a battle. Then throughout the battle they are distracted or thinking about what gimli said. Then after the battle the reader goes to tell Legolas that they feel the same or something like that :)
A/N: This one got away from me lmao but I had so much fun writing it. THANK YOU for all the requests. Wouldn't be here without each and every one of you!
Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader
Word Count: 6.3k +
TW: General LOTR triggers, blood, talk of death, shooting, stabbing etc
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“Who is that?” Asking quickly your eyes snapped up to the dark-haired twin standing tall next to you. His eyes turned to see the prince from Mirkwood ascending the steps to meet his father, Lord Elrond.
Elladan smirked at your curiosity. For in all the years he had known you, you had never so much given another ellon the time of day. Your interests always seemed to lie elsewhere, until now it seemed, “That is Legolas Thranduilion. Prince of Mirkwood.” He spoke lowly so only you could hear.
Elladan watched as your eyes seemed to be captured by him. You watched as he walked up the marble staircase leading to Elrond before turning back to him, “Prince?” You attempted to bite back the discontent at that one word for you would never have a chance with someone of such stature.
He nodded slowly, “As I remember. It has been a few hundred years since we have had an actual conversation. King Thranduil has Legolas all over middle earth bidding for Mirkwood.”
“Very well.” Turning your attention back to the woodland elf your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets seeing that he was staring right at you. A soft smile graced his lips as he caught your eye. He had far more courage than you as you turned back to Elladan swiftly with an evident burning on your cheeks.
He snickered softly knowing that every single one of them could hear if he laughed or talked any louder. You elbowed his side trying to get him to quiet down. The last thing you wanted was even more attention on your party of two. Lord Elrond had asked you and his son, Elladan, to receive the guests of the Council of Elrond as they arrived.
You had been taken in by Elrond and his family after your mother and father were called to the sea nearly a thousand years ago. You were a relatively young elf, just over five hundred years old, when your parents had decided it was their time to go.
You had tried to assure them that you would be just fine being alone. You were young but you were still an adult. They wouldn’t go until they knew you’d be taken care of as you didn’t have any siblings to lean on. Your closest kin resided in Lothlorien, a place you had no desire to go even though they begged. But Rivendell was your home, and you had no desire to leave it behind.
Celebrian had always wanted more children but could bare no more. She had heard of your parents predicament from her many visits throughout the city. See, most elves were natural gossips, so it was not even like she had to ask for it. It was just given to her. So, she decided it was time for her to act on it. It felt natural for her to take you in with her, Elrond, and the children. Then she met you and just knew you would fit right in with their family. You were moved into their home no longer than a month later and your parents had set sail the very next one.
No ill will was held toward your parents. You could only imagine how long their lives had been as they had only told you the bits they wished to divulge. They had decided to have you late in life. After nearly four thousand years. They had no plans on leaving you that soon, but the call was so strong they could no longer ignore it for the Valar had its reasons. It was a great sacrifice to stay is middle earth when the sea was calling so longingly. You could no longer be selfish as you were plenty capable of living on your own. Being taken in by Elrond and his family was a gift upon itself, you’d flourished under their eye. You had nearly mastered the art of healing in the one thousand years you’d been under his instruction.
After your parents left, not a hundred years later Celebrian had found the same calling. It broke your heart all over again watching Elrond and his children, your dear friends, let go of their wife and mother. You had almost felt guilty thinking your parents departure had something to do with hers. The calling must have been strong if she was willing to leave her entire family behind. You had thought maybe they would cast you aside now the Celebrian, the one who had wanted you the most, had gone. The opposite was true though. They held onto you stronger than ever before. Sooner, they were more your family than your own. Later, you’d lived with them longer than your parents. New memories with Elrond, Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan began to overtake those of with your parents.
“Prince Legolas.” Lord Elrond’s voice brought your eyes back to the top of the stairs instead of at Elladan, “Rivendell is most welcome to host your visit for the Council of Elrond.” On cue you bowed to the revered prince. You’d heard nothing but good things of him. Nobody spoke of how handsome he was though. Striking in the best ways. You should have known he would be of that stature after seeing his father, King Thranduil in passing once. That as an intimidating elf if you had ever of seen one.
“Hir nin (my lord).” Legolas bowed back to him, “It is always most welcome to visit Rivendell.” To your horror he looked right at you before continuing loud enough for all to hear, “I have met your son, Elladan. Who might the lady be?”
Your face must have been aflame by now with all the attention keyed in right on you, “Ah, that is my youngest daughter. Lady Y/N.” You’d so rarely been referred to as his daughter it had caught you off guard. For whom else might you be? Everybody in Rivendell knew of your status why should he not claim you for his own? He had known you and cared for you well-being longer than your very own parents had.
He smiled hearing your name on the Lord’s lips, “Youngest daughter? Have I been so distant I did not know you had another daughter?”
Elrond smiled looking over to you. Trying your very best to remain stoic you were sure your father could see right through it, “My daughter has been mastering the craft of healing.” He turned back to Legolas before muttering something in his ears that he did not let you hear no matter how hard you strained to. Maybe Elladan caught it but he just shook his head at you as you looked over to him.
Legolas turned giving you another bright smile. He bowed right at you before walking over, “It is a pleasure, Lady Y/N.” He was much bolder than all the ellon you had met in Rivendell.
You let out a strangled cough. One that your brother knew was one of sheer panic. He let out another chuckle which meant another elbow was sent right to his ribs, “All the same Prince Legolas.”
His smile was something you had rarely seen in an elf. It was so pure. One that made you want to smile right along with him. What was it? What with you? Why was this ellon making you act like a fool? You needed to get it together and quick. Elrond would see right through your little coy act. He was far from dumb. Perhaps the opposite. He was the smartest elf you had ever met. It was impossible to try and get a leg up on him as he was already ten steps ahead.
“Legolas is fine, Lady Y/N.”
You nodded quickly, “Then I must insist, Y/N is fine as well.”
“Indeed, it is. Y/N.” He spoke to you before turning his eyes towards your brother behind you, “Elladan. It is nice to see you once more. I trust Elrohir is faring well?”
“He is well, Legolas. He is away seeing to personal matters in Minas Tirith at the moment or else he would be here.” Elladan turned serious as the prince’s eyes were on him now.
“That is not a worry. It is good to hear he is doing well. Elladan. Y/N.” He bowed to you once more before turning and walking back to Elrond, clapping him on the back like they were old friends. You were sure they actually were. You’d never been privy to life outside of Rivendell. You’d also never really cared. You never needed to. Not until things started turning dark. Suddenly you had to care about everywhere but Rivendell. Elrond sent you on small quests at first. Then longer and harder ones. You had no idea what he had planned next, but you were sure it was going to be big considering what was happening with Sauron. He tried to keep it quiet, but you heard whispers. It was an impossible darkness to hide.
The next few days went the same as the last. You’d received a few humans from Gondor, Boromir, and his crew. He was as funny a human as you had ever met and crass as ever. You quite enjoyed him. Next up were the dwarves and the harsh stares you received from Gimli and his kin. The dwarves were no fans of your elven kind. You had already met Strider and the four Hobbits to which you had taken quite the liking to towards as well. You’d never received so many different people and creatures from across middle earth and you were having a wonderful time. Elrond had suspended your studies while the council was in session leaving you to wander during the daytime on your own free will.
You had taken to shooting your bow trying to get in as many reps before all out war commenced. Elrond would never admit it, but it was coming. You could sense it. Things had never been so cold and dark as long as you had been in middle-earth. Lord Elrond had all but admitted it had not been this bad since Sauron came around the first-time thousands of years ago.
Being wrapped up in your thoughts your senses had betrayed you. The Prince of Mirkwood had snuck up on you. A usually impossible task that was easier as you had been distracted by your very own thoughts, “Raise your arm a little.” He spoke from beside you. Letting the breath, you’d been holding in out you turned to him lowering your bow in the process.
“Legolas. What are you doing here?” He was indeed the last person you had expected to see. He had been locked in your fathers study for the better part of the week. He was a part of the strategizing crowd not even your brothers were privy to. Elrond had done a masterful job of hiding his children away. He had no desire to put you in harm’s way on the front lines. But even as he tried he could no longer hold you back.
He shrugged giving you the eye as your bow was still loaded in your hand. You pulled the arrow into the quiver connected at your hip in a hurry before slinging the bow itself over your shoulder, “Needed some time away. Things were getting a little personal in there.” He smiled but it wasn’t the bright smile you’d seen on his face prior. It had been dulled.
“So, you come to the practice range?” You asked curiously. Knowing so little of the elf you knew you were digging for something hoping he would give you a little more.
“Exactly, my lady.” He grinned holding his hand out for your bow.
“Y/N.” You corrected him not liking how that sounded. Far too mature for your stature.
He gave you a lazy smile, “That is right. Exactly, Y/N.” He kept his hand out waiting for you to hand him the bow. Slowly you pulled it off you back and handed it to him. To your surprise he started inspecting it. You’d felt terribly self-conscious as you had crafted it far too quickly. It was just your practice bow after all and it was one of your first attempts.
“This is lovely.” He grinned over at you as he held his other hand for your arrows. To which you gave him as you were now far too curious to see how this prince would do. He was nothing short of a whispered fear around Rivendell. The stories your brothers have told of him made you far too curious of the blue-eyed elf.
“That is a lie.” You laughed.
He shook his head, “It is fine work. I, myself, could hardly do better.” You watched as his hands traced your woodworking. You were not overly proud of the piece. In fact, you’d all but thrown it away finding yourself frustrated at not being able to carve in the finer details as you had planned. Eventually, after a few too many attempts you’d succeeded at getting the right shape but gave up on the detail.
“Are you trying to flatter me?” You questioned letting him know it was you who had made the bow.
He looked over at you curiously, “Did you make this?” Asking as if he didn’t quite believe you he waited for your response.
“I did indeed.”
He looked you over once more before trying the bow out himself. You’d heard of how good he was, but it was hard to believe until you had seen it. In a matter of seconds, he had not only shot all of your arrows but had placed them perfectly around your target. It was more than impressive. Wood elves were known for their skills with the bow, but this was nothing like you had ever seen. Not even your bow master could keep up with something like this.
He turned back to you with an even bigger smile on his face, “It shoots even better than it looks! You have a talent.”
You gawked at him without so much as a care of how dumb you looked, “You just shot like that, and you are saying that I have the talent?”
“Aye.” He set the bow down before heading over to retrieve the arrows. He looked back waiting for you to follow, “This would not be possible if your work was not as balanced as it is. I must ask you to make my next bow. I will pay you handsomely for your work.” He spoke as if money was the issue with his request.
“Oh!” Your cheeks were surely there usual fiery hot selves as they usually were when Legolas had come around, “I hardly doubt I could make…”
He shook his head cutting you off, “You must not doubt yourself. I would not ask you to if I did not think you could.”
You nodded knowing there was no actual point in arguing with him. He was as stubborn as you were and nobody was going to win the fight that was surely going to ensue, “All right then. I will make you a bow. On one condition.”
“And that condition is?” His smile only seemed to grow as he talked to you. It’s infectiousness wearing off right on you for how could you not grin when he was smiling at you like that?
“You do not pay me. Let me make it for you as a friend?”
He nodded, “That is a condition I can accept. As long as you let me return the favor?”
You giggled feeling his eyes wash over yours in bliss at your reaction, “You cannot give me a condition for my very own condition!”
“Please?” He asked with such a softness you could only nod at him.
“You may return the favorite, mellon nin.”
The two of you had spent the better part of the afternoon chatting, laughing, and avoiding the reality of the situation of the world at present. You had one of the best afternoons you probably ever have had in this lifetime goofing around with the prince. He was certainly not the ellon you’d expected. He had become more than you could have ever had imagined and more.
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It did not take long for you to fall for the prince. After Elrond had volunteered you for The Fellowship you had grown close to him. About halfway through the journey, after Pippin and Merry had been taken and you’d been running for days is when you knew. That was when you knew you had feelings for the elf. The signs had always been there, but it was his constant care and checking up to make sure that you were all right that made you realize where your heart had actually lied with the elven prince.
It was decidedly not a good position to be in. He could never be with you. The king would never approve. You would be left longing and loving for an elf who was strictly off limits. The journey to Mordor had been nothing short of rough. You were constantly amazed and astonished at Gimli and Aragorn keeping up, the Hobbits trail, the wizard coming back. It was almost too much too believe. When Aragorn rose from the dead in Helm’s Deep you could not believe it. That was why you had decided to fight. For him and middle earth.
“What are you doing?” Legolas looked at you desperately as you placed the chain-link guard around your torso.
“Preparing.” You spoke matter of factly not noticing Gimli behind him.
“For what?” He asked. For what? Was he mad? Playing dumb surely.
The look on your face let him know you were not playing, “The battle, Legolas. I will not let you all go out there without me. Not once more while I sit behind. I am more than ready and far more than prepared.”
“You will not. I will not have you go out there. You must stay back and tend to the wounded. Your skills are needed here!” For the first time Legolas sounded frantic. Out of control. Worried as if he knew you would go against his wishes. He was right, of course. Legolas had gotten to know you well over the course of the journey from Rivendell. He’d learned of your ticks and habits. Your nature and goodwill. How your morals had outweighed your better judgment for yourself. He’d learned why Elrond had hidden you for so long. You’d be a danger onto yourself more so than he could protect you.
You shook your head slowly, “My skills are needed in the battle and even you know that ernil nin (my prince).” Looking down you were almost afraid to look into his eyes at this moment.
He walked up to you before whispering a low, “We are not done discussing this, mellon nin.” Though his words were kind his tone was off. You gulped. But before you could even open your eyes the prince had stormed off. Likely to cool down. He’d made it clear he didn’t want you anywhere near the field yet here you were doing everything he wished you wouldn’t do.
When you finally looked up you saw the cheeky smirk of the red-haired dwarf staring right at you, “Gimli.” You bowed, “How long have you been standing there master dwarf?”
“The entire time.” He confirmed, “You have given our favorite elf quite the scare.”
You eyed him knowing that he was digging and pressing for something, “He will come to his senses.”
“Or you must come to yours.” He countered with a wicked smile. One that made you feel like you were missing out on something.
“What is that supposed to mean Gimli?”
He gruffed at you, “You cannot be that blind! I was lead to believe elves have some weird, enhanced vision or something.”
“There is no need to be so hostile young dwarf.” You smiled at Gimli letting him know you were surely playing along with him even though you were clueless to what he was actually insinuating, “I unfortunately do not know what you are attempting to tell me though.”
He shook his head with a swift movement, “The Prince of Mirkwood has feelings for you lassie.”
Simply blinking your eyes, you surely could not have heard him correctly, “Has feelings?”
He rolled his eyes, “Aye... are you going to make me come outright with it then?”
You nodded, "I am indeed. Elves are blunt and I am unfortunately very oblivious.” You smile only grew as he huffed and puffed almost looking embarrassed to have to say it out loud.
“The Prince of Mirkwood likes you lassie. He will not stop bringing you up whenever you are not around. He is driving me mad. Gold sickness isn’t even this bad.” As your cheeks grew a blush so did Gimli’s.
It was obviously all in good fun to tease him but what he had actually said struck a chord within you. How was that possible? He was actual royalty. You were a commoner for all intents and purposes, “He cannot.” You said not letting your hopes rise for you had liked Legolas deeply. From the moment your eyes laid upon him in your home all those days ago. What an adventure you had been on as you trekked across middle earth with the ellon you may have loved.
“Oi lassie! He can and he does. Did you not just see his reaction to you going into this battle?”
You shook your head, “Well, yeah but…”
“No. He likes you. Very much so. Drones on and on about how pretty you are. How smart you are. How sweet you are. It is exhausting Y/N.” Gimli dramatically sat down on the bench near the wall.
“I should be offended you find talking about me so exhausting master Gimli.” You raised your brows to challenge him as you sat down next to him.
“Nary the case my lady. It has been months you see. And he will not say a thing to you. Months of it lassie! You are lovely. He would be quite lucky to have you. I am simply tired. He will not listen to me. That is why I am telling you this now.” You only gave you a smirk as he leaned his head against the wall.
“Months is not a long time for an elf.” You giggled knowing how much it would set the poor dwarf off. He was almost too easy to poke and prod at. A simple action would result in an explosive reaction out of him.
He eyes lowered in on yours, “Insufferable. The both of ya. Truly meant for him aren’t you?” He got up before giving you a quick bow, “I will see you on the battlefield my lady.”
“I’ll beat both of you this time.” You grinned trying to lighten the darkening mood taking over Helm’s Deep. Time was of the essence now.
“You will not!” He boomed, “I will kill the most orcs!” He walked out of the room before you could object. With a deep breath you finished putting on the chain link armour. You’d wished Elrond would have prepped you a little more as you sheathed your sword. You could do this. You absolutely had to do this. You had to tell Legolas you liked him back. It was rare, to feel the connection you’d felt with him. Truly, time was of the essence.
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You had lost him early on in the battle. You were holding Legolas’s hand before you had to dodge away from an axe being thrown. From there on out it was you and yourself against too many orcs to count. Terror began to consume you as you fell back in the crowd of men and elves. But you could do this. You had to do this. Legolas liked you! You could have a life with the most handsome ellon you had ever laid your eyes upon. You just had to kill every single disgusting orc around you. Easy. You could do it. For Legolas. For you. For a life you craved.
You hadn’t a clue what overcame you as you fought and fought for hours. You witnessed more death than you ever had in your life as the never-ending siege kept ticking on. You fell back and fought. Fell back and fought. Fight or die. Fight to live on with Legolas. You tried to search for his golden hair as you fought but begrudgingly came up short time and time again. It was only when dawn broke with Gandalf and the Rohirrim showing up did you feel a twinge of hope as the orcs turned to them instead of charging on into Helm’s Deep. You stood on guard as the Rohirrim charged on. It felt like you would collapse from the relief seeing the help pour in. Emotion truly overtook you as you saw that flash of golden hair on the war horse down the bridge. Legolas was alive and well. It was going to be okay. You were going to get to tell him that you liked him.
You watched in awe as the orc army was slain. Some tried to run but were devoured by the very forests that once protected them. Sheathing your sword and throwing your bow over your shoulder you found your way back to the dining hall turned emergency healing ward knowing they would need all they help they could get. You had a lifetime to tell Legolas how you felt, the men and defenders of Helm’s Deep needed you more now.
Despite your own cuts that were too deep to heal quickly you pressed on. Throwing some bandages on the worse ones you rolled up your sleeves and got to work. You were in your element as you ordered people around as efficiently as possible and got to as many men as you could.
But that voice broke your stupor. It always would, “You must give yourself a break.” Legolas. He had found you faster than you would have thought.
You spun around on your heal after patching the man up, “I am fine. These men and elves are not.” Holding out your hand you showed him the growing number of beds that were becoming occupied from small wounds to life threatening ones.
He shook his head agreeing with you, “I know I will not change your mind. But please rest when this is all over?”
You bit back the smile. Ever since you met him he had cared for your wellbeing more than you did, “You have my word.”
He gave you a once over with a frown and concern in his own eyes, “Will you also see a healer when you are done?”
“I am fine Legolas.” You persisted shaking your head before heading to the bed next to the man you’d patched up.
He was hot on your heals not believing you for a second, “You are bleeding through your bandages, mellon nin. Please?” Gimli’s words rang through you as he looked at you wish nothing but pain and concern.
“All right.” You weren’t sure what else to say as you looked over him in return. You really should see a healer but your wounds just felt so miniscule compared to the horror you were seeing now.
He eyed you looking for any lie, “I will check on you tonight to see sure of it.”
“I told you that I would, do you not believe me?” A smile rose to your face as you knew your words took him aback.
“You are stubborn. You will work until you collapse. Of course, I trust you. But I do not trust that you will see through to it.” He grinned seeing your expression clock what he was saying, “I will check in on you tonight in your room. How does that sound?” He tried again asking as if it were a question as you knew it was not. Legolas would be checking in on you whether you agreed with him or not.
He was giving you a chance now. You had to take it, “I will see you tonight.”
He gave you a quick bow before making way towards the door, “Please see a healer soon. And rest.”
“I will. Do not fret Legolas. My help is needed first.”
He nodded, “They are fortunate to have you.” He walked off before you could get another word in. You shook your head getting yourself back in the right headspace to see and heal the gruesome wounds left by the attack.
You kept true to your word as your own energy was depleting rapidly. As soon as the bodies stopped flowing in and you became overly exhausted you finally saw another elven healer who pulled the orc poison from your open wounds and patched you up. Legolas was right, a few too many orc blades had made it impossible for your body to heal them as quickly as it usually would.
You had only been settled in your room after bathing and changing for a few moments before a familiar knock rang out at the door. You had been given a room near the kings chambers for the time being as you were the only female in the company. And who were you to turn down such a luxury after months on the road? Certainly not you.
You opened the door to the smiling elf. He quite literally took your breath away. He was so handsome, “Legolas.”
His eyes traced you overlooking for any signs that you had not in fact taken care of yourself, “You look well.”
You moved to the side to let him know it was okay if he wanted to come in, “I am.”
He sighed bringing your eyes to look into his, “I was so worried when I lost you. I had broken my promise to you.”
All you could think to do was grab for his hand. A small sign of comfort as your laced your fingers into his, “It is not your fault Legolas. You know this. We would have both been struck had I not jumped away.” Giving his hand a soft squeeze, you pulled him in through the door. You didn’t want the prying ears of the company or some random elves hearing the conversation if you could stop it. You knew it was getting vulnerable fast. The adrenaline from the battle had long worn off leaving the raw emotion of what just happened to linger.
He looked down at your fingers intertwining his, “I was so afraid that I… I kept looking for you as the battle wore on but could not find you, I feared…” He could not say the words that kept binding on his tongue as it scared him the most. From the moment he laid eyes on you in Rivendell he too felt that pull you had felt so strongly that same day. He’d lived a couple thousand years and had never seen any ellith quite so striking as you. Legolas had been convinced he would never find the elf he was destined to love.
“I am here. I am alive.” You gave his hand another comforting squeeze you just looked at him. He was closer than he’d been before. The air between the two of you felt electrified as you looked up into his eyes. His blue ones met your own. The concern gave way to the happiness of the first part of this hell being over. As Gandalf had said. The Battle of Helm’s Deep was won but the War for Middle Earth had just begun.
His eyes met your smooth hair, fresh out of the baths, “You have no braids in?” He could not recall a time he had not seen braids laced throughout your hair. He had not known you for a long time, but it seemed jarring to see you without them.
You nodded, “You are correct. This is the first time I’ve had a comb since Rivendell.” You paused unsure of if you wanted to ask the next question or not. It was now or never really. Gimli had assured you he had felt the same, why would he lie?
He spoke before you could ask your question, “I must admit, I am envious.” He tried running a hand through his long, usually silky, hair that had been tangled in the battle.
“You can borrow mine.” You offered up without a second thought, “And uh…” You stopped once more having a hard time getting it out. It was now or never. You’d fought that hard for this. Why was it so hard to spit out?
“What is it?” He nodded, encouraging you along.
You closed your eyes, letting out a long breath, trying your hardest to regain some composure. His hand felt like it was burning in your palm as you decided you just needed to spit it out, “Do you… Would you like to braid it?”
Your ears were trained to pick up upon the slight falter in his breath, you’d managed to take him by surprise for once, “Are you sure? Are you asking me what I believe you are to be asking me?” He looked at you with a gentle desperation you had yet to see on his face before.
“Legolas.” You tried stopping him, but he just continued. Spiraling.
“I, of course, would gladly accept but I need to know if these are your intentions. If what you are asking is true.” He looked concerned that you might not be telling him exactly what he was wishing you were saying.
“Legolas!” You pulled your hand away from his before grasping onto his shoulders above you.
He stopped finally hearing you, “Yeah?”
“I like you. Quite a lot. More than a fellowship member probably should. And Gimli might have told me you were driving him a tad mad at all the mentions of me throughout the months.” Your smile grew as you saw his expression drop into shock. You had decided it was fun to surprise the Prince of Mirkwood. His face was the most precious you had seen it yet as it went through the uncommon emotion of being surprised.
“That dreadful dwarf! He promised he would not tell.” For the second time in a short period, you had seen Legolas in a panicked state. Legolas was best with everything under his control. You had often thrown his plans under fire when you came into the picture though. So often before he would be annoyed but he welcomed it with you.
“Him telling me that got me through it all. If he had not told me you had feelings for me I do not think I would have made it out alive. I was fighting for us. For a future with both of us in it. I know exactly what I am asking you for when I asked you to braid my hair.” You spoke freely for the first time in a while. It had been hard keeping the feelings you felt for him locked down and hidden away as you travelled with the fellowship.
He grinned taking your hand in his this time. He led you to the chair at the desk in the room and had you sit. He stood behind you as he brushed his hands through your hair slowly. You tried you best to fight the shiver and chills that erupted at his touch, “I am honored you asked me to braid you hair. If it was not obvious before, I do feel the same. My dwarf friend seemed to want to tell you that before I could.”
You laughed softly relishing in his touch, “We should thank him. Who knew how much longer we would have pined from afar.”
“I do not wish to give him credit. His head will grow too large.” His nimble hands began braiding small intricate braids in your hair. He’d decided he was going to take his time and make the perfect braid he had never had the patience to do before.
Giggles erupted from you at that. Watching Gimli warm up to both you and Legolas to eventually turning into one of your closest companions had been one of the most unexpected twists from the journey, “It does not feel right picking on him when he isn’t here to blow up on one of us. It is not as fun.”
You could see the grin on his face through the reflection in the mirror above you, “Enough about the dwarf. How are you? Truly?”
You closed your eyes thinking about his question, “I am tired and growing more nervous the closer we get.” It was the first time you had admitted it out loud and it felt good getting it off your chest.
He tied an elastic on the last large braid he laid down the center of your hair before letting his hands fall to your shoulders. Just the touch provided a comfort you weren’t sure you could express adequately, “I am keeping my promise. Nothing will happen to you. I will protect you through this. I promise you that.”
You turned your neck to look up towards him, “Thank you. For everything. And the braids.” You ran your hand along his work all too curious to see what it had actually looked like.
He brushed a hand along your cheek, “It is my honor. I should be the one thanking you. You look beautiful as always.”
Relishing in his touch you pushed your face into his hand, “Let’s not tell the rest of them until after this is all over.”
Legolas gave you a hesitant look, “We can try. Gimli will know immediately, and he does not have the quietest tongue.”
“Aye that is true. We shall try then.”
He knelt down to your level so that his eyes were staring right back at you, “Yes we shall. Now come, we must have some dinner and get some rest.” He held his hand out to you after he stood, not giving you another option knowing you would rather just jump into bed and snooze the night away. But Legolas being exactly who he was had made a promise to your father and he would protect you. And now he got the privilege of loving you too. He had no plans of losing this after he had prayed for it for so long.
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rmsrkive · 9 months
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unconditionally — jung hoseok (teaser)
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summary: for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park
pairings: ex-boyfriend/baby daddy!hoseok x f. reader
genre: exes to lovers
warnings: none
word count: 711
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author's note: say hello to my first solo member fic! our beloved hoseok will be the first one to have his own fic and this will be between 3-5 chapters. i'm not sure when this fic will be uploaded but i'm currently working on the first chapter. there will be lots of angst and many of you will be angry at hobi so grab your tissues and mentally prepare yourself for a nasty relationship between oc and hobi :)
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"Y/N?" His voice was small, reminding you of Jaehee when you scolded her for doing something she wasn't supposed to.
"Hi, Jungkook."
Your voice was merely a whisper, fearing you would burst into tears if you spoke louder. You forced yourself to push down the lump that formed in your throat since you knew that you couldn't afford to break into tears with the twins in front of you. Maybe if you were alone, you would allow yourself to shed a few tears but you couldn't right now.
"Is that really you, noona?" Jungkook asked.
That damn honorific; you always found it weird being addressed as noona by other guys but it was endearing when it came from Jungkook and hearing him call you noona made you wonder if he still saw you the same way he did when he was friends.
"It really is me." You laughed, tears burning your eyes as you watched Jungkook's eyes flash with all kinds of emotions.
He crouched down in front of you, reaching his hand out to wipe the tear that fell down your face. You flinched, jerking your head away from him before he could touch you, wiping away the tear yourself. Your stomach twisted as his face dropped in hurt, gulping when he bit down on his lip and quickly retracted his hand.
"Where have you been, noona?" Jungkook asked.
"I've always been here, Kook. I just made sure to stay out of your way." You responded, uncaring how harsh the truth was.
He glanced over at the twins, who were still occupied with Bam. The Doberman had taken it upon himself to curl up on the picnic blanket, content with the way Jaehee and Jaeyoung were petting him. Jungkook smiled at the sight for a split second before it dropped as quickly as it appeared.
"Is it because of—"
"Yup."
A heavy silence fell between the two of you. You didn't want to be so rude to Jungkook after seeing him for the first time in four years but you couldn't help but be angry that he was acting as if he didn't dump you on the side of the road after your breakup with Hoseok. He had been one of the people who accused you of cheating and his mere presence was close to sending you into a fit of tears.
"Does hyung know?" Jungkook's tone was cautionary, almost as if he was afraid to ask you.
"No. He blocked me after I sent the first ultrasound pictures that the doctor gave me. He doesn't even know that I have twins." You replied blankly.
Jungkook never experienced being stabbed by someone but with your blunt words and harsh tone, he felt as if you had attempted to stab him countless times. He always knew in the back of his mind that he shouldn't expect you to be kind in the instance that he saw you again but talking to you in real-time made it hurt all the more. And he knew that he had no right to be hurt when he contributed to all of the pain you felt over the last four years since the breakup.
"Oh."
You got up onto your knees and began packing the picnic basket. Jungkook watched helplessly as you quickly placed your containers and bottles in the basket, almost as if you were rushing to get away from him. "Time to go home, say bye-bye to Bam."
Jaehee waved at Bam as you picked her up in one arm, holding the basket with the same hand. You grabbed Jaeyoung's hand, grateful that neither of the twins was putting up a fight, and instead found interest in the dandelions that had turned white.
"Y/N—"
"I have to go home, the twins need to take a nap before it's too late in the afternoon. It was nice seeing you again, Jungkook."
Without another word, you headed towards the parking lot beside the car, leaving Jungkook with no choice but to watch you disappear again. He swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away even after you placed the twins in their car seats and drove out of the parking lot.
"It was nice seeing you too, noona."
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renxholics · 1 year
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❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ! ❞
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞
﹟riddle : leona : azul : kalim : vil : idia : malleus : x gn!reader. cw indirect kissing. snippets of having indirect kisses with you, their crush. however, you may seem a bit oblivious… or did you do that on purpose? mutual pining, not established relationship.
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༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎perhaps you should of learnt your lesson, but you sometimes learned things the hard way, like never taste testing one of Riddle’s sweets, for example. banging on your chest you let out a few coughs as the burning sensation got worst and worse by the second, tears prickling your eyes as you reach for the cup of tea on the table. “so delicious…” you lied through your teeth as you swallowed it all down with one big gulp, hoping your sense of taste would return within the next few days. you really should of learned after the oyster sauce fiasco that Riddle had no idea how to cook, and that even if he looked so happy offering you something he made, you shouldn’t of eaten it. he just had such a proud look. “i just think that maybe,” you wheezed out, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, “you may have mixed up the sugar or added something with a bit too much spice.” you cough again, trying to smile as you finally manage to look at him. his face was red but no angry words or disappointed words spew, only him bringing his arm to cover his mouth as he cast his gaze from the cup in your hands to you, then towards the ground. “r-right! i’ll make sure to double check next time…” he stuttered, in the tiniest whisper, “prefect.”
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sighing, you cross your arms and shake your head as you glare down at Leona in the middle of the greenhouse. his upper half leaned against a tree as he raised his arms behind his head, yawning and opening his eyes. “if you want me to head to class then try doing something that will motivate me, herbivore,” he mocked, clearing enjoying your frustration. as you rub your temples you take a second before an idea strikes, grinning at him as he quirks his brow up at you. “do something to motivate you? well then, hopefully this is motivation enough,” you concede to his wish, brushing your fingers against your lips, pressing a kiss onto them. kneeling down between the legs of lazy lion, you press your fingers against his lips as a cheeky smile forms on your face. “do a good job this week and i’ll give you a proper one next time.” you said with a wink. growling, he tried to grip at you but you bounce back up too quickly, running off laughing to yourself.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ savoring the bite of your chicken you enjoyed every last bit of it as Azul watched with a gentle smile, him enjoying the way you looked while eating his cooking. it wasn’t everyday someone could eat food personally cooked by the head of the monstro lounge, nor exactly be served by him, so please, take the hint already prefect! “it’s delicious, Azul. have some with me, won’t you?” you casually asked, turning to face him as you twirled your fork around the noodles, stabbing a piece of chicken and blowing onto it to cool it down. although your actions were presumably innocent, Azul felt himself short circuiting as his face flushed against his will at the mere thought of you feeding him, not only that, but using the very same fork you had eaten from. really, how scandalous you were, prefect. with one hand underneath the fork, you raised it to his lips, “say ahh,” you smiled expectantly as he finds his mouth opening before his mind could process anything, the fork entering his mouth as you pull the fork back, twirling it already for your next bite. “prefect!” he tried to respond but only uttered gibberish as you continued eating, enjoying his reaction. “i’m glad you’ve finally taken a break, even if you’ve combusted.” you whisper to yourself as a little giggle escape your lips.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “it’s like grim, but nicer,” you commented in awe, petting the magic carpet which nuzzled against you. you weren’t sure who was more like a puppy, Kalim, or his magic carpet. “come on now, i’m gonna fall over!” you half heartedly chastise as you press a kiss onto what you assume to be the head of the magic carpet as it looped around happily in the air, all the way back over to the scarabia dorm leader, nuzzling into him. “grim is pretty fluffy and cute too!” he responded, laughing and feeling tickling from the happy carpet. similar to a cat, the carpet nuzzled it’s head where you kissed against his lips, head butting him. “maybe it wants a kiss from you, too,” you conclude, kalim eager to give him one. “i wonder, does that count as an indirect kiss? i hope it does…” he heard you muttering to yourself, barely catching it. it seems the carpet acted just like it’s master, in both carefreeness and expressing it’s love. in an instant, you felt yourself swept off your feet in between kalim’s arms as you were up in the air once more, being taken for another ride. “prefect, it definitely counts!” he cheerily responded to your muttering before giving you a direct kiss with the starry night sky and carpet to witness.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Vil’s hand was slightly cool as his long and delicate fingers grasped at your chin, tilting it upwards at him. you tried to avoid squirming in your seat from close proximity as he brought his face to your’s, expertly applying bright red lipstick to your lips. “you should be lucky, spudling. i don’t normally share my makeup with others.” he huffed, backing away and finally allowing you to look in the mirror. you had to admit, you looked amazing with your makeup done, he even did your nails earlier just for you. “thanks! it looks perfect, just like you,” you praised, thanking him before heading on out to do your daily chores. popping out of seemingly nowhere, Rook clapped and beamed. “merveilleux! i assume it was on purpose, was it not, Roi du Poison?” the huntsman asked, giving his dorm leader wearing the same bright red shade of lipstick a knowing look. it really isn’t everyday or nearly ever he shares his personal makeup. “i have no idea what you’re assuming.” Vil laughed in response, packing up his makeup as a little smile tugged on the corners of his lips. maybe now other’s would realize you’re not available to flirt with when you have him already marking you as his.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “take a second, pause, breathe,” you scold, wiggling one finger back and forth with one hand as the other pulled your lollipop away from your lips, shoving it into Idia’s agape mouth. “nothing bad is going to happen, we can figure a way to finish this event before midnight,” you continue, stretching your arms as you make your way back to your chair beside Idia’s, taking a seat and pressing away at your keyboard, rearranging your party for optimal speedrunning. as you tried to review your account setup, the blue haired dorm leader’s mouth finally shut as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. his face flushed and matched the color of his fiery hair as he tried to stutter out a coherent sentence, failing each and every single time as he watched your every single move. “alright, done. i’ll do all the healing, shielding, and buffing. you just focus on damage, okay?” you ask, spinning in your chair as you turn back to Idia who was still stuck like a deer in headlights. raising a brow, you snatched your lollipop back out from his mouth and put it back into your’s. “as cute as you look right now, there’s no time, we’ve got less than twenty minutes. i want my event loot real bad right now so let’s leave the teasing you about this and maybe asking you on a date later… depends how you do.” you teased, giving a little wink.
༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you like ice cream, tsunotarou?” you ask as you tilt your head in the direction of your favorite dragon fae. “indeed, child of man…” he begun, explaining his like for the tasty dessert. taking one more nibble out of your ice cream cone, you hand it over to him as he watched you quizzically. “here, you can have the rest! i’m full anyways.” you offer, trying to find a napkin on your person. Malleus’ eyes widened momentarily at your bold offer, he couldn’t recount anyone else offering him something they ate out of before. taking the cone out of your hand he had a small smile adorn his face. you were always so interesting, the way you never feared him but even shared with him. handing you his handkerchief in return for the ice cream, you thank him with a smile and encourage him to take a bite, to which he does quite gracefully. “it taste better than normal..” he commented as you wiped your lips, grinning. “eating with friends is always better! i’ll bring some more next time. and ah, just don’t tell Sebek about this, he might try to fight me over getting to have an indirect kiss with you first,” you joked. “indirect kiss?” he replied with a knowing smile. if you wanted a kiss, you could always just ask directly, child of man.
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kanansdume · 6 months
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What's crazy and really shows off how impeccably awful this show managed to be is how DIFFERENT Anakin feels between the Kenobi show and the Ahsoka show, despite the fact that he's being played by the same actor probably within a year of each other if that.
And it's so clearly not the fault of the performer, Hayden Christensen is doing the absolute MOST to give an authentic and familiar performance of Anakin in the Ahsoka show and on a STRICTLY acting standpoint, I think he succeeds. People have pointed out that the Anakin that Hayden is playing in the flashbacks, despite being in the TCW costumes, does not at all feel like TCW Anakin. There's nothing suave or charming about him. When he tries to joke and Ahsoka pushes back against it, he immediately gets defensive, which is perhaps one of the most in-characters thing about the entire performance. And obviously his performance as Sith Anakin is pure perfection.
But it's not just the performance that creates a character. It's the way other people discuss the character, it's the way that character impacts the world around them, it's what we as the audience are allowed to see of them.
In the Obi-Wan show, Anakin at his best is still a whiny little asshole. In the flashback scene, he's arrogant, he's overconfident, he's a little bit of a bully, he's stubborn, and he's a sore loser. It's left a little ambiguous as to whether this scene was a true flashback or something Else, but the dialogue of the scene and who is currently "winning" the match clearly are intended to parallel what's going on in the actual plot between Obi-Wan and Anakin. Which means you can just as easily interpret this as saying that the whiny little asshole you remember from the prequels is still the person behind that mask. Yes, he's got a vocoder changing his voice into something more menacing, his expressions hidden behind an emotionless mask, but that whiny teenager is still calling the shots here. That's precisely what motivates him. Even if it's intended as a more legitimate flashback, that's supposed to be Anakin at his BEST and he's... whiny. He's arrogant. You can say he can grow out of it at this point and that's clearly what Obi-Wan believes in the moment, but the best he's got is... still this.
And he never grew out of it, he never left that arrogance and entitlement behind. He decided to let it define him instead. He might've had promise if he'd chosen to outgrow his more negative traits, but he didn't. He just stayed forever in the mindset of that annoying little 19 year old asshole.
And at his worst, Anakin's a literal unhinged MONSTER. He's casually walking by and murdering innocents just to get Obi-Wan's attention, he's stabbing Reva just because he can, he's ripping open ships, he's burning Obi-Wan alive out of vengeance. His face when that mask comes off has a manic GLEE as he talks about having "killed" himself just to try to manipulate Obi-Wan and the way he screams Obi-Wan's name at the end is so intensely disturbing. So many people saw that moment as Anakin having this moment of mindfulness, but I didn't see or hear a single sane moment in the entire scene. The whole thing is off-kilter and it feels pretty intentionally off-kilter, both in the writing and the acting and directing. Anakin's made his choice. This is it.
In the Kenobi show, Anakin might've once had promise. But he also had immense potential for monstrous evil, that was ALSO there as well. And whatever promise used to be there is now squandered in favor of the arrogance and cruelty and entitlement, which means that it's not worth Obi-Wan's time and effort and energy continuing to wonder what if about it. Because, quite honestly, it doesn't MATTER. Obi-Wan isn't fighting for Anakin anymore by the end. He's not fighting to destroy Anakin, but he's not fighting to save him, either. And the whole point of his relationships with Luke and Leia is that he has to learn to care about them for who THEY are rather than because he cared about their biological parents. He has to see them for who they've become and allow them to grow without worrying about how much like Anakin or Padme they might end up being. They're not Anakin and Padme, they're Luke and Leia, and his relationship with them is ultimately better for letting go of seeing them as anything other than who they actually are.
The people who were in charge of the Kenobi show clearly understood that in order for Obi-Wan to stand on his own as a main character of his own story, they needed to clearly differentiate him from Anakin and FREE him from Anakin. Yes, Obi-Wan is built to be Anakin's narrative foil and has been since day 1. Yes, Obi-Wan's story is very tied up in Anakin's. But this was OBI-WAN'S story and just for this one moment, they could let Obi-Wan be more than just someone who revolves around Anakin. He's his own person who makes his own connections and relationships that have nothing to do with Anakin and he only truly starts to feel like himself again when he walks away from Anakin and leaves him behind and accepts that Anakin has chosen to be someone that Obi-Wan cannot change. No one writing the Kenobi show wanted Obi-Wan to be more IMPORTANT to the narrative than Anakin, but they were able to allow Anakin to take a back seat so that Obi-Wan could actually grow and develop into his own character.
The same cannot be said for the Ahsoka show.
In the Ahsoka show, Anakin is portrayed IMMENSELY positively. At his best, Anakin is a wise powerful sage watching over someone he cares about and pushing her to be better. At his worst, he's... pushing her a little? They MENTION he's intense, and we see visions of him as a Sith, sure, but if that was Anakin at all, then it leaves you with the impression that he only pushed Ahsoka because he cared about her and she needed it and he was ultimately right to do so anyway. Was it tough? I guess, but nothing that would ultimately truly hurt her at all. Anakin's worst sins aren't touched on at all. Anakin is constantly remembered as someone who was GOOD without really acknowledging that while he might've been good at times, he wasn't always. Even when Ahsoka remembers him as a good master, he was still someone who believed in fascism and had massacred an entire village down to the last child. That person Ahsoka remembers was still a bad person and this show desperately wants you to forget that any of that is true about him.
And via proxies like Sabine and Ahsoka herself, this show DEFENDS Anakin's choices across the board. It's not even just that he was a good master, but that he ultimately did the RIGHT THING by choosing Padme over the galaxy because he did it out of "love," turning the genocide of the Jedi into something that was caused by their OWN failures instead of Anakin's failures.
There's zero recognition that Anakin was, ultimately, a failure. He was a failure as a Jedi, a failure as a master, a failure as a husband and a father, and a failure just as a generally good person. Anakin was a bad person who did bad things. Maybe he wasn't always, maybe he had his moments, fine, but overall? What's the legacy he leaves? What are people going to truly remember him for most? Despite his choice to save Luke in his last moments, his impact upon the galaxy is still a net negative.
And Ahsoka can have good memories of him and still recognize that Anakin's impact upon the galaxy was a bad one. She can choose to focus on the good memories she has without pretending like he was in actuality a good master who did nothing wrong. It's not like those two things can't co-exist and that is, in essence, exactly what Obi-Wan has to do. It's why he can say honestly and genuinely tell Leia at the end of the show that her father was "passionate, fearless, and forthright" even though just a day or so ago he'd accepted that Anakin himself had chosen to be an evil person now. He can remember Anakin as the friend he'd cared for AND recognize that the person Anakin is now is not that person anymore. Anakin NOW is evil, Anakin NOW doesn't deserve Obi-Wan's time or focus or grief, Anakin NOW needs to just be let go of. They aren't two separate people, obviously, but people do grow and change, and Obi-Wan once loved Anakin, but the boy Obi-Wan loved is gone because Anakin has chosen not to be that kind of person anymore. He's not kind, he's not compassionate, he's not merciful, or thoughtful or any of the good qualities he used to have. The Kenobi show forces both Obi-Wan and the audience to recognize that no matter how good someone might once have been, it's important to recognize when they're not acting like that person anymore and it's better to let them go and walk away.
And the reason Ahsoka can't do that is because the writers can't. The people in charge of writing Anakin in this show see him so differently than the people who wrote Kenobi. The the writers of the Ahsoka show, Anakin is "the greatest of all of the Jedi," not even just for raw power reasons, but because he understood what love was all about and felt it so deeply. So instead of that love twisting him and being in so many ways his greatest flaw, it turned into his greatest strength, something the Jedi just didn't understand. They're coming at Anakin from a WILDLY opposite direction here and so the way he gets depicted and spoken about comes across so unnervingly different.
You CAN see it as Ahsoka just... viewing Anakin differently. Obi-Wan knew Anakin as a child and was a Jedi Master before the betrayal, so he is more capable of viewing Anakin as the whole of what he was and letting him go. Whereas Ahsoka was a lot younger, she barely got any training before the betrayal, so her perspective on him is intensely skewed by this. She can't truly conceive of Anakin as both the good master she remembers AND the nightmare monster she knows he became, so she just... picks one. She chooses to see him as a good master and that's it. Nothing else he ever did matters. She never has to think about the genocide, the murders, the enslavement, the betrayals. He was a good master, and that's the end of the story. This is the best way she can learn to cope with this particular trauma is to just... ignore it and decide it didn't happen and so her version of Anakin is the ONLY version of Anakin.
But the narrative itself sort-of presents this as the honest truth of Anakin rather than just Ahsoka's perspective on the matter. It's not that Ahsoka just can't cope any other way, it's that this is, legitimately, who Anakin was. Anakin WAS a good master and the fact that he abandoned Ahsoka to die and tried to kill her and genocided her people and desecrated her home apparently doesn't change that at all. Because he did all of it for love. And the fact that Anakin was the "greatest of all the Jedi" because of this means that Ahsoka gets exalted even more so because of that.
But Obi-Wan doesn't need that. He doesn't need to be exalted as better than everyone else, he doesn't need to be made important by manipulating the narrative. He already IS important and the people writing his story know that. He's not important because he's better than Anakin, he's important just because he is. He's baked into this story and can't be removed from it without completely undoing it and telling a totally new story. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are, in some ways, total opposites. Obi-Wan is a massively important character to the narrative who's never been the main character of his own story before the Kenobi show, while Ahsoka spent a long time as the main character of her story but has never and will never be that important to the narrative. She can be added to it and give some extra dimension to it, but she can be pretty easily removed from it, too.
And their relationships to Anakin in their respective shows seem to reflect the way the writers feel about those facts and their understanding of the characters themselves.
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I'm mostly curious, so you can write this as whatever but how does Sage do with an affectionate reader? We know he laps up all the attention Reader generously gives but like, is he generally rigid at giving or receiving? Or is he the softest man alive haha
Not well. Affection does not compute with this poor guy-
@lovanmari I think these may be more of what you were looking for?
Anyway, Sage is TotK Link!
In face, have some headcanons on this-
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・❥・Sage. My precious baby boy. How I love and cherish you, you little rat bastard.
・❥・So, we've established he's got some trust issues. Can you blame him?
・❥・He's just so, so tired. He just wants to rest. But he can't. He feels he's the punchline to one of Hylia's jokes. And it eats at him.
・❥・So when you, perfect, adorable you, come in with your sunshine and rainbows ass, he's just...like frustratingly confused.
・❥・What about life is so great? Hm? What about it makes you want to go around, hugging and kissing the others around him? Hm? What makes them so special? Hm?
・❥・Why do you feel the need to do the same to him?
・❥・At first, Sage doesn't trust the affection at all.
・❥・He's convinced you're buttering him up for some sort of secret attack. Like he'll lower his guard to accept one of the cuddles you bestow upon him and you'll stab him in the back-- literally.
・❥・But the others just seem to...accept this?
・❥・The bird hero (Sky) seems to downright preen whenever you gently press a kiss to his cheek.
・❥・The smithy with a height problem always looks so at ease whenever you settle next to him, laying his cheek on your shoulder.
・❥・Even the ever stoic Ocarina player looks more...relaxed when you come up to him, demanding a piggy back across the swampy bog. Little you demanding something from Time sparks something in Sage.
・❥・He knew that Time was just as scarred as he was when it came to trusting people. He had been burned in the same way, hand scorned when offered too many times.
・❥・That's part of what gets him to settle just a bit.
・❥・He doesn't start any cuddle parties, don't get it twisted, but if you wanna sit next to him while he's restringing a bow, he won't say no.
・❥・But start slow. He's like an easily startled deer in this situation. Only you never know if the deer is gonna buck and curse you out, stomping away, or if it's going to simply turn on its heel and reinstate the original distance he kept between the two of you.
・❥・But once you've gotten past the initial stage where he's simply scared of getting hurt again, Sage has an absolute heart of pure mush for you And you alone.
・❥・You see, once you've proven that you're hard to get rid of, he takes it as a sign. Especially if you've spent quite a bit of time together.
・❥・ He'll start slow. Sitting next to you while he fiddles with his Purah pad, or setting his bed mat closer to yours than before, but when you accept these without question, or, goddess forbid, encourage them- oh ho ho-
・❥・He is the clingiest bastard. Like, you will have no time alone.
・❥・(Forgot this was a yandere blog, did ya? Well I'm here to remedy that! >:))
・❥・He is constantly hovering over your every move. You wanna sit under a tree and read? He's laying his head on your lap, expecting head scratches the entire time and loudly complaining if you don't give them. You wanna go for a swim in a nearby lake? He's joining you in the water, no questions asked, making sure you don't drown, even if you're a great swimmer. He's got that Zora armor, and even if he doesn't wear it, he's spent enough time with Sidon to become a great swimmer. You wanna take a freaking nap in a tree?...Are you nuts? Sage would never let you nap in a tree, are you kidding? He has a much comfier lap with arms wide open for you to crawl into.
・❥・You fool.
・❥・Once he's established that you're not going anywhere, not for a while at least, he is all over you.
・❥・Like, this man, who's used to traveling along? He's switching up everything. Extra shields for you (Because he is not giving you any weapons. At all), extra potions, carrying snacks in his Purah pad, extra bed mats and blankets, extra armor and gear (Like snowquill jackets and fire breaker sets).
・❥・He's a secret mother hen he just hides it.
・❥・When you guys are traveling, he's in your presence constantly. Like never out of arm's reach. He has in fact bitten someone for trying to fight him for his spot (Rip Wars).
・❥・He will in fact do it again because when he's in arms length he has so many possibilities. Like you are right there.
・❥・He's pressing swift kisses to your temples, cheeks, even your lips when he gets cheeky enough, before moving on like nothing happened.
・❥・He's walking with your fingers knotted with his own, rubbing his thumb along your skin.
・❥・He's not only moving his sleeping mat beside yours, oh no, they are touching they're so close and he's clinging to you in his sleep.
・❥・And he is heavy. Like he is clinging to you like a Koala bear in his sleep.
・❥・You are not safe. He snores and drools and you're just gonna have to put up with that. Sorry not sorry. He just sleeps so well when he's with you! He can't help it!
・❥・It burns the other Links, but there's not much they can do because, let's be honest, you like having Sage's attention.
・❥・It's something well earned and you deserve to enjoy it.
・❥・Just don't let him get used to it. Who knows what he would do if that happened?
・❥・Unrelated, but how do you feel about, say, Tarrey Town?
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starlight727 · 19 days
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Shadow Milk x Reader but it's the Megamind rain scene (I had a vision)
I'm not a fanfic writer, so expect this to be a bit rushed and written badly in some parts 🤷🏻‍♀️😅
Tw violence, stabbing, severing limbs
Shadow Milk Cookie had been terrorizing the city you lived in for as long as you could remember, he either manipulated other Cookies to fight each other or he just made his presence known to random Cookies by playing pranks on them and spreading lies and let chaos ensue.
Sure, he’s a huge menace to society who likes to play God and tortures all Cookiekind for his own entertainment, but there was something about him that made you wonder if he was more than just a dangerously devious trickster. It was the way he interacted with you.
Ever since you two first met, before all hell broke loose, he saw you on the news announcing the latest on the new museum dedicated to the city’s hero. He was so interested in you he wanted to talk to you all day everyday, but he felt too shy to do so, yet he yearned for the day he could fearlessly walk up to you and introduce himself.
After his corruption, his love for you grew so much that it turned into an obsession, he couldn’t bear to be away from you for much longer, so the next best thing was to kidnap you every chance he got to hang out with you, until the city’s Hero eventually saves you and takes you away from him. He absolutely HATES IT when they do that, how dare they take away his favorite Cookie in the world and leave him alone to rot in his lonesome?? He'd rather have that so-called Hero torn limb from limb like ripping a doll's limbs off, so he came up with the brilliant idea to write them off the story by stabbing them 37 times in the chest and leaving their body in the middle of a dark alley, where someone found it and everyone mourned the selfless Hero for days. You even made an announcement for the news about the topic, you were holding back tears, something Shadow Milk Cookie did not like to see. He hated to see you feeling sad, especially since you were sad about the Hero's death because why would you feel that way over someone so weak like them?? You were better off with a much stronger, smarter, extremely more handsome Cookie than some piece of cardboard he called the Hero, he thought to himself.
A few days later, Shadow Milk Cookie decided to disguise himself as a regular Cookie, naming himself "Blueberry Muffin Cookie". He thought that it was finally time to shoot his shot and start hanging out with you again after the whole "dead hero" thing. You first met Blueberry Muffin Cookie while you were revisiting the museum for the third time in the same week. He seemed kind and gentle with you, he didn't talk much but did make the effort to listen to you, so you didn't feel so lonely. You two started hanging out after the museum encounter, you went to an art gallery, had a few picnics in the park and you were just having a wonderful time.
You didn't realize you were in love with him until he complimented your laugh after he told you a really good joke. You always thought your laugh sounded weird, everyone pointed it out constantly and it made you feel annoyed and insecure about it. But once he told you how much he liked your laugh and how cute it was, you swore you felt something burning in your heart, your face was a bright red and your smile was so genuine it made Blueberry Muffin Cookie blush for a moment. Oh, how he loved you so much, he loved everything about you: Your beautiful face, your kind and courageous self, and that sweet laugh of yours.
After many dates, you both wanted to keep seeing each other. You were so excited for the day that you two could hang out again, you wanted to see his adorable face again, you were giggling and kicking your feet from just thinking about him! Shadow Milk Cookie, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about you, he had so many pictures of you, he even had a plushie of you that he made himself for cuddling and playing with. Finally, you arranged a date at a fancy restaurant for both of you and Blueberry Muffin Cookie was SO EXCITED about it that he hugged you and lifted you up in the air, spinning around with you in his arms, both of you laughing heartily. When he stopped spinning, the laughing died down and he put you down next to him, both of you looking at each other and staring into each other's gorgeous eyes. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, a soft smile and left by saying goodbye and see you tomorrow to him, which made him freeze in his place, put his hand on the cheek you kissed, turn as blue as a blueberry and smile so much that it almost made his face hurt. He was so happy to have you by his side, he felt extremely lucky to have you with him.
The next day came and Shadow Milk Cookie was preparing for the night of the restaurant date as fast as he could, when he was reday he tried his best to contain his energy because he was too impatient. He wanted the day to go faster so he could finally see you again. Finally, it was night time at the fancy restaurant, the sky looked like it was gonna rain soon, Cookies were eating and hanging out either outside or in the same restaurant you were in. Some were talking about what they did during their day, others were worried about the next Beast Cookie attack.
But none of that mattered because you were about to eat dinner with the most wonderful Cookie in the world, Blueberry Muffin Cookie. You were waiting patiently for him to show up, he came up to you all dressed up in his finest suit, while you were wearing a beautiful purple dress. You both talked the night away while enjoying the food you ordered. Everything was going great, all the Cookies talking around you ceased to exist, it was just you and your beloved. Things got even better when both of you started to lean in closer to each other, looked at each other, closed your eyes and finally shared a long, soft kiss. You wished this moment could last forever, Blueberry Muffin Cookie Shadow Milk Cookie felt the same way, but something about him was off. Turns out he was using a lot of his magic for the disguise for so long that he was running out of it faster than he thought, he was feeling exhausted from all the energy he spent on keeping the disguise, but now was not the time to think about, now was time to enjoy the rest of the night with your beloved Cookie and... wait... is it just him or did everyone start screaming and crying all of a sudden?
Unfortunately, it wasn't just him hearing all of that, you were hearing it as well. You opened your eyes to see what was going on, and that's when pure, unbridled shock shot through you, you had just realized what everyone was screaming about: you were kissing the monstrous Beast of Deceit, Shadow Milk Cookie! Shadow Milk Cookie opened his eyes and all he saw was true fear in your eyes, he was confused when you shoved him away from you. Your breath was heavy and your mind was rushing through so many thoughts all at once, but the one thought you couldn't shake was the fact that you were hanging out with Shadow Milk Cookie all this time!
"What? What??" He said in a confused yet concerned tone, then his face became pale after he noticed his hands were back to normal, this meant that his disguise wore off! He gasped and exclaimed in a panicked way, saying "DON'T LOOK AT ME!!" while trying to cover your face with his hands being close to his, hoping you wouldn't see him. "It's just a technical glitch! Don't look yet!" he added while trying to gather as much power as he could to change his appearance again, but every time he changed, it would be the other Cookie disguises he's used over the years. Some Cookies were able to recognize the disguises, others were shocked at the fact that he could have been right next to them and they wouldn't have noticed! He changed into a completely different Cookie who wasn't Blueberry Muffin Cookie and said "Where were we?", trying his absolute best to make things go back to normal. But you weren't having it, you quickly grabbed your cup of water and splashed him instantly, making him squirm, revealing his true self.
"You!"
"Now, now hold on!"
"YOU!"
Lighting strikes close by, it started raining a few minutes ago, luckily you were walking under roofs so you wouldn't get soggy. You walked away from the restaurant, avoiding eye contact with any other Cookies you walked past. How could you have been so stupid? It should have been obvious that Blueberry Muffin Cookie was Shadow Milk Cookie from the beginning, but it wasn't! That's how good Shadow Milk Cookie was at disguising himself as another Cookie, he changed his entire personality just to be with you... and that... actually sounds like a big commitment for a common Cookie like yo- WAIT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! He was clearly using you for one of his evil plans, that had to be it!
Suddenly, a dark mist drifted closer and closer to you, the blue eyes in the shadows gave you a good idea of who it was. "I can explain!" said Shadow Milk Cookie as he came out of the dark mist he created, but you just turned around and growled at this pathetic attempt of redemption. Shadow Milk Cookie got slightly annoyed at this gesture, but he knew he shouldn't feel that way, after all, he's the one who lied to you about everything.
"What about everything you just said? About judging a book by its cover?!" he mentioned something you talked about in the restaurant, something about not judging a book by its cover or a Cookie from the outside. It was something he felt very relieved about because he asked you if you would still enjoy his company if he was blue and unhinged, to which you said yes, which made his heart beat faster and his face shine brighter. One thing you mentioned about the "judging a book" thing tho was... you judge Cookies based on their actions. He said that it seemed kind of petty, which made you laugh, something he enjoyed very much, but the thought of you judging him based on his actions felt like a threat to him, which didn't sit well with him. He would just have to keep the disguise forever until the end of your days (he didn't like to think about that)... until...
"Well, let's take a look at the contents then, shall we?" You started, which made Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes widen by just a bit. "You killed the Hero", you shoved him slightly by tapping his chest, making him stumble backwards, he was not proud of what the situation was turning into, especially since he was the main focus of the drama in a horrible way. "You terrorized the citizens", you shoved him again, his guilt showing on his face. "And then, you actually got me to CARE about you!", you clutched your head for a few seconds before letting go, Shadow Milk Cookie was NOT enjoying this one bit, he loved drama but this was completely different.
"Why are you so evil?? Tricking me?! What could you possibly hope to gain?" you asked and pondered about your question as you looked as Shadow Milk Cookie look down for a moment then look back up again at you with his pupils being a lot bigger than they usually are. He genuinely felt sorry about lying to you, you noticed that by staring into his eyes for a good amount of time and came to a gut-wrenching conclusion: He was in love with you.
Your eyes widened in shock, Shadow Milk Cookie noticed and raised his head with wide eyes as well, what was your final answer? "Wait a minute, oh... I don't believe this..." you began, this made his guts twist in an unpleasant way, he grabbed his full body suit (on the belly area) tightly, making it get wrinkled, he didn't want to hear the next part. "Did you really think that I would ever... be with you?" you finished, SHATTERING Shadow Milk Cookie's evil little heart, it was over, it was so over... he didn't want to let you go, but he had to, he had kept you in the dark for far too long, it would be immoral to drag you into any more problems. Finally, grabbing as much willpower as he could, he responded with "No."
You didn't think he meant that, but you didn't want to stay and find out, so you walked away. As you were getting farther away from him, all Shadow Milk Cookie could do was stare at you, he stretched his hand out to you a bit, but quickly retracted it due to the shame he was feeling. This was the first time he actually felt bad about tricking someone, that someone was you, and he couldn't forgive himself. He turned his gaze down, looking at the floor, he felt something running down his cheeks but can't tell if they're raindrops or teardrops. Either way, it didn't matter, he lost you forever, so he hugged himself to try to fill the void where his heart was, and walked away while still hugging himself, he needed to feel something other than guilt and sorrow.
Something he didn't notice, or even tried to, was you... looking back at him. Even though he lies to you about his true self, you still felt something for him. He put in a lot of effort to talk to you, no one had ever done that for you before. You were usually alone most of the time and not that many Cookies wanted to talk to you, but you felt like Shadow Milk Cookie had made a real connection with you, you never felt so loved by someone else before. He made you laugh, he made you smile, he very much enjoyed your company and you loved him just as much as he loved you. He loved you for who you are, he let you be yourself without judging you, he was all you could ever ask for...
But right now is not the best moment to think about that, so you turned your head and walked away again, straight to the apartment you live in. There, you continued to think about all that just happened and all the times you spent with the blue jester, and you couldn't explain your feelings very well. Meanwhile, Shadow Milk Cookie was sulking in his Spire, regretting lying to you and letting you go, but leaving you was the right thing to do. You two just needed some space to think about stuff, and maybe... just maybe... you two could end up on good terms again. But that depends on the choices you make, so all that can be said is... think about it.
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fakesimp · 10 months
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Twisted Passion
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Warning !
Nsfw ; Yandere! Eki ; Dark Sorcerer! Hikarino ; Mentions of Blood, Killing, Kidnapping ; Mentions of Cursing ; Knife play ; Unestablished Poly Relationship
I am writing this, outside what I usually write, I will write a bit of gore at the beginning in this fic, and if you're uncomfortable with it apologies
A/n !
Seeing everyone want to read it so willingly, I am glad everyone is up for the Idea fuu..
And this, might be almost the same with The Sorcerer or The Demon fic, split into parts so—
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Laughter, the sound of flesh getting stabbed again, and again,
And again,
And again,
Soon followed with the sound of fire burning, something, or a person to be exact.
The sound of screaming, can be heard echoing from the dark.
. . .
Trembling, closing your eyes tight, covering your mouth, trying not to let any sound out from your lips.
Footsteps slowly echoing louder, and louder, going towards your direction, soon it stopped, stopped right behind your hiding spot, taking a deep breath, you were planning to peek over, you see a shadow looming above you.
But before you could react, it was already too late.
"Found you, little bunny."
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Gasping for air, as if you were drowning, looking around you, scanning the room you're in, none of this are familiar to you, you're all alone.
But then, somebody walked into the room, his eyes are green, he looked over at you, his stare felt cold. He walk up to your figure on the bed, his hand slowly reaching out towards your face. Making you flinch backwards, and that successfully made him stop half way.
He retracted his arms, eyes narrowed slightly, he then massaged the bridge of his nose, you can sense the annoyance in his action, he then turned around, walking back towards the door, he look over his shoulder, "I'll confront him about his actions, now rest." His voice, sounded angelic when you heard it, despite his, not so friendly appearance.
After he said that he walked out from the room and closing the door behind him, "... How did I ended up here..." You whispered to yourself as you stared down at the blanket covering half of your body.
. . .
Hikarino, slams the door open with a bit of force from his sorcery, "Eki." He said as he barges into The grey-red haired male's room, "What the fuck Hikarino? Are you trying to split my door into half?" Eki, growled.
Eki was wiping his lovely knife in his hand with a napkin, wiping the blood off his beautiful knife. "They flinched when I tried to reach out to them, what did you do to them before they passed out? They're now scared to be touched." The green-purple haired male bites back, making the other look over at him, blankly staring at Hikarino. Slowly a smirk creeps up, "Yeah? They're lucky I didn't cut their legs off" "Eki." The dark Sorcerer growled.
"Okay okay, I maybe a bit rough on them before I bought them here" Eki admitted, making the sorcerer sigh, "Next time, I'll be the one to pick them up if they are to escape our grasp" Hikarino walked out the room, leaving the door open behind him, also a grumpy Eki.
"At least close the damn door Hikarino, fuck sake."
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Hikarino went to the kitchen, summoning his shikigamis to cook, and no, he doesn't really trust himself to cook for humans. After awhile, the food is done and he led the Shikigamis to your room.
He knocked and walked in, you're nowhere to be found. "God, now where did they go." Hikarino wave his hand towards his shikigamis to put the tray of food down, Hikarino walked out of your room.
"meht dnif." Hikarino chanted, and with that his shikigamis spreads throughout the mansion, it doesn't take him more than a minute for him to got information from his shikigamis that you're with Eki.
"Not again." He sighed in frustration and immediately went to the red head's room.
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"Aww.. are you scared little bunny?~ I haven't even done anything bad to you" He said, but may the Gods help you, since lord that sinister sadistic smile of his just. Make you feel so much emotions.
Afraid?
Interested?
Only you and God knows what's happening to you, You don't know who to trust amongst these guys, that man with a piercing green eyes? Or this man in front of you who had the most sadistic smile.
"Oh don't worry, as long as you listen to what I say, nothing. Nothing bad will happen to you, at least." When I tell you his knife is dangerously drawing closer and closer to your neck, and he slowly showed his wicked smile.
"Eki."
Your body slumped down as you heard a familiar voice coming behind the grey-red haired male, making this man called 'Eki' dropped his knife down, his smile also disappeared. "Get off" The green purple haired male demanded and then, "You're no fun Hikarino, Maybe I should've gone out from the Mansion so I can have much more fun" Eki said as he moved away from you.
Hikarino blankly stare at you, "How did you got here" "I, I was told to come here.." you replied a bit hesitant. "Who told you to?" You didn't reply, instead you just glance at Eki who's been staring at you sinisterly on his chair, his chin resting on his palm. Hikarino, doesn't even need to spare a glance. Even only for a moment, he knew who's the culprit.
"Why did you told them to come here," he paused, "Eki? " Earning a low chuckle from the red head, "Again, It's because I want to have fun and," he trailed off for a moment, "Know them even more" he smirked as he stare at you before glancing over at the green-purple haired male.
You stare at these two men glaring at each other, burning holes to each other. You gulped, then gather up some courage to ask, "Why, ...why am I here?"
Both of them stopped and look over at you, Eki' stare is so, cold, also threatening, for a moment. "Little bunny want to know?" He asked, making you now regretting your choice to ask. "It' simple," he shrugged and leaned back to the chair even further,
"It's because I am interested in you" he said, it took you a moment to process what he just said. This psychopath? Interested, in you? Why? Does he want to torture you and find pleasure from it? Questions after question started to appear one after another.
"Don't mind him, come, I'll take you back to your room" Hikarino said as he gently put his hand on your back, leading you out of Eki's room.
After walking in silence for who knows how long, you've finally arrived at your room. "Am I, going to be.. killed?" You hesitantly asked Hikarino who's reheating your food, "No, what made you think of that?" You went silent. "Don't mind Eki, he won't kill you. You're lucky enough to get into his good side"
His good side?! What good side is there from him smiling like a sadist while pointing his knife at you???? Or perhaps, maybe you do kinda like how he threatened you. Maybe.
"Once he said he's interested, that means you're on his good side, because, if he's not. You won't be here, breathing." The green-purple haired male continued bluntly as he put down the plate and placed a small table in front of you, "Eat, I'll wait for you to finish"
And somehow, you peacefully ate the food, also his presence, Hikarino, bought you solace even for a moment. His aura, is just different from Eki.
Hikarino have only been minding his own business in the room, silently reading a book? No it' some type of scrolls. He noticed you staring at him, "What? Are you also Interested in dark sorcery?" You blinked and immediately shook your head. "N, no.. sorry for staring" you apologized as you averting your eyes away from him.
He's quiet for a good minute, but then he spoke up, "It's fine"
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If only you can see his eyes glisten in curiosity, seems like you got yourself some handful men to deal with.
"Stop smiling, To see how down bad you are, made me pity you, for not being able to receive anything back from me" Eki said, "Who am I talking with?" He smirked, "You, of course."
"Yeah, you who's reading this, and stop looking around like an idiot, stop smiling too, that smile only reserved for me no one else should see that, even the fucking ghosts in your room"
©fakesimp . 2023
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Wew ! That's quite a journey, I'll post the next part after a few days ! And It'll probably the last part fufu~ but who knows, we'll see..
|| -> Part II
A/n !
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icosaur · 11 months
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Rosa
König x FemReader one-shot
smut, no y/n mentioning, idk what else to say 💀
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tbh i forgot how to do all this 🧍‍♀️
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Numerous worn-out bodies spread out on the dirty ground outside of the facility, directly owned and operated by the military organization, Special Forces, to be exact. One of its branches sheltered military equipment and personnel, as well as facilitated training and operations.
Exactly where the most recent training was held, for abilities and skills enhancement, as well as to the betterment of battlefield performance.
The captain, making sure the training on the field of the same base had been successful, judging by the loud and heavy breathing, as well as mixed cursing, praised every single soldier and signed off with a quick hand motion.
Trainings were always hardcore.
Running for an elongated period of time was one of them, with every possible kind of physical activity on top of that, trialing your limits and will to fight.
Gun training was a personal favorite: absolutely zero complications or increased load. Simply be there, have the correct stance, and let out all your pent-up anger through the bullets, penetrating the target, upholstered with a thick, stained tarpaulin. The stains were in the form of circles; the main goal was to hit the smallest mark in the center. If you do manage to impress the senior supervisor with your spectacular shooting and zeal to hone the skill - you might get a silent nod of approval if you're lucky enough.
"I can't feel my legs," a cry for help came from you, laying on the ground covered with pebbles and sand. The sharp stones would painfully stab the exposed, sweaty skin, leaving numerous marks on the arms, but it was nothing compared to the exercises you were forced to put your stamina through.
Multiple footsteps were decorating the territory, and more were appearing as your teammate was headed to the location you resided in, not so far from his previous position. Laying on your back, your eyes closed, as you tried to regulate the upped breathing due to the advanced type of running, including jumping over the obstacles this time.
"Get up, softy," a quiet giggle followed right after a command coming from your friend and teammate by fate. König, standing straight with his feet near your head, casted a merciful shadow over your face and upper body, protecting it from the cunning sun rays.
The ruthless burning-orange sun was soon camouflaged by the smoke-grey, bubbly clouds, letting out a few raindrops, pitying the droughty land. One of the cold drops landed on your face, to which you scrunched your eyebrows, and, by opening your eyes a bit, saw König hold his hand out, palm up while staring at the hoary sky above.
"Looks like it's going to rain," the palm of his, wetted with the same raindrops, was brushed against the fabric of his tan pants to dry it up swiftly. He reached his hand out for you to grab on it and appear near him, so you and other soldiers could return to base. Not breaking eye contact, you caught his palm in a tight squeeze, and he easily lifted your figure, pulling you a bit closer to him on purpose. Quickly pushing him away with a hand to his chest, you chuckled and left him standing behind for a couple of seconds. He simply rushed after you, unaware of a chuffed grin pushing your cheeks apart.
Friday, the day the weekly movie evening was held in the common room of the base for all comers. Usually, the movie was picked up by the best performer at the trainings during the day.
"Fight Club!" one of the soldiers, who managed to amaze the supervisor previously got the chance to pick a movie, just to be judged right after. The flow of group booing and complaining echoed in the halls of the base once the choice was revealed, "okay, guys! We can watch "The Wolf of Wall Street" then?" the poor guy hurried after the bunch of people rushing away from the kitchen to the rooms they reside in.
To prepare for the upcoming evening, you decided to wash up and change clothes soaked in sweat, pain, and dirt.
"Okay, so we meet in your room as usual?" König watched you turn around in the doorframe to face him. A usual procedure, as your room was closer to the rest area. Both his hands jammed into his armpits as he noticed a second of hesitation in your eyes that was cleared out as soon as you spoke.
"Yeah," a light nod in reply, "as usual," you returned his own words with a blow of air through your nose, mimicking a chuckle.
Besides the previous hesitation, in your gaze, there was something else. An unreadable emotion slipped through leaving him wondering.
His eyes explored your tired body subtly right before you closed the door, making him disappear to finally get some time for yourself.
König walked out of the shower adjacent to his room, completely naked, with a little towel on his head that helped him dry his hair in ruffling motions. His eyes inspected the reflection of his body, barely fitting in the mirror attached to the wardrobe doors. A sly smirk bloomed once he flexed every muscle in the arm facing the mirror, clearly proud of the beefy frame standing in an imposing manner, with a feeling of deep satisfaction in his own achievements and will to get the best-looking body on the base. The great height, making him the tallest as well, would only multiply the perkiness. Every part of him seemed to be sculpted by the most skillful carver, that took his time to define every muscle. From broad shoulders and a vast back to a slutty thin waist that you'd drool over secretly once he wore tight-fitting clothes. Thick thighs with tactical gear and straps on them, the biceps the size of your head, you name it. The rest was hidden under those damn clothes. However, the poking through his pants bulge signified he wasn't complaining.
Once in a while, during training he'd reveal the toned abdomen by wiping his face with the bottom of the shirt still covering his chest. Little did he know you inspected the exposed-to-the-sight parts in the reflection of your wide knife blade, one side of which had a mirror-like surface, by pretending you were polishing it with a random piece of cloth.
"I don't look that bad," a quiet comment followed right after he finally relaxed all the tensed-up muscles, dropping his shoulders to their initial position. He knew damn well what he looked like, receiving compliments even from the seniors during trainings, but chose to stay humble, as every so often the compliments would even leave him flustered. Depends on who they're coming from.
The only person that wouldn't say anything in regards to his appearance - was his friend. The one he was on the way to, watching his feet shuffle from walking. It's like you ignored his physical characteristics, which was weird, as it was all he usually heard about himself from others. Not that he wanted you to talk about his body, but it was still a little weird. It's almost like you didn't care about him. König liked to overthink things.
"Come in!" a familiar voice yelled out from behind the door; once a couple of knocks let you know he was outside your room. By peaking in quietly, König was greeted with an unexpectedly empty space, guessing you were still getting ready in the concealed bathroom, "I'm almost ready," your head peeked out from the ajar door, revealing still wet hair as well as steam forming above your head. The door slammed once again, as you were now in a rush and didn't want to flash him accidentally.
Without an uttered word, König stood there waiting. Letting his eyes wander across the room, he noticed the clothes you wore on the floor, left there previously. Next in sight were your personal belongings spread around on the table. Then the neatly done bed, a habit from the military, and the last thing he inspected was your nightstand: especially the one thing that caught his attention, something he hadn't seen before.
The curiosity won, so he forced his body forward, closer to the nightstand, to examine the thing of a bright-pink color. König, making sure the door to the bathroom was still sealed, inclined ahead, studying the item eagerly.
"What is this?" his finger tipped the item over to reveal a little button on the side, "a Bluetooth speaker?" an apparent confusion in his quiet question addressed to himself. The item mimicked a specific flower - a rose, with petals and a little power-on button, creating even more puzzlement in his mind.
Once your hair was however you intended for it to be, a sigh of relief shot past your lips, and with one last look in the mirror, you stepped out of the bathroom about to say something. The sight before your eyes interrupted the train of thoughts you wished to reveal to the man waiting for you.
"You shouldn't bring speakers in the shower," König turned around with the rose-shaped item on the surface of his palm.
Vibrating crazily, as if it was its last day functioning.
The uncanny blank expression slowly emerging upon your face couldn't describe the horror you felt seeding its way into your soul, sending you into a frozen state immediately.
"It stopped working now," innocently mentioning some water drops, dwelling the exterior area of the item, he forced your cheeks to burn in a matter of seconds.
The stupidly forgotten on the nightstand vibrator that you used in the shower not so long ago was now buzzing on his flattened palm as he tried to shake the water out of the so-called "speaker" to hopefully fix it, in his understanding.
"Please, leave it be," your head fell low to hide the embarrassment filling your closed-shut eyes.
"No, I can fix it, it's okay," König wouldn't let it go, putting the item to his ear after shaking it vigorously hoping of hearing the music coming out.
"König," your hands were folded in front of your face in a praying manner, gathering all the bravery in your unsteady body, "what would I connect a speaker to here to listen to music?"
In hopes of bringing some understanding to his consciousness, your question resounded, barely audible, enough for him to hear and stop the silly actions. Obviously bedazzled, he paused and furrowed his eyebrows, with a blank stare pointed at the wall now.
"Right.." he nodded, "so it's not a speaker?" König inspected the vibrating item once again after turning it off by pushing the same button.
Your fingers squeezed the bridge of your nose in disbelief at the situation happening at the moment, "no! Now, please, put it back, and let's go."
By turning around, you hoped to hide from the man but were stopped by another question.
"What is it then?" the curiosity took over him once again as he indirectly declined your offer to leave.
"Nothing!" you protested, omitting his eyes glued to you, hoping he'd leave it be. But he wouldn't.
Quite intrigued with the thing, he turned it on again as if the realization was almost there to grasp on, but he wanted you to say it. The vibrating coming from behind you let you know he was now in a playful mood; however you weren't, as the situation was embarrassing enough already, but his action was doubling the effect. You turned around slowly to meet the slightly squinted eyes projecting a somewhat arrogant gaze pointed in your direction. His fingers holding the item were quivering from the waves of vibration.
"Fine, you're an adult anyways," the defeated exhale summed up your words, "it's a vibrator," barely audible confession was muffled as your fingers rubbed your eyes in disbelief.
"A what?" the question with a hint of sneer forced your eyes to roll back, and with a quiet -𝘵𝘴𝘬- you repeated, annoyed.
"A vibrator!" both your hands hid your embarrassed face as you extruded the same answer again through the palms, but louder this time, pressing your lips together in a thin line right after. Your arms appeared crossed on your chest defensively. And only then you noticed him coming closer; despite being a colossal figure, he could creep and you wouldn't even be able to hear it.
König was never indifferent to you, and you knew it very well, regardless of him trying to hide it. You'd catch his glances here and there, especially when he believed he stayed unnoticeable. So seeing his demeanor change from a usually calm to a more assertive one was something new that you had yet to experience. And it was happening right now, forcing your heart to beat faster at the sight of König almost hovering above you. Only when your back touched the wall you realized he made you take a couple of steps back involuntarily. Your attention was drawn to the rose in his hand and how the vibrating part of it massaged the tip of his middle finger. His eyes darted from the toy to your eyes, focused on it.
Under other circumstances, you'd find this weird and creepy, but not with König. Not when the arousal forced heat to your cheeks and created a swirl of butterflies in your stomach. He most likely noticed the effect this had on you. What started as a simple tease - very soon played a bad joke on him too. The raging boner pressed against the seam of his pants once the complete understanding settled in his mind. Judged by how suddenly smitten you got, which had never happened before, it clicked.
What could you possibly do in your room with a toy other than pleasure yourself? And who was on your mind during the particular time? How much he wished it was him, as when he was left alone with his lewd dreams - you were always the reason for that.
"You've touched yourself thinking about me?" the last remaining shreds of self-control and sanity in a trembling body of yours were frayed and threatening to snap at any moment. The question alone inflated you like a balloon; meeting his gaze at the same time would be the peak of awkwardness that would make the balloon burst in a second. So not wishing to give yourself away so easily, you replied with a scoff:
"What? Nonsense," still omitting the drilling eyes, you shifted, trying to get away from the suffocating energy coming off him.
"Then why do you react like that?"
"Like what-" before you could finish the counterquestion, the touch of his fingers on your cheek destroyed any ability to continue speaking. Feeling how hot your cheek is under the cold tips of his fingers and the jerk at the sudden touch, no more spoken answers were needed. One of your little dreams came to life - to feel the gentle and peaceful touch of his hands on your bare skin, so you automatically leaned into the embrace of the soft palm.
His hands were scarred from murder for life and yet you trusted them completely. He and you both knew he would never lay a hand on you in any other way besides lovingly.
Being too stubborn, you waited for the moment he made the first step, acting so tough and untouchable, when in reality, whenever your hand pleasured your sweet spots - it was his hands you imagined, whining to yourself pathetically. How much you wish to feel the skin-to-skin contact with him - is a secret only you know about.
Shamefaced, you finally met his eyes. His were full of similar emotion. Lust mixed with curiosity. Add tiresome from training to that, and voilá - those bedroom eyes stuck on yours with nothing but desire written all over them.
"So have you?" he asked as if he was waiting for the green light to proceed with whatever he came up.
"Yes," no reason to lie anymore, as everything was clear as day, and the excitement in you wiped off all the shyness. That reply formed a mischievous lurk on his face. Even though it was hidden under a mask, it was so evident due to the crease forming between his eyebrows. His hand never left your cheek, simply exploring it with his thumb until it traveled down to brush against your lower lip. Just to try and see how you would react to that. A short exhale slipped out of your mouth as his thumb tugged on your lip, feeling the anticipation of tasting it grow inside him stronger. The aftertouch loomed on your lip likewise a tingling sensation.
He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise. Despite that, something so simple was more than enough to wake up the ardor hiding deep in both your souls.
The still vibrating toy that almost fell out of his relaxed hand, as he was now focused on the person in front of him, brought both your attention to it.
"I've been thinking about you too," he admitted, his eyes locked onto the toy.
"What do you mean?" almost fearfully, you asked, acting oblivious to the obvious fact. The heart bumping against your chest in rapid motions, about to combust into tiny pieces.
"Oh, different things," the toy shifted in his grasp so that he could feel the vibrations on the tip of his fingers, "it feels so good," he murmured under his breath. His voice hitched so slightly it was almost impossible to hear.
He'd catch himself stare at you putting chapstick on your lips, vividly imagining you on your knees and the chapstick being the moistened tip of his dick instead. Dragging the swollen tip across your plumped from arousal lips just to shove it deep down your throat. Sometimes you knew he was watching, executing the action a bit more spicier on purpose.
More confidently now, you observed him maneuver the rose with his fingers as the tip of his middle finger massaged the tip of the toy, "want me to touch you like this?"
The squeezed-together thighs were such an obvious answer for him, but he decided to play your own game and force words and confessions out of you. The hand, that never broke the contact with your face, slowly slid down your neck. The thumb traveled down the middle of your throat. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his thumb slightly pressing into the larynx, squeezing words out of you.
"Mhm," a sore whimper was pushed out.
"But you have to use your words," he leaned in so close, you could feel his hot breath through the mask on your cheek; the mask creating a barrier between you two made you curse in your head. As tasting his lips was another dream of yours.
"Touch me," you whispered back, more assertively, knowing precisely what you want him to do to you, "please."
"That's a good girl," the sighed-out words grazed against the skin of your cheek, whipping the excitement up even more, "tell me how you want it."
"Everywhere," he watched your lips form words, as the reminiscing of lonely nights surfaced in your memory, "tender, rough, anything."
Your head tilted to the side to prolongate the feeling of his hand attached to your neck once he proceeded, and his fingers ghosted over your exposed collarbones. He jerked his head toward your neck, soaking up your quiet whimpers. Your shoulders tensed up as soon as his nose rubbed against the side of your neck. Feeling his hand slide down even more, repeating the shape of your body, to rest on your butt cheek just to grab it roughly and pull you closer to him. Sudden motion forced both your hands to grab onto his shoulders and travel up his neck with a gasp being caught in your throat. Your eyes met again, both projecting a wild emotion. The emotion of aching desire to be closer to each other, feel each other on a different level, a sensible one—the level when all the senses skyrocket with inhumane force.
Both heartbeats sped up to the point you could hear it in your ears, once your fingers hooked onto the edges of his mask to pull it up hastily. His reddened lips, which you wished to feel on you so bad, were parted, awaiting for the sinful action. You two, simultaneously leaning in finally closed the distance, uniting in a passionate, desired kiss.
"I want you so bad," you whined right into his mouth, tearing yourself away from him, unable to deal with the aching desire between your legs. His knee wouldn't let you squeeze your thighs anymore.
"You do?"
"Yes, so much."
"That's what I want to hear," he sucked onto your lower lip afterwards, as his tongue kept exploring your mouth, hindering the words coming out, "you sound so sweet, I want to hear more."
Him whimpering into the kiss would hypnotize you even more, forcing you to submit to him immediately. No one should wield that kind of power with just their voice, but there you were - shivering from ardor and ready to bend over backwards for him.
His hand snaked between your legs to caress the inside of your thigh, not breaking the make-out session. The smacking sounds of your mouths in hungry contact created even more painfully stabbing butterflies spreading in your ribcage. Each little suck or tongue swirl transformed into a thrilling tingle storming in both of your stomachs.
The tight fist still holding the toy was pressed next to your head to the wall. The vibrations brought your attention to it, so you had to break the kiss.
"Turn it off. The battery will die," you barely exhaled the words while he sucked onto your neck, tracing the bites with his tongue.
"Why don't we use it?" he raised his head, huskily purring the offer. A sly smirk exposed his sharp canines that bruised your skin not so long ago.
"What are you saying?" a nervous laugh escaped your lungs. The thought of him using your own toy on you clouded your mind with embarrassment and eagerness. Two forces were fighting against each other in your mind as he awaited your answer. The answer that was evidently glowing in your eyes.
"I always imagined how I'm bending you over every possible surface and fuck the life out of you," he confessed, "why not add some fun to that?"
The confession alone forced your mouth agape. Not to say you didn't imagine it as well, but you never expected it actually to happen.
"I'm tired of talking," the fervor spilled out of him like an irrepressible avalanche. His own desire took over him completely. You, shivering from lust with those pleading eyes - is one sight he adores from now on.
You watched him get on his knees, your back still pressed to the wall securely as if you made at least one step, your body would collapse and turn into a puddle. His hands rested on your hips, holding them in place as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of the pants. One quick nod from you to answer the silent question in his gaze and he pushed them down swiftly, leaving you standing with your underwear only. He carefully took them off your ankles and threw the unnecessary clothes away, not as carefully. The underwear was next. The soaked cloth was pulled off even quicker, never breaking eye contact. His electric blue eyes studied the emotions your face expressed to see what exactly worked best for your pleasure. So far, he saw nothing but satisfaction in reply to every touch of his, and a bit of query for what's about to come.
Despite the sudden shyness, operating you once again due to being so vulnerable to his sight, you kept your eyes on him. His eyes reassured you he wanted nothing but the best for you. His hands kept caressing the soft-to-the-touch skin, slightly cold and covered with goosebumps from the temperature change. Leaning closer to your thighs, he left tender kisses all over them, getting closer to the desired spot with each kiss.
The smell of arousal made his head spin once he buried his nose into your crotch all of a sudden, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath was caught in your throat from unexpected actions. His hands securely on your butt pulled you closer to him while he swiped the tip of his nose upwards, rubbing it over your sensitive clit. Your eyes closed immediately, while you tried to regulate your breathing. His hot tongue teased your folds and pulsating hole, avoiding your clit on purpose. Feeling your legs tremble from standing on tippytoes, he maneuvered that way, your leg appeared on his shoulder for balance. Like a hungry animal that caught its prey, he was devouring every part of your warm pussy, in a bestial mannerism. Accidental glimpses from you let you know he rarely took his eyes off you as if he was sated with only the sight of you leaking all over his face, unable to contain the erotic sounds.
"König.. fuck, fuck," flushed, you repeated his name into the silence filled with wet noises. Your voice coated in heated nerves and a twingle of burning ache in your abdomen, clutching your hand on his shoulder until your nails dug into the flesh to what he growled, sending vibrations through your whole body. From head to toe the shockwave of delight shattered the weakened understanding of the situation.
"Can you hold it for me, please?" the whimpers coming from him did not help whatsoever. He knew you were close at how your hips advanced further to meet his tongue and your other hand covering your mouth. In the nick of time, to finish you off, he finally pressed the vibrating toy onto your clit, hoping the vibrator wouldn't die at an inappropriate time. With a sharp intake of air, the frantic cry from overstimulation managed to escape through the fingers pressed to your mouth, trying to keep it shut. But the pleasure was too much to handle.
"You're doing so good," his hand held your leg close to his shoulder as you strived to shut them close. Your back arched so hard it started to ache as well, simultaneously, the lower part of your body went numb. You're breathing heavily, whimpering, shutting your eyes to push through the stimulation.
"Look at me," he demanded. Instantly, you pop your eyes open to see the reason for the mush you became.
"That's my girl."
After taking a break to breathe for a quick second, he dived right back into you. His tongue taking care of every part it could reach, with a vibrator on top of that, and him changing modes to try all of them on you really demolished all the remains of adequate consciousness. The only thing you wished for - was to cum all over his pretty face, to see it glisten with your juices, but his pleadings were so sweet and whiny that you were forced to fight the force inside you from ripping you apart. Your hips jerked hastily at the abrupt pleasuring sensation gripping your lower body. The vibration was too intense and right against the most sensitive spot.
"You're so beautiful like this," the breaking point was his long, thick fingers separating your folds to slide inside you, knuckle-deep all at once. Quickly shoving them deeper and curling inside you, he wished to see you reach the peak of satisfaction. And with one last, prolonged and muffled moan, your hips stuttered vigorously once you released all the fluids onto his hand. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull in defeat. Squirming from him keeping the pace and vibrator still on you, you pleaded for him to stop; as it got to the point, your shaking legs simply gave up, and you let your back slide a little down the wall. He removed the toy that was still working, surprisingly, and before he could stand back up and take a good look at what a mess you became, he planted one last kiss on your pussy.
"So pretty," his eyes never got rid of that puppy look. His eyebrows rose at the sight of tears shimmering in your eyes.
Holding you securely, he got back on his feet. Both his hands were on your waist, pressing you closer to him in fear of letting you go.
"Are you okay?" an apparent worry bleeding into his tone.
"I'm fine," you chuckled holding onto his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling.
"You don't look fine," he teased.
"Then stop looking."
One thing you always did - was try to prove you were okay, dismissing any issues.
"I'm taking this from you," the rose showed up in front of your eyes as he shook it slightly, before hiding the toy in his pocket, "for later," he trailed off with a harmless shrug.
A couple of kisses planted on your frowned from his statement forehead very soon traveled down to locate your lips with his once again.
"Want to take care of the problem you created?" he smiled into the kiss once satisfied with it enough. His smirk was always halfway a smile, halfway a threat, and you never know what you'll get.
"What problem?" you snickered in reply to his question. With no ceremony, he grabbed your hand tenderly and placed it on his throbbing dick, which was about to rip his pants apart. Your eyes fell to examine the so-called problem. Feeling the size of his pumping dick in your palm, your eyes widened right when you looked back at him. Clearly satisfied with the reaction König pressed his entire body into yours again to drown anything you wanted to say to that in yet another amorous kiss.
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this might be the last short one-shot for now kinda wanna get back to writing long works again
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