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solangelotus · 4 months

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she’s thunderstorms

luke castellan x reader (MDNI)

beautiful patterns on the window pane

summary: you and luke agreed to be friends with benefits, but that all changes for you after a climactic moment together. luke knew his feelings before this agreement, but yours are a sudden revelation.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: zeus!reader, talks about greek tragedies/violence, angst if you squint, smut MDNI! (warnings under the cut). clarisse x silena. reader wears a bikini. percabeth mentions. reader has long enough hair for two braids

author’s note: this is based off of this post i saw! also, this is my first time writing something creatively in a whopping FIVE years! so please be kind <3 this will be a small series that i have planned out, but i want to see how this is received before committing!

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smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that), p in v, slight breeding kink maybe, praise, pet names. little bit of dom reader and sub luke but nothing too obvious

a forbidden child. gods and monsters alike all wanted you to pay for a life you didn’t even ask for. you had tried leaving camp occasionally, opting to try and live a somewhat normal life but it wasn’t possible as a child of the king of the gods. you always made your way back to camp half-blood, and back to the only place that feels like home.

this summer the heat is overwhelming. any day where you weren’t forced to teach combat or how to make friendship bracelets meant taking advantage of the empty beach that overlooked long island sound. your reprieve from the heat was typically spent with other campers. silena beauregard and clarisse la rue joined you today, and all three of you rested on towels underneath the bright sun.

“where’s luke?” clarisse asks, handing you a bowl of strawberries from the picnic basket you three had packed at lunch.

“oh, him and chris are stuck on dish duty,” silena explains with a shrug, not caring about the fact she’s to be blamed for their absences. “their cabin was a big mess this morning, and it was the nicest job i could give them. cabin nine is on stable duties right now. can’t have charlie thinking i’m soft on him. lee’s at an infirmary shift i think.”

“you are soft on him,” clarisse teases and silena scrunches her nose at her taller girlfriend. the latter shoves a strawberry into the former’s mouth with a laugh. “what? it’s no different than my friendship with chris, and i am not afraid to admit i’m soft on him. they're our exes.”

“y/n’s not soft on her exes, she’s only soft on her boy toy,” silena points out, and you lift your sunglasses to rest them on the top of your head. you narrow your eyes at the daughter of aphrodite.

“i don’t have any exes, and he is not my boy toy.”

“no, he’s just your best friend who you occasionally fuck and are completely in love with.”

“but you’re not denying that you have a soft spot for him?” silena smirks. of course, you are soft for luke castellan.

the son of hermes was the first person you met at camp and had been your best friend since you were fifteen. no matter how prideful you were, there was no chance of denying your loyalty to the boy who had been at your side for the last four years.

“it’s not like that,” you say to clarisse, ignoring silena’s question. “it’s strictly platonic. we have an agreement.”

“yeah, yeah, we know you don’t do relationships,” silena interjects, stating it as if it’s the biggest sin someone could commit. you suppose it may be to her; she was a favorite of her mother, and everything she did and said was full of love.

“no fighting, you two.”

“rich coming from you.”

“y/n!”

“what? i was joking!”

“it’s so funny,” clarisse deadpans, and the three of you begin to laugh. you put your empty bowl back into the picnic basket and pull your band tee off before pushing yourself up to stand.

“can we swim now?”

“give me a second,” the daughter of aphrodite says and takes your hand to stand. covering her swimsuit is a floor-length pink sundress that you’re certain was the reason she and clarisse happened to be late to the beach.

silena may have inherited desire from her mother, but clarisse inherited passion from her father. you never would have pinned clarisse to like fashion, but anytime silena wore a sundress it was bad news for anyone around them. once she sheds the dress, clarisse grabs her hand and runs towards the water. you trail behind them, enjoying the sight of two of your closest friends' love for each other.

truth be told, you did envy them to some extent. the average demigod's lifespan was already short, and yours was even shorter. making it to nineteen was a miracle in and of itself.

it didn’t seem fair to rope someone else into a romantic greek tragedy. you would only do it if you were the one left behind. but as a forbidden child, that was and will never be an option. you are the eurydice, the hyacinthus, the daphne, and the achilles. in every version of your story, death would be your only option. grief would be a privilege.

by the time the boys finished their chores, they came into view with a few stragglers behind them. “oh, great. i thought the point of beach days was that they were childless.”

“who even is it?” you ask after silena splashes clarisse for her comments.

“looks like that fucking new kid.”

“you stay away from him, clar.”

“no promises, love.”

“oh, are you talking about percy jackson?”

“yeah, he failed his cabin inspection too,” silena answers you. if you had a soft spot for anyone, it would undoubtedly be the only other forbidden child at camp (sans your pine tree sister). luke spent a lot of time training percy, and you spent a lot of time voicing your experiences and frustrations with each other.

“he’s the only one in his cabin.”

“so is y/n, and she hardly ever makes it in the top five,” silena points out and you splash her. the boys set down their stuff, and you notice percy getting pushed by another girl. you make your way onto the shore as percy sprints past you with annabeth right on his heels.

“hey, stormy,” luke greets you. you swat at his hand which tries to touch your hip and push him away from you with a laugh. he gets his hands back on you and pulls your back flush against his chest. his hand snakes around to rest on the lower part of your belly. “can you blame me for wanting to get my hands on you when you look this good?”

“luke!” you chastised. before summer started, you both had snuck out of camp to go shopping with the money your mom had sent you. when you tried on the royal blue bikini, luke’s jaw had gone slack and you knew you had to buy it. he looks at you with a smirk once you spin around, and you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “you can do that later.”

“gods,” he mumbles and watches as you run back into the water. you cup a handful of water and throw it at percy who retaliates by sending a wave of water down on top of you.

luke feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you laugh and squeeze the water out of your soaking braids. he watches your hands and feels his heartbeat race as he sees you adjust the bottoms of your swimsuit.

“stop staring,” lee fletcher nudges him with a smile, and chris nods from beside him. the boys relentlessly tease luke at every chance they get. they knew to keep the information about you and luke to themselves but he was a loudmouth. he had trouble keeping it in when you were such a beautiful person to love on.

“i need to go help lena with clarisse before she tries to kill percy,” chris groans and runs into the water when percy accidentally splashes her in the process of trying to get annabeth. beckendorf follows him to help, but silena successfully stops clarisse’s anger with a kiss. luke wishes he could be so open with his affection for you.

he pulls his shirt off and sets it down beside yours. he catches your smile when he begins his descent into the water, and your eyes dip down to his v-line that pokes out from his swimming trunks. gods, he is going to kill you someday.

“y/n,” annabeth drags out your name and tugs on your arm, “play chicken with me and percy, please?”

“sure, you want castellan in on it?”

“luke,” she calls out and wades over to him. he smiles at her and tries to shake his head, but the young girl tugs him over until you are face to face with his pout.

“this feels unfair, stormy. why did you say yes?”

“just bend down,” you instruct and he blushes. he would be lying if he said he doesn’t love when you order him around.

“yes, ma’am.”

you push yourself up onto the lithe boy’s shoulders, just as a wave pulls annabeth out of the water and onto percy’s shoulders. she squeals in surprise, and he latches onto her hands to keep her balanced. you smile at the two, and look over at silena who sends you a silent message: percy is trying to impress annabeth. he likes her, and you know the daughter of athena well enough to recognize those feelings are returned.

annabeth calls your name, and you find yourself tugging and pushing against her to try and knock her off of her perch. luke’s grip on your thighs is distracting, especially as you feel him move his hands higher up at each opportunity. your heart speeds up in your chest and you can’t tell if it’s from the hands teasing the flesh on your legs or from the excitement of pushing the girl into the water.

percy groans and dips under the water to find her, while you and luke cheer. you try to coax him to look up at you but fail to move his head and feel a sharp, pleasurable pain on your thigh. you smack his chest, and he looks up at you with a wide grin. your heart drops to your stomach when you see the deep red mark presenting itself on your thigh. you splash water at his face when you hop down from his shoulders and he winces. “did you fucking bite me?”

“that,” he pauses and pulls you flush against him, “is payback for annabeth wanting me to go to the infirmary last week for the hickeys you left.”

“oh.”

it wasn’t very often that luke was able to make a mess of you in public. usually, you force him to keep it behind closed doors. he stares down at you with a smirk, enjoying the pink dusting your cheeks.

he spins you and wraps his arms around you from behind. you were familiar with this dangerous dance of his, one that he does when he wants you. “it would be a shame if a storm were to ruin our beach day, and we had to go back to your cabin.”

“a shame indeed,” you agree, and feel a tug in your stomach as you hold your hand towards a faraway point of the rocky shore. lightning strikes down, and a scream comes from percy as rain clouds begin forming overhead. annabeth laughs at her boy’s antics and runs with him as he tries to get to the shore as fast as possible. “you’re going to have to work a little harder than that to get what you want.”

“y/n, luke! come on!” silena calls and luke whines as you push off of him. he watches as you saunter out of the water, one hand behind you as you wield more storm clouds into camp. he slowly follows you and dies when you pull your tee shirt over your head. your ass pokes out from the bottom of the arctic monkeys shirt he had gotten with a five-finger discount at a concert you had snuck into. he would do anything you want right now if you were alone on this beach.

you turn around and toss him your towel, which blinds him as it lands directly on his face. you and percy laugh together, and luke just stands in defeat until he feels the fabric fall off his face. you move and stop yourself in front of him to wrap the towel around his neck as if it’s a cape. the smile on your face as you dry off his shoulders and chest makes him fully believe you were made for him. he says a silent prayer to zeus. he finds himself praying to your father more than ever. only the king of the gods could bring such an ethereal being to life. he’s sure that you were more divine than human.

“you like this, don’t you?” you ask. luke leans his face into your hands as you dry his hair off.

“hmm?”

“me taking care of you,” you add, causing him to blush. he takes the towel from you and covers his face again. “nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy. you know i like it, too.”

“stormy,” he groans and you rip the towel off his face.

“c’mon guys, we need to get back to our cabins before the storm starts,” lee ushers everyone off the shore.

“it just came out of nowhere,” percy pouts, saddened by the rain ruining his swimming.

“yeah, super weird, perce,” silena agrees and narrows her eyes at you. you tug luke with you as you run off into the tree line with him. far enough away from both the beach and the cabins is when you find yourself pushing luke against the trunk of a tree. he smiles down at you, his cheeks red, and he reminds you vividly of the first time you decided to sleep together.

bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.

you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.

you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, “is this okay?”

“yeah, that’s — that’s okay, y/n,” he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adam’s apple and murmurs your name again. “please, keep going. don’t stop.”

luke’s mouth on yours brings you out of your reverie. his hands toy with the end of your shirt, and he slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. his fingertips trace lightly over your core on your bikini bottoms, and your hands grip his arms tightly. you can hear your friends closing in from a distance. “we can’t be doing this here, luke.”

“i want you,” he whines when you circle his wrist with your fingers to pull it away. you let go and walk backwards in the direction of the camp with him walking slowly towards you, like a predator to prey.

“come get me then,” you tell him and turn to sprint towards your cabin. he has an advantage in sword fighting, but you will always be faster than him. he gains ground on you with his long legs, but you run into your cabin before him. his chest heaves by the time you let him lay you down on the bed.

luke likes you in control of him, teasing and teaching him where you like to be touched. he enjoys you teaching him new things about himself, where he’s most sensitive, and what makes him cum fastest. he loves when you relinquish control once in a while and you let him divulge and enjoy every part of your body that he can.

what luke castellan enjoys most is when your body shakes as he eats you out. he knows you love it, too, by the eagerness with which you allow the bottoms of your bikini to be removed.

he applies light pressure to your clit with his tongue and pushes your hips down to prevent you from squirming away from him. fervent moans leave your body, and your thighs squeeze his head. the way his tongue quickly switches from kitten licks to lapping makes your head spin until his name comes out like a mantra, like a prayer. luke, luke, luke. you’re tempted to give gratitude to the gods for blessing you with such a lover.

when he kisses you, you wrap your legs around his waist and rake your fingers through his hair. he pulls away and nuzzles his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, in a tight hug, and a contented sigh leaves his lips. he enjoys moments where you let him love you too.

his feelings remain unknown to you, but each time he finds himself touching you, tasting you, and feeling you around him is reason enough to enjoy your friendship as it is. although, truly, he feels this is something that even friends don’t do. you confirm his suspicions when you manage to flip him and remove his swim trunks. no friend that he knows of could ever touch him so easily, get him to breathe so heavily, and make him nearly cum with just a few strokes.

“leave your shirt on,” he breathes out, his breathing heavy from you guiding him inside you. he fills you completely, and a sigh escapes your lips. your eyes meet each other and luke believes you look like royalty with the soft glow of the sunset in the background creating a halo around your head. your hair is in two braids — something he was sure clarisse did for you — and he toys with the ends, trying to steady his breathing as you remain reluctant to move.

“why?”

“truthfully, you look stunning in nothing but that shirt?”

“this shirt?” you laugh, and he groans as he feels you tighten around him. his head falls back against his pillow, and you move your hips in slow, languid circles against him.

it’s hard to keep serious, to act like he doesn’t press against your walls in the most perfect ways. like he doesn’t make you feel better than any person before him. you rest a hand on the nape of his neck and push lightly so he is forced to look at you. you try to remain calm, despite the building pressure. “clarisse always goes crazy when silena wears sundresses. you feel that way with these shirts?”

“yes,” he sighs. you often find yourself being asked to keep the band tees on during sex that he has stolen for you. luke can’t explain it, there’s just something so electric about something he has gotten you adorning your body. the bands, and the music, brought you much passion and you when you were passionate was something that drove him up a wall.

he couldn’t deny that your frame adored by the graphic band tees was something he thought about while fucking his fist when he failed to have you. now that he has you, he tries his best to share what turns him on the most. “you look like royalty.”

“i am,” you retort, and increase the pace of your hips. you groan and lean down to rest your forearms on either side of his head. he looks at you, eyes full of bliss, and he sits up enough to smash your lips together. you moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your wits when it feels so good. “what do you want, pretty boy?”

luke takes a second to comprehend your question. he’s whimpering and gripping your sides hard enough to leave bruises. sometimes you wonder if you are made for each other when he fucks you this well. he tries to take a deep breath, but his breath comes out in shutters. “can i mark you up?”

“f-fuck, yeah,” you mutter, and he sits up, his confidence increasing from the stutter in your words. he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you tight against him. he nibbles at your neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. you are sure you have reached elysium; his teeth on your neck, and his hands guiding your hips as you rock against him. “luke?”

this is the most control you have ever granted him. he relishes the opportunity to make you fall apart and wonders why it all suddenly feels so different as you struggle to keep up your pace. on the other hand, you found yourself experiencing similar thoughts. you are more relaxed this time, more comfortable with allowing him to do whatever he wants with your body. it’s true intimacy, you finally allow yourself to relinquish what led you to sex in the first place: control.

“yeah?”

“i-i want, um, i want,” you pause, taking in a gasp of air. he feels so good, so godly. you feel pathetic but fail to care. you know luke would never use this vulnerability against you. it’s hard to focus when he fills you so perfectly to the point where you are nearly knocked over the edge.

“what do you want, princess?” he asks, and you blush at the near-pornographic moan that leaves your throat. you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. he reaches between your sweaty bodies and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing a high-pitched whine to leave your throat. “c’mon, princess, you're doing so good. tell me what you want.”

“fuck,” you cry, biting down on his shoulder to prevent another loud moan from escaping your mouth. he groans and quickened his pace on your clit, causing another string of whimpers to leave you. you are entirely sure that you have never remained on edge for so long. you want to scream, to shout his name to anyone who will hear. you don’t even care if the whole camp hears. the praises, the nicknames, it’s all so new and so invigorating.

“please, talk to me.”

“i’m so close.”

“me too, baby. where do you want me to finish?”

“luke,” your voice comes out as a whine again, “cum in me.”

few words escape either of you, they are replaced with lewd sounds loud enough to only increase your arousal. he channels his unraveling with fast, rough movements on your clit, and with his mouth sucking on your neck.

you cum first, squeezing him within an inch of his life. he removes his fingers from your core, and places them on your hips, lifting and slamming you down on his cock. you nearly scream, the feeling so overstimulating after two orgasms.

when he finally cums in you with a groan, you clench around him, milking every last drop you can get. when you first slept together (and every consecutive time following), you felt embarrassed at the idea of him cumming inside of you being so hot.

he assures you each time that he feels the same, but you never have the confidence to let it happen. now you couldn’t care less at the idea as he collapses onto his back with you falling on his chest.

both of you are unsure of how long you lay there, but it’s long enough for him to soften inside of you. every movement leaves you whimpering, so spent from the activities of the day. he holds you tight, and you trace shapes and letters on his chest as he tries to guess them.

when he finally falls asleep, you pull yourself off him and admire the soft, kind boy beside you. you trace the scar on his face, and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he doesn’t so much as stir in his sleep, and you catch yourself tracing three letters on his chest: I, L, Y.

luke is clueless of this as he sleeps, which you thank the gods for. love was never something you thought you would experience, but this surely had to be it, right? this was something so spectacular and ground shaking to you.

there were parts of yourself that he knew of that you would never tell anyone. you were fucked, you knew this the first time he made you cum. all of that pent up tension was more than sexual frustration, it was desire and blooming feelings you tried to hide from the moment you met him.

no one matches the feeling in your chest when he smiles. no one matches the butterflies in your belly when he pays you attention. no one ever has and ever will receive the same love you give luke, and maybe this is the moment where you finally will accept that it’s okay to love the son of hermes.

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tojisun · 4 months

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simon would make you thank him as he fingers you, i think. dark eyes narrowed in his own enjoyment, thick fingers stuffing you so good, so messily, and his grin just a shy of mean. he presses his other hand on your belly. he said it’s not just to stop you from squirming, but he swears he can feel his fingers reach so deep with how wet you are, so sloppy it’s become greedy.

“cunt so hungry, huh?” simon croons, his breath passing through his teeth in whispers. “come on, pup. say it. say ‘thank you’, yeah?”

he noses along your jaw and waits with a bated breath, thrumming with his own giddiness.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #suns #tomie pls look away 😣

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sshangth-daawnth · 1 year

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Tomie

#manga aesthetic #manga edit #manga #manga black and white #manga blog #manga page #manga panel #manga reader #manga recommendation #anime and manga #junji ito #tomie #tomie junji ito #uzumaki junji ito #kirie goshima #五島桐絵 #うずまき

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seungrem · 1 month

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tomie!enhypen (sunghoon) x no pronoun!reader

The Curse of Sunghoon

masterlist ~*+ - part 1 ~*+ - part 2 of ??

summary: It seemed everyone had become lost in their flawed tendencies since the arrival of the new student. His enigmatic spirit and flawless features made him impossible to miss- enchanting students and teachers alike. Uncanny in many ways, the boy’s name was Sunghoon, and for reader, it seemed his presence was nothing other than ill-fated.

( overview: please see warnings. no pronouns mentioned excluding occasional ‘em’s, student!sunghoon & reader & jungwon & heeseung, part 2 but it’s kinda just part 1.5 )

( warnings: mentions of blood, weapons, threats, fighting/physical aggression, death, not gross & not detailed gore, arrests/police, gangs/mob groups, manipulation, and stalkerish/obsessive behavior )

emoji code:

🌿 ( long story/series )

🧸 ( fluff crumbs )

🪐 ( Junji Ito - Tomie AU )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Your absence has been problematic..”

Rough gusts of wind brushed against ☁️’s skin. The sky was still cloudy from the morning’s rain.

“..Even more than your presence had been. Why’d your curse only now come around?”

Looking over the bridge’s stone guardrail, the student rested heavy arms down. The stream’s water rushed steadily under the structure, though not nearly as harsh as it had been a week prior.

“Why’re you over here sulking? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

☁️ turned to see Heeseung, his mahogany hair floating lightly as he stepped onto the bridge. Approaching ☁️, he stopped a few feet away and leaned against the guardrail as well.

“The school day ended four hours ago. Why’re you here and still in your school uniform?”

“I had a feeling that you’d be here.”

Eyebrows furrowed, ☁️ remained with a forward gaze. “So.. what do you want?”

“Now that Sunghoon’s gone and this place is “problematic” as you say, somebody needs to watch over you.”

“Oh.. I’ll be fine. I know who to look out for.”

“This a lot different than you think it is, ☁️.”

“I need to be alone right now, Heeseung. You can watch me from a distance, can’t you?”

“Well, people are usually dying to be this close to me-“

☁️ looked over to the boy to see a grin slowly growing along his face.

“Oh.. sorry. Too soon..?”

“Leave.”

“Why aren’t you drawn to me? Don’t you think I’m everything you want and more? Am I not handsome?”

“Are you serious?” ☁️ responded in an aggressive tone.

“You can’t reject me.. and I don’t take rejection very well.” Heeseung muttered between gritting teeth. He was shaking, which worried ☁️ slightly. “Wait.. you must still like Sunghoon. It can’t be a me problem..”

“Clearly.. I’m just not in the position to be interested in anyone. Now, I would like to sulk in peace, please.”

Heeseung stopped shaking, and took a deep breath. “Mhm. I’ll see you Monday.”

“I hope not.” ☁️ muttered, earning a scoff from Heeseung as he walked away.

I can’t believe that guy. He’s such a weirdo.. and his ego problems are a lot worse than Sunghoon’s.

Returning a gaze to the trees and flowing stream, ☁️ continued his thoughts out loud.

Now where was I?

After school, ☁️ would go over to the bridge and talk about all that went on throughout the day. Like how rumors of the archery teacher going insane were spread rampant after he didn’t show up to class the entire week. Other students stated that they’ve seen him creeping around on campus, but who knew of that was true. Rika also didn’t show up for the first half of the week. It seemed she hadn’t been sleeping, as she had bags under her eyes and didn’t say a word to anyone. ☁️ recalled that she still only had one bow in her hair. Both her and Hoshino have been on edge, but in contrast to Rika, Hoshino became meaner. As ☁️ would stand on the bridge every evening, one or two of Hoshino’s goons would pass by. It became so frequent that ☁️ would greet them on a first-name basis. On Thursday, accusations against Hoshino came about, with more rumors saying that he was the cause of Sunghoon’s disappearance. That was also the day that the young teacher (whose name ☁️ still didn’t know), confronted ☁️ in private. The teacher explained that he couldn’t remember when or how, but he remembers ☁️ being associated with missing items from his classroom. After pretending not to understand, ☁️ was on borrowed time. It obviously wasn’t good that the teacher’s memories were coming back, and ☁️ could tell that he was thoroughly investigating Sunghoon’s situation, which made the student anxious.

☁️’s trance was broken as footsteps echoed from the left side of the bridge. It was an older man, who looked at ☁️ and nodded.

“Be careful around here. The kids are reporting stories of ghosts.” The man muttered as he passed the student.

“Really? I’ve visited this bridge everyday and haven’t seen anything.” ☁️ responded.

The old man looked over the edge and pointed at the water below. Then, he turned, continuing his trudge down the bridge and onto the dirt path. ☁️ struggled it off.

Today was Friday, and rumors of Rika framing Hoshino for Sunghoon’s disappearance were passed around in ☁️’s first class. Both had been the subjects of much discussion, aside from one of the new students- Jungwon. Hours later, as ☁️ sat alone at lunch, police officers entered the cafeteria. Hoshino was apparently taken into police custody, but released later that day for unknown reasons.

After lunch, ☁️ attended the archery course, expecting to sit around as the students had been doing since Monday. To their surprise, the teacher was back, and extremely disoriented. His short, gray hair basically stood upright, and he stood hunched over with a cane. He, too, had noticeable eyebags and a disturbed expression. The old teacher was silent for a while before asking the students to turn themselves in for the murder of Sunghoon, as he was planning to do. You’ve could’ve guessed that the students, Hoshino especially, didn’t like this request. ☁️ felt the group’s hostility rise as the students shouted and eventually chased the old man out of the gym and into the forested area. For a man with a cane, it seemed he was perfectly capable of moving without it as he bolted out the back doors. ☁️ understood what they might do, and why they would do it- fear, anger, states of craze or madness, desensitization. ☁️ didn’t participate this time, and instead watched everyone run out of the room, with four or five students having been left behind. One student asked if they were actually going to turn themselves in, which everyone agreed not to.

☁️ heard that Rika had skipped this archery class to target the young teacher. She seemed to mistakenly think that the man was framing her, and he was the reason she was being accused of Hoshino’s arrest. ☁️ recalled Sunghoon’s interaction with Rika the week prior, when he was still alive. He handed Rika a bag full of papers and files, and then she was on her way. Sunghoon had never clarified what his scheme consisted of, and part of ☁️ wish that he had. From what ☁️ heard from teachers’ gossip, the young teacher had a few stab wounds but was still alive.

☁️ flinched at the sound of footsteps once again. It was Hoshino- who looked as if he was ready to fall asleep standing up.

“☁️.”

☁️ took a step back.. expecting the worst. “Y-yes?”

“Have you seen Smiley? It’s been hours since he’s came through here.”

Smiley was one of Hoshino’s goons who ☁️ saw regularly, and earlier today, ☁️ walked from the school to the bridge with him. ☁️ remembered waving goodbye before Smily walked deeper into the forested area. Ironically, Smiley wasn’t very amiable- or smiley. He was nice to ☁️, though, thus the two interacted often.

“Yes, but it’s been a while since he walked down that path. I haven’t seen him walk back.”

“Shit.” Hoshino muttered as he hurried past ☁️ across the bridge.

“Let me come with you. It’s getting dark.” ☁️ blurted out impulsively. Hoshino appeared confused, but nodded hesitantly in agreement.

The two walked side by side off of the dirt path and into the forest.

“Where are we going?” ☁️ asked, looking around.

“To where we.. scattered.. Sunghoon.”

☁️ exhaled.

“Sorry. How have you been holding up?”

Baffled, ☁️ looked over to Hoshino. “I’ve been okay. I have my thoughts, but I’m sure you have yours, too.”

Hoshino nodded.

“Can I ask you a question, though?” ☁️ continued.

Hoshino nodded again. The sky was fading into an orange hue as the two walked.

“What happened today? How’d you end up in police custody, and how’d you get out?”

“I don’t know who said what, but that crazy bitch Rika was how I got out. One of my guys caught her burning clothes and documents in this forest yesterday. She wasn’t burning evidence for me, though. She was doing it for herself. I don’t think she anticipated sparing me. I’m confused about it all myself. I don’t know what she’s doing- I don’t know anything. It’s really pissing me off.”

☁️ raised an eyebrow. Hoshino had eyes and ears everywhere, so to hear that he was clueless was scary in itself. ☁️ still didn’t understand how he ended up becoming accused, though. The two stopped upon seeing a body lying on the floor in the distance.

“That’s gotta be Smiley.” Hoshino ran over to the body with ☁️ close behind. “Shit, shit, shit. That’s him.”

☁️ leaned down to feel the boy’s pulse. Placing two fingers under his jawline, ☁️ felt Smiley’s cold skin touch his own.

“He’s dead, Hoshino. What happened?”

“It’s getting dark, I’ll take you home.”

“I really wish we met under better circumstances. I’m sorry for putting you through all this.” Hoshino shook his head, and then ran a hand through his fluffy black hair.

“Don’t worry about me. What happened to Smiley?”

“I think- no, I know it’s the old teacher. Everybody’s been saying that he’s been lurking in the woods since what happened last week. It only makes sense.”

“How’s that old man gonna take Smiley out, though? I thought you guys took care of him when you chased him.”

“The others beat him pretty bad. I didn’t think anything of it.. He’s unpredictable right now.”

“An old person said that there were ghosts in the area. Maybe that has some correlation?”

“You haven’t seen what’s under the bridge yet?”

With a head tilted to the side, ☁️ squinted.

“What do you mean?”

“Make sure you have no plans tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here.”

☁️ remained silent and nodded.

“Are you okay being here alone tonight? If you need me to, I can stay.” Avoiding eye contact, Hoshino gestured to ☁️’s home- which they stood right in front of. It was a tiny apartment complex ☁️ was renting out while attending school in the countryside.

“I have someone watching over me, so I’ll be okay. But.. are you gonna be okay? You don’t look good. At all.”

“It’s been a rough week... I never wanted any of this.”

“I know. But it’s still going to be here tomorrow. Go home and get some rest.”

Hoshino nodded. “Does twelve-thirty work?”

☁️ sighed and nodded.

“Have a goodnight.” Hoshino muttered before turning around and walking home in the darkness. ☁️ waited until Hoshino was out of sight to turn around.

Walking to the front door, ☁️ heard a familiar voice whisper out. Heeseung was nearby.

“☁️~”

☁️ carefully turned around and walked back over to the sidewalk, where Heeseung now stood.

“How do you know where I live?”

“I watch over you, remember?”

“Right.. what do you want?”

“I’m going to join you two tomorrow. Also, no more of this walking through the forest when it’s nighttime. Not with everything going on.”

☁️ nodded. “I’ll see you at twelve-thirty.”

“Who’s this?” Hoshino muttered, pointing to the tall boy waving from across the stream. Another boy accompanied him, though ☁️ very faintly recognized him.

“His name is Heeseung. I don’t know who the other guy is.”

“Why’s he wearing a school uniform on a Saturday?”

“I don’t know. It’s kinda his thing.”

The two approached Hoshino and ☁️ with flashy smiles.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Heeseung nodded to ☁️ and then looked at Hoshino. “This is my friend Jungwon. He’ll be joining us today.”

“Uh, I’m sorry?” Hoshino grimaced. “What do you mean “joining us?” Neither of you were invited.”

“Now, now. Let’s not get worked up. We’re all here for the same thing.” Jungwon spoke, rather irregularly. His tone was crisp and elegant, as if he wasn’t from this century. Unlike Heeseung, he wore normal clothing- a black hoodie and grey corduroy straight pants.

“What.. thing?” ☁️ asked, raising an eyebrow.

Heeseung gestured to Hoshino, who walked off of the bridge and down the tiny hill in which its side stood exposed- it was where ☁️ had left Sunghoon’s organs. The stream’s water continued its pace as ☁️ shuffled behind the others. ☁️’s stomach dropped upon seeing a skeletal structure growing from the stone abutment. Short pieces of skin draped off each bone and fluttered in the wind as if it were cloth. The body’s brain could be seen through the eye sockets, and the ribcage pierced through the heart. There were no legs, and the pelvis bones seemed to grow straight out of the stone structure. Whatever it was, it still had parts of organs and muscle along the body.

Feeling queasy, ☁️ sat on the ground and looked away.

“What the fuck is that.”

“The ghost everyone has been talking about.” Hoshino replied, sitting next down beside ‘em.

“This is where you left Sunghoon’s heart. Is it not?” Heeseung asked, looked down at ☁️.

“Yes… Is this him?” ☁️ asked, feeling even more sick.

“Somewhat. Do you know what he is?” Jungwon replied. Heeseung shot the boy beside him a concerned look.

“What do you mean?” Hoshino asked.

“It’s okay. I need to speak with Heeseung.” Jungwon replied, walking back up to the bridge’s path with Heeseung following behind him.

“How long have you known about this?” ☁️ looked over to Hoshino.

“A few days. I didn’t know it was of Sunghoon’s body parts, though. Only weird ass person would do some shit like this… I still think it’s that teacher.”

“If those two know about this, do you think they could help us figure out what happened to Smiley?” ☁️ whispered, pointing at the bridge above.

“They know. Heeseung.. brought Smiley back to life. I don’t know how, but that guy said he saved Smiley’s life the night that we found him. He’s recovering at home.”

“Oh, that’s great.” ☁️ sighed, relieved. Quickly glancing at the ghostly figure in front of the two, the student wrapped an arm around the knee. “Why are his organs in such good condition after a week? His heart is still.. beating. There’s no blood pumping through it.”

“I don’t know. This is really weird, though.”

Hoshino muttered before ☁️ nodded in agreement. “Let’s get outta here.”

Hoshino stood up first, him then helping ☁️ up. It was then that ☁️ noticed the scar along the side of Hoshino’s face- it stretched from his left ear to the end of his eyebrow. The two made their way to where Heeseung and Jungwon stood, them seemingly bickering.

“Everything okay?” Hoshino interrupted before they turned their attention to ☁️.

“Yes. That’s all I’ve needed. I’ll see you two in class.” Jungwon nodded to Hoshino and ☁️, and then turned around after glancing at Heeseung.

“Ready to head home?” Heeseung smiled, motioning ☁️ forward.

“Actually, I was going to take ☁️ home.” Hoshino responded, looking from ☁️ to Heeseung.

“There’s no need if I’m around. We should get going. It’s not safe around here-“ Heeseung took a step forward and lightly grasped ☁️’s arm, leading the student away from Hoshino. ☁️ turned around to face the boy.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” ☁️ called out, attempting a smile before practically being dragged by Heeseung.

“Yeah. Right.” ☁️ heard Hoshino mutter.

“I didn’t know that you were off of the market.” Hoshino teased after catching up to ☁️. The two walked to school under the trees’ pink archway- them only four or five blocks away.

“What do you mean?” ☁️ responded, half surprised to see the boy next to him.

“Heeseung… You know, you could’ve just told me.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Does he know that?”

“I think so.”

The walk was quiet for a minute before Hoshino cleared his throat.

“So..” He began. “I told you that I owe you for what happened. You need anything?”

☁️ sighed. “I.. don’t need anything. But, I do think it’s a good idea for you to lay low for a while.”

“Right...”

“As in keep to yourself. Don’t talk to teachers or other students. And don’t pick on other people.”

“I don’t pick on other people.”

☁️ looked over at Hoshino with rolled eyes.

“I just need to keep everyone in line.”

“Just a suggestion.”

“And I’ll take your suggestion seriously.”

☁️ looked over to Hoshino again.

“I never see you talk to anybody like this. Not even your goons..”

“And you’re going to ask why I’m talking to you, right?”

☁️ nodded.

“Well, I’m not sure. You have such a genuineness to you. You’re always so.. calm and composed and grounded. It’s intriguing.”

Unsure of the compliment, ☁️ nodded.

“You probably just haven’t spent much time around me, in honesty.”

“Well, I’ve been trying. Your friends seem to plot against me, though.”

☁️ nodded again, seeming to grasp what Hoshino was trying to say.

“I don’t need more rumors, so I’ll see you later.” Hoshino whispered, him then walking away from ☁️ as the two approached the campus.

☁️ walked into the building to find there wasn’t much traffic in the hallways. Checking the time, the student had a few seconds to get to class.

“Shit.”

The teacher walked into the classroom later than she usually had- a few minutes after the bell had rung. ☁️ slouched against the wall, awaiting her usual spiel. As she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by the sliding door’s abrupt opening. Jungwon walked in with straight shoulders and a pair of clear-framed glasses. He turned his attention to ☁️, and then to the teacher as he ran a hand through his straight, black hair.

“Hello, I believe my schedule has been changed.”

“Oh right, please come and introduce yourself.”

“Hello, everyone. I’m Jungwon. I just moved here earlier this week.” Jungwon’s voice was much more bubbly than ☁️ remembered.

“Very nice to have you join us. You can choose any seat that isn’t currently taken.” The teacher responded, with an obvious uninterested tone.

Jungwon scanned the room, eventually locking eyes with ☁️. He walked over to the empty seat beside ☁️, the one Sunghoon used to sit in, and gently placed himself in it. The teacher opened her mouth to speak again, but the sliding door slammed open once more. This time, Sunghoon walked in. He looked as he usually did- black hair neat while still swaying as he moved, shoulders straight, and skin fair and flawless. The only difference were the sunglasses he wore on the tip of his nose. Upon his entrance, the entirety of the class had a reaction.

“Su-Sunghoon?” The teacher asked after freezing in place. She shook slightly, eyes locked on the boy before falling to the ground. ☁️ gasped and held a hand over the mouth at the sight of him. A student in the back of the classroom threw up beside their desk. It seemed everyone else was wide-eyed or frozen in place. Sunghoon smiled at the students’ response and approached Jungwon.

“I’d like my seat back.” Sunghoon teased, his eyes (despite them being blocking by the sunglasses) seeming to pierce through Jungwon.

“This one’s taken. There’s another over there.” Jungwon replied with a far different tone, his eyes not leaving Sunghoon’s.

“Then why don’t you go sit in it?” Sunghoon instructed, gripping Jungwon’s shoulder as he spoke. Jungwon smiled- probably out of anger, and nodded slowly while pursing his lips. He reluctantly stood up and threw his bag around his shoulder, walking to the other side of the classroom and sitting in an empty seat. The class then sat in silence, aside from the one student who began crying softly as the teacher remained on the ground.

Sitting across from Sunghoon and beside Jungwon, ☁️‘s stomach was left in the first classroom. The cafeteria wasn’t nearly as loud as it would be any other day, and ☁️ couldn’t eat anything. ☁️ also couldn’t tell if Sunghoon was staring at ‘em, or if it was just the sunglasses. Eventually, Sunghoon broke silence between the three.

“So, ☁️.”

☁️ froze, slowly raising his gaze from the table to Sunghoon’s face.

“I heard that the old archery teacher was still stalking students on campus. Is that true?”

A lump in ☁️’s throat, the student struggled to get words out. “I’m not sure..”

“So he hasn’t overstepped his bounds with you?”

“I haven’t actually seen him.. I’m not sure if that rumor is true.”

Sunghoon nodded after licking his lips.

“So, Jungwon.” He continued, though his next words were nothing less than pure audacity and snide. “What’re you doing here?”

Jungwon slammed his fists onto the table and slowly looked at Sunghoon.

“Well, you see. There’s this thing that continuously causes problems in this specific area. I have to make sure that every problem is resolved before I can finally get rid of that thing. Sound familiar?”

“I truly wish you the best of luck with that. You’ll really need it.”

If ☁️ didn’t know any better, ☁️ would say that they were threatening each other. Deciding it was best not to get involved, the student remained silent for the rest of the period.

As the three stood from their table upon hearing their bell, Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to follow him.

“I have to pay someone another visit.”

Despite wanting to say no, and wanting to stay away from the dead boy standing in front of him, ☁️ was too scared to oppose.

The two walked side by side away from the crowd of other students, down a separate hallway and then up a staircase. Eventually, Sunghoon and ☁️ stood outside of a classroom. After knocking lightly, Sunghoon swung the door open. The lights were off and a small lamp on the teacher’s desk was on, illuminating a corner of the dim room. ☁️ recognized the young teacher- though today, he had bandages wrapped around his neck and arms. The sleeves of his white button up were rolled up above his elbows, displaying the white wraps. He seemed to be talking to another woman, presumably another teacher.

“Could you excuse us, please?” Sunghoon asked, stepping inside of the room.

“Oh, h-hello.”

“Do you have a moment?”

“Sure..” The two teachers glanced at each other, the man clearing his throat shortly after. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind conversing in front of another teacher, right?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “I do mind. We need to speak in private, Mr. Achigai.”

Exhaling, Mr. Achigai pursued his lips and nodded, signaling the woman to leave the room.

“☁️, why don’t you keep her some company?” Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, his eyes directing ☁️ out of the room as well. The student nodded and stepped out after the teacher, sliding the door shut. ☁️ eventually turned to the woman- who seemed to be middle aged. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before the woman cleared her throat.

“Have you heard the rumors surrounding that boy in there? About why he was missing?” She whispered, it almost sounding like a croak. ☁️ nodded.

“A boy doesn’t just come back to life after getting killed. You should be really careful around him.”

☁️ grimaced at her words, whispering back, “How do you know that he died?”

“When the kids talk, the staff hears about it. An accidental death in the gym isn’t something that can be covered up.”

☁️ took a few second to ponder. “If you knew about it, why hasn’t anybody reported it?”

The woman looked around. “It isn’t in our authority. We can’t just accuse an entire class, and with no evidence but what others are saying.” She paused, looking at the closed door beside the two of them. “We got lucky when someone was able to get the ringleader “arrested,” but something weird happened.”

“It was a lack of evidence, right?” ☁️ interrupted.

“Well, technically. Mr. Achigai knew a student stole some personal documents from him a week or two ago. He thinks that this student was trying to plant evidence on that ringleader, which led to the arrest.”

“And did he mention who did this to him..” Pointing to the neck and arms, ☁️ awaited a response.

“I’m sorry, it’d be inappropriate for me to name names.. but-“

“Rika, right?”

The teacher looked around and shook her head. “I’ve already told you too much.. and you’re a student. Our classes are coming back soon and I need to-”

“Wait, wait.” Holding a hand up to stop the teacher from leaving, ☁️ continued. “Rika was caught burning paper and clothes in the woods. She was trying to remove herself from the situation she was put in, but saved the ringleader in the process.”

“What situation?”

The door was abruptly swung open, and Sunghoon gazed expectantly at ☁️ and the teacher.

“Excuse the intrusion.” Sunghoon said as he faced the woman. The woman nodded, stepping aside to let Sunghoon walk out of the classroom. ☁️ turned around to see Mr. Achigai leaning against his desk, arms folded. Sunghoon motioned ☁️ to walk beside him as the woman slipped back into the classroom. As she did, her eyes met ☁️'s in a silent exchange, the two conveying a message to the other: "Use this information wisely." ☁️ caught up to Sunghoon as a bell rung.

“What did you and Mr…”

“Achigai.”

“..Mr. Achigai talk about?” ☁️ looked up at Sunghoon as students began walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. The crowd split into two as they passed ☁️ and Sunghoon, the two receiving nervous glances as they moved.

“I asked him if he knew the whereabouts of the archery teacher. I also asked if he was aware of what he was doing.”

“What’s he doing?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer until they reached the stairwell, and all of the children had passed.

“Killing students in the forest. Collecting body parts. Following me wherever I go.”

“Hoshino was right, then.”

“Speaking of. What’s your relationship with him? Seems you two have gotten awfully close.” Sunghoon looked over at ☁️ with an expressionless glare.

“I wouldn’t consider him a friend.. more of an acquaintance. Seems I’m on his good side.”

“Yeah, well. He’s not on mine.” Sunghoon mumbled as he began descending the stairs.

“Hey, Sunghoon.” ☁️ called out, making the boy stop in his tracks. He turned around, and locked eyes with ☁️. “Are we going to talk about.. you. And why you’re here?”

“I’m a gift, and you’re luck enough to have received me twice. Lucky you!” Sunghoon laughed manically as he began walking into the hallway. ☁️ flew down the steps and jogged to catch up to him, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Sunghoon!”

☁️ lightly jogged to catch Sunghoon down the school’s stone driveway. The boy looked over his shoulder and began walking a bit slower, allowing ☁️ to catch up.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you since you disappeared.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot that I agreed to meet someone around that time.”

☁️ nodded.

“Ready to talk now?” Sunghoon turned his head to face ☁️, an eyebrow raised.

“Mhm.”

Stepping onto pink petals scattered across the stone beneath them, Sunghoon and ☁️ entered the cherry blossom archway- reviving their daily routine.

“Last week, Rika told us that she was following us home. The wind blew one of the bows in her hair over to our direction, and I picked it up before she could retrieve it. Later that week, I left the bow in Mr. Achigai’s room so that he suspected her of stealing from him. From what we’ve both gathered, my plan was successful. Only one person wears those bows daily, so I knew that Mr. Achigai would figure it out. I told Rika to plant the documents on Hoshino somehow, and I’m sure she would have if I didn’t get impaled by arrows. From what you’ve told me, I think she got scared, and decided to discard everything.”

“I didn’t tell you that..” ☁️ faltered.

“I’ll get to that. But last week, on my phone, I had a message to the local authorities scheduled to be sent. It was targeting Hoshino, and with the planted evidence, and the information I was providing them, he would’ve been taken care of. He’d be in despair instead of having his blood shed.”

“That’s.. a lot.”

“I thought you’d be proud of me for doing such an ethical thing.”

“I am.. but can you get to how you’re here right now?” ☁️ huffed, still curious and confused.

“All that glitters is not gold, but perhaps it’s diamond. Think of me as the diamond.“

“I’m.. still not following.”

“I won’t say anything more, but I will say that I heard everything. When I was gone and you stood on the bridge. I heard it all. That’s the only reason I can actually relay this information to you.”

“So that ghost skeleton was actually you?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have ears when I spoke, though. And I’m still confused.”

“You’re going to be, and that’s okay. I’m back now. That’s all you have to worry about.”

The two remained silent for a moment.

“Oh, I recall hearing that you’ve met Heeseung and Jungwon, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, you’re not allowed to be near them anymore. No matter the situation.”

☁️ stopped walking with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“They’re not normal, and they’re not friendly.” Sunghoon explained, stopping as well.

“Heeseung said he watched over me while you were gone. How’s that not friendly?”

“He only did so because you didn’t pay him mind. Also because he knew I was coming back, and if anything happened to you, then there’d be a lot for him to clean up. Jungwon isn’t friendly, no matter how bubbly his voice or how much he smiles.”

☁️ nodded, and the two continued their stroll.

“So you three know each other? Where from?”

“We’re pretty much brothers. Not literally but figuratively and.. biologically.”

“I think that statement is a bit conflicting..” ☁️ mumbled.

“All you have to know is that they’re not nice. They’re biologically not capable of sympathy or compassion. You cannot be near them.”

“So are you capable of that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“So why can I be near you and not them?”

“Because you’re apart of my purpose, now. I moved here to see what would happen. And then I met you.”

“Oh..” ☁️ sighed with rolled eyes. The two began walking again. “.. And why am I apart of your purpose?”

“Well, you’re the first person who hasn’t fallen for me upon my pursuit. You can’t be manipulated or forced to do anything you don’t want to. It’s intriguing. And I want to know why.”

“That’s how it normally goes.. you can’t force-“

“That’s not what I mean. It’s okay, you won’t understand. You’ll know one day. Or you won’t.”

The two remained silent again as ☁️’s turn came about, causing the duo to slow down to a halt. The student turned to face Sunghoon, but heard the nearby bushes rustling. Noticing ☁️’s change in gaze, Sunghoon quickly turned around and scanned the area.

“I’m taking you home.”

“I’m also spending the night.”

“Who said you could?”

“I have a stalker now. That means you have a stalker, too. It’ll be taken care of soon, though.”

“The way you talk is so insane.. and scary.”

With pajamas on, ☁️ walked over from the bathroom to the bed and sat down. Sunghoon pulled the curtains shut as the sky became darker.

“I’m simply being honest. It’s not like anything would happen to you, though.” Sunghoon stated, pointing to himself as a way to say “I’m right here!”

“Right..” ☁️ nodded. “I have a couch you can sleep on. I’ll give you one of my pillows and blankets, too.”

“I’ll take the bed, actually.”

“Um.. no? Go over to the living room. I’ll bring the stuff out.”

“Either I sleep in the bed or we both sleep in the bed.”

☁️ stared at Sunghoon, who was unwaveringly dead set on sleeping on the bed. Sunghoon walked over to where ☁️ sat and crossed his arms.

“Fine dead boy, it’s all yours.”

“The point was to get you to lay down with me.”

Grabbing a blanket and pillow from the bed, ☁️ walked past Sunghoon.

“I know. Have a good night.”

BONUS:

☁️ awoke to being lifted from the couch bridal style. With the blanket still wrapped around ‘em, ☁️ rubbed the eyes and opened them to see Sunghoon.

“What’re you doing?” ☁️ mumbled.

“Taking you to your bed.” Sunghoon whispered back as he softly laid ☁️ onto the bed and draped the covers over ‘em. “Goodnight.”

a/n: 2 months late don’t kill me pls :,)

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vampykween · 8 months

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because @tomiesdiet is the little angst devil on my shoulder hehe

simon ghost riley x reader

“how am i supposed to live without you? i- i don’t think i can do this…” your sobs cut your words short and you try to speak again but the lump in your throat is slowly suffocating you.

the smell of alcohol and harsh chemicals infiltrate your nose and nauseate you. you’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. always so sterile and lifeless, which you guess is fitting.

you stare out the small window to the room and ponder about the people steadily walking past. could they see in your eyes that very soon your life was going to end? your reason for living would soon cease to exist. or was this just another meaningless day? while your entire world has halted and been spun wildly, there are people experiencing the best days of their lives.

you desperately wish simon could respond to you, squeeze your hand back, smooth your hair and kiss your head like he always does - or how he always did. you were sure you’d never get used to speaking of him in past tense. there was no manual for how to live after simon.

suddenly the room begins to spin and you feel like you’re watching a scene from a tv show as the nurses tell you to say your last goodbye. your stomach clenches so painfully you’re sure you’re going to vomit everywhere. you want to scream at them to stop, to shake them and tell them to save him, but there wasn’t anything they could do that’s what they told you.

the drive home feels endless and with all the tears clouding your vision it’s a wonder you make it back safely. simon would get onto you if he knew you were driving so carelessly. except no he wouldn’t. he’s dead. you remind yourself of that. simon riley is dead, gone, no longer living. that was fact.

you’re not sure what to do with yourself as you wander aimlessly throughout the house. every room feels so lifeless now, there’s no sound of a football game on and even though everything looks the same way you left it, it feels emptier.

something bright pink catches the corner of your eye and it’s like there’s a lead weight crushing your lungs. you slowly walk over and pluck the note off the counter ‘don’t forget your lunch. love you xx’ you always had a bad habit of that and simon loved leaving you little reminder notes from time to time. you normally keep them in your nightstand drawer to read when he’s away but now you’re not sure if you’ll ever have the heart to look at them again.

the notes crumples in your hand as you fall to your knees and let out a visceral scream. the force of your cries wracking your body and leave you heaving and shaking. simon riley was gone and all those notes were all you had left of him.

#mic writes #i apologize but tomie got me in a sad mood oops #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley angst

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minced-mangoes · 8 months

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I don't care what you think Lucifer is a bottom in my heart no I won't explain it just feels right. This is just a random headcanon to start this post.

Lucifer isn't super cuddly, but he does quite enjoy letting you snuggle up to his wings. Especially at night when you're asleep in bed, Lucifer will lay a wing over you, just so he knows you're still there. That you're safe and warm.

He takes pride in it, that he's protecting you, that no one would dare lay a hand on you with him there, shielding you, even at their most vulnerable point of sleep.

Also I personally think Lucifer sleeps on his stomach. It started as an angel, three wings makes it hard to lay on your back, and now that he's missing a pair of wings (and is probably severely scarred in that area) sleeping on his stomach is much more comfortable. The pain of the scars, plus waking up with his wings slept on weirdly, just isn't nice.

Of course if he isn't in his demon form, the wing thing is null, but I think the pain in his back just keeps him on his side or stomach. If he isn't in demon form when sleeping next to you, he will wrap an arm around you. Still taking comfort in knowing you're there with him. Of course this makes waking up in the night a bit difficult, as you don't want to wake this poor overworked man at 3 in the morning so you can go use the washroom, but he won't hold it against you if you do.

Now, if you get up to eat he'll be a bit upset. "Why didn't you eat enough at dinner? That isn't healthy. Living with Beel should have taught you to know not to skip meals." Of course all his nagging is from a warm part of his heart. He just wants the best for you. His idea of what's right with you, and what is actually right for you might be a bit different, however.

Tell him that. He feels proud when you stand up to him. Of course his human, the one he chose to make a pact with, out of the many who have begged him, would be bold, and tell him off when he's wrong.

~~~ Hee-hee hoo-hoo thanks for reading,,, as always I encourage interaction, especially asks. I will dump my headcanons on you. I also accept oneshot requests, though those take me a while to write, as I'm a slow writer. ( I started drafting this post on the 12th)

Funny note, at first I was scared of Lucifer, then I disliked him, then I realized he was actually pathetic and suddenly became a big fan.

Tomi Out!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #tomi's obey me au #obey me lucifer #headcanon #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x you #obey me nightbringer #omswd #more tomi thoughts #Tomi writes headcanons? More likely than you thought.

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portgasdwrld · 10 months

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Hello! For the event, I'd like to ask for Law with a female reader and the prompt "I'm the luckiest person". Just, it's reader saying that to Law and his reaction, probably saying the same thing back to her later?

↻ HELLO, I'm sorry for taking so long! Hopefully you will like it.

I’m finally starting my 500 followers event before I hit 1k LMAO

☆ Lucky w. Law

You watch your boyfriend whose focus is deep in his books. You admire his determination and dedication to his dreams and his self. Unconsciously, you find yourself smiling softly at him with eyes full of love. His fluffy dark hair who is now quite messy from him passing his fingers through it, his eyes reading the pages in front of him, his tattooed fingers playing with his pen; why was even the most effortless behaviour done by him, evoking this feeling of warmth in your heart?

Was it because he’s able to give you this tranquility you needed and this love which was never too demanding or complicated, for most times? You aren’t too sure, but you felt overly very satisfied and almost lucky to have met him. You felt lucky to have his love.

He must have felt you staring because you notice his eyes looking quickly at your direction. He focuses right back into his things, but you see the way his lips curve into a smirk.

“What so funny” , you ask with every intention to disturb his studying. You smile wildly as Law turns his body slightly toward you and drop his pen down.

“Why are you staring at me for so long ?” He asks with the same smirk you love so much.

“You are too handsomeeee, how can I not stare”

You teasingly say as you stand up and walk to him. To that he just rolls his eyes , but still, there is a light blush on his cheeks.

“But honestly…”, you start as you stop in front of him and sit down on his lap. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you more into him.

“I feel like I’m the luckiest person” Law cocks an eyebrow at your statement a little confused. He doesn’t say anything, his eyes tell you enough to get that he doesn’t understand.

You chuckle as you peck his cheek. “I don’t know, I just feel so lucky to have you in my life. To have you by my side and be able to share this comfortable love with you.”

Law furrows his eyebrows for a second and nods without saying anything. You are someone who brought a lot of good into his life. With everything he lived younger and in the past, life does get hard when he finds himself locked up in his thoughts. On the other side, ever since you came into his life, he has someone who to talk with and trust on more serious matters. He has someone with who he can be himself and be vulnerable which is very unlike him. But somewhat with you, that seems easier and it comes naturally. So wasn’t he the one lucky to have you in his life ?

You watch him think about your words and as the man he is with little words, he leaves a quick peck on your cheek.

“Thank you…for being in my life too” ♡

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actuallysaiyan · 4 months

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Pictures Of You(Chapter One: The Mystery Begins)

warnings: mentions of death, murder, gore, Tomie(she's a warning all herself), crossover, trauma pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru summary: Years after you tried your best to push the murder of your classmate out of your mind, one photo brings the memories come rushing back. You, Nanami and Gojo are tasked with going out to investigate.

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The nightmares never stopped. You would see that haunting face every night. It’s actually what triggered your cursed technique from emerging. Her face was always haunting you.

You remember how things escalated ever since you first met. She made you feel wary from the first time; butterflies in your stomach that fluttered endlessly. It soon turned sour when you realized you had become jealous of her. Tomie and her beauty. Tomie and her charm. Tomie and her wit.

You found yourself growing even angrier when she mocked you and said you weren’t worth being friends with. She would hang out with a string of boys from your school, and yet none of them were worthy of her affection either.

The thing that made your cursed technique emerge was the day that she was tormenting you and another boy from your class. He was so in love with her, and you were trying to convince him to stop pursuing her. Though he wouldn’t listen to you, something else happened right before your very eyes.

Your classmate pulled a knife on Tomie, stabbing her multiple times and causing her blood to splash and splatter everywhere. It hit you in the face, making you shudder and drop to your knees. Then the boy turned to you, threatening you with the very same knife he used to murder Tomie.

The minute he came closer to you, you watched in horror as a giant rose grew and swallowed him whole. The rose exploded in a mess of petals and then everything went black.

The stress from the event caused you to black out. From that moment on, you were pulled from your high school. You were brought to see so many doctors, none of them able to explain what happened to you. Many of them had said you were hallucinating from sheer stress and fear and the boy had just run away.

They deemed you insane and unfit to return to school. Your parents worried you’d never get a good education. Then a man came to visit you in the hospital. Masamichi Yaga had come to you because he had heard about the incident. Days would go by without seeing him again, and when he finally returned, he had invited you to come to the school with him.

Despite no other sorcerers being in your lineage, you were a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Your cursed technique, Swallowing Rose, had just been suppressed for a long time. With no one to teach you about your powers, you never knew to use them. But the minute your life was on the line, that’s when it finally burst out. The rose had come out and done exactly as its name implied.

You weren’t well when you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and in fact, you needed more extensive therapy. With the years gone by, you eventually found yourself able to comfortably forget about Tomie. It was so far in the recesses of your mind, you just found yourself never thinking about the girl or the incident ever again…

Until today.

In front of you on the desk was a manilla envelope. It was the details for your next mission. You knew it was something you’d be going out of town for. You had been told it was going to be a long mission, and it would take multiple sorcerers to deal with this curse.

A small town by the sea was being tormented by a special grade curse, and of course they had to send only the best of the best. You, Nanami and Gojo had been selected to investigate what was going on. You were just opening up the envelope when the two men in question entered your office. Gojo is, of course, talking Nanami’s ear off. Nanami looks at you, almost as if to beg for help from the man who’s annoying him.

“Are you both here to look over the details for this mission?” You ask, cutting off Gojo’s reply to Nanami’s grunts of annoyance.

“We are! I’m so excited to go on this mission with you and Nanamin!”Gojo coos playfully before he sits on your desk.

You pull the contents of the envelope out and place them on your desk. Your heart skips a beat when the image in front of you begins to pull awful memories from your mind. You blink a few times, unsure if you’re going to faint or if you’re going to vomit. Nanami steps closer, making sure you’re alright.

“What is it?” He asks you, but when he glances at the picture on your desk, he realizes what’s going on.

The reports said that she was a dangerous curse. A special grade curse. One look at her and it would drive the person into madness. Falling in love with her until you cannot take it anymore. Most people who have encountered Tomie have taken their own lives in a fit of rage after murdering the curse…proceed with caution.

“That’s her, isn’t it? The one from when you were a high school student?” Nanami inquires, but he knows the answer.

“Y-yeah it is.”

He notices the way your face has gone all pale. You look like you’re going to be sick. This mission wasn’t any ordinary mission; it was a mission that required two Grade One sorcerers and one Special Grade. You’ve never been on a mission quite like this one.

All three of you were going to have to track down this special grade curse. A curse so beautiful and so angelic, she turns people into murdering maniacs. Only a few have survived after seeing her face to face.

“I don’t think she’s that pretty,” Gojo says with a smirk. He throws a picture of Tomie onto your desk.

Nanami studies it closely, “Maybe not in this photo, but I’ve been told she might be a shapeshifting curse.”

You look at the picture, seeing just how distorted it looks. You feel shivers run down your spine as you recognize the face. It’s Tomie, alright. You’ve seen her before. You, one of the only survivors of witnessing this curse, is about to pick up the pieces again. And it all starts with a distorted photograph of the two-faced girl who bullied you in high school.

“She is something else. Something incomprehensible. She’ll rip you to shreds without a second thought,” you explain, your hands shaking again.

Nanami gets up, heading over to the little coffee station you have in your office. He begins brewing some tea for all three of you. Gojo continues to look at the picture. Meanwhile you read over the details of the mission. Seems like she’s been appearing in all kinds of places all over Japan. It doesn’t surprise you at all.

Despite watching your classmate kill her, you always thought something was odd with the way her corpse had looked. It almost seemed to be twitching with life, despite the fact that he had stabbed her so many times. And when he turned to face you and threatened you with that same knife, you swore you must have heard her voice whispering in your ear.

But it was a bit more of a faded memory now. You couldn’t quite recall all the details. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Nanami places a mug of hot tea in front of you. He gives one to Gojo as well, who smiles playfully.

“This must be hard for you to accept such a mission,” Nanami speaks. “She’s not going to be an easy curse to dispatch.”

You shake your head, “I’m more than ready to put all of this behind me. If we all work together, we can get rid of her for good. You have no idea what she has done to me…and what she might have done to others.”

Gojo looks at the details of the mission. Your first stop would be a small town by the sea. Stories of a woman emerging from the water and luring small children to her had been the words that filled the first page of the report. The other pages were filled with other stories: Tomie murdered and turned into seishu and sold on the black market, Tomie seen dating a top model only for him to disappear into the shadows, Tomie being adopted by a elderly couple only for her to have mysteriously disappeared.

“I think we’ve got a lot on our hands,” Nanami finally pipes up. He sips on his tea and looks at you, “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?”

You nod your head as you finish off your tea. “I’m ready for this. I want to finally end this.”

Gojo smirks, “That’s my girl!” A tinge of jealousy strikes Nanami, but he dismisses it quickly.

You look down at the picture again. You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task by any means. But if it meant you’d get to live your life normally and put this all behind you, you were ready to finish this once and for all.

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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 4 months

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Fuck you(my pleasure)- Fem!Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader- oneshot

Tiana hated the bitch, she really did, with her arrogant attitude and stupid smug grin, and the overly confident air she always had, especially after a successful quidditch game.

(y/n) (l/n). The bane of Tiana Riddle's existence. A fellow Slytherin; muggleborn, cocky, smug, and overly confident. She had already noted that but (y/n) got on her nerves so often that Tiana couldn't help but repeat her frustrations with the other girl.

(y/n) was one of the top quidditch players in the school, a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team, and Tiana loathed her from the very start; and (y/n) felt the same way, the two have been at each other's throats since first year.

No one is quite sure how it started, even (y/n) hardly remembers why they started fighting, but oooh Tiana remembers, she remembers very well and holds that grudge, all the way into their 7th year, six years of fighting, name-calling, spats, and glares.

Tiana acknowledges that her grudge was quite childish since (y/n)s initial remark that set it off had probably been innocent in context...considering they had both been 11 when it all began.

It had been during their first potions class together, learning the basics-school had just started, Tiana was eager to learn and pulled her short choppy hair back, only to freeze when she felt a chubby 11-year-old finger touch the base of her neck-where a small whip scar from the wools orphanage caretaker had struck her a few months prior. "What’s that?" (y/n) had asked, simply curious, and Tiana had smacked her hand away, her eyes wide with disgust that masked her fear.

"Don't touch me!" She seethed, back then, and she still was, had been very defensive of herself and hated anyone pointing out her 'home' life, such as her scars from beatings from the caretakers who had been, and still were, highly religious; and had attempted to 'beat the devil' out of Tiana over the years.

(y/n) hadn't meant to offend Tiana by pointing out the thin scar on her neck, but she had and that had started the little rivalry between them, Tiana strived to leave this rude girl in the dust, to make her ever regret pointing out what Tiana hated most-her past.

(y/n), however, didn't really even realize what had happened and just-went with the flow-enjoying their spats and arguments, loving it when they got paired together so she could tease Tiana further, which only made Tiana angrier when (y/n) would poke at her.

It was all in good fun for her, and as the years went by and Tiana grew up, going from the lanky 11-year-old with a permanent RBF to the hot 17-year-old, still with a resting RBF but DAMN was Tiana Riddle fine! and (y/n) loved every moment she got to mess with Tiana, loving to watch Tiana's facial expression morph into anger or frustration.

Yeah, she had a crush on Tiana Riddle, her rival, how could she not? Tiana was beautiful, smart, spiteful, charming, sarcastic, bitchy, did she mention beautiful?! honestly, if Tiana told her to shut her trap and sit, she would-(y/n) was utterly whipped for the dark-haired beauty.

Buuuut so was the rest of the school, especially the boys, who all competed for the coveted attention of Tiana Marvolo Riddle. But (y/n) held the trophy of getting Tiana's attention the easiest, with her annoying tendencies.

Her favorite time to annoy Tiana? Right after quidditch practice and while Tiana was doing her prefect rounds.

Which…was right now.

“heeeey Tia~” (y/n) sang as she walked towards the prefect that was sure to become head girl the next school year. Tiana-who loathed when (y/n) called her ‘Tia’-turned her head sharply, her raven black hair flaring as she glared at (y/n). “oh don’t give me that look Tia, you know you love me,” (y/n) teased, narrowly avoiding a hex, giggling as Tiana huffed and spun around again, continuing down the hallway on her patrol.

“I’m sure you have better things to do than bother me, (l/n).” Tiana huffed, her head held high as she walked down the hallway, the afternoon sun beaming through the open windows of the courtyard. (y/n) just grinned, skipping a bit to catch up with Tiana, stretching her arms out behind her to hold her broom behind her head, her grin lazy as she stepped in line with Tiana.

“What better is there to do than annoy you, Tia~?” (y/n) cooed, laughing as she dodged a bat bogey hex from Tiana, who was slowly going red in the face. “you’re so easy to tease Tia~” (y/n) cooed again. Tiana glared at (y/n), her fist clenched around her wand, the other pushed tight against her thigh in an attempt to ground herself before she did something that got her in trouble.

“Shut. It. What do you even want? I'm quite busy with my rounds if you couldn’t tell. I don’t have time for your silly games.” Tiana huffed, turning on her heel again to continue her patrolling route-which was thankfully an early one so she could get to bed on time for once.

“Can't I just come by and bug my favorite prefect?” (y/n) laughed, catching up with Tiana again, the smell of her drying scent making Tiana’s nose scrunch and she shoved (y/n) away.

“Not when you smell like that, if you must annoy me, have the decency to shower first.” Tiana grumbled, (y/n) stopping to smell herself and letting out a small ‘whew’ as she turned her face away.

Yeah, Tiana had a point.

(y/n) looked back to make another remark but Tiana was already on the other end of the hall, speedwalking away from (y/n), and (y/n) smirked. “she likes me,” (y/n) chuckled, turning on her heel to head back to the Slytherin dorm room to shower.

“-And Ms. Riddle, you’ll be paired with Ms. (l/n).” Tiana bristled as Professor Slughorn assigned her to pair with (y/n) for a potions assignment, glaring at the smug girl who was smirking widely. Tiana subtly rolled her eyes and nodded, giving her professor the usual charming smile.

Professor Slughorn smiled back and turned to write on the board-Tiana’s smile disappeared and turned to a glare as (y/n) moved from her table to Tiana’s, plopping down noisily next to Tiana-a stupid grin on her stupid face.

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak but Tiana just stuck her finger in her face, glaring. “not. A. word.” Tiana hissed and (y/n) just grinned, resting her chin on her hands as Tiana began their potions assignment. After a few minutes, (y/n) spoke up quietly as Tiana wrote down the necessary notes she would need for later. “you know, team assignments are usually worked together as a team, not just by one person,” (y/n) said and Tiana huffed, side-eyeing her.

“How you think I’d have faith in your…academic brain? I do not know.” Tiana hissed, twirling her quill between her fingers, (y/n)’s eyes following the action. “Please, you use all your brain power for silly quidditch games, I’ll handle this assignment, you can sit there and be quiet.” (y/n) just hummed, her gaze locked onto Tiana’s pretty pink lips as she spoke oh so harshly, yet beatific.

“Whatever you say Tia,” (y/n) mumbled and Tiana’s ears turned red as she glared at (y/n), snapping her forehead with her knuckle, making (y/n) yelp and then laugh as she jolted back from the painful gesture.

“you know, there's such a thing as sleeping, Tia.” (y/n) said from across the library table, dropping her quidditch bag to the floor, having just finished up an early morning practice, joining Tiana in the library for their assignment. Tiana glared at (y/n), her head pointed down at the parchment in front of her while her eyes glared at (y/n) through her thick lashes.

“There's such a thing as showering, (n/n)” Tiana hissed back, (y/n) only grinning at the sudden nickname christened to her by Tiana, but she smelled herself anyway, she didn’t smell that bad. Mostly like grass and leather really. Tiana made a face as (y/n) did so, rolling her eyes and going back to writing for their assignment.

“Anywayyy,” (y/n) hummed, bringing out a wrapped muffin and setting down a coffee in front of Tiana, who stared at the items with suspicion. “since you won't let me help, I thought I’d help you not pass out, so-eat-caffeinate,” (y/n) said, also setting a thermos with cold water inside in font of Tiana. “and hydrate.”

Tiana stared at the items before narrowing her eyes at (y/n), who smirked back. “are you trying to poison me?” Tiana hissed, pushing away the muffin(that looked way too tempting right now since Tiana had missed breakfast doing this potions assignment.) (y/n) snorted, smiling widely.

“And miss your pretty face? As if, just take them, you need it.” (y/n) laughed, getting up from the table and leaning over to grab one of the books Tiana had grabbed for the assignment. “you eat, I’ll do some of the assignment,” (y/n) said, taking the parchment from Tiana and picking up where she left off, Tiana blinking in…amazement? Shock? She didn’t know, but Tiana stared at (y/n) for a few seconds before taking the muffin and peeling the wrapper, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a bite, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor.

Chocolate chip. Her favorite.

Tiana looked back up at (y/n) who had busied herself with writing for the potions assignment.

Tiana refused to admit that maybe, possibly, the ice that kept anyone out melted….just a little bit.

Tiana had utterly no idea how she got here, she really didn’t. maybe it started with a conversation about stress and how to relieve it or maybe some stupid argument between her and (y/n)??

She didn’t remember, all she knew now, was how fucking sinful (y/n) looked with her head under Tiana’s skirt, warm rough hands on her ass and her fucking tongue lapping at Tiana’s clit through her lace panties-Tiana struggling to stand as she leaned against the broom closet wall, her legs trembling around (y/n)’s head as they threatened to give out.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana panted, a moan escaping her as she tried to speak (y/n)’s name only to fail as (y/n)’s saliva soaked through her panties with the aid of Tiana’s arousal that practically dripped through the fabric. (y/n) hummed from below, her eyes just barely peeking out from behind the hem of Tiana’s green skirt. “this-this is wr-wrong,” Tiana stuttered, gasping as (y/n) licked at her clit again, which was already swollen and aching.

“Then why does it feel so right?” (y/n) whispered, her fingers inching up to curl around the hem of Tiana’s panties, slowly rolling them down-exposing Tiana’s pussy to the stale cold air of the broom closet. (y/n)’s eyes darkened at the sight and she let out a soft groan, burying her face beneath Tiana’s skirt again, her tongue wide and flat as she tasted Tiana’s pretty pink pussy, moaning. “you taste fucking delicious,” (y/n) gasped, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at Tiana who was grasping onto the wall behind her for balance, gasping helplessly as she looked down at (y/n), her deep brown eyes almost black.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana whispered-nay-whined and (y/n) full force buried her face into Tiana’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit and cunt with abandon, her hands holding the back of Tiana’s thighs tightly-feeling the creamy smooth skin under her calloused palms as she shuffled forward on her knees, almost desperate to taste more of Tiana.

Tiana moaned and trembled and cried out as (y/n) ate her out like a woman starved, her knees shaking as she braced herself back on the wall, panting heavily as her body burned from the heat of it all, the broom closet growing stuffy and hot as (y/n) lapped at her cunt and sucked her clit, (y/n)’s tongue smooth yet rough against her and Tiana thought she might cry from how good it all felt.

(y/n) did something with her tongue and Tiana’s legs did give out, (y/n) caught her and held her up against the hall, and that made Tiana even more lightheaded, feeling (y/n)s strong arms hold her up almost effortlessly as her tongue circled her clit. Tiana moaned loudly as (y/n)’s tongue kept fluttering on her clit and her hands fly to (y/n)’s hair, holding tight as she let her hips move with the feeling of (y/n)s tongue-everything so overwhelming and kinda scary but oh fuck it felt so good.

“(y/n)-I can’t-ah!” Tiana moaned, panting heavily, her cheeks hot from the pleasure as (y/n)’s left hand trained around Tiana’s thigh and dipped between the folds of Tiana’s pussy, licking her cunt broadly before slipping a finger into Tiana’s tight cunt, groaning.

“virgin?” (y/n) asked and Tiana blushed, then nodded, glaring at the smirk on (y/n)s face before she buried her face in Tiana’s pussy again, licking and sucking her clit almost desperately as her finger began to pump into Tiana’s cunt, slow and easy, groaning against Tiana’s clit as she felt her finger being clenched tight by the warm slick walls of Tiana’s virgin cunt-god she wanted to do so much more than eat her out and finger her, but (y/n) would take what she would get for now.

Tiana gasped heavily and whined, rocking her hips into the feeling of (y/n)’s tongue and finger, her fingers curled tight into (y/n)’s hair and her brows furrowed together as she felt a bit twist in her lower belly. “(y-y/n),” Tiana gasped, moaning as she spoke, her jaw trembling. “i-I feel-ah-I, I’m-I’m gonna-“

(y/n) groaned against Tiana’s clit, slicking up a second finger with Tiana’s dripping arousal and then carefully pushing it into her cunt, shallowly thrusting her fingers into Tiana’s tight cunt, curling it into her g-spot after a few thrusts. Tiana moaned loudly, lightning jolting up her spine and her thighs clenched around (y/n)’s head, her head knocking back against the wall. “I’m gonna-!” Tiana didn’t even have time to warn (y/n), her orgasm rushing over her like a tidal wave, her vision going black as her ears rang, lighting rushing from her pussy to the tips of her toes and then back up to her head. it was like a head rush but waaay better.

(y/n) kept sucking Tiana’s clit and Tiana whimpered, yes whimpered, and pushed (y/n)’s head away, slumping back against the wall as her vision returned to her after a solid minute. “Fuck,” Tiana panted out, her head knocking back against the wall again, breathing heavily as (y/n) slowly pulled her fingers out and then sucked them clean-something Tiana, unfortunately, didn’t see.

Eventually, Tiana caught her breath and looked down at (y/n) who was smirking up at her, her lips and chin shiny with Tiana's cum and Tiana huffed, knocking (y/n)s cheek with her knee. “that was…” Tiana trailed off, pouting as (y/n) giggled and pulled Tiana’s panties back up and got to her feet, letting Tiana’s skirt fall back into place.

“heavenly, blissful, fucking good?” (y/n) teased and Tiana rolled her eyes, putting her hand over (y/n)’s mouth and shoving her back, (y/n) laughing at the action. “you loved it~” (y/n) cooed and Tiana rolled her eyes again, pushing off the wall-yelping as her noodle legs got the best of her and (y/n) caught her, belly laughing as Tiana turned red again.

“Fuck you.” Tiana hissed, squeaking as (y/n) pulled her up and kissed her cheek, smelling herself on (y/n)’s face.

“my pleasure~”

-end-

I kinda wanted to do…more?? For this, but I lowkey have writers block for like-everything, c.ai has consumed my writer life. Anyway, hope you enjoyed~

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #smut fic #rivals/enemies to lovers #tiana/tomi riddle named after her father #Fem Tom Riddle #sapphic smut

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tomiexkawakami · 11 months

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✧⋆ A relaxing Massage ⋆✧ (smut) (Modern Au)

⚠️WARNING⚠️ This includes NSFW, content not appropriate for all.

It was around nine thirty P.M while you were heading home from work, it was EXHAUSTING... some of your coworkers couldn't attend work due to 'reasons' which were obviously excuses not to come to work.

You had to do it for them, and your work was already more then enough on its own... you just wanted to go home and rest, cuddle and stay close to your husband.

Before you could even knock on the door, your husband opens it quickly and brings you to a warm embrace, it was very clear he was happy to see you..

"Welcome back home, my dear... you seem exhausted, come and rest" Yoriichi said in a worrisome tone, he really didn't like seeing you over work yourself

"Thank you dear... i really appreciate it..." You thanked him as he leads you to the warm sofa, you sat down and relaxed on the couch.

"I noticed that your body seems very tense my dear.. would it be alright if i gave you a massage to calm and relax you?" he asked with a soft smile, but very dirty intentions and thoughts going through his head.

"Oh yes please, i would love that.." you replied almost instantly, the opportunity was too good to pass up, you needed to just, relax... Yoriichi was good at giving massages.

Maybe too good. His hand seemed to have expert knowledge on the pressure points and stress points of the body. His massage was sure to make you feel better. Perhaps more than just relaxed…

And Yoriichi knew about the secret effect of these massages… Yoriichi started massaging you, slowly but it sure was relaxing...

He gave your shoulders a little squeeze as you relaxed on the couch.

His hands had a special talent with massaging pressure points…

"Don’t worry, my love… You don’t have to talk to me about anything that is troubling you… Just try to relax…"

Your stress melted away as Yoriichi kept on massaging your shoulders. You were in his control now. Everything would be ok. The moment was almost too perfect.

Yoriichi let his hand slowly creep downwards, you were too relaxed to notice the smirk he put on his face…

And then his hand began to creep downwards… A smirk crawled across his face as he realized what he was about to do.

The feeling of power was addicting…and Yoriichi couldn’t resist the urge. "just relax…"

A devilish grin crept across his face as he brought the massage down to your legs. He was about to do the very thing that he had been fantasizing about for so long.

And You? You wouldn’t be able to resist him.

With each moment, your limbs turned to jelly.

You felt as if they were melting under his hands as he kneaded out those tense muscles. It was the most relaxing feeling you had felt in a while…

Yoriichi’s eyes lit up at your reaction. He took his opportunity, beginning to massage your thighs while smiling deviously.

His massage was starting to get a little bit more suggestive…

After finally realising what he's planning, your eyes slightly widen, this wasnt going to be just some normal massage..

"Oh, (name)."

He continues his massage, bringing it even further down your legs. Yoriichi can’t help but chuckle. He really enjoyed teasing you like this.

"Relax, my love… You have nothing to worry about…"

He then starts moving his massage upwards, brushing just a little too close to the middle of your legs.

This made you flustered, his touch.. was.. very enjoyable... Yoriichi’s voice was soft, but his gaze said otherwise. He continued to massage you, brushing even closer between your legs.

"What... are you doing..?" You asked, slighly flushed at his behaviour.

"I’m just…giving you a nice massage…don’t worry…"

He smirked again as he continued, getting just a bit more forceful with the movement.

You could feel his fingers teasing you…just a bit more….until - OH! You felt it! One of Yoriichi’s fingers touched you in a more intimate way.. and he loved it.

Yoriichi had you just where he wanted you…You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Yoriichi smirked, enjoying every second of him teasing you even further.

"Just relax…let me take care of everything…"

Yoriichi grins widely as you blush deeply in embarrassment. He had won the game. You were now firmly in his grasp and he knew exactly what to do. He starts his work, slowly and carefully…Just the right amount… just the right pressure… fingering you perfectly.

Your entire body was shaking now as Yoriichi continued his massage, making sure not to over-stimulate you. He took his time, making sure to give you the best massage of your life...

Your body responded to his every touch… you were sensitive.

It was happening, your body giving in to the pleasures of his touch.

"Just relax…let me take care of everything…"

He said as he continued his massage, his fingers running over you.

Just when you thought it couldn't get more intimate, his fingers finally touched the sweet spot…

You couldn’t help but moan to the touch, Yoriichi’s eyes widened in excitement when you moaned.

He loved the way you looked so vulnerable at his touch. You were already so worked up by this point and he knew exactly what he had to do…

Every moan you made was like music to his ears. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. His gentle hands continued roaming over your body, bringing you to the edge.

Soon, you felt him shift his position to be on top of you. Yoriichi held onto your body tightly, his arms pulling you closer to him.

You felt his soft warmth press against your skin, your body slowly becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. Your heart started beating faster, your breathing becoming shorter and faster.

You began to moan softly… the pleasure of his touch was overwhelming. It felt so… good.

He started to give you a long, passionate kiss, his tongue meeting yours.. it was amazing. While keeping the kiss, he leds you both to the shared bedroom, he pinned you down while slowly undressing you... after doing so, he undressed aswell.

"Like what you see?" He asked before pulling you to another long kiss.

"Are you ready for the next part of my massage...?"

･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.

This was my first ever attempt on writing NSFW so please don't judge me too hard😭🙏

English is my second language, so i am not fluent, if there is any spelling mistakes please tell me! Thank you for reading!

XOX - TOMIE

#demon slayer #tomie kawakami #x reader #kny #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni #kny yoriichi #yoriichi x reader #Yoriichi

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solangelotus · 17 days

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preview of the luke lovers to enemies?? maybe a glimpse of them as lovers and also them as enemies?

i’ve written the first part and it's been posted here! 🫣 i have only written one of the lover parts but it's kinda boring compared to other plans, but i WILL give a glimpse of the enemies from the first part too! 🫶🫶 the title of this series (as of right now at least) is seven devils!

you and luke as enemies:

the conch sounds break through the woods and you can hear cheering, you know it’s from your team. will and michael successfully kept chris and annabeth distracted. luke is furious, you can tell from the way his nose crinkles and the furrow between his brows. he stabs his sword into the ground right beside you and you flinch. “we would have fucking won if it wasn’t for you!”

“it’s just a game, luke,” you groan out, your chest and lungs still burning. you try to sit up but you feel so delirious, you knew your head had hit the ground but you didn’t realize you had hit it so hard. where was the adrenaline you had just a few moments ago?

“if it’s just a game, then why would you stab me?!”

“you swung your sword at my head!” you yell, wincing at your own volume. you hear footsteps and silently pray that it’s lee coming to intercept after the announcement of your team’s victory.

“because you messed me up, you fucked me over! how dare you?!” he yells at you, the tears welling up in your eyes. his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed; this isn’t about the game.

“how dare i? how dare fucking you?!” you scream back until you feel a hand grab yours. you swear your vision briefly goes out as you turn your head too quickly. lee is at your side and shushing you as he pushes your hair from your face.

you and luke before, as lovers:

from the curve of his nose to his pink, plump lips. freckles dotted across his cheeks in the most beautiful constellations. the moon shone bright over the ocean tonight, and you say a silent prayer to your aunt, artemis, for the glow that lights up his face. he’s beautiful, you think, and you wonder how you got so lucky. “i can feel you staring at me, sunny.”

“shut up,” you murmur, and push him lightly. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest as he leans back against the sand. you groan as you feel the coarse sand against your free arm. “luke, you’re going to get sand all over us!”

“who cares? you need a shower anyways,” he jokes, making a sniffing sound as he scrunches up his nose. you gasp and try to pull away from him, but his grip remains too strong. the heat of his hands burns into the exposed skin of your waist and wrist. there’s no denying your enjoyment of his hands holding you so tightly to him, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever. “let me know when you want to head back to the cabins.”

#tomi writes #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fic #luke castellan x apollo!reader #pjo fanfic #luke castellan smut #luke castellan

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tojisun · 9 months

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I bought this kuromi squishmallow because it reminded me of Simon

Bimbo reader would totally buy this for him!!!!

THAT IS SO CUTE!!

bimbo!reader def got it the moment she saw the lil skull <33

just imagining simon packing his stuff up because he’s called back for a mission when you come in tumbling to the room with the pillow cradled gently in your arms.

“oh, a new pillow?” he asks, grunting to himself at hearing the sound of his knees cracking as he stands up. he flits his eyes towards you and almost laughs at the worry that pinched away at your soft smile.

“oh, uh,” you mumble when simon closes the distance between you two, your big doe eyes blinking up at him. “it’s actually for you!”

simon’s brows shoot up in surprise. “f’r me? oh, petal, you didn’t have to, you know that?”

“i do! but i wanted to give you a gift before you go,” you reply with a huff before passing on the pillow to him. “you always liked borrowing my kuromi blanket so i decided to give you something close because i’m not letting you pack up my blanket, simmy!”

simon’s lips wobble, his heart clenching with the love he carries for you. it’s not that he liked borrowing your blanket. it’s- he, well, he liked burrowing underneath your sheets because they smelled like you. because your scent gave him so much comfort; that even if he passed out alone on your bed while waiting for you to finish up your uni homework, he still felt surrounded by you. and smelling you gives him so much comfort because it reminds simon that he’s back. that he’s home. that he’s safe in your arms.

but words fail simon today so he accepts the gift with a shallow nod before ambling his bigger body towards you, wrapping you and the pillow in his embrace. he feels the familiar prickling in the back of his eyes at feeling you nuzzle closer, your nose a shock of coolness from where it presses on the crook of his neck.

god, he’ll miss this.

he’ll miss you.

#tomie <3 #bimbo!reader #ask #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #whys it.. sad all of a sudden 😟

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theres-a-body-here · 1 year

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Tomie!reader and Ghostface they moment they spot each other in a trial

#dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #tomie!reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #ghostface #dbd shitpost

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dearest-painter · 6 months

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Hello, I was wondering if you could possibly do your take on the main cast of Hazbin hotel (and heaven if you want to) react to Tomie Kawakami or Nanno like-reader that is either always getting kidnapped or always getting princess treatment (I don't know, I randomly got this idea while watching Junji Ito's collection and eating a pizza lol)

Yeah! Since you didn’t specify that the cast are Yandere or not I did not yandere as it’s been a while since I’ve done these! Also is reader gender neutral. Also if I left anyone out tell me!

Alastor: He finds it hilarious. You can wrap anyone around your fingers and get away with it! He definitely is one of the people Charlie asks to get you when you are kidnapped because he’s an overlord but that’s only when her and Vaggie are busy. When you start getting free things with no problem he is a bit iffy, he doesn’t really trust anyone but those he deems his friends yet free things are more iffy. He always makes Husk or Nifty do taste test because…he’s really not about to have such valuable ally be harmed

Nifty: Lets be honest, she doesn’t care but if you bring bad boys to her then she’ll be super happy. She’ll do taste test for your things but only because alastor asked her. She won’t care if you are kidnapped until it makes a huge scene

Husk: He also does not care. He does understand when you get bored of the other sinners so he thinks you are good company. Bar is free to everyone so you naturally get free stuff but when he sees someone else do it..he’s very iffy on it. When you’re kidnapped he is a bit worried but mostly because of how often it is

Angel Dust: He totally understands it. Let’s be honest, he’s a famous porn star so he understands where you’re at. He gives you tips on when to know when things are drugged or when you are about to be kidnapped as he wants you to be prepared. When you get free stuff he does make you do the tricks he’s taught you so you don’t get drugged and when you’re kidnapped he’s definitely worried as he knows it ain’t good in hell

Charlie: She’s so worried for you. You seem to be able to handle yourself and be so used to it all yet she can’t help but be worried. When you keep getting kidnapped so often she gets super worried that she’ll look for you with help of others as she doesn’t want you harmed. Free things from anyone who isn’t in the hotel is immediately suspicious because of how everyone treats you so she doesn’t want any bad things to happen

Vaggie: She’s very concerned. You are so calm and unbothered by it all that she’s so worried. She stays by your side so you don’t get kidnapped yet when you are she’s with Charlie looking for you. She’ll be iffy on anything you get for free as she sees how others look at you, so she’ll offer to test it to see if it’s drugged or not as she doesn’t want you to be drugged at all

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #can be seen as platonic or romantic #femal #gn reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #Nanno/Tomie!reader

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seungrem · 3 months

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tomie!sunghoon x (no pronoun) reader

The Curse of Sunghoon

masterlist ~*+ - part 1 of 3?? ~*+

( overview: please see warnings. no pronouns mentioned excluding occasional ‘em’s, mostly an introduction to the plot, no romantic expressions between hoon & reader yet, new student!sunghoon, student!reader, and made up characters: gang leader!hoshino & stalker!rika, fic in general is more artsy than romantic )

( warnings: mentions of blood, weapons, threats, fighting/physical aggression, gangs/mob groups, a very tiny bit of gore- not detailed at all, manipulation, and stalkerish/obsessive behavior )

emoji code:

🌿 ( long story/series - 4.2k words )

🪐 ( junji ito’s Tomie AU )

+🫧 ( maybe a bit angsty )

☁️ ( stands for y/n )

likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Down the stone path lined with cherry blossom trees, pink petals fluttered sporadically in the crisp spring breeze. The walk to class was always silent, though ☁️ would catch the new student walking in the distance. It was a peculiar change to the old, tedious morning routine that he was used to- partially due to the mystery that was Sunghoon.

Sunghoon was never one to look disheveled or disoriented. His skin was always glowing- so much that it often reflected light, his lengthy figure was adored by many, and his mannerisms were always gracious. To put it simply, the boy was elegant. ☁️ had heard of the many rumors surrounding his family, appearance, and connections, but never paid them mind.

It’s been a month since ☁️’s final year of school had begun, and it’s been two weeks since ☁️ had noticed Sunghoon’s presence on the cherry blossom path. Though the walks continued to be in silence, peculiarity struck the daily routine once again.

Trudging around puddles and small piles of flowers petals on a cloudy Thursday morning, ☁️’s focus remained on the stone path below. Imagine ☁️’s surprise upon almost bumping into Sunghoon, who raised an eyebrow at the action. ☁️ stumbled back and immediately matched Sunghoon’s gaze, rather embarrassed.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” ☁️ stammered, walking around Sunghoon.

“I was waiting for you.”

Sunghoon placed his hands in his pocket as ☁️ turned around.

“Oh.. why’s that?”

“We walk down this path at the same time everyday. Wouldn’t it be nice to travel together?” Sunghoon questioned monotonously.

Aside from the confusion, there was an underlying anticipation ☁️ felt when speaking to Sunghoon. It was also ☁️’s first time hearing his voice- his tone soft yet assertive.

“Yeah.. I guess it would.”

Sunghoon burst out laughing and shook his head.

“Did you really think that I’d want to walk beside you? And everyday at that?” Sunghoon took his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms, an amused look across his face. “What humor you have.”

☁️ grimaced at the comment, looking around.

“You said you were waiting for me, though..” ☁️ muttered, anticipation transforming into anger.

“I did.” Sunghoon responded, his gaze not leaving ☁️’s. With furrowed eyebrows and rolling eyes, ☁️ took a step away from the man, about to walk away.

“I don’t want to be late, let’s go.” Sunghoon said, grabbing ☁️’s arm and continuing down the stone path. The two now walking side by side, ☁️ shook Sunghoon’s grip away as the awkward interaction began causing headache.

The rest of the walk was silent, and Sunghoon’s gesture of waiting for ☁️ became a daily occurrence. Upon arriving to the school each day, the two would give the other a look of “goodbye” to then go their separate ways.

“Is this seat taken?”

☁️ looked up to see Sunghoon standing across the cafeteria table, holding a food tray. It had been a week since the two of them began walking together.

“No.”

“Good. I was going to sit here regardless.”

An eyebrow raised, ☁️ watched as Sunghoon sat and began nipping at a salad.

“So I was wondering..” The boy began.

☁️ looked up again.

“How close are you to Hoshino?”

“Nobody’s close to Hoshino.” ☁️ responded, watching as Sunghoon continued between bites.

“What do you mean?”

“Unless you’re in his posse, I’d doubt that you’d ever get the opportunity to be ‘close’ to him. I heard that even his members don’t speak that often to him.”

“Do you think it’s by choice?”

“I don’t know. What’s it to you?” ☁️ tilted his head as Sunghoon pushed his tray aside.

“I don’t like him, he’s the root of this place’s problems.”

“Yeah, well, nobody else likes him- so you’re not alone.”

The two sat in silence as ☁️ looked around the busy cafeteria, catching the glare of Rika, a girl in their grade. Of all the times ☁️ recalled seeing her around, Rika always had two bows on each side of her long black hair, it becoming a staple in her appearance. Though, today, it seemed only one bow hung from the left side of her two pigtails.

“Is Rika staring again?” Sunghoon asked, glancing over to ☁️. “I can feel it.”

“She is.”

“Did you know that she’s quite psychotic? An absolute whacko.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s horribly obsessive- I catch her stalking me on occasion. I heard that it’s because she likes me, but who doesn’t?” Sunghoon smiled, amused by his own comment. “She’s an odd girl.”

“Yeah.. you should probably tell someone about that..” ☁️ suggested, looking over and catching her gaze once again.

“It’s alright. I usually lose her on the way home.”

Sighing, ☁️ sat with pursed lips in silence. The two were quiet until the end of the lunch period, them later walking side by side through the school hallways.

“Hey, ☁️!”

☁️ turned around to see Hoshino and three other boys approach the two of them. Initially startled, ☁️ maintained composure.

“You didn’t introduce me to your new friend.” Hoshino laughed, him now standing only inches in front of ☁️. He leaned onto a locker with his arms crossed, eyeing up ☁️ and then Sunghoon.

“His name is Sunghoon.”

“Ah, Sunghoon. The pleasure’s all mine.” Hoshino exclaimed sarcastically, holding a hand out to the boy.

“The pleasure would be mine if I didn’t think you were a bastard.” Sunghoon sneered, followed by light laughter. ☁️ stood frozen in fear as Hoshino’s shocked expression turned into one of anger. Pulling a knife from his back pocket, he pushed Sunghoon against the wall, holding it at his throat.

“Hoshino, he’s new to the school. He doesn’t know better.” ☁️ pleaded, taking steps toward the boy. Two of Hoshino’s members grabbed at ☁️’s shoulders, stopping ‘em from moving any closer.

“I don’t give warnings. Consider it your first and last.” Hoshino said, pushing Sunghoon into the wall again and backing away. He then turned to ☁️, who was still held back by the other boys. “Keep your friend in line, or you’re next.” Hoshino whispered, tapping the blade against ☁️’s lips. “K?”

Feeling their grip loosen, ☁️ watched as Hoshino turned and began down the hallway beside his posse. As soon as the group was out of sight, ☁️ turned to Sunghoon.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“Do you think I’m scared of a little blade?” Sunghoon muttered, wiping blood off of ☁️’s lips with his thumb. He then put his thumb into his mouth, making ☁️ wince. Luckily, there were only a few people lingering in the hallways, none of them seeming to notice. Sunghoon laughed and began walking away. “I’ll see you later!”

☁️ sighed. About to walk to class, another hand gripped ☁️’s shoulder.

“Hey, ☁️.”

☁️ turned to see that strange girl, Rika.

“You’re not dating Sunghoon, right?”

“Uhm.. no, I’m not.” ☁️ responded, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, I just didn’t want anything bad happening to you. You know.” Rika smiled and patted ☁️’s shoulder, her silver braces shining as she did so.

“I don’t know what you mean, actually.”

“As long as you’re not taking him away, there’s no need for you to worry about it.” Rika whispered, followed by a boisterous laugh. “No need for you to worry. Bye-bye.”

☁️ watched as Rika hurried down the hallway, throwing her pink satchel back over her shoulder.

“How odd this school is.” ☁️ huffed.

“I really don’t think he would do such a thing.”

Another week had passed since ☁️ and Sunghoon had officially become.. acquainted. As of recently, they’d had eaten lunch, walked around, and traveled to and from school together, daily. It had also been a week since their first run-in with Hoshino, whose glares in the hallways meant he didn’t forget, either. ☁️ felt this time drag- almost as if Sunghoon had bestowed a curse upon ‘em the day they first met. The boy simply seemed to attract both unwanted attention and problems.

Just the day prior, Sunghoon supposedly got one of Hoshino’s posse members kicked out of the school, somehow. Despite not being involved in the situation, ☁️ had been on the receiving end of stares and gossip ever since. The story told didn’t make much sense, and ☁️ didn’t want to ask Sunghoon about it just yet.

“Why not? Everyone knows about the rising tensions between him and Hoshino. It would make sense for him to snitch.” One of the girls in ☁️’s class whispered back as they awaited the arrival of their teacher. “I heard he manipulated a few teachers into searching the boy’s belongings. Apparently, they found knives and even gun.”

☁️ looked around the room, and then back at the girl as she continued.

“I don’t know if it’s true, but I heard that Hoshino has been planning on getting him back. I’m sure you could guess what’ll happen.”

The girl leaned back into her seat, raising her eyebrows.

“Is there anything else you can give me?” ☁️ whispered, despite knowing that this information was all that she’d provide for today.

“Even if I wanted to give you more, I can’t. That’s really all I got.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Just $5. I’ll give you a discount so that I don’t end up on Sunghoon’s naughty list. People are saying that he’ll become the next Hoshino.. I’m not sure why you spend so much time with him in honestly.”

Grabbing a few dollars bills, ☁️ quickly slid the money to the girl from a back-pocket.

“A pleasure doing business with ‘ya.”

—

“It’s unnecessary to worry about what other people say, ☁️.” Sunghoon muttered, rolling his eyes. The two sat across from each other at lunch, as they usually do.

“But accusations can have consequences. Especially since it’s involving Hoshino.”

Sunghoon put his fork down and looked up to ☁️ with a blank expression. The boy then glanced around, quickly.

“Would you like to skip next period with me? I have an errand that I have to run.”

“Not really. I’m assuming, since you asked, that you’ll need help. Right?”

“Perceptive. I’m thoroughly impressed.”

☁️ frowned. “What is it?”

“I just need to pay a teacher a visit. Just keep lookout for me.”

“Tell me what you’ll be doing, Hoonie.”

“I told you that I hate that nickname.”

☁️ shrugged, as if saying “I don’t care.” Sunghoon continued.

“It’s just to talk about Hoshino. It’ll be quick.”

“Hm.. fine. Please be quick, though.”

“Aw, that’s truly so sweet of you. Thanks for always being there for me, ☁️.”

☁️ rolled his eyes, ignoring Sunghoon’s superficial praise. Standing up suddenly, the boy motioned ☁️ to follow him.

“Let’s just leave lunch early.”

—

☁️ stood beside Sunghoon upon arriving to a classroom on the highest floor. After the boy knocked on the door, a younger-looking teacher slid it open slightly, him holding a few textbooks.

“Hey, can I help you two?”

“Yes, we’ve spoken a few days ago. Do you have a moment?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember speaking to you, and I’m a bit busy with grading. Could you two come b-“

“No, I’m sorry. You actually do have a moment.” Sunghoon pushed the door open, making the man stumble back and drop his books.

“The hell are you doing?” ☁️ muttered, grabbing Sunghoon’s arm. Sunghoon approached the teacher, shoving ☁️’s hand off of him as he walked towards the man. Picking his books up while squatting on the floor, the teacher looked up to Sunghoon, who towered over him. ☁️ was taken aback as he watched Sunghoon bent down as well. He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, whispering to him.

“Be the lookout, ☁️.” Sunghoon instructed, not taking his eyes off of the teacher. In disbelief, ☁️ took a step back and walked out of the door, closing it so that it was barely open ajar.

Sunghoon walked back out a few minutes later, a cellphone and tan folder in hand. The boy tossed an object on the floor as ☁️ took a peak behind him, seeing the teacher slouched over a desk. Noticing ☁️’s gaze, Sunghoon closed the door lightly.

“He’s fine, just resting for another minute. We should go before he wakes up.”

“You didn’t hurt him, right?”

“Of course not. I needed his help.”

☁️ looked around, seeing that the hallway was empty as the two begun down it.

“So, why didn’t he remember you?”

“I manipulated him into helping me before. That’s probably why he didn’t recall our previous meetings.”

“What do you mean manipulate?”

“Why’re you grilling me?”

“Because I don’t understand what’s going on. This is too much, Sunghoon.”

“You’ll know when it happens, just like everyone else.”

The two descended down the staircase in silence, ☁️ still not satisfied with the lack of information.

“We’re only a few minutes late to archery class. See? I told you that it wouldn’t be long.”

☁️ nodded.

“Anyway, I suspect Rika to be around here somewhere, don’t say anything else about it.” Sunghoon whispered, leaning into ☁️’s ear.

“Sunghoon!” Rika called out from behind them, as if on que. She hurried over to them from down the hallway, holding a plastic bag in hand. Still missing a bow, Rika looked ☁️ up and down with a dismissive look. “You had something for me?”

Sunghoon took the bag she held and placed the tan file and phone inside of it.

“That’s all. You’ll have it back tomorrow.”

Rika nodded and smiled, continuing down the hallway as if the conversation had never happened.

“What was the point of getting that file if you were just going to give it to her?” ☁️ asked, watching Rika disappear in the distance. The two continued, walking slowly as they conversed.

“I already read it. And I don’t want that teacher suspecting me of taking it.”

“Why wouldn’t he remember you being in there?”

“I manipulated him, remember?”

☁️ face palmed. “You don’t have powers, Hoonie. You’re gonna get us in a lot of trouble.”

“Yes I do. I’m special, remember?”

“I really hope narcissism isn’t clouding your judgment.” ☁️ sighed.

Sunghoon stopped walking, seemingly offended. “Nothing could cloud my judgment.”

“That’s something a narcissist would say.”

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Sunghoon stepped in front of ☁️, opening the gymnasium doors and gesturing forward.

“Thank you.” ☁️ muttered, catching the teacher’s glare as they stepped inside. The teacher was older- probably in his 50’s. ☁️ watched as the man hurried to the two of them with compound bows under his arms.

“Since you two decided to show up, help me gather the rest of the materials.” The man said, motioning the two to follow him into the equipment room. “You, grab the box of arrows since it’s heavy.” He said, pointing at Sunghoon. He then pointed to ☁️ before gesturing toward additional compound bows. “You can put the last two bows on the rack out there, follow me back please.”

The three walked back to the group of students who waited in the middle of the gymnasium floor.

“Alright everyone! Split into two groups of eight.” The teacher instructed.

“Make sure we aren’t in Hoshino’s group.” Sunghoon muttered, pulling ☁️ away from the crowd of students. After a minute, the class was divided.

“This group has nine, one of you go over there.” The teacher said, looking at ☁️. A student awkwardly shuffled over to the other group. “Okay, good. This side is shooting first, and then that side. Grab a bow and an arrow and line up.”

“We’re shooting first.” ☁️ looked over to Sunghoon, who stared intently at the windows on the other side of the room. Patting Sunghoon’s arm, ☁️ knocked the boy out of his daze. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I saw something outside.” Sunghoon replied, shaking his head. The two followed the group of students over to the rack of bows, grabbing one alongside an arrow. The teacher called out commands, and the students raised their bows. The target in front of them was tall and wide, with three circles of red white and blue. Sitting on the other side of the room with their backs against the window, the other students watched.

“Shoot!”

☁️ released the arrow, though someone else’s collided coincidently with it, causing ☁️’s to fall to the ground. Laughing it off, ☁️ turned to Sunghoon.

“How did you do?”

“I got a bullseye.”

☁️ looked over to the target, seeing a singular arrow in the blue center.

“That’s impressive.” ☁️ muttered, turning to Sunghoon once again. The boy was looking over his shoulder- his gaze fixated on the group of students against the window. “What do you keep looking at?”

“You didn’t see that guy standing outside?”

☁️ looked over, not seeing anybody over the standing students’ heads. “No.”

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair as the students placed their bows on the ground and took a step away. Sunghoon and ☁️ followed their movements, awaiting the teacher’s directions.

“Okay, second group, it’s your turn.”

About to walk toward the wall alongside the others, Sunghoon gripped at ☁️’s shoulder.

“I’m not going over there until I see that boy again.”

“What if you’re just seeing things?”

“I’m not, I know I saw him.”

“Even if there was a boy, so what? You’d see him better if we go over there.”

“You don’t understand.”

☁️ shrugged, walking away from the bows so that other students could use them. Sunghoon followed, standing diagonally to the second group. Only a few feet to the right of the target, ☁️ caught Hoshino’s gaze and immediately looked away.

The teacher began shouting commands as Sunghoon’s gaze didn’t come off of the window in the distance. The teacher stood behind the engrossed students as he called out, despite not seeing the actual target.

“There he is.” Sunghoon muttered, jogging a few steps forward and walking towards the window. ☁️ looked over to see a tall boy in a black school suit towering behind the students standing against the wall. His mahogany hair blew in the wind as his steady gaze didn’t leave Sunghoon’s. It was an eerie scene, one that filled ☁️ with fear as the stranger peeked into the room.

“Shoot!”

☁️ flinched as droplets of red sprinkled across the face and neck possessed. Pinned against the target, Sunghoon twitched as red trickled down his body. Perceiving the horror a few feet in the distance, ☁️ cupped a hand over the mouth that gasped. The students holding bows cried out or turned around to avoid the scene. Those sitting against the window all stood up, some covering their eyes and some rushing over to get a better look. The man on the other side of the window was no longer present.

“What the hell..” The teacher choked, stepping through the line of students to see Sunghoon impaled by their arrows. With a throat becoming drier by the second, ☁️ walked over to the line of students. Arrows had gone through Sunghoon’s eye, neck, shoulder, stomach, leg, and both sides of his arms. Someone behind ☁️ threw up.

“What the hell did you do..” The teacher croaked again, looking at the students beside ☁️.

“You said to shoot!” One girl cried out.

“He just ran in front of the board. It wasn’t our fault.” Another boy muttered.

☁️ turned to see Hoshino approach Sunghoon’s body- it no longer twitching.

“We’ll just get rid of the body. Guys, help me get him off of this.”

“The hell are you talking about?” One of his mob members shouted, his voice shaky.

“Unless you all wanna go to jail, I suggest you help get rid of the body.” Hoshino shouted back, him then slowly removing each arrow from Sunghoon’s body. A few boys walked beside him, helping the boy set Sunghoon’s lifeless figure onto the floor.

“Someone get the tarp cover from the equipment room.” Hoshino ordered after turning his head, glaring at the crowd that now stood behind him. A girl beside ☁️ nodded and sprinted over to the room.

“Nobody go anywhere! We are not getting rid of anything!” The teacher roared, pushing a few of the boys surrounding Hoshino away from Sunghoon’s body. Hoshino quickly stood up, pulling a switchblade from his back pocket and holding it at the teacher’s neck.

“Either you help us or you suffer the same fate.” Hoshino looked around. “That goes for everyone!”

The girl ran back with a black tarp, unraveling it so that Hoshino’s members could drag Sunghoon onto it.

“What the fuck is happening.” ☁️ whispered to himself, watching as other students began helping to wrap the body.

“This is so fucked up.” A boy beside ☁️ whispered in response.

“There’s a door leading outside in the equipment room, right?” Hoshino asked the teacher, his switchblade still pointed at him. The teacher simply nodded his head.

“Alright, everyone outside! Now!” Hoshino yelled, jogging over to his members. He whispered to them before turning to the crowd of students. Pointing to the tarp, he called out again. “I need a few people to carry this into the mountain.”

Students stepped up and kneeled beside the tarp cover. Lifting it, they began into the equipment room, guided by two of Hoshino’s members. Hoshino stood behind, watching as everyone filed into the room and out the door. ☁️ was the one of the last students to leave, exhaling upon observing the small puddle of blood that dripped down the target and onto the floor.

“Go.” Hoshino said, waving the switchblade at ☁️ as he and the teacher walked passed. ☁️ followed them into the room and out of the metal door, one of Hoshino’s members then closing the door behind them. ☁️ watched as the group walked into the forested area a few feet in the distance, barely trailing behind. Hoshino noticed, him turning around and walking towards ☁️.

“I guess I need to chaperone you.” Hoshino muttered upon gripping ☁️’s arm, the two of them then rushing up the hill and through the forest. They eventually caught up to the group, a fire having been started. Hoshino let go of ☁️ after he stood beside his members.

“We’re going to give everyone a part to hide. If your part gets found, you’re dead. After you hide it, and hide it well, you can go home. Wash your hands and clothes immediately. The teacher and my group will clean the gymnasium- if you’d like to help you can. Everyone understand?” Hoshino shouted, watching as most of the class nodded their heads. He then began unwrapping the body with the help of a few other students. ☁️ had to turn around upon seeing Hoshino’s men begin digging their knives into the boy’s already decomposing body.

A few minutes had passed since the boys had begun severing, and ☁️ remained opposite to them. People began walking away with small parts of Sunghoon in their hands. One with a few fingers and another with his two ears. It made ☁️ want to gag at the sight, but the shock taking over ☁️’s body prevented anything further from happening.

“Hey, ☁️.”

☁️ turned around to see Hoshino standing in the way of what remained of Sunghoon’s body. Avoiding eye contact, ☁️ noticed the organs in the boy’s hands.

“Since you were closest with him, I’m giving you his heart and brain.”

Looking to the right, ☁️ felt Hoshino drop the organs into open hands.

“If it makes you feel better, I was going to do it eventually. Maybe I could make it up to you sometime.” Hoshino sighed, seemingly displeased with the lack of acknowledgment he was receiving. ☁️’s eye twitched in response to his words.

“You could never.”

☁️ turned back around, continuing aimlessly into the forest. Attempting to go back the way the group came to avoid getting lost, ☁️ trudged down the hill they walked up- finding a dirt path. ☁️ walked down it, finding a gorgeous stone bridge. A stream flowed heavily below the structure, though, ☁️ didn’t have the heart to throw the items into it. Instead, ☁️ walked across the bridge and sat in the grass- a foot away from where the water rushed through. It was then that ☁️ noticed the flat surface under the bridge’s abutment, untouched by the roaring water. Walking over to it, the space was only a little shorter than ☁️. With a deep breath, ☁️ kneeled down and climbed onto the stone surface, placing the brain and heart beside each other.

Hoshino’s words replayed in ☁️’s head. Walking back onto the bridge, ☁️ took a few steps forward and rested heavy arms on the cool stone structure. If even Hoshino noticed Sunghoon and ‘em spending a lot of time together, then ☁️ assumed that everyone had noticed, as well. Though, in reality, ☁️ and Sunghoon never really got close. He would only accompany ☁️ at lunch and on the walk home, and even then, their conversations were never in-depth. Still, ☁️ was fearful of what was to come. If someone were to find out, then what would happen? Sunghoon’s family will be looking for him, right? How is Hoshino going to keep everyone quiet? And why would Sunghoon act so carelessly upon seeing that boy? What made him so important?

Lost in the roaring of the waters, ☁️ didn’t notice a boy walk behind ‘em. The boy stopped a few feet away, leaning onto the guardrail and looking out into the distance. Upon glancing over, ☁️ recognized the boy’s mahogany hair. Both shocked and a bit scared, ☁️ took a step back.

“You know,..” The boy began. “..you really shouldn’t worry. He’ll be back.”

The boy turned to ☁️, pushing off of the bridge’s stone guardrail and walking over to ‘em. He held out his lengthy hand, which ☁️ took hesitantly and shook lightly. “My name is Heeseung.”

“☁️…. And what do you mean?”

“Sunghoon. You’ll know when he’s back, and when he is, you better spend that time with him wisely.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not going to. And that’s okay.”

The two sat in silence before Heeseung continued.

“Your school’s going to be a shit show for a while. Try not to die, otherwise there’d be nobody to welcome Sunghoon back.”

“Who are you?” ☁️ growled, taking another step back.

“Who was Sunghoon?” Heeseung replied, his voice just as monotonous as Sunghoon’s was.

☁️ remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Thinking about it.. they were something like friends, and ☁️ considered Sunghoon to be.. many things. ☁️’s crush amongst those many things.

“I’ll be around when you find out. Good luck.”

Heeseung strolled backwards as he and ☁️ kept gazes on each-other, him eventually turning around and continuing across the bridge. ☁️ watched his figure become smaller as he walked up the hill, fading behind the trees.

It seemed that people had become lost in their flawed tendencies since the new student’s arrival; His enigmatic spirit and flawless features made him impossible to miss- enchanting students and teachers alike. Uncanny in many ways, the boy’s name was Sunghoon, and even in his death, his curse remained potent.

a/n: i have a part 2 ready but let’s see how this does ! writing gn is also different and a bit challenging- next time I’ll just write saying ‘you’ bc it’s 100x easier. n e ways i hope u liked it, ik it’s different than what i usually write :,) don’t let this flop pls

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