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hippolotamus · 3 days

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Sentence Sunday ✨

I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart

Beloved mutuals and pocket pals... I honestly don't know what to say for myself. This is a case of 'I listened to a song too much, I had an idea I knew I was never gonna write' turned 'I'll just throw it out as a prompt' --> 'I'll just make a moodboard' --> 'Oh god, I've written over 1k words in place of a summary'. SO. Have... whatever this is, T Swift influenced Buddie actor au. Under the cut to save your dash.

Honestly, if the world still exists in the morning, Eddie Diaz doesn't really give a fuck. His girlfriend left, claiming he's still not over his late wife, and his teenage son, the last thread connecting him to said wife, went to go live with his grandparents. After, of course, blaming Eddie for pushing 'yet another one' away. Christopher wouldn't even look at him before he went.

Then there's Anita Mills, his agent, who is probably a few blood pressure points away from a stroke at this point. Assuming she doesn't fire him first.

Let her, he thinks, grabbing a bottle of Maker's Mark from the cabinet. He has a string of blockbuster films to his name, not to mention a commendable collection of Oscar's and Emmy's. Not that they made his parents proud or kept his wife from leaving him before she died. But they exist as proof that he's had a successful career. Between investments and liquid assets he has more money than he would know what to do with in a hundred lifetimes. So, fuck it.

Eddie breaks the wax seal and twists off the red cap. He doesn't even bother with a glass, not really seeing a need. He's never been a big drinker, but lately his tolerance has grown considerably. Indulging until he passes out seems like an ideal use of his time right now anyway. If he wakes up after? Well, he'll consider that a success.

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"Hey! What the hell?!" Eddie manages, coughing and trying not to choke on the ice cold water hitting his body. He opens his eyes to see Mills towering over him, glowering and holding an empty vase. He swipes a hand across his face. "Seriously, Anita, what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, Eddie, you tell me." She disappears for less than a minute, returning with a hand towel she unceremoniously drops on his chest. "Help me out here. What's today?"

He wriggles himself to something resembling sitting and leans back against the coffee table. "What's today?" He parrots back dumbly.

Anita crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow. "I asked you first."

Today, today, today. Where was he supposed to be- "Shit! The interview with, uh, fuck." He snaps his fingers and racks his brain trying to remember a name or a face. All he knows is they're important.

"Claudette Collins. Very good, Eddie, you got it part way."

"Give me ten minutes, I'll put myself together and we can go," he says, fighting the violent wave of nausea that hits as he scrambles to stand up.

"Save your poor carpet from getting puked on and sit the hell down."

"What? No, I can-"

"Eddie," Anita interjects, "the interview was five hours ago. The interview with the Claudette Collins. The one that took me months of phone calls, groveling and cashing in favors to get for you."

Fuck. "Anita, I'm so sorry. How-"

"Save it." Anita holds her hand up, effectively silencing him. It takes him back to being seven years old and having to explain why his dad's truck had an enormous dent in it. She rests her hands on her hips, pacing back and forth as she purses her lips. Eventually she sits in the leather armchair situated in the corner. "Eddie, you and I have known each other a long time. A long time. I've been your agent since you walked into my shitty office back in Dallas. Given your impressive display of awards, I'd say we've done pretty well together."

She inhales sharply, rubbing at her temple. Anita doesn't mince words, it's part of why he's always liked her. He never has to question where he stands. She says 'jump' and he knows exactly how high. It's not difficult to guess what's coming next.

"Eddie, I know you're going through a rough patch. What you're dealing with is hard enough without seeing it splashed on every tabloid and trashy website. Not to mention none of those places knows the real story, so it's all a bunch of 'she said he might have said' bullshit. But you've made it through tougher things." Anita doesn't need to clarify that she's talking about Shannon's death and how his parents tried to take Christopher. "I don't know what's happening this time, but I need to take a step back. My wife has made it very clear that all of my attempts at stress management are not working and that if I can't get it under control I shouldn't be surprised when I come home to an empty house. So."

Eddie swallows, waiting for the inevitable and cursing himself for pretending he wouldn't care.

"I've talked to a few friends in the business and found someone willing to take you on."

What?

"What? You're not firing me?"

Anita's features soften. "Technically, yes. I am very much dropping you like a scorpion I found in my boots. However, like I said, I found someone willing to work with you. The name is Bobby Nash. He runs a smallish agency but don't let that throw you. He's cobbled together some pretty impressive talent. I assume you've heard of Evan Buckley?"

Eddie scoffs. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? Christ, he's everywhere you look. I can't pass a damn bus stop without seeing his face." A few details begin to click into place within Eddie's muddled brain. "Bobby Nash is his agent?"

"Sure is. And we all know the stories about Evan's past aren't the type you trot out at parties. My advice is that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, go with Nash and do whatever he tells you to do. He even has a role in mind for you, costarring with Buckley. What do you say?"

What else was there to say? If Eddie didn't want to get blacklisted or wind up as some washed up tragic Hollywood story, being gossiped about where everyone - including his son - could see what a failure he was...

"I guess I say- when can I meet him?"

"Good answer." Anita clasps her hands together and gives him her signature smirk that tells him she approves. "Just leave everything to me."

Up to this point, Eddie has trusted Anita implicitly with all the messy business that comes with having him for a client. Why stop now?

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#hippo writes #buddie wip #actors au #not what i saw myself doing today #but when is that ever true #fic: lights camera bitch smile #seven sentence sunday #sentence sunday #sunday sentences #do i know what i'm doing?#not a clue

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sitp-recs · 6 months

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I love your rec list so much, it’s like my comfort page. You have an oblivious Harry list but what about when Draco is oblivious or in denial about Harry’s possible feelings?

Thank you, I’m so happy to hear that! Sure thing, here are some fics I don’t see recced often. They’re a nice mix of oblivious Draco and Draco in denial, hope you enjoy!

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by @dracogotgame (T, 7.5k)

Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.

Proof of the Pudding by daisymondays (T, 10k)

When Greg's bakery opens on Diagon Alley, Draco doesn’t expect it to the place he ends up finding love, but then again Harry Potter has always defied Draco's expectations.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 12.6k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (E, 13.6k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

Vanishing Cabinets by @romaine2424 (E, 18k)

Take one Wizarding Family Values politician who has a secret life, and add one Auror who detests discrimination of any type, but becomes a bit obsessed with said politician, and you have enough sparks to ignite a Beltane fire.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Better To Burn Than To Fade Away by Ren (E, 23k)

Harry Potter is a legend in the world of broomstick racing. He's won almost every cup, trophy, and bowl – except for the historical London-Nome which has been on hiatus for the past several years. Now the London-Nome is starting again, and Harry will do anything to pull off one last big win.

the strength to stay by violetclarity (E, 29k)

Draco and Harry are the best Senior Aurors in the DMLE, which is why they’re working the case about Wings – a dangerous new potion that sends users into a dreamscape from which they may never return. When Harry is kidnapped by the group behind Wings, Draco takes it upon himself to go after him, and is forced to confront the reality of Harry’s feelings for him, which he’s been ignoring for years.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #oblivious Draco #Draco in denial

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fairy-writes · 8 months

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Hi is this where I send requests in? If it is then could I request hc of Dazai, Chuuya and Jouno (if you write for him) with a s/o who has an ability that allows them to change size at will. Like the s/o can go from 1 inch to 30 foot tall in a second and the s/o is very mischievous so they hide in places that shouldn’t be possible to try and surprise the boys. I can imagine sitting on top of chuuya’s hat when he searches for me. I hope I explained this well and don’t feel obligated to do this <3

PRANKSTER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu x Reader

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Saigiku Jouno x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, not proof read

Notes: Hey hon! I hope you like your request! It was super fun!

Also I’ve never written for Jouno before so this was interesting!

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Dazai Osamu:

You have to get creative with Dazai.

Because one: he’s a literal genius and would instantly know where you’re hiding if you’re tiny.

And two: his ability would nullify yours which might make for some very awkward situations.

You already wear special clothes that grow and shrink with you at will so there’s no more embarrassing moments where you are in the nude.

Anyway! Back to Dazai!

Like I said you have to get creative and even when you do, you have a 95% chance of him finding you before you can surprise/scare him.

Probably the best way to scare him is by hiding in his coat pocket.

Just be careful because he puts his hands in his pockets a lot.

You’ve actually ripped his pockets more than once by scaring him.

Well… scaring is a bold word.

More like you surprise him and he acts scared.

“You scared me, my belladonna!”

Nakahara Chuuya:

Probably the easiest to surprise out of the three.

Your idea of hiding on the brim of his hat when he’s wearing it has me CACKLING.

Like you’d think he’d be able to feel the slight difference in weight but I headcanon that when he’s really focused he kinda loses spacial awareness of his surroundings.

So you take advantage of this when you’re feeling particularly mischievous!

Another great place to hide is his wine cabinet.

He’s lowkey an alcoholic but in moderation?

If that makes sense?

Like he’ll enjoy a glass or two after work every other day or so but nothing overboard.

Chuuya likes to pretend that he has a high alcohol tolerance.

He doesn’t.

I’m getting distracted again.

But hiding in the wine cabinet is a sure fire way to break a few glasses so use this move sparingly.

He doesn’t get mad per say when you scare him.

Just annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

But a kiss to the cheek or lips is a sure fire way to get him to forgive you ;)

Saigiku Jouno:

Kinda like Dazai, you have to get creative with Jouno.

Like he can hear your heartbeat pretty much at all times so hiding really doesn’t do much good despite him being blind.

He can also hear the rustling of your clothes, the smell of your perfume/cologne, etc.

So you have to resort to using the other Hunting Dogs in your scheme.

And they’re happy to help! (Mostly, it’s usually Tecchou)

Like they’ll hide you in their pockets or up their sleeves so your scent and heartbeat is mingling with theirs.

It takes some work, but ultimately is possible if you try hard enough!

And also like Dazai, he doesn’t get really scared.

Maybe he’ll subtly flinch.

But that’s about it.

He’s also the most likely to get upset with you.

Like he knows you’re joking.

But you’re most likely a fellow Hunting Dog and therefore should act accordingly.

#dazai osamu x reader #Dazai Osamu #chuuya nakahara x reader #Nakahara Chuuya x reader #osamu dazai x reader #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #saigiku jouno x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd jouno #fairy writes #Bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs

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guplia · 2 months

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My second fic for @badthingshappenbingo!

Fandom: Ninjago

Trope: Medication Tampering

Also available on AO3!

A Poisonous Shade of Red

For the master of fire nobody could expect Kai to keep his cool.

No, not when the title of the Green Ninja, which Kai had been longing for for ages, was given to the kid he hated the most. Lloyd Garmadon. Kai had despised the boy since the very moment he met him. And instead of even the mildest of punishments Wu treated him with kindness. For unleashing the Serpentine tribes.

But much to everyone's surprise, Kai was totally cool about it. As soon as he realised Lloyd was the Green Ninja he swore to protect him like it was nothing. Maybe he finally had some sense knocked into him. None of the other ninja really brought up the topic, however.

What nobody had thought of though, was that maybe Kai was keeping his true feelings a secret. Maybe he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to get his revenge. Maybe he still wanted to be the Green Ninja.

But that's just a hunch. Right?

No. Kai hated Lloyd even more than before the whole incident in the volcano. He initially planned on just leaving him there but remembered that he would have to face a very angry Garmadon. Probably Wu too.

He needed to get rid of the eight year old without anyone suspecting him. But how?

A few weeks after the Great Devourer had been defeated, Lloyd had gotten sick. Wu let him rest for that reason, alongside the fact that he had trained way too much for someone his age. Lloyd needed a break.

That night, Kai was in his room scrolling through his phone when Cole entered the room. The master of Earth was wearing a tuxedo instead of his usual ninja gi.

"Hey Kai, Dareth's hosting a party and he invited us, are you coming?"

The red ninja was not in the mood for spending time with Dareth at the moment. "No thanks."

Cole smirked. "Okay. Hey Sensei, Kai's gonna take care of Lloyd!"

Before Kai could react, Wu responded. "Very well then. Goodbye, Kai. We'll return in a couple of hours!"

Kai threw his pillow at Cole. "You maniac!" The black ninja ran out of the room, laughing.

How wonderful. He was left alone to take care of the little brat. That piece of shit.

Kai kept scrolling through his phone when someone else opened the door. "Kai?" Lloyd's voice croaked. "I feel sick."

I know that, he wanted to say. That's why I'm stuck with you. "Do you want medicine?" He spoke gently instead, not even a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Lloyd nodded slowly. "Uh-huh."

Kai went to the kitchen to see where the medicine was being kept. He opened a cabinet to find a small bottle of paracetamol inside, next to a huge bottle of bleach.

If only I could feed him the bleach instead, Kai thought as he grabbed the smaller bottle. All my problems would be over.

And that's when he froze. Because he had just unintentionally came up with a scheme to get his rightfully earned title of the Green Ninja. Nobody would know what he did. The kid already had a high fever.

Kai tentatively put the paracetamol on the counter before taking out the bleach as well. He looked behind him to make sure the door was closed before continuing. He took the smaller bottle and drained its contents in the sink. He grinned wickedly as he poured the bleach inside.

That isn't enough to kill him.

He took a glass and poured a very small amount of water in it, just enough for it to look the same when the bleach would dissolve in it.

After double checking that there was no proof of the incident he went back to Lloyd with the bleach and a teaspoon instead.

"Hey kiddo," Kai said quietly while smiling at Lloyd. "It took me a while to find your medicine, but here it is." He gave him the dosage and gave him the glass. "It might taste bad, but that's just because you're sick. Have a glass of water."

"Thank you." Lloyd whispered. After consuming the bleach, he looked pale. "Kai, I don't feel so good."

"Your fever must be going up. Just go to bed and you'll feel better when you wake up."

Lloyd was shaking now, and Kai was doing his best to stop himself from smiling. "Kai, I feel terrible."

"Shall I call the others?"

"Please. My mouth is burning."

Kai walked to the other side of the room and took out his phone. He wasn't even done with dialing Cole's number before Lloyd threw up all over himself. His breathing was short and quick.

"K-kai!" The smaller boy shrieked. Kai looked at him with fake horror like this was unexpected. Cole finally picked up the call.

"Cole! Come quick, all of you! Lloyd's throwing up and he says his mouth is burning. I think he had an allergic reaction to the medicine!"

He could hear Cole's voice talking to someone else on the other side, albeit too muffled for him to catch a single word. "We're coming now! Tell Lloyd to hold on!" He ended the call. Lloyd's entire body had turned red now. There would be no way he'd be alive by the time the others reached the bounty. Kai decided he would have his fun now. Even if Lloyd somehow survived and told the others about what Kai was about to do they'd think he was delirious.

'Kai? No way he would do that, he would die for you!'

Speaking of the devil, Kai slowly walked up to Lloyd and grabbed his neck, choking him.

"You see, Lloyd? This is what happens when you steal my destiny."

And those would be the last words Lloyd ever heard.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #kai ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #fanfiction #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo

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ljandersen · 4 months

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hey girl im back again i think abt sideways like evry single day pls pls pls when r u releasing the next update 😞

Hello again! Thanks for checking in.

Unfortunately, I don't have much of an update. I'm still working on my original sci fi series. It's my top priority. I'm almost done with the first book and then I will be focused on posting it.

That said, "Sideways" is always on my mind and heart. It means a great deal to me, and I'm incredibly flattered that you think about it too.

I wish I had better news for where Part 5 stood in the pipeline, but to tide you over, here's an excerpt from it. I opened the fire-proof safe and dragged out the notebooks just for you!

This is from "Sideways" Part 5. I typed it up from the handwritten rough draft. There are no guarantee that it will be close to the final version or that it won't be cut in editing. But, here you go!

“And after that, you’ll be back in this other timeline, hmm?” Dr. Quigley reached for the bishop and then paused. He picked up his tower instead.

The med bay lights always felt extra bright reflecting off the room’s metal surfaces. Shepard squinted at the chessboard on Quigley’s desk. A bold move. Too bold. She had to not be seeing something here.

“You must be good chums with Alenko in this other life?”

“Quite chummy. You’re really buying this story I’m telling you?”

“Naturally.” Quigley rested back in his chair and steeped his hands in front of him. “My most recent head scans for you are a little outdated though. And I do need to inventory the narcs.”

“Not all mental illness is anatomical.” Shepard vacillated with her queen. Two good choices.

“I’m glad you’re giving me more doctor’s advice. We needed this workshop.”

“So,” Shepard said lightly, keeping her eyes on the board. “How’d Kaidan take the news? You told him about the . .. permanent damage.” Whatever medical consequences there were to his Red Death, the doctor had hinted at but refused to tell her.

She set the queen on the black square near his tower. Slowly lifting each finger off, she leaned back in her chair.

Quigley snatched her queen up with his rook.

“Dammit.” She was losing her touch. Or maybe just her concentration. “You can answer my question though, right? I’m not asking what you told him, just the reaction.”

“I don’t see much purpose sharing that.” Quigley dropped her queen beside the board. He made a prompting motion for her to continue.

She gave up any pretense and looked Quigley in the eye. “Was he all right?”

“Seems to be, doesn’t he?” Quigley nodded at the mess hall over her shoulder.

Kaidan stood at the coffee machine, trapped between Cortez and Allison, listening to one of Adam’s tales, replete with exuberant hand motions. Allison seemed to be the only one not anticipating the laugh beats.

Shepard sighed. “Hell. You’re right. I’m being nosey.”

“I'm already sold on you being another Shepard. Saying ‘you’re right’ is just overkill.”

The med bay doors slid open with a hiss air. Cicero cut a clean figure in a well-pressed uniform and pressed-lipped smile.

“Here for medical treatment?” Shepard asked.

He wasn’t, of course. His eyes had zeroed directly on her the moment his squeaky boots hit the threshold.

“I am to understand that you deserve congratulations.” Cicero meandered slowly along the counter toward them.

“I don’t think so. The doc’s beat me. Just took my queen.”

“Ah, that delightful humor.” Cicero tapped a tray of scalpels as he passed it. “Those have water stains.”

“Oh, dear.” Quigley clutched his chest. “I wondered what killed my last patient.”

Cicero ran his hand under the edge of the cabinets and examined it with rubbing fingers. “This whole bay could use a thorough clean.”

“No objection here.” Quigley shrugged.

“Anyway.” Cicero ambled to the desk. “You’re acting counselor or so I heard on ANN.“

“Forgot my tiara and sash downstairs, but yes, you heard right.”

“Congratulations then. I’d share a glass of wine with you, but it’s been adulterated. The antichrist must be aboard. Rather than water to wine, it appears wines can become water.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was,” she said simply.

“Regardless, a handshake will have to do.”

“Not even that is necessary,” she said begrudgingly, but shook his proffered hand.

She checked her palm after drawing back. There hadn’t been a noticeable sting, but she’d been fooled before with a handshake. Nothing seemed amiss though. He was trying to unsettle her with his politeness.

“I suppose the late Councilor Wilson would be grateful seeing you take bat. He had grown rather close to you and Alenko. That is, before the end.”

“Uh huh.” Shepard’s blood pumped. “If you give me a ‘God rest his soul,’ Cicero, I swear . . .”

“Swear what? I think it’s well-established that attacking me, at least publicly, is not a route without consequence.”

Shepard lurched to her feet, knocking chess pieces over on the desk. “Thanks for the handshake and veiled threat. I’ll see myself out.”

“Ah, ah. Not so fast.” Cicero caught her elbow then quickly let go. “Though my wine’s off the menu, I would be pleased if you’d join me in my cabin for conversation.”

“I’d rather be waterboarded.” She shot toward the door.

“So sure? Well, that is a shame. There’s something you may like to hear.”

Her feet caught.

She urged herself toward the door, even lifted a hesitant hand to the open button. She should have taken Kaidan’s advice the first time. Nothing good ever came out of a conversation alone with Cicero.

“About what?” She couldn’t help herself.

“Dr. T’Soni.”

Shepard’s gut twisted.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know the floor number.” He strolled around her.

Frozen in place, she could only watch his retreating back. He cast a thin smile over his shoulder before disappearing through the door.

#anon ask #on sideways #fshenko #mass effect #fanfic #ask #Part 5 Excerpt #thanks for the interest anon!

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eddieschains · 1 year

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Can you do “not so tough now” with Joseph?

i had so much fun writing this 🤭 i hope you like it!!

TW// 18+ (minors move along), RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), barley proof read, Joe is kind of an asshole, sub!Joe, control kink??, dry humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), let me know if i missed anything!!

Not So Tough Now, Are You?

“Hey babe?” You heard Joe call from the bedroom while you were in the bathroom getting ready.

“Yeah?” You respond, standing in the doorway.

“Jack asked if we could pick up a bottle of champagne on our way to the party, I guess he forgot some.” He’s standing in front of the mirror tucking his shirt into his pants before giving himself a couple sprays of cologne.

“Well I have a full bottle in the liquor cabinet if you wanna just bring that.” You walk towards him, helping him smooth out his sleeves.

“Okay yeah that’s perfect.” He turns around to give you a peck on the lips. “You almost ready beautiful?”

“Yeah let me just get my shoes on. Wanna warm up the car?” He nods, grabbing his keys before exiting the house.

This was the first time you would be meeting his school friends. You’d met his close group of friends before, but these guys were more of acquaintances so you’d never got a chance to introduce yourself.

You pull up to the driveway and take notice of how nice the house is. The alumni from his school must do very well. You weren’t too nervous, considering Joes other friends were absolute angels, you didn’t think you’d have much to worry about.

“Hey Joe!” His friend greets you at the door, pulling him in for a hug before moving his eyes towards you. “Who’s this pretty thing?”

Wait. Has Joe not mentioned you before?

“Oh this is my friend Y/N.” Friend. So that’s how tonight’s gonna go.

“Hi. So nice to meet more of Joes friends.” You shake the man’s hand, your teeth gritted together.

He ushers you two into the house to say hi to the other attendees. You look up at Joe with fire in your eyes, but he ignores you. You leave him to grab yourself a drink from the kitchen while he mingles in the living room.

“So you gonna tap that or what?” You overhear one of his friends say, motioning to you.

“I already do.” He laughs, sipping the beer his friend handed him.

“I bet she lets you throw her around, huh? Pretty thing like that you’d have to.” You hear his friend laugh, glancing over to see him look you up and down. Is Joe going to say anything? You feel like a piece of meat standing in this kitchen waiting for the wolves to attack.

“Oh don’t worry guys, I am very much in control when it comes to her.”

Oh my fucking god. He was gonna pay for this later. You decide to walk over to the group and have a little fun before tearing into Joe for the way he was speaking about you.

“Hi guys, i’m Y/N nice to meet you.” You smile as you see all of their faces drop. “What’re we talking about?”

“Oh just school.” Joe responds, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? Tell me, what was Joe like in school?” You inquire the rest of the group.

“Oh he was like top dog. Always fucking bitches and was just the toughest guy i’ve ever met.” One of his friends responds, obviously not sensing the tone in the room.

You look to see Joe giving him the eyes, secretly telling him to shut up. “Tough guy, huh? Yeah that sounds like Joseph.” His eyes whip over to you. You know he despises when you call him by his full name. “Hey, Joseph, i’m getting pretty tired. Can we head home soon?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. He nods as you walk away to throw away your drink.

You grab his keys and wait for him in the car, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about you just for the sake of looking cool. You see him walking down the driveway and you bury your head in your phone.

“Baby i’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d hear all of that. But you know, these guys they’re…”

“Pigs?” You ask, not looking up from your phone.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it.” He responds, putting the car in gear.

“So you decided you also needed to act like a pig so they’d respect you?”

“No no, I should’ve never said those things. I’m not like them I promise.” You mumble a mm-hmm in response.

The rest of the car ride home is silent. Nothing but your thoughts invading your psyche. You never would’ve thought of Joe to be the type to act differently with his friends, but if he wanted to put on the tough guy act, then so be it.

You jump out of the car as soon as he parks it, running inside before he can try to convince you to talk before going inside. You knew he was going to take him time before coming inside, trying to think of what to say to you to calm you down. But all that was on your mind right now was some version of revenge. If he was going to tease you, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Throwing your clothes off, you begin rummaging through your lingerie drawer. Trying to find a piece that’ll make his head spin. You finally settle on a lacy red piece, with garters to add even more spice.

You wait in the bathroom until you hear him walk into the bedroom. You hear the plop of the mattress as he lets out a loud sigh and you start to feel bad. But, now wasn’t the time to make him feel better. He hurt you, and you were gonna make him pay.

You step out of the bathroom and immediately jump on top of him, legs on either side of him pinning him to the mattress.

“Honey what are you do-“ You press your fingers to his lips, shushing him.

“No talking unless I say so, got it?” He nods, a confused look on his face. “And no touching either.” You say as you pin his hands above his head.

You begin to grind down on his lap, his eyes falling shut. You were never in control like this when it came to your sex life, and even though you had just started, you were loving it.

You reach one of your hands that isn’t holding his wrists down to caress his cheek. Lowering yourself to kiss him from behind his ear, down to his collarbones.

“So what was it you were saying about me earlier? How you were always in control?” You nibble on his earlobe, earning a deep groan from him.

“I’m sorry baby I- shit. I didn’t mean it.” He pleads.

“Well you may be used to taking control, but tonight it’s my turn.” You growl in his ear, moving your hips quicker on top of his growing erection.

You begin to undress him slowly. Starting with his shirt, kissing and sucking on his chest and stomach along the way. He wiggling and squirming underneath you, desperate for you to pull him inside of you. You then move on to his pants, moving even slower. Painfully slow, for the both of you. You know you’d much rather just sink yourself on top of him, but he needs to pay for the events earlier in the night.

Once you finally rid him of all of his clothing, his fully hard cock springs up, hitting the inside of your thigh. You have to hold back a moan, not wanting to let go so quickly. You continue to grind your clothed pussy on top of him, and you can feel your wetness pouring through your underwear.

“Please baby.” Joe moans from beneath you.

“Please baby, what?” You spit.

“Please just fuck me, I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Hmm doesn’t sound like much of an apology to me.” You respond, kissing right above his pelvis.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I was a dick and shouldn’t have treated you like that. Please I need to be inside you right now.” He continues to beg as you let out a light chuckle.

“Aw look at you. My poor baby’s just begging me to fuck him isn’t he?” You lower yourself one more time to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Not so tough now, are you?”

Joe responds with nothing but please please please as you lift yourself off of him. Standing on the side of the bed as you remove your own clothes even slower than his. He watched while he’s whimpering and panting, waiting for you to make contact once again.

Once you’re fully naked, you wrap your legs around him once again. You grab his cock and start toying at your entrance, sliding it back and forth gathering your slick with it.

“Remember, no touching.” You remind him as you fully sink yourself down on him, moaning as he fills you up. “Fuck.”

Your hands lay on his chest, pushing into him as you slowly move your hips back and forth. You had gotten yourself so worked up, you were sure you could cum right then and there. But you hold it, wanting to wait until he was begging you for his own orgasm to reach yours.

“Does that feel good baby? Your big cock inside my tight wet pussy?” You moan on top of him.

“Faster, please baby.” He begs.

You tap him on his chest, “Uh-uh. I make the rules. But since you asked so nicely…” You begin to move your hips faster, his happy trail hitting your clit adding to the sensation. Joe is a moaning mess, biting down on his bottom lip so hard you were worried you were going to see blood soon.

His hands are still sat above his head, wiggling as he fights the urge to touch you. You almost forgot the rules you gave him, so you grab your breasts in your own hands and start squeezing and kneading them.

“You wish you could be touching these tits right now don’t you?” You take your nipples in between your fingers, rubbing them between the pads. “Wish you could be sucking on these, huh?”

That was Joes final straw. He lifts his upper body to yours, his mouth immediately finding your tits as he sucks harshly on the round buds.

“Fuck! Joe, I-I said no touching.” You moan as your hands instinctively find the back of his head.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” He smirks. You don’t respond, relishing in the feeling his mouth is giving you.

Once he’s done with your chest, his hands each for your hips. He lift you up and bounces you back down on to him over and over again until you lose the strength to hold yourself up right. He wraps his arms around the small of your back as he fucks into you from below.

“Oh my god Joe, Joe don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Feels so good.” You moan, letting your head fall into his neck.

“Look who’s begging now honey.” He laughs. You’re enjoying the feeling too much to scold him.

You feel your orgasm fast approaching as you squeeze yourself around him.

“Gonna cum baby. You gonna let me cum, or do I have to ask permission?” He asks, sarcasm coating his words. You look up from his neck, giving him permission with your eyes.

A couple thrusts later, you feel his warm ropes of cum coating your walls which only pulls your own orgasm from you. You continue moving your hips on top of him, allowing both of you to ride out your highs.

Your hands reach for his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. This time it’s more passionate, fueled by love instead of control.

“I love you but if you ever speak about me like that again we’re going to have serious problems.”

He giggles lightly, a remorseful look setting on his face. “Deal.”

#joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x fem reader #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn

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reflections; maki x reader

:rosyln

:master list

Shoko wasn't surprised.

The longer she stared at her computer screen the better she begins to piece it together. Her eyes were hooded yet examining every pixel. Her face was blank yet her mind was swimming with ideas and possibilities that could've happened.

Have you gone down that path?

Have you been pushed into the darkness?

Were you another Suguru?

Her lips were pursed together—only separated by the cigarette hanging between them— as she kept staring at her screen, her hand resting on her mouse. Her posture was slouched, unusually, since she's normally sitting upright in her chair the way she should be. She inhaled slowly, letting the smoke fill her lungs and release the stress from her system before she blew it out through her nose in a deep sigh.

She knows it's not confirmed—the theories are going around, the accusations are being made—but she knows. She knows even though there's no proof to show. She knows you killed those people.

That building was still on fire—a window and another sorcerer had to come to escort everyone out so they could put up a veil. Her heart sinks at how convenient it was—a building caught on fire and close to 60 people dead just 2 weeks after you left. She can't believe it when her mind circles back to the revelation again and again— because that's the same body of the person who was sitting so awkwardly in her chair just a year ago, now a murderer.

She wishes there was something better she could've done. Maybe you wouldn't have gone off to turn into another Suguru. The thought of things ending for you the way they ended for him makes her heart wrench, and she knows exactly who it would be ended by. She doesn't dare say it or even think it, lest the dormant tear in her eyelid roll down her pale cheek. The door swings open, pulling her attention from her screen and to the students standing in the doorway.

Yuji and Maki stood there with Nobara's arms over their shoulders, her body limp as she barely held it up. Shoko mainly paid attention to Maki; her sunken eyes and her pale face didn't go unnoticed by Shoko's familiar gaze. She sees it all—the slump of her usually strong shoulders, the crescents under her eyes, the red tint to them, the glare. She sees it and knows it better than anyone—except for you.

"Nobara sprained her ankle during our group run," Maki swallows in her dry throat, the moisture leaving the gums of her mouth for them to dry up in the cold air. Shoko raises her disappointed brows and gets up reluctantly after switching tabs on her monitor.

"Up, on the table," Shoko tilts her head to the mortuary table while she opens up a glass cabinet door, pulling out blue rubber gloves while Maki and Yuji stand there idly.

Shoko strolls over to Nobara sitting on the table with her legs extended. She glanced down at her right ankle; it was quick, but it looked swollen to her so she didn't bother examining it like she normally would.

Her nimble fingers gently massage the skin and her muscle, earning a hiss from Nobara as Shoko presses down on a spot. She sighs, stepping away and floating over to the freezer to take out an ice pack.

"Don't put any weight on it, don't run, just take it easy on your ankle," she hands Nobara the pack in her idle hand, Nobara gazing up at the indifferent look on Shoko's face as she moves back to her desk. The three teenagers noticed her attitude was a bit off, as she'd normally be a little more spunky about it. But her eyes held little to no light in them even in the glow of her screen.

The two of them helped Nobara up from the table, the ice pack carefully balanced on her shoe as she hops back down the hallway. Maki shuts the door, leaving Shoko to her feelings once again as her hooded eyes lazily scan her computer.

Yuji and Maki help Nobara get back to her room, the second year opening the door and helping her hop in. Yuji dismisses himself to go bother Megumi, leaving Maki to carefully take off Nobara's shoes and leave them by the side of her bed.

"Thank you, Maki-san," Nobara huffs as she rests the ice pack on her bruised skin. Maki nods wordlessly with an uninterested hum as she turns to face the door.

"Can you stay here with me? Just so I won't be lonely," Nobara pleads, looking at Maki's straightened back as she pauses at the door. Maki's heart sinks when she hears Nobara. Her eyes lower and her brows furrow as she lets out a slow sigh.

"Sure," she turns back and lazily walks over to Nobara's bed, sitting stiffly on the edge as if she's in unknown territory, her back straightened and her chin tilted up as her eyes focus on the wall, as if looking at her would be a felony against her feelings for you (and said feelings bear fruit).

Nobara deadpans her eyes. "You can sit wherever you want, you know."

"Yeah," Maki mutters, not sparing her another glance as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Nobara watches with dull eyes, watching Maki and almost reading her thoughts. She knows she still thinks about you, about what she could've done differently if she wasn't so quick to get angry, about how she never listened to you and how she regrets it. She knows she's ready to listen, she'll always be ready, all that's left now is for you to come back, to be held in her comforting arms and shield the world away from you.

A cord is struck in Nobara's brain once again, triggering her jealousy as her lips purse into a line. She sees it on Maki's face, her swollen eyes, the reddish tint to them. She sees the slump in her shoulders. She wishes that one day the sun might shine brighter and the earth might tilt just a little differently so Nobara can see those confident and strong shoulders Maki usually carried.

"You're so dry. What's wrong?"

Maki side eyes Nobara with her sharp gaze, her eyes hooded into a glare because Nobara knows what's wrong. She knows what despair is stirring in her stomach, that impending feeling of pain that feels like a knife to the gut.

"Stuff," she answers, her eyes narrowing as they shift back to the wall. Nobara watches her glare at the manilla colored paint, a few pieces chipped from past owners who stayed during their time here.

"I'm your friend, Maki. I can't watch you suffer in silence because I'm your friend. What's wrong?"

Almost as if a domino was knocked from the tower of her patience, Maki's eyes shot back to Nobara's wandering gaze as she sits up straight, mimicking her posture. She feels another domino get flicked off by Nobara's tempting fingers, her eye twitching slightly at the look she sees in her. The look of jealousy, like she knows it's you who's causing all this turmoil within Maki's gut, knowing you're the only one who can fix it or make it even worse.

"If it'll shut you up," Maki sighs, closing her eyes as she takes a quiet deep breath and remembers to stay calm, her friend is only trying to help her.

"I'm not over Y/n's leaving." She spits out like a piece of gum that'd lost its flavor a while ago. Her eyes darken as her mind plays it back like a drama movie, like one in the 1960's with the black and white and the rigid frames, watching a broken camera repeat the same scene over and over and never moving on. That's how it feels to open up, to tell others about how she felt about your leaving.

"I'm not over Y/n. I thought I was the closest person to them, but even though I was in their bedsheets I was still kept in the Hubble Telescope of their world, only watching from afar the person I grew to love and grew up with. I knew something was up the day Megumi introduced you to us, the way they walked into that forest with a slump to their shoulders like a tired dog. I vividly remember my heart aching to reach for them and pull them back and demand what was wrong. Thinking about it now I should've seen it sooner, as I was blinded by the love that brought tears to my eyes watching their back to me and the door slam in my face and made my heart wrench asand hurt and throb and flutter wildly. I would've listened to them, I will listen. I need them to come back—I need to find them, even if it's on a parade night and they're walking alone or celebrating with someone else, the dread of never telling me the truth might not ever hang over their head like a stormy cloud the same again but it will always anchor my heart to the rock bottom of my sorrows if I don't hear their voice again, if I don't see their face again. Even when it's been two weeks I sit and lay in their bed like it was something we bought together, warm blankets and pillows do nothing to resolve the pain swelling in my chest at the emptiness of their room that was once an innocent girl's. In those four walls I see the ghosts of us through the moonlight that shines down to playback memories in a sorrow light that dims me more and more. I can't pull myself away from their room, I can't stay there and suffocate in the dry air that they once breathed. I never would've imagined a point in my life where I get this mushy and emotional in front of someone, even my own reflection, but I'm in love with them. I'm hopeless, I can't be pulled away from it, I'm in too deep, I can't stop myself from loving them, from hurting all over at the thought of never seeing them again. I love them, I feel more than just love for them, I couldn't tell you what it was, but I know love is part of it."

Words have failed Nobara at the speech she listened to, she wonders what the hell Maki's doing as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and should instead become a poet. Her lips part but nothing comes out, her heart pounding in her chest. That cord of jealousy falls silent, the emotion pausing in their vibrations to even stare at Maki with surprise that flows through her body instead of petty and jealously. She even starts to feel bad that she ever wanted to take Maki away from you—she knows you're her soulmate now, even if she doesn't believe in such things, no underclassman like her could get in the way of a love like that.

Nobara blinks in shock, still speechless at the monologue Maki just delivered and executed perfectly. Her eyes widen as she swallows in her dry throat and shakes her head slightly.

"You...I don't even know what to say to that," she sputters, earning a softer look from Maki this time around as she lifts a brow.

"You really love them. You really love Hatake-senpai."

"Not a day passes where I'm not thinking about them," Maki sighs sadly, her chest caving as she looks down at the floor with lowered eyes and a heavy heart. Nobara watches with guilt sprouting in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat, her face losing its color as she thinks of all those times she wanted to strangle you or get rid of you or take Maki away from you.

Maki looks at Nobara after sensing her discomfort, lifting a suspicious eyebrow. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Nobara shakes her head briefly like a wet dog shaking the water off its fur, still looking at Maki with a white face and parted lips. "Uh...sorry, I was spacing out. That was...wow..."

"I don't need a compliment. It's simply the truth," Maki states roughly as she gets up from the edge of Nobara's neat bed, earning a soft look on her face as she watches Maki stomp towards the door with strong but rough shoulders and an irritated aura, her nimble hand shutting the door.

———

You looked like you were dying.

There were bags under and around your eyes that made you look like a raccoon, your face was almost drained of its color, your pupils were like periods and your eyes were red (from drinking and crying). You didn't go back to Yuki's place yesterday, you couldn't, not after what you'd done to yourself and countless other people. Your actions ended up on TV, more theories floating around the city and other parts of the country that you would catch tidbits of on your trips around.

But now a few weeks have passed since then. Your heart is still aching, in desperate need of some form of reconciliation as it shriveled in your chest until it was in the form of a raisin, drained and dry from its feeling and judgment. With those two things was your morality. You completely lost any and all self respect you had left and started doing dangerous things that would determine your life on a coin flip. Walking drunk on the railings of bridges (sometimes with your eyes closed), standing close over the edge of buildings with days of sleepless nights, nearly tipping over as you almost nod off each time. It never works, though, like life is so against you that it doesn't want you to escape its claws of hate even though death.

You wandered down through the tunnels underground, surprisingly sober today, shuffling through the darkness that's only lit by the low flame lit by your fingertips and dancing in the weak flow of air that occasionally passes through. You would sometimes hear something, like footsteps, but you assumed it was just the small water flowing on the bottom of the tunnel. The further you wandered the darker it got, the sunlight losing you from its unfair grip as you slip into the pits.

You land roughly on your feet, grunting as you enlarge your flame a little bit to find a table in the middle of the pitted room which led to many more tunnels. A number of chairs sat united on each side of the table, less than 10. You wondered who in the world would be camping out here in these parts until you remembered you're out here, too.

A rock fell from the side of the wall, your ear twitching as it caught wind of some footsteps gently pattering against the damp ground.

"Isn't this a nice surprise?" A light voice asked, making you turn your head to find a group standing at the edge of the tunnel, standing like an amoeba at the last few inches of the route before it dropped a few feet off into the pit.

You furrowed your brows as you see a familiar face, as well as a few curses standing behind it. The familiar face smiled—it was the same face, but it was different. Stitches lined across his forehead, that was what set him apart from the familiarity.

The voice's host appeared behind the familiar face, a grin on its face as it looks at you with different colored eyes that shined with a twinge of malevolence in them. It waved its arm cheerfully as it stared at you, and that's when you realized it was a curse, grinning at you like it isn't aware you're a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I suppose it is," you turn fully to face them, narrowing your eyes as your gaze meets the familiar face; Suguru Geto; you weren't fond of the name, the first and last experience you had with it was when he insulted Maki right in front of you and got away with it, and then crushed her leg just some time later. You remember hearing that he was dead, that Gojo killed him last year, and also that Gojo didn't show up for a few weeks after that.

"You're Suguru Geto—" you pause as you look once again at the stitches across his forehead. "At least...that's what my senses tell me."

"What does your cursed energy tell you?" He asks, that same smooth voice flowing from his throat as if it actually was his own. You frowned, putting out the flame on your fingertips and lowering your hand.

"You're someone else. Someone who's been around for longer than they should've."

"I can neither confirm nor deny," he shrugs playfully. "And who might you be?"

"No one to you unless I find out who you really are." You clench your fist, digging crescents into your flesh.

The man chuckles, his shoulders shaking in sync with his giggles. "You are a simple sorcerer. I need not tell you, weakling."

Your eyes widen, cursed energy flowing through your veins as a firm shadow appears in your palm and forms a dark foggy orb that vibrates, mini blades all over it sharp enough to pierce right through an Egyptian pyramid. The familiar face looks down at your hand with a calm expression, even a small smile on his lips.

"Weak?" You snarl, your nose crinkling. Emotions are flooding in your body—grief, anger, despair, hopelessness— they're bringing out a lash of responses that make your head spin like it's floating in a pool of your feelings. "Idiot, I'm a special grade!"

"I suppose I was wrong," he lifts his hand, making your grip tighten around the vibrating orb. "I'm not Suguru Geto. That's all you need to know, sorcerer."

"Hatake," you answer, earning lifted eyebrows from the Fake-Suguru.

"Hatake?"

"Hatake," you confirm, the curses looking at each other with confusion as the Fake-Suguru takes a step toward you.

"I'm honored. I thought that clan was a myth," he says smoothly, making your eye twitch as he gets closer.

"Who are you."

"You shall find out later...you don't happen to be a student at one of the Tech Schools, do you?"

"I banished myself from them," you released the vibrating orb as it poofed away into thin air, dark specs floating onto the ground and falling like little snowflakes. "I no longer consider myself a student."

"Excellent," he grins. "You are...extraordinary, just from your name alone. Your name, now, child?"

"Y/n," you roll your eyes with a click of your tongue, scoffing at the warm smile on his face.

"I saw the flame on your fingers when we entered. They were black. Does that have any correlation with the incident that happened a few weeks ago?"

"If you're talking about the building with black fire, then I can neither confirm nor deny that until I know your name and purpose with Suguru Geto's body."

His warm smile falls from his face and turns into a flat expression, matching yours as he sighs softly with a slump of his shoulders. "Kenjaku."

"And your purpose?" You lifted a brow.

He frowned, "A plan. A plan to allow curses to roam the planet like they used to."

"A very shallow plan," you scoff disappointedly. "You'll have to get through Gojo before that happens."

"I have it all perfectly planned out, dear child," he looks at you with a warm twinge in his eyes again, smiling mischievously. "Satoru Gojo will be sealed in Shibuya on October 20th."

"You seem confident," you narrowed your eyes again, pursing your lips into an unsatisfied line. "That isn't actually when he will be sealed. If it were you wouldn't answer so loosely to a child you aren't even sure you can trust."

"You're clever," he admits. "That is correct. I don't know if I can trust you yet, child. Or if I even can."

"Do you want me to prove myself?"

"Are you saying you want in on the plan?"

"Possibly. For reasons beyond your heartless comprehension."

"Maybe," he shrugs. "But I must know. Is there anyone...important to you, back at the Tech School?"

Your heart drops. You already know what he's about to ask of you, like a repeat of last year. Your legs turn to jelly, your heart races in your chest, your breathing turns shallow and your palms turn clammy.

"No," you lie instantly, hoping he'd come up with something else for you to do to prove yourself.

He narrows his eyes. "Liar."

"She's no longer in my heart," you press your lips into a line again, feeling your heart break even more as you tell white lies to the man in front of you who seems to see through everything you tell him. "I abandoned her in my own will."

"You mustn't lie, it's a sin."

"There's nothing more I could do. Let me part from him as I please, he was always a stranger to me."

Kenjaku hums, leaning back as he looks at the curses behind him, then back at you with a tempting look in his eyes.

"...I see. Any family?"

"You know well enough we're almost extinct," you frown again. "Don't be silly."

"A little angry, I see. You mustn't be seen in the undershirt of your school uniform," he points to your white collared shirt, a little roughed up from your near death experiences, with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

You roll your eyes once more, sighing sharply. Your patience is running thin, thinner than a piece of paper as he stands in front of you and examines you thoroughly.

"Mahito," he calls up, a curse stepping forward with a little pep in his step, grinning at you brightly. "Show this girl to the sewers, there's a sorcerer that needs to be taken care of."

"Yay! A new member!" He chirps as he skips along, hopping in the pit as he strides across. You follow shallowly, your hands in your pockets as you walk slowly behind him enough to recollect yourself after telling the biggest lie you've ever told.

"Do you think the soul comes first, or the body?" He randomly breaks the silence with that off-putting question, turning to you with a cheshire grin showing his teeth. You blatantly look back at him with a blunt look on your face, your hands in your pockets as you walk behind him with a careful pace.

Confused, but logically prepared, you sighed sharply and and rolled your eyes, "The body. It biologically comes first and the soul is molded within them through experiences in their lives."

"I see you're quite the realist," he chirps, whipping his head back to face forward, his light blue hair grouped in separate portions by hair ties twirling behind him as he skipped down the tunnel. His footsteps resonated with a damp sound to them, the material on the ground catching onto his shoes and etching onto the designs.

"It's facts," you deadpan, looking at him like he's an idiot, which you certainly thought he was.

"I noticed you seemed a little sharp with Geto-kun earlier when he asked you about your relationships. You were a little tense with your answer...like you were genuinely bothered by it."

"I see that it's none of your business, curse," you spat like it was an insult, frowning again as he comedically turned his head back around with a wicked smile.

"You were lying!"

"I abandoned her, that's the truth."

"And why did you abandon her if you cared about her?"

"If you had human empathy you would realize you just answered your own question," you roll your eyes again, feeling your patience run thin as he chips away at it more and more with his intruding.

"And you clearly see I do not, so I cease to understand why you would leave her if she had such a special place in that little heart of yours!"

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from yelling out the truth to him, your fists balling up in your pockets with anger surging through your head as you glare at him with a sharp gaze.

"She was my first friend," you answered in as much of a calm voice—which was as shaky as your lips. The curse, Mahito, looked back at you with a new curious glint in his eyes.

"Go on."

"I was first introduced to her when I was a child. I would occasionally see her around where I lived but it was just longer than brief, the amount of time I spent with her before last year would add up to only half a day. I didn't have much else to communicate with in a positive light so I couldn't complain. She's a little rough in the beginning but she's kind, she's got a good head on her shoulders and a strong heart in her chest—"

"I didn't ask for your life story," Mahito giggles and goes back to skipping down the tunnel. "So you care about her a lot. That totally changes my theory about the soul!"

"Why do you care so much about souls anyway?"

"It's part of my cursed technique!"

"It's part of mine, too," you mutter with an annoyed tone.

"Then you understand my curiosity, no?"

"Not really. I was sold into a different family because of my cursed technique."

"Sold?" He turns to you again with a full stop to his peppy step. "Is it that important?"

"One of the rarest," you sigh as you walk in front of him. "Infinite Soul."

"Never heard of it," he grins cheekily again. "Sounds cool, though."

"It's a pain."

"So what are your ideas about the soul?" He cuts that topic and switches to another one, catching up to you with a smile.

"I don't really care about that."

"You have a pretty big soul if you care about this girl so much."

"You couldn't comprehend it," you answer bluntly.

"Try me, human."

"Alright then. Last year I was laid upon the task to find and murder said girl. I was distraught, but I knew better than to object. So I went begrudgingly with a secret that would impact both our lives and our relationship with each other to the school she goes to and spent the last year as a two-faced backstabber. When her sister arrives upon the death of a first year student she demands I tell her why I went there instead of the school she went to once we're alone and I admitted to her my purpose of coming. Little did I know that was the biggest mistake of my life and said girl overheard me talking about it. You couldn't comprehend it but that girl takes up such a big space in my heart that I couldn't find it in my soul to kill her where she stood so instead I made myself look bad, telling her I would've killed her if she found out either way. I disappear for the rest of the day and spend it at a bar where I met some guy who gave me advice to tell her the truth before she declares it was too late, which it was by the time I got to her because she already said she couldn't forgive me. I spend the next eternity avoiding her with a heavy heart before the Exchange Event happens, and we're attacked by special grade curses and she falls injured, so I take her to a reverse cursed technique user where I tell said user about my feelings and the situation. She suggests I tell her the truth before she leaves to tend to others. Said girl wakes up from being passed out and she confronts me about eavesdropping on her previously when she said she couldn't forgive me. It leads to an argument where she tells me to leave in the end and I haven't seen her since. You have no clue how much it hurts to do this to her because it feels like a thousand knives poking at my skin right now knowing I might never see her again."

"You talk a lot," Mahito giggles, looking at you with hooded eyes and a knowing look. "So you're in love."

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"I thought so. What's the deal, anyways? She told you to leave, so you did."

"Like I said before, you couldn't comprehend it because you're a curse. Instead of ending her life I'm sparing her in return of her never seeing me again."

"Blah, blah," he rolls his eyes dramatically. "Humans and love. It's so confusing, she's just a girl, Y/n."

"No she's not," you answer, a pause between you two.

"So what, you're telling me that you're doing all this because you believe she's the love of your life?"

You fall silent for a moment, still walking next to him with a little space between your two as your hands shuffle in your pockets. You squint your eyes, nibbling on your lip as you think about it. You were positive you're in love with Maki, you think about her every day and get unbearably depressed at the idea of your current status. The fact you're out here doing evil and she's back at Jujutsu Tech feeling however you may think she's feeling.

You want her to be happy, and that may just be in a life where you're not in it. You want her to smile more brightly, to laugh more often and not worry about the many burdens laid over her shoulders. Even if you were to witness it from a thousand miles away it would put you at peace with your decisions.

"Maybe she is. Maybe she's worth abandoning her and letting her forget me and move on," you finally answer, looking ahead at the end of the tunnel to find a gap and a drop to another floor.

You and Mahito reach the edge, standing over it before stepping down and finding a sorcerer fighting measly 3rd grade curses.

Mahito looks at you with a grin, tilting his head in the sorcerer's direction as he hides his excitement to see how you act.

You swallow the lump in your throat, stepping forward and casting a shadow over your palm, forming a lightning bolt and gripping it tightly, dashing towards the sorcerer before he could even process your presence.

Blood splattered on the ground, his body falling with a thud as he lays in a pool of red. You stand over it, thinking how that could've been Maki if you weren't a coward. You lose your grip on the lightning bolt, letting it fall to the ground and dissipate in a small dark mist before disappearing, hanging your head low as you look down at the lifeless body.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Mahito grins widely again, stepping forward as he claps his hands. "With all that talk about a girl who clearly didn't care about your absence."

You roll your eyes, turning back to face him with lowered eyes and darker rings around them than when he first saw you, your eyes sunken and the color drained from your face.

You brush past him, making your way back down the opposite direction of the tunnel you came through, stepping closer towards the clutches of evil and further from Maki's heart.

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Therefore I do not fear the Devil...(11)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Witch!Reader

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Warning: Minors DNI (For Whole Series), Perv!Eddie, WitchCraft, Language, Mentions Death, Mentions Cheating, A bit of angst and Fluff.

Summary: In 1684 in a village a bit like Salem strange things started to happen. Especially when Y/N starts to visit more. Eddie quickly falls in love with Y/N not realizing what he's getting himself into.

You were busy reading a book by the fireplace. A knock on the door startled you, you ran to the door.

"Hello?" A women asked softly. You leaned against the door so you couldn't be seen through the windows.

"What do you need?"you said through the door. The women shuffled, "My friend said to come to this house for.. help.". You sighed, "One minute please." You got a scarf wrapping it around the bottom half of your face. You opened the door, "What seems to be the problem?". The lady walked in sitting at the table.

"My husband, he has a mistress. I want him to love me again." She softly said. She fidgeted with her fingers, you sat down Infront of her. You didn't understand why he would cheat on her. She was a fairly attractive woman and seemed to keep herself clean.

"Imma need you to pay me-" you said. She placed a basket of fruit and muffins on the table.

"My friend said this would be good enough."

You took the basket observing it, it had apples and berries. A loaf of bread and various muffins. You nodded, "Yes, So what did you have in mind.". She looked down at the table, "I heard you have a love potion of some sort.".

"Not a potion, more of a seasoning." You got up to look through a cabinet. You pulled out a small glass jar and wrapped it in a small cloth.

"You will cook a stew tonight for dinner. In the stew you will put a piece of his hair and your hair in it and then the seasoning. Got it?" You asked. The woman nodded, "What if it doesn't work?".

"Then I will curse him myself for his act of unloyalty.".

Eddie waited for your arrival everyday. You never showed, he was worried he scared you away. He sighed while continuing to clean the floor. He took the damp rag scrubbing the floor. The door opened making the bell ring at the top.

"Do you have a table for two?" A familiar voice asked. Eddie looked up to see you smiling at him. You were in your usual boots and long skirt. You gently held a basket to your side. Eddie stood up dusting himself off promptly.

"Of course. Over here." He took you to a table by a small window. You sat down placing the basket on the table.

"I've missed you." You softly said with a smile. He smiled back, "I've missed you as well.". You opened the basket taking out a muffin to give him.

"I was scared to return for a while." You whispered. Eddie took a bite of the muffin looking up at you.

"But I missed your stories of pirates and such. And I never got to figure out what happened to the princess on the island." You said leaning forward. Eddie smiled, "I'm glad you've missed my stories. But I can't tell them now." He whispered.

"Why not?" You leaned back in your chair offended.

"I only tell them by a fire with a nice meal." He smirked. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

"As long as you bring the meat to cook." You offered. He nodded, "Deal." You smiled. You stood up covering the basket with a piece of fabric.

"Where are you going?" He stood up along side you.

"I need some herbs and plants. I'll meet you back here soon." You walked out of the tavern leaving Eddie alone. You were harder to understand than most of the ladies in the village. Usually a girl flirts then they have sex and she leaves. But something was off about you.

"The crops started dying off.." a man said before taking a giant gulp of beer. Eddie softly played his lute in the corner ease dropping.

"Maybe it is a witch.." one man said leaning forward. A man shook his head, "We have no proof of such.".

You walked through the door, Eddie immediately stopped playing his lute. He got up to greet you, "Are you ready?" You asked.

"Almost let me get my bag." He smiled. He went to the back leaving you alone. You patiently waited by the door.

"Aye, lady what do you know about witches?" A man asked nodding towards you. You looked over at him, "Not much. Why?".

"We suspect there's one in town." His voice sends shivers down your spine. You look down, "Witches come in different shapes and sizes. To the most ugly to the most beautiful. To the most rich to the most poor." You said staring straight ahead. The man grunted, "When did you move to the village?".

"I'm ready!" Eddie came out of the back. You nodded leaving the tavern, Eddie followed. You grabbed a lantern you placed outside the tavern lighting it with a match.

"We must be swift and silent, understand?" You ask. Eddie nodded, you led the way to the woods. You were careful to not pass any strangers. Once you got to the woods you grabbed Eddie's hand.

"Why were you in the village today?" He asked. You kept your focus straight ahead, "I had business to take care of. I make medicine for women.".

"Oh" Eddie wasn't as careful as you. He stumbled over a log causing him to cut his arm. He hissed in pain, you kneeled down beside him.

"You alright? We're almost there." You helped him up and kept walking. The cottage was properly lit at night. You took your boots off by the door and Eddie did the same. The fireplace was nicely lit keeping it warm.

"Sit." You demanded in an caring voice. He sat down, you grabbed a jar and fabric wrap before going over to him.

"This may sting." You warned. You opened the jar placing the substance on his cut. He hissed and slammed his fist on the table.

"God!" He yelled.

"Don't beat my furniture unless you intend on replacing it!" You defended. Eddie looked up at you, your hands were on your hips. You looked annoyed with him, he nodded.

"Sorry." He said, you began to wrap his arm with the fabric.

"It's alright. You just need to control your anger.". You put the supplies up, "Take it off and wash it in the morning.". You put an apron on before approaching him again.

"Do you have dinner?" You asked crossing your arms. He dug through his bag taking out meat wrapped in thick paper. You took it over to your counter to begin cooking.

"So you're like a doctor?" Eddie asked. You kept on cooking never stopping to look at him.

"Yes. I've helped women with birthing children. And when the moon doesn't deliver their blood." You chop the meat and place it in a pot. Eddie took his lute and softly played it. You glanced at him before returning to cook.

"You play?" You asked while placing vegetables in the pot. Eddie laughed softly, "Yeah, always liked playing it. I wish it didn't have so many damn strings." He complained. You took the water boiling over the fire and poured it in the pot placing the pot over the fire.

"Did your father teach you?" You asked. Eddie went silent, "No, he uh was never there.". You looked over at him, "I'm sorry..".

"Don't be. What about yours?" He asked continuing to play the lute. You started cleaning up the mess from cooking.

"He died. Both my parents did. My father was sick and my mother was.. executed." You said softly. Eddie looked up at you, "I'm so sorry.".

"Don't be. She was accused of making my father sick. because he was caught cheating on her." You said, going to stir the stew.

"They determined she was a witch and.. she was burned." Your back faced Eddie.

"I'm sure she wasn't." He said. A small tear rolled down your cheek, you wiped it away.

"Thank you, but you're 12 years too late." You sighed. Your mother was indeed not a witch. You were the one that made your father sick. At the young age of 8 you knew what you were capable of. You caught your father and cursed him.

Your mother took the blame.

"Dinners ready!" You stood up grabbing the bowls and spoons. You filled the bowls up placing them on the table. Eddie quickly digged in making a bit of a mess. You watched him, you didn't understand how he could be so messy. He looked up at you, "This is delicious!" He smiled. You took a spoonful, "I'm glad you like it.".

Eddie finished his meal quickly, he lounged on the seat. You cleaned the dishes as he played music for you. He demanded to clean but you asked for music instead. You softly swayed to it as you cleaned.

"All done." You sighed with relief taking off your apron. Eddie made room for you to with him. You sat down beside him leaning your head back.

"You owe me a story." You said looking over at him with a smile. He smiled back, "Why? you'll only fall asleep to it?". You sat up, "We had a deal.". He smiled, "Why don't we go to your bed? So when you doze off you'll be comfortable.". You froze, you never had a man in your bed before. You stood up, "Uh, Yes one moment though.". You ran into your room straightening up, you hide items from view. You quickly made the bed and lit a candle so you could see better.

"You can come in now." You said walking back to your room. Eddie followed you, your room smelled of flowers. You had a trunk, a vanity used as a desk, and old toys probably from your childhood.. You sat on the bed waiting for him to join you. He sat down on the other side and laid down. You laid down beside him.

"I want my story now." You said looking over at him. He smiled, "Of course.". He continued his story of pirates and the island princess. He spoke of a rogue pirate falling in love with the princess. You worried he was trying to imply something. You didn't need a man in love with you while you snuck around the village. You tried to relax focusing on his voice. As predicted you soon fell asleep to his voice.

Eddie looked over to see you fast asleep. He got the spare blanket placing it over your resting body. He laid back down beside you falling asleep.

You woke up to birds chirping, you looked over to see Eddie laid there. His curls spread over around his head. You sighed, you got up to your vanity and fixed your hair. You kept a close eye on him making sure he wasn't being a pervert. You sighed, walking into the kitchen to start making a cup of tea.

"Sleep well?" You asked, placing a cup of tea in front of his chair. He grunted sitting down in his usual spot. You looked over at him, "I have some errands to run later. I suggest that's when you return to town.". He grunted again, you huffed, "Well good morning to you too.". He raised his eyebrow at you, "Someone bitchy." He mumbled. You scoffed, "Excuse me?!", You turned to look at him.

"You heard me." He said with a smirk taking a sip of his drink.

"Listen. I made you food multiple times. If you plan on returning you better treat me with respect as I do to you!". Eddie looked at you in shock, "Sorry." He said softly.

"It's fine." You said placing breakfast on the table. You sat at the table, "It's just exhausting being a female.".

"I couldn't imagine." He said playing with his food. You looked up at him, "Eat your food before it gets cold.". He nodded eating his food, you stayed silent scared you hurt his feelings.

What you didn't see was Eddie's bulge through his pants. Eddie had mommy issues and was weirdly attracted to intimidating caring women. He would look up at you while you were eating looking at your bossom. Eddie was falling deeper in love with you.

You and Eddie walked side by side in the village. You looked forward while talking, "Do you know anyone who sells farm animals?".

"I think so, I can take you to him if you want." Eddie offered. You nodded, "Yes, that would be lovely.".

"I enjoy being with you." Eddie said looking over at you. You looked down for a second, "Oh, really?".

"Yes, really." Eddie said with a smile. You smiled back at him, "I enjoy your company also.". Your boots crunched the leaves underneath your feet. Eddie looked over at you, "I want to keep spending time with you.". You looked up at him, "Oh.. Trust me you won't be saying that for long.".

You knocked on the man's door of the house Eddie took you to. He answered with a grunt, "Sorry to bother you, I was wondering if you had a goat for sale?". The man nodded and grabbed his hat closing the door walking outside.

"What do you plan on paying with?" He mumbled. You pulled out a worn bible from your bag.

"It's from England. My father brought it over." He gently took it flipping through the pages.

"I ain't ever seen one up close. I thank you. Take one of your choosing, and a rope to leash it."

You nodded grabbing the rope near the fence. Eddie watched you closely, you walked towards one of them slowly. You sat down on your knees pulling a plant out of your bag. The goat stepped close eating it from your hand. You gently wrapped the rope around its neck. You lead it out of the fence, the man closed the fence gate.

"Tamed that thing easier than I ever could." He muttered. You looked up at him, "I used to live on a farm.". He nodded going back inside his house. You led the goat towards the path to your house. Eddie ran after you, "You're leaving??".

"Yes." You said as you kept walking. Eddie walked alongside you, "Can I go with you?". You looked over at him, "No, unless you wish to become blind.". Eddie scoffed, "I don't understand you.".

"Good thing I don't crave your understanding." You said continuing to walk with that damn goat. Eddie clenched his fists, "One second you charm me the next you're fussing at me!".

"That's because one second you're a gentleman the next you're an asshole." You said calmly.

"Would you stop being all high and mighty for one second?!" He yelled grabbing your shoulder. You you pulled a dagger from your belt holding it up to his neck.

"Let me go, Eddie."

"The fuck?!" He fussed. You put the dagger down, "You can come with me, but you are not to sleep in my bed.". Eddie followed you, he took his pipe out of his pocket. He lit a match and started to smoke tobacco. You gently lead the goat into the forest, once you got to your house you led it to a pin. A wooden fence that was built with a bowl of water there waiting for it. You dusted your hands off against each other.

"I'm not making dinner." You said taking off your boats putting them by the door. Eddie followed, "Why'd you get a goat?".

"Milk." You said blandly, Eddie sat at the table. You ate a left over muffin leaning against the counter.

"The town thinks there's a witch." Eddie said looking into the fire. You studied him, "You don't say.".

"Do you think there's one?" He turned to look at you. You started to walk closely to him, "Maybe, if so you better be careful. For she will steal your youth!" You leaned in close to Eddie.

"She may appear before you like an angel. Then she'll trick you into her house. Make you a nice dinner and then kill you." Your face was inches away from his. Eddie looked down at your lips, "If I kiss you will you kill me?" He joked.

"Maybe." You smiled, he leaned in to kiss you gently. You stood up instantly, "Goodnight Eddie.". You went into your room closing the door.

Eddie sat there alone and was defeated. The rest of the night was painfully silent. Eddie couldn't go to sleep no matter how hard he tried. He swore he heard whispering, he sat up looking through the window. He saw a silhouette walking around outside near the goat. He got up grabbing a lantern and putting on his shoes. Once he opened the door a cold breeze shot at him.

"Y/N?!" He called out walking towards the silhouette. She had her hair loosely drawn down. He reached out to her slowly, "Y/N?" He whispered. As soon as he touched the lady she vanished. He let out a scream running inside, he pounded on your door causing you to wake up. You opened it, Eddie stared at you in fear.

"What?!" You whispered

"There was this... Lady outside!" He panicked. You sighed walking towards the window. You looked around, "There's no one there.". Eddie looked at you from the back, he realized how similar you looked to her.

"She looked like you. Do you think it's a witch?!" He ran to the window with you. You looked at him, "Oh, I'm not sure. Maybe..". You realized what had happened, you took Eddie's hand leading him to the room.

"I... I need you to be with me in case she comes back." You said. He nodded slowly laying down in your bed, he was your alibi. You laid beside him going under the blanket. Maybe his company wasn't so bad, maybe you liked him around.

"Eddie."

"Hm?"

"Can you kiss me again?" You whispered. He looked over at you, "Sure." He leaned close to your face gently kissing you.

"I've never been kissed before, sorry." You whisper. Eddie smiled, "It's fine." He was a bit surprised no one had tried to kiss you. Yeah, you were a bit odd and off putting. But sweet and caring, maybe because you didn't have a family to sell you off.

That's why Eddie wasn't married, no family wanted that to be with their daughter.

"I'm sorry I called you an asshole." You said softly.

"It's fine, I'm sorry I've been an asshole " he said with a soft laugh. You smiled at him, "Goodnight Eddie.".

"Goodnight."

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