#but you don’t use your index and middle finger to whistle with one hand </3

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He got nervous.

#I don’t know how to whistle with my fingers so I didn’t know this until after I finished the drawing #but you don’t use your index and middle finger to whistle with one hand </3 #womp womp #I need yall to pretend for me #whatever. who gives a fart. it’s obvious I only made this because I wanted to draw Mephisto with fingers in his mouth #crossposted on tt btw #mephistopheles #obey me Mephistopheles #obey me smut

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Bar Shift: Part 3

I am so sorry. As much as I'm a sucker for a trinity, it looks like it's going to be a four parter due to length. I couldn't leave out playful banter, it was simply too cute to cut.

Word count: 1,898

Part 2 is here.

You smiled as you made your way over to the darked silhouette of the intimidating swashbuckler with the crystal decanter containing the full contents of the GSM he had requested and filled his awaiting glass with a small sample of the dark liquid.

“Is that all you’re planning on giving me?” he asked, quirking his brow upwards at the insufficient amount you poured for him. You giggled in response.

“Oh, no darling,” you leant forwards onto the bar slightly, placing the decanter down to the left of you, “that’s just a sample to ensure your absolute satisfaction.”

He narrowed his eyes at your playfulness and proceeded to raise the glass to his lips with an unnerving amount of eye contact. He rolled the liquid over his tongue and breathed some air into his mouth, creating an almost whistle-like sound as he affectively sampled the wine.

“It will suffice,” he exclaimed with an arched brow and placed the glass onto the counter for you to fill his glass. You smiled and executed an appropriate 150ml pour into the chalice before turning to place the decanter on the shelf behind the bar. You began collecting empty glasses from the bar top and place them in the rack for Tori to sort out with her washing and polishing duties. She smiled at you and took the rack from your hands.

“Jacob said you can have fifteen minutes,” she said to you, “now that you sorted the broody one at the bar.”

You laughed a little at the comment, watching Tori as she wiped her brow with the back of her hand.

“Tell Jacob that when I come back, you can go if you like,” you responded with a smile, “even have a drink with the staff, we’re pretty quiet so I don’t see why he’d want to keep you longer than needed.”

“You sure? You’ve already pulled more than a double,” she countered.

“Yeah, but I promised Sanji I’d make his knock-off tonight. Gotta repay him for breakfast somehow,” you laughed before heading off to take a small break.

You stepped into the barely lit section of the bar away from the patrons and retrieved a small pouch of tobacco from your pocket. You collected a filter and a wafer-thin paper and began to roll up the dried leaves into your desired, cylindrical shape. You brought the paper to your lips and pressed your tongue against the small, glossy tab of the paper to make it tacky enough to stick together before bringing the filter end to your lips. You patted your chest first, then the pockets on your hips before searching your rear pockets for the location of your lighter before mentally hitting yourself at the knowledge that Sanji claimed it earlier.

You let out a small groan and pulled the cigarette from your lips and held it in your hands between your index and middle fingers.

“Looking for something?” you heard a cocky voice calling behind you. You grinned and turned to face the blonde chef who was slowly coming into your view. He was twirling your lighter between his fingers with a sly grin adorning his handsome face.

“You didn’t give it back,” you slumped back into the railing of the dimly-lit bar and looked at him with an accusatory expression.

“You saw me use it!” he laughed at you, coming closer to your relaxed form and taking a place leaning beside you, “you even shared my cigarette after you saw me use it.”

“That I did,” you nodded, staring at the ground and kicking it slightly with your toes. He chuckled and reached down, taking your unlight cigarette from your hands and slowly bringing it to your lips.

You held a puzzled expression, but accepted the object between your partially parted lips as he offered it to you. He used his other hand to bring the small, metallic object to your face and flick the flint before bringing the small flame to the end of your unlit cigarette. You smiled at him and brought your face closer to the flame and ran the end of it, successfully igniting it before inhaling deeply. You removed it from your lips and blew it away from his vicinity before offering it to him.

He smiled and used his index and middle fingers to claim the object before bringing it to his own lips and inhaling deeply.

“You on another break or are you done for the night?” he asked you, removing the cigarette from his lips and exhaling the nicotine riddled smoke.

“Take a guess, love,” you laughed playfully, reaching for the small cigarette again and claiming it between your own fingers and raising it again to your lips.

“Another halfa, then?” he asked you, nudging your shoulder against his.

“Not even,” you shook your head with a smile, “I’ve only got a quarter this time.”

He smiled and hung his head a little, looking at the ground you nudged with your foot moments prior. You both sat in comfortable silence as you shared your hand-rolled cigarette, swapping it between you with organic ease.

“How’s it been out here?” he asked you with a small quirk of his brow.

“Oh, I can’t complain. Lots of regulars, a couple of younger ones,” you shrugged, “I got to flirt with the pretty red-head you had your sights on earlier.”

“So it’s been a good shift, then?” he chuckled at you with a slight warmth.

“Well, I had a good start to my day,” you smiled at him, returning his earlier shoulder nudge, “woke up early, went to the gym for a bit, finally got to giving my hair a bit of attention, had a wonderful breakfast, and got hit on by my grumpy boss.”

You both let out a massive laugh at that final comment, reminiscing the sheer amount of embarrassment at the response Zeff conducted at your non-serious challenge. After teetering down your laughter and the end of your cigarette was dissipating, another comfortable silence fell between you.

You turned to Sanji as he looked down at you through half-lidded lashes. He reached his hand up to some of the hair that had fallen into your face slightly, and made to tuck it behind your ear.

“I did notice your hair looked extra spectacular this morning,” he whispered to you, keeping his hand on the side of your head as he looked over your glossy locks, “although you always look beautiful to me.”

“You tease me,” you smiled and playfully swatted his hand away from your head while pursing your lips. You placed the diminished cigarette butt in the ashtray near the railing to your side before turning back to Sanji.

“How much longer do you have?” he asked you while looking down at the ground.

“On break? Around five minutes or so, I think. You?” you asked him, massaging the back of your neck with your right hand to relieve some of the tension you picked up from working.

“I’ve just gotta julienne some carrots and capsicum for breakfast prep and then I’m done I think,” he shrugged in response, still holding his gaze on the ground in front of you.

You brought your hand back down from behind your neck and stepped forward towards him. You brought one of your hands to his and gave it an affectionate squeeze slightly. He brought his gaze up from the ground to pause at your hand before bringing them up to look into your eyes.

“You going to come up when you’re done? Have a drink with me?” you asked him, still maintaining your hold on his hand.

“Absolutely, princess,” he said in response, returning your squeeze with his own hand before bringing it to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss against your knuckles, “what are you making?”

You smiled at his actions, allowing him to continue to hold your hand within his own.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure it’ll come to me,” you replied with a smile before shrugging, “I need to make sure my work-husband knows how much he’s appreciated.”

“Work husband?” he asked you with a smile, slightly furrowing his brows at this title.

“I mean, that’s how the bloody front of house staff see us,” you laughed, freeing your hand from his grasp and checking over your uniform for any miscellaneous irregularities. He gawked at you as you continued to search your uniform and pick at anything that didn’t belong attached to you. He shook his head and attempted to come up with any kind of response to this declaration.

“That’s funny, I don’t remember proposing,” he chuckled, “was it arranged, or?”

You laughed at his comment, before reaching into his hand again and taking the metallic item from his hand.

“Everything is so literal with you, love,” you giggled, bringing the lighter to your pocket and securing it in place. As soon as your gaze fell away from his, he allowed himself to fully give in to his adoration for you and exposed it freely on his face. He didn’t care if he was caught with this love-struck expression by anyone, the only one he truly cared about potentially seeing it was you.

You checked over your back for any smears or smudges of any undesirable discrepancies in your attire before you brought your sights to Sanji once more.

“How do I look, husband?” you mischievously asked him with a broad smile, closing your eyes slightly as you awaited some silly, flirtatious verbal response from him.

“You are the most beautiful woman in all of the seas,” he whispered, prompting you to open your eyes and stair inquisitively at him. There was no humour in his voice. He was completely serious with his compliments and he stepped over towards you.

“T-Thank you,” you managed to stutter out with a small amount of shock, “not the kind of response I was expecting.”

“What kind of response were you expecting?” he interrupted you, stepping away from the railing and bringing himself towards you.

“Something light-hearted and flirty, knowing you,” you taunted him with a smirk.

“And you know your husband so well,” he taunted back with an arched brow and a subtle smirk growing on his face. You held his gaze, feeling a swell in your chest at the proximity. He was so close to you, you could almost feel what his lips would taste like pressed hungrily against your own. Your gaze fluttered between each of his eyes, flickering slightly to his lips and returning back to his eyes triangularly.

“I have to get back to the bar,” you whispered airily, accidentally allowing your desires to escape from your lips.

“I know,” he whispered back, allowing his own yearning for you to be known through his semi-breathless tone. You stood there silently for a moment before squeezing your eyes shut and ridding the welling emotion from your chest.

“Come see me after,” you suddenly ordered him, patting his chest with your hand. He laughed at your jab and nodded his head in confirmation before watching you retreat back to the bar.

“Yes, Misses,” he responded playfully, watching your retreating form as you ventured back to the bar.

You shook all thoughts of the proximity of your prior flirtation with the blonde sous-chef from your mind as you began the final stretch of the bar shift.

Part 4

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[Part 1-4]

But even as we settle into the car, Osborn keeps his casual demeanour, as if he's in no hurry to get somewhere, and gives me a mischievous glance.

MC: Umm… are we not going?

Osborn: Did you forget something?

MC: Eh?

Osborn: So careless……

In an instant, I can feel his breath on my skin: gentle but insistent, carrying the unique warmth that is his alone.

At that very second, I forget how to breathe, and my mind goes completely blank.

MC: ……

Osborn: You didn’t wear your seatbelt.

“Click”— When his eyes gaze at my face, it's as though he's trying to conceal a smile while he assists me with buckling my seatbelt.

MC: Thanks. This is my first time joining you on a race, and I got so nervous that I completely forgot about it.

Osborn: You’re welcome. But why do you look a little bit disappointed, though?

MC: I am not…… You saw it wrong!

He smiles and raises his brows before starting the car.

We leave the city gridlock in a matter of seconds as the automobile roars and turns towards the exit route. When I open the window, the wind whips through my hair, and my eyes are met with a refreshing panorama along the road.

It's as if we're in a road movie, and Osborn is the hero who will turn the tables.

MC: It’s been a while since I felt like this.

Osborn: Feel like what?

MC: Taking off on a bright and sunny day for a destination near and dear to your heart!

Osborn: Sit tight.

The vehicle's pace picks up a little at a time. Turning a corner, we see the glistening ocean in front of us. The clouds are adrift in the evening light, and the sun shines goldenly through each layer of sea foam.

MC: Wow, what a beautiful sea!

Osborn: You can look at it all you want today.

I nod and turn back to stare out at the big ocean. As the sun sets, the distant landscape becomes hazy, and the great horizon almost blends into the sea.

As the car turns another corner, I notice an installed road sign - East Qian Mu Road.

MC: Eh? East Qian Mu Road……

The headline I saw right before leaving the office just now pops into my head. But before I have time to question and ask, the ear-splitting roar of a sports car engine fills the air. At the exact moment, we see several sports cars of all hues pull up.

They continue to barrel toward us without appearing to slow down or change course. Instead, they proceed without hesitation.

MC: Careful!

Upon realising that the cars are rapidly closing in on us, I let out a horrendous scream.

Osborn takes the same cautious approach he always does, gradually stepping on the brakes before coming to a stop in the middle of the road as if he is almost certain the other car will not crash into us.

At last, a piercing brake noise can be heard relatively close by.

Perhaps taken aback by Osborn's lack of fear, they decide to call it quits.

Osborn looks me over teasingly from head to toe, finally settling on my hand. Evidently, I do not recall the exact moment I began to grasp his sleeves closely......

Osborn: I'm concerned about how you'll do once the race begins.

MC: ……

??: How reliable of Boss Xiao. Have to hand it to you.

A few people exit the sports automobiles that are in our way. The man who started the conversation glances my way before he starts whistling mindlessly. Osborn stands icily in front of him as he pushes open the car door and stares him down, emitting an aura of hostility. 

Osborn: Are we going to start now, or should I give you a little more time to prepare?

??: Hngh, we can start now. I’m not afraid of you.

The man raises his head to look at Osborn, who is taller and then clicks his tongue before pointing an index finger at him provocatively.

??: “1+1”. Whoever gets to the finish line on top of the mountain first wins. Only one round, okay?

Osborn: The starting order is up to you. Don't try to claim that I didn't give you a shot. Still, Xiao Bai, if you can't restrain your own eyes, don’t blame me for being merciless.

Xiao Bai: Tsk. Just wait and see!

Even though Osborn's face is unflinchingly serene, my stomach is in knots. Just what does that guy mean by saying "1+1"? And what does he mean by reaching the finish line at the top of the mountain? Is it possible that the race Osborn was referring to......is a drag race? After a moment of deliberation, I step out of the car.

MC: Osborn.

Hearing my voice, he turns around, lifts an eyebrow in mild surprise, and walks toward me.

Osborn: What’s up?

After mentally composing the appropriate words, I take a big breath and meet his gaze.

MC: When you say "race," do you mean to have a drag race with them here? I saw on the news that there was an accident here not long ago. Do……you know?

Osborn: Yep. I know.

For a brief second, my throat closes up, and as I turn to gaze at the drag-racing crew behind him, I begin to feel increasingly anxious.

MC: This is far too risky. Let's call off the race, please?

After a short pause in which Osborn says nothing, he leans over and puts his hands on the back of the car, trapping me between the two.

MC: !!!

In that split second, his light scent permeates my senses. Like an invisible net, it entraps me and prevents me from wanting to break free. He pauses just by my ear and whispers.

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Osborn: Don’t you believe in me?

I momentarily feel his warm breath covering my entire earlobe and the heat rising on my face.

MC: I……

When I think about what I used to say, I nod enthusiastically. He lets go of me, and his attention is drawn to my face.

Osborn: Then don’t stop believing now.

[Part 2]

#light and night #osborn #xiao yi #光与夜之恋 #萧逸

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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (4)

Links to Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Final

This part is a mix of translations and summaries. Direct translation will be indented and italicized. With this, I have covered the first 43 pages of Side A.

This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

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If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!

There is a knock at Oda’s door. That is the cops from the nearby station who come to ask him a few things because someone reported seeing a bloody man collapsing around there. Dazai signals Oda to keep silent.

Oda starts thinking about what he should do.

If he opens the door and tells the cops he knows nothing, they will just leave and that’s it. But he has another worry.

If Dazai has committed a crime (which he most certainly has), I will later be charged with harboring a criminal. Depending on the outcome, I might even be tried as an accomplice. If that happens, I will enjoy the rest of my life in a state-run accommodation with three meals a day.

The second option is to tell the cops about Dazai. In that case, Dazai will definitely be arrested (because everything about him is suspicious) and Oda will also be at a risk of being suspected as an accomplice. Oda looks at Dazai, who is “smiling a smile that is fifty times darker and denser than that of a kid thinking about what pranks to play.” Seeing that face, Oda comes up with another fear that if he sells Dazai to the cops now, he will face Port Mafia’s revenge later.

Conclusion. Pretending to be out is the only way.

They hide behind the bed and wait for the cops to leave. Suddenly, Dazai taps on Oda’s shoulder, reminding him of the kettle of water he is boiling for his coffee, which is going to blow a very loud whistle once it’s done. They are about eight metres from the kitchen. If Oda just walks there, the floor will creak and the cops will know that there is someone in the room.

I look at Dazai again. After a moment of hesitation, he starts to make a series of gestures. He points at the kitchen, then at me. He holds his palm up in front of him, then stands his other hand on top of it, fingers down. He draws all the fingers on that hand back, leaving only the index and the middle finger, and slowly move the two fingers forward, one after another. Then he puts his index finger on his lip. Then he gives me a thumbs-up, and smiles, and nods.

I nod back.

“What does it mean?” I ask.

“I know right!” Dazai whispers in a soft voice. “You didn’t get it? I said to tiptoe to the kitchen and turn off the fire! I can’t walk well in this condition…”

“Let’s do it.” I nod my head. “There is not much time till the water boils. We need to hurry up.”

“Hey, are you really in a hurry?” Dazai gives me a puzzled look. “I can’t tell because your face doesn’t change at all...”

Oda starts heading towards the kitchen. He uses his ability to figure out where he should put his feet not to make a sound. But then he sees the future when the kettle is whistling and gets so nervous, he decides that he needs a new kind of power, so he starts going on all four and crawls towards the kitchen.

Behind me, Dazai bursts into a small laugh as if he cannot stand my movements anymore. Dazai is right. If someone is able to photograph what I’m doing right now and put it on the public newspaper, I would move to another city on that same day.

Oda finally finds his way to the kettle. He just needs to reach the knob on the gas stove and turn it off. He should have enough time.

However, my expectation is betrayed once again. I have forgotten about the foreign matter that exists in this house. Dazai, of course. He is more unpredictable than any human I have ever met. For example, if two people are on a three-legged race to the goal, Dazai might just turn around and start running in the opposite direction at a random moment. Or, he can desperately climb a cliff to survive, then all of a sudden, say that he wants to fall off it and die. He is a guy that has strayed too far from the reasons of this world. Our dear Trickster.

Dazai suddenly comes up with the idea that if he jumps out of the door with a gun in his hand, there are chances he can be shot dead by the cops. Oda tells him there is no gun in the house, so he decides to get a knife instead. He rushes into the kitchen, even faster than Oda. The cops outside notice the sound and ask them to open the door.

Oda knows that he has to stop Dazai, if he doesn’t want things to get worse.

I have to stop that. I so want to cry and ask someone to help, but there is no one who can do it but me now.

He jumps up and sweeps Dazai’s legs, making him roll on the floor. He grabs Dazai’s neck, turns behind and gets into a chokehold, trying to choke him unconscious. Dazai, as a result, struggles happily while kicking his legs around. He hits the kitchen cabinet once, twice until Oda hears a sound of something coming off. Oda realizes that those desperate kicks are actually on purpose, and it makes the knife Dazai was trying to grab earlier fall off right to where Oda is. Oda can’t move because he is busy holding Dazai down, so he has to use his ability to predict the track of the knife and barely dodges it. The knife stabs vertically into the floor next to him. He tries to calm Dazai down.

"Be still.” I say, “Don’t struggle. It is not scary. It doesn’t hurt.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying myself.

“You liar! Mori-san said the same thing when he gave me shots.”

Dazai says so and keeps going wild. It means there are other people besides me who are having a hard time with Dazai. Who is this Mori-san again?

Dazai keeps kicking the kitchen stand and this time, it’s the kettle above Oda’s head that’s going to fall.

It is a situation that I have never experienced before. A kettle above my head, a knife next to my face, false money somewhere in my room, cops at my door. And I’m strangling a guy I just barely met.

Oda finally manages to choke Dazai unconscious. He goes “fufu ahaha” before he faints. Oda pulls out the knife next to him and throws it toward the falling kettle, successfully catching it by its handle and having it jammed into the wooden part of the kitchen cabinet. By that time, the cops also manage to kick the door open and step into the room.

Just like me, those cops seem to have never witnessed something like that in their lives. Their eyes are wide open, but it is understandable. In the house that they just stormed in, there is a man strangling an injured person on the floor. The boy seems to have passed out in pleasure. The knife stuck on the kitchen cabinet is holding the kettle as if it was an offering.

Silence.

The cops look down at me. It seems that they don’t know what to say at all. I never expected the first arrest in my life would be under this situation. I am not sure if that is the reason, but I end up saying something really stupid.

“Please take off your shoes.”

The two cops look at each other. An older cop and a younger one. They are wearing standard uniforms, with standard hats on.

“Okay.” The older one nods vaguely. “It looks like it’s going to be a weird job today.”

“I feel you.” I say.

Well, there have been a series of incomprehensible situations today, but the last one is the best of all.

The cops take out two gas masks and put them on their faces. Then they throw a gas grenade towards Dazai and Oda. Oda realizes that they are actually not cops. He tries to avoid the gas and kick them to the floor to escape. But he sees the future where they point the guns at Dazai and shoot him if he resists. So, he has no choice but to surrender.

I think, in my fading consciousness.

After all, I really should have kicked Dazai down the stairs when I found him in front of my door that morning. But regret is a part of life. Even if I have one more regret now, it’s not that much of a blow.

I pass out.

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An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader Part 2/?

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4

content warning. shameless smut, profanity, size kink, age gap, afab reader, fingering, squirting This is part two of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

Length 1.7k words

The predatory grin that split his face made you surge with fear and delight, watching his scar pull taught in the most deliciously tantalizing way. "Why don't I show you?"

His eyes were sharp, and you could tell he was aware of every subtle shift, every tense of your muscles. Knowing that, the way you parted your thighs for him ever so slightly seemed to be enough of a response. You squeaked, effortlessly being lifted from your seat and placed on the cool countertop, the legs of the chair scraping against hardwood flooring. Even with the sudden change of position, Toji was nearly half a head taller than you at his full height. You briefly wondered if that reflected anywhere else on his body... Strong hips pushed between your thighs, leaving little room for imagination as his muscle hardened body pressed up against your front, lush green eyes grazing your lips, down to your breasts, then back up to catch your own gaze. Your mind was spinning a mile a minute, he was so close you could smell the mint on his breath poorly covering up the cigarette he had on his drive over. "Do you mind, princess?" Toji took your chin in a firm grip between his thumb and forefinger, tauntingly wagging your shock-slackened face. His thumb that was previously purchased only an inch lower stroked your bottom lip. Your head was so foggy you almost missed the question, shamelessly shaking your head quickly when you realized he was speaking to you. He wasn't as rough as you expected him to be when he kissed you. You had expected brute force, and although there was force, there was a kind of gentleness to it, like he was trying to coax something out of you. It didn't take much for you to give in to his subtle request, tongues brushing gently, eliciting an excited shiver down your spine. You hadn't noticed your white-knuckle grip on the countertop under you until Toji brought the fingers gripping your chin to your wrist, guiding your hand dangerously low on his black clad torso. He parted from you, close enough to feel your stuttered breaths, but far enough to take in your flustered appearance. "You're actin' like you're expecting me to rip a chunk out of you," Toji gibed, letting go of your wrist and setting both hands low on your hips. "I wouldn't unless you asked me to, you can loosen up sweetheart." "Well I can't exactly say I've prepared to be in this situation." "Mm, but you've thought about it, haven't you? Dirty girl." It was more of a statement than a question, he saw straight through your well behaved facade. You swallowed the words caught in your throat, unable to deny it. Toji didn't seem to want a response, like he knew the answer already, and dove back in for another kiss. This was was more what you were expecting, it made your head spin. Your hand moved slowly, feeling every ridge underneath the stretched out fabric as it traveled up, making home on his broad shoulder. Your other hand quickly found his upper bicep, feeling the muscles flex when he gave your hips a squeeze. What you hadn't expected was his sudden display of strength, one arm lifting you from the counter while the other all but ripped your shorts from your legs. Quickly parting from Toji, you look at him in awe.

"I'd like to be gentle, but seeing you so messed up this morning... got me thinking how fuckin' wrecked you’ll look when I'm done with you." He spoke low, eyes peeking through black strands dangerously.

"Is that a promise, or a threat?" "All depends on you, sweetheart." With no more words exchanged, Toji took quick strides and carried you over to the couch, dropping you down with a little less grace than you had desired. You let out a quick exhale, barely being able to recover the breath you lost when he immediately climbed on top of you and dove back in for a bruising kiss. Using one hand to hold himself up, Toji used the other to run up your thigh, trace the hem of your underwear, deliberately avoiding the ache between your thighs that was desperately needing attention. It continued upwards, bringing your shirt up with it, stopping only once it was pulled over your now exposed bust. Amidst the languid strokes of his tongue against your own, you felt a low hum of approval that reverberated through you and shot straight to the growing heat between your legs. "Nothing underneath? It's like you were waiting for me," He whispered against your lips. "Why would I wear a bra in my own home? Don't flatter yourself, Mister Fushiguro." You quipped back, almost immediately regretting your words. The hand hiking your shirt up shot to your throat, holding it firmly enough to be uncomfortable, but not nearly tight enough to choke you. Your hands moved quickly to grab his arm, but his empty hand intercepted the intrusion and pinned them above your head. "Watch your mouth if you know whats good for you, doll." You felt ashamed his threat made your pussy throb. It subsided slightly when he removed his hand from your neck. To get his point across, Toji leaned down and bit down on your pulse point just below your jawline, dragging something between a gasp and whine from your throat. Tracing his slick tongue over the reddened skin, he moved down agonizingly slow, grazing over your bunched up shirt, and settling over one of your already hardened nipples. You could see the look on his face, smug, like he was saying already this excited? It didn't take him long to make quick work of his mouth, circling your nipple with his tongue before grazing his teeth over the perked bud, coaxing a whine from you. He didn't stay long, quickly moving to the other nipple and giving it a more thorough treatment. He used his skillful hands to pinch and roll the other, his fingers moving expertly to pull as much sound out of you as possible. His smirk against your skin didn't go unnoticed as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and tugging gently with his teeth, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly you needed him. Toji seemed to take your sudden silence as defiance, something even you knew he had zero tolerance for. Fingers abandoned toying with your pert nipple, tracing a line on your skin as he moved down to your underwear, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your surprisingly wet panties. Detaching himself from you and using the hand trapping your wrists, he pushed himself up to take a look at you. Toji whistled, now using both index and middle finger to give your clothed pussy languid strokes. "Already this wet, you dirty little thing? You've been waiting for this," He mused. You avoided eye contact, turning your head to look at the back of the couch, the pressure on your wrists releasing. You would ask him what he was doing if he hadn't gripped your cheeks in his hand, forcing you to look at him. "I want you to watch me fuck you with my fingers." His hands worked in time with his voice, yanking your underwear down one leg, leaving it dangle on your other ankle. There was no time to come up with a witty remark, your back arching as he plunged a thick finger in to the last knuckle, pumping at a steady pace. "I want you to look at me as you cum." Toji quickly added a second finger, your moans and whines growing quickly in pitch as he forced you to face him. His expression was unchanging, dark eyes blown with lust and mouth pulled into a firm line. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. He scissored his fingers, stretching you out to make room for a third, and it was just as quickly added as the others. His skilled thumb came to your clit, rubbing in a quick, circular motion that had you seeing stars. It was too much stimulation all at once, and your expression was quick to change, mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back. "I wish I could take a picture of your pretty fuckin' face." Toji grinned. You felt your walls start to pulse, your legs tensing and shaking from the intensity of your upcoming orgasm. "T-Toji, it'sh too mush... I'm-!" You slurred your words, cheeks being squeezed tighter between his strong hand as he forced your face closer to his. "You can take it." He left no room for convincing. He didn't have to. "Cum for me." As your orgasm violently ripped through your entire body, you could have sworn your vision whited out for just a fraction of a second. You didn't realize you had screamed, your pussy seizing and pulsing around his fingers that were fucking you through your orgasm. He didn't seem to care that your eyes were rolled too far back in your head to be able to look at him while you came down from your high. "Goddamn princess, you're a squirter huh?" Toji removed his fingers from inside you, squishing your cheeks to garner your attention. "Look at the mess you made." "I've... never..." You whispered, chest heaving from the intensity. The way he licked between his fingers had your throbbing cunt silently begging for more. Once you caught your breath, you felt the slight ache already washing over your body. Toji didn't give you time to relax, immediately stripping himself of his shirt and untying the strings on his sweats. His body was something you'd only seen in your dreams, every muscle well defined, although littered with scars. When you made eye contact, he couldn't hold back his chortle at your bewildered expression. "Oh, sweetheart, did you think we were done?" He jeered, using one hand to shove his pants and boxers down to his knees, letting his incredibly heavy cock bounce free. It drooped under its sheer girth and size. You came to a quick conclusion that had he not prepared you how he did, there was no fucking way his dick would fit. "Doll, we're just getting started."

#toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro smut #reader insert #jjk toji #jjk smut #minors do not interact #toji thirst #daddy toji #anime smut #anime x reader #bark bark woof grrr yknow what im sayin

[chil2de]

bestie, you gotta give us some kinky gojo sooner or later😤

i actually haven’t written gojo for months but— bestie i hope this was kinky enough for you😳😳 i can always take it up a notch [wink wink]

readmy disclaimerrr <3 thanks enjoy

also: i vibe with second year gojo more than i do present gojo but, that would make him 16-17 so lets bump him to a third year, thanks!

w.c: 1.5k / characters: 8.5k (incl spaces)

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icy cold and curious fingertips easily curl around your waist, padded digits carefully kneading the delicate skin underneath your uniform. your head snaps to face gojo, who only passively stares past you and outside the window at the cityscape whizzing by.

“satoru—“ you grit through your teeth, swatting his prying fingers away from you. he hisses a meek sigh of hurt, cooing at you through his plush lips.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. pretension drips in his tone and you can feel the heavy weight of his grin flash against you.

“come on now, baby girl. don’t tell me you were all talk earlier.” he hums, tone low and rich. it sends acid bubbling in your stomach, throat clogging and ears ringing.

“we’re on a train, you fool. can’t you wait until we get home?” you snap at him, turning to face the doors of the train. you wiggle out of his inviting and enticing touch, opting to wrap your hand around a nearby handle for some support.

his large and calloused hand wraps around yours. he’s adamant about this.

gojo’s toned chest collides against your spine. you can feel the brush of his dick print heavy on his jet black uniform. he rests his jaw on your shoulder, tinted shades sliding down to the bridge of his nose. you meet his azure stare in the reflection of the door and he gives you a small smirk, free hand traversing underneath your arm to give your breast a small squeeze.

“so what if there’s people on this train? no one’s in this cart right now.”

it would be a miscalculation to say that it took you less than a second to melt into gojo’s coaxing words. you may always try to believe that you’re the more mature partner in your relationship, but you’re equally as terrible as he is.

“you’re awful.” you snort at him, reaching out behind you to run your fingertips through his soft titanium white locks. his hair has the fresh scent of coconuts laced through it.

“but you still love me.” he hums, trailing the tip of his tongue against your neck. you can’t help but jitter a little at the temperature difference and the cold air that clashes against the wet patches afterwards.

his teeth nibble against the skin there, lightly pulling and tugging. as much as he wants to leave bite marks, he’s not about to deal with infections. he decides to settle for second best and instead works to suck and pull onto your neck. you can feel the slight crackle and static where the small nerves underneath your skin burst.

“don’t look away.” he murmurs, commanding you to keep watching him in the reflection.

gojo’s saliva dribbles down your neck, sliding trails down into your shirt that lies underneath your jacket. your thighs squeeze and rub together as you emit small whimpers. it’s music to gojo’s ears, the way you’re writhing underneath him and pressing up against his cock. it almost makes him want to allow you the thing that you crave so dearly.

“satoru-“ you exhale breathlessly, resolve faltering already.

“swear you were against the idea of us fucking on a train minutes ago?” he drawls, finishing up his masterpiece on your neck.

“s-shut up” you grunt, breaking off the eye contact. you can't stand to see how his eyebrow perks up in mockery, the way he peeks at you through his thick lashes.

gojo grabs fistfuls of your hair, yanking you back with such force that it leaves your eyes glassy.

“you want me to stop?”

you swallow thickly, shaking your head.

“that’s my good girl. open your legs for me, yeah?”

when gojo spins you around before crouching down himself, you’re left with shock and awe painting your features. your lips hang in a wide ‘o’ as you gawk down at him.

“no.” you guffaw.

right here, right now?

he’s still going to tease you, even on a train?

his hands pry your legs open, pretty pale face staring up at you. but holy shit, if he doesn’t look so good like that. for once, you understand why he gets off so much whenever you stare up at him during blowjobs.

he bundles your skirt up, hitching the fabric up before letting out a low wolf whistle. he scoffs, lips tugging into a grin and he glances at you with amusement.

“you’re so fuckin’ cheeky. how long were you prancing around like that?”

he eyes the glistening juices that slick against your cunt, how the viscous liquid paints the inner portion of your thigh. it shimmers in the fluorescent light, clashing against the soft pink tones of your pussy.

“all day, actually.”

at this newfound information, gojo lifts an eyebrow up in concern. his long middle finger prods against the entrance of your cunnie. he presses into it, applying pressure, but never really enough to fully finger you.

“so needy. waiting for my cock all day?”

gojo suddenly dips not one, but two of his fingers deep inside you. you swallow him up instantly, sucking him in and taking his digits down to the knuckle. he’s fucked your pretty little pussy too many times to count, curled his soft fingers and massaged your walls for months. he has no difficulty in claiming your sweet spot, kneading into the spongy crevice there.

he cranes his neck up a little, running his tongue down flat against the length of your cunt. he twirls the muscle around your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers procure obscure squelching sounds.

you whine a pathetic plea, yanking some of his strands and thus pulling his face forward for more friction. he slips his fingers out, opting to slurp against the entrance of your pussy.

“tastes good, baby.” he hums, seas of deep blue staring up at you. it makes you hiss and jolt, eyebrows furrowing and face contorting.

“satoru- please—“

“hmmm? what is it, princess?”

you can barely afford to mince a sentence together. the way he’s crouched underneath you and feasting on your pussy like it’s the last supper he’ll have leaves you breathless and dizzy.

“your dick-“

“mine? what about it?”

you groan out a fit of frustration, knuckles turn white in his hair. there’s a pout that adorns him as he flinches.

“i want it, you fucking idiot”

“oh? you want my dick? that’s cute, babe. you should’ve just asked.”

“i can’t say no to my little angel.” he gives your pussy one last kiss before straightening himself, clicking the tension out of his neck.

“now then…”

he motions his index in a slight flick, other hand working to unzip himself.

“leg up.”

you reach out behind you, laying your palm flat against the train door to catch your balance. you shakily lift your leg up, allowing gojo to press his hand and hold you by the back of your knee. he groans when his veiny dick springs from its confines, curved shaft slicking against his jacket. the fabric makes him cringe a little, but he doesn’t waste time in aligning himself with your creamy cunt.

gojo guides his throbbing pink tip in, glancing down to watch how your pussy wraps and folds around his cock. it’s always been one of his favourite sights.

your head tilts and jaw falls slack at the initial push of his head. your thighs tremble and chest heaves as his dick fills you up and snaps into place like a jigsaw piece. there’s that vein on the underside of his shaft that always drives you crazy.

“so tight. you’re so wet for me. fuck.”

“you little shit, you’re totally into this as much as i am, aren’t you?” gojo grabs ahold of your chin, tilting your face to look at him. his lips briefly clash with yours. he pulls you in, tugging at your bottom lip and circling his tongue against the tip of yours. there’s a thin line of saliva that separates your mouth from his. he tastes faintly bitter yet sweet. it takes a couple of moments for it to click that it’s the taste of your own cunt.

“i know it feels good, but, try not to scream?”

“yeah ri- aah!-ght-“ you squeak, body jolting when gojo pulls himself out before slamming himself right into your g-spot. there’s the loud slap of his balls hitting against your skin, and it’s only a taste of what’s to come.

“you say somethin’?”

“n-no-“

“really? i thought i heard you talk. you tryna say that i’m wrong, then?”

“n-no-“

you’re not sure how he can keep up with the conversation. all you can hear is the garbled static in your mind, the froth that wants to seep out of the corners of your lips. you babble and whine incessantly. every rough slam of his hips sends you even more over the edge, ecstasy and harsh tingles crashing against your body as gojo rearranges your guts. you’ve lost all feeling in the leg that he’s holding up. just watching him fuck you like this is almost enough to make you cum.

you eye the deep blue veins that ride against his pale skin. his long and slender fingertips reach out as he curls one hand around your neck, thumb brushing affectionately underneath your chin. it’s nothing but a warning sign.

“listen to me when i’m talking to you.”

#praying that he sounds in character LMAO i’m so rusty #the people on the passing train stations be like:👁👄👁 #KNFHGJSHGH HAHAHAHA #jjk #jjk satoru #jjk scenarios #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo hcs #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojou #gojo x y/n #gojo saturo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo sensei #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

[thunderthighs77]

Tendou and Semi Cuckold Part 1

**Part 2** IF THE LINK DOES NOT WORK, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. PART 2 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY  

CW/TW for Pt. 1: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of weed, cursing, vaginal play, smoking weed.

Y/N comes home from college to her bf’s house. He’s rooming with Semi, who’s always had eyes for Y/N. That doesn’t bother Tendou. In fact, it excites him...

(Basically, Tendou is lead dom here)

CW/TW for BOTH PARTS: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, spit roast (tag team), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal/anal play, shotgunning, (smoke), oral sex (giving), mentions of weed, cursing, pussy rubbing?, whining, creampie, praise/degradation kink.

18+ MINORS DNI

You were so fed up with midterms. 5 exams this week. 5 e x a m s. You just wanted to go home and get away from this fucking campus. You left your class and checked back into your dorm to empty out your book bag of notebooks onto the floor.

You pack a few clothes and your wallet. Your roommate had left for the weekend to her girlfriend’s house and so, you locked the door and left. You took the 11 up west to where you lived and walked home with your headphones on. 

You stopped in front of a mini market and figured your parents hadn’t cooked dinner since they worked nights. It was already evening time, so you decided “what the hell.” You walked in and walked out with some instant ramen, a bag of jerky, and a Reeses, Tendou’s favorite candy. 

Speak of the devil, your phone buzzed. It was Tendou asking if your midterms went well.

“They were fine. Thanks for asking, babe. I’m home rn” You typed as you bit a chunk out of the piece of meat. 

“Ooo. Want me to pick you up tonight?”, he texted. 

You were really close to home. The market was just down the street. As you made it to your front gate, you saw a note at the front that said, “Gone for the weekend. Say hi to Tendou from us if you decide to stay over.” 

“Say less!” You shout happily. 

“No, I’m heading over rn,” you type quickly. Tendou was also nearby your house. You walked down the quiet neighborhood as you ate your jerky and listened to your vaporwave. It was rarely a nice day in March; a good 68 degrees. Odd in the early spring where you lived, but a nice change from the dreadful winter you had suffered during the fall semester. 

You knocked at the front door and was greeted by a tall blonde face you recognized from your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team. He has on some black sweats and a white tank. He opened the door while his head was turned to the side, completely focused on the volleyball game on t.v. “Hey, Y/N,” he said as he just turned his head for a second before it swung back the side to focus on the t.v. He stepped aside as you walked past him. 

You walked in to the faint smell of weed, smoked probably a few hours ago. You set the grocery back down and hung your jacket at the front. The house was dark. It was 6:43 pm to be fair, the sun had almost fully disappeared. The tv’s glare and Tendou’s computer screen were the only source of light at the moment. 

You walked to where Tendou was sitting. Shirtless and in some grey sweats, he was shouting in his headset. “Come on, you motherfucker! He’s right there!”, he shouted as he pointed to the computer screen at his game. He felt your warm hug around him and he looked back and leaned into your kiss. 

“Hey baby,” he said. He turned back and yelled to the set again, “Come on, you dick! Oh my fucking-” 

You chuckled and backed away to let him continue playing. Semi was on the couch and glued to the game on the tv. His knees were spread and you climbed over to sit down on the other side of the couch. Your passing did not faze him at all. He kept his focus on the game. “Yes!”, Semi shouted as the whistle blew on the tv. It was some random college game. You sighed and scrolled through your phone. 

The coffee table in front of the tv was messy. An ashtray of burnt out cigarettes and blunts, leaves of weed sprinkled throughout, and empty beer and redbull cans. Keys, wallets, a few bills here and there, and a charging PS4 controller. 

You shut off your phone and asked. “Can we order some takeout?” You figure the 2 packets of ramen weren’t enough to feed all three of you, and you knew Tendou nor Semi couldn't cook, or even have food in the fridge, except for drinks and the occasional condiment or two. 

Tendou sighed in relief at the screen as “YOU WON” appeared in green and he took his headset. “Sure, babe,” he said as he held the power button to shut off the computer. “Semi, do you mind takeout?”, Tendou asked. Semi shook his head no. You walk over to the kitchen and try to find a menu. “That place over on 5th is really good,” you shout back to them. 

You get no response as you burrow through Tendou’s messy kitchen drawers. You can’t find any takeout menu as you look through them. “Babe?”, you call out. “What?”, Tendou calls out from the living room. “Where are the take out menus? They’re not in the kitchen.” 

“Check the bedroom, hun,” Tendou said. You swish your lips as your stomach growls. That jerky wasn't enough to hold you. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Exams ran through your lunch period so you were starved the whole day. You look through Tendou’s room and into his closet to find a pile of menus. “What the hell are these doing here?”, you ask yourself. 

You get a pile of your favorite restaurants’ takeout menus and flip through them, trying to find your favorite one. Suddenly, you felt a finger slide right between your folds and you yelp. Tendou wrapped his elbow right on top of your breasts and held you in a choke hold. He continued to slide his finger in between your folds on the outskirts of your tights, and then two fingers. 

You bite your lips and roll your eyes back. Tendou chuckles and sinks his kisses right under your ear. You close your thighs, tightening his fingers and making him rub your clit more. You bend your knees and grind against his groin, him following the motion and grinding back with you.

It has been 3 months without sex since winter break. No orgasm whatsoever. You couldn’t even touch yourself in the dorms. Senior year was brutal with classes and internships. You were just exhausted and starved. Tendou let go of his chokehold and cupped one of your breasts. “Jesusss,” he hissed and he kissed your cheeks and squeezed it. 

“Tendou,” you let out in a breathy moan. “We gotta...eat…” You could barely form a sentence. “I missed you so much, baby,” Tendou says in your ear. His fingers are going ham in between your folds. He stops and pulls you by your arm and pins them behind your back with one hand while he bends you over the dresser. Your tights were thin, and therefore, made your pussy easy access. 

Tendou took his index, middle, and ring fingers and rubbed your pussy from the back. You let out a few tiny moans and close your eyes at the feeling. You quiver and throw your head back. 

“Where is my charger?” Semi asked himself as he looked around the outlets in the living room. “Ah shit!” He realized it’s in Tendou’s bedroom since he needed it last night. Semi walked over only to stop at the door. It was slightly cracked open and he heard moans. He figured you and Tendou needed some alone time. 

Semi turned away and wanted to wait until you two were finished. “Ahhh fuuuck!”, you shouted in such a pretty whine. Semi paused in his steps. He looked to the side and sighed. “Just a peek,” he told himself. He turned back and looked into the door. The tent in his pants was pitched just from your moan. 

Lord, were you a sight. He knew you were his best friend’s girl...but damn...you can’t blame him. You were just his type, and you were always over during winter break. He could hear your moans all the time. And he didn’t mind. You were fun to listen to. He always jerked off to your moans at night. And whenever he had sex with his one night stands, your vision was what he saw sometimes. It haunted him. He felt so guilty being Tendou’s friend knowing he had such thoughts. 

“HAHAHAHA!” Tendou let out a belly laugh as he threw his head back when Semi opened up to his best friend about his guilty conscience. Tendou took an inhale of his blunt and blew it out with another slight chuckle and a sigh. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious, man. I feel awful. And I’m so sorry,” Semi said sentimentally. Tendou shook his head and smiled. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” Tendou asked. Semi made a confused face. Tendou smiled and scratched his forehead with his blunt still in his hand. “You see….” he began as he leaned in. “I like to...how do I say this…” he paused as he began to think his words carefully.

“I know my girl is hot, Semi. I know guys look at her all the time. I don’t worry, though. In fact, it’s kind of hot to think everyone wants her, but only I get to have her.” Tendou wasn’t wrong. Every event you came to for their high school, like a volleyball meet or an elegant sports dinner, a lot of guys were over you. Not to mention, Tendou always asked for you to wear tight cocktail dresses or ones that showed off your tits or ass a little. He got off on guys eyeing you as you walked in. 

He watched from a distance as guys would ask you, “Can I buy you a drink?” “Can I hold your coat?” “Can I get your number?” Nothing dangerous or unwelcomed, of course. Both you and Tendou liked the attention. And Tendou was always there to make sure everything went well, as he swooped you in last minute and gave you a deep kiss in front of all the guys, making them sigh in despair as they knew you were taken.

Tendou smiled as he watched Semi’s mouth gaped in confusion. “I still don’t get it. You’re not mad at me?” Tendou shook his head as he inhaled his blunt. Semi began to stutter; “But...but...but I imagine Y/n-”

“Don’t you get it?”, Tendou said as he cut him off and leaned in. “It turns me on, Semi. I get hard thinking someone likes Y/n.” Smoke escaped Tendou’s nostrils as he smirked. Semi backed away, almost disgusted.

 “How?”, he asked, horrified. Tendou leaned back into his chair and shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just hot. I know she’ll always be mine. But, I always had a fetish of her fucking someone in front of me. Or at least a threesome, you know? What’s that shit called?” 

“Cuckolding?”, Semi asked. “That’s it!”, Tendou shouted joyfully at Semi recalling the word he forgot. 

Semi shook his head at the past conversation he had with Tendou. He was leaking pre cum from his pants as he watched you quiver at Tendou’s hands. “Se-Semiiii!“, you let out whined. “Ah fuck,” Semi whispers as he grabs his hardened crotch. 

“What’s that, baby?”, Tendou asked as he leaned in your ear. “Se-Semi might hear,” you whine as you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes at Tendou’s pace. Tendou smirks and looks up in the mirror and at the doorway. He sees a figure moving in the lit hallway. He forms a cheshire grin. 

Semi freezes in fear, but then realizes Tendou is probably loving this. Tendou smiles in the mirror while glaring at Semi and rubs your pussy faster. You quiver and release yourself from Tendou’s grasp and grip the sides of the dresser. Your head is pressed down by Tendou’s hand and you tremble from your orgasm creeping on you. 

You beg and ask for permission. “Oh god! Pleaseeee! Please, sir! Please!” Semi is pulling on his crotch outside the door, thanking Tendou telepathically for leaving a slight crack in the door to peek at this show. Semi was full on hard, and he whipped his cock out and stroked it as he watched you melt in Tendou’s hands.

Tendou suddenly pulled away at your dismay. “Fuck!”, you yell out. “No,” Tendou said sternly as he smiled. Semi realized Tendou had just edged the both of you. Tendou’s fingers were pruned, and a bit sticky from your wet pussy. Your juices had leaked through your thin panties and tights, and onto his fingers. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and caught a whiff of your heat he had just violated. 

You slide down to the floor and breathe heavily. Your clit was pulsating, beating rapidly, like a heartbeat. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed red. Tendou knelt down to your height and kissed you. “Nice to have you home, baby.” You smile and let out sighs before you see a shadow move in the hallway. You gasp as Semi suddenly disappears. Tendou looks back and smiles. He stands back over you and lends a hand to help you stand up. 

“The menu was on top of the fridge, baby. “ You smiled gently as you exited the bedroom first and entered the hallway into the living room. Semi was on the couch with a pillow on his lap and scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Tendou was on the phone while you sat down next to Semi. You looked over at his flushed face. How cute. 

#tendou smut #tendou #tendou x reader #semi x reader #semi haikyuu #hq tendou #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #tendou x y/n

[cheelduh]

The Shackles of Duty

Pairing: Diluc x gn!reader

Synopsis: As a weapon of the Abyss, your obligation towards your Princess should be eternal.

Warnings: Unedited angst. Pls ignore any mistakes besties <3

Word count: 2k

You've never really given the weather any thought. It's not as if it matters to you. Stormy day or not, your responsibilities—no, your duty towards the Abyss will remain the same.

It's still raining. The mud thick underneath your boots, slippery against your heel, the putrid smell of grassy dew lingering miserably against the air.

"You know what you have to do." The Abyss Princess commands you, her loyal servant, hers to dispose if she so desires.

"The dragon...Stormterror." You explain, goosebumps forming on your skin as a result of the damp clothes that adorn your wet body. "Your brother, the honorary night, along with others, thwarted our plans by eliminating the fragments."

"Why?"

"You know why, your grace." Is all that you can give to her. "I shall follow him. Keep him away, from inciting another encounter—"

"No," Lumine declares, no room for argument. "Infiltrating their ranks is no easy task. You mustn't be relieved of your post, not yet at least. We need to extract as much information as possible to further avoid outcomes like these."

Exactly the answer you don't want to hear in the middle of this archon forsaken storm, all bruised and bumped up from Stormterror's confrontation.

Don't make me do this again. I don't know how much more I'll be able to take.

You bite your tongue, knowing full well the finality of her words. "As you wish, my princess."

The familiar redhead suddenly plagues your mind, stoic, and with years worth of anger at the world. The hero in the shadows, the man with an agonizing past, a sense of retribution albeit his severed connections with the knights of favonious.

Despite the obstacles of life and the intellect honed from his journey, he's reckless. Reckless enough to still believe that he can make a difference. That anyone can make a difference.

Diluc is reckless enough to love someone, reckless to think that his sworn brother would be the only one capable of betraying him.

—

"There's no point." Diluc whispers loud enough for you to hear him underneath the stars, adding onto the lull of night. "They all keep walking—no, running, aimlessly because of duty. They follow orders without knowing where they come from. It's utter chaos."

"But in all the chaos, there is calculation." You lean against the stone of the walls, and as always, you know how to speak to Diluc. How to open him up and read him like a book.

You're sure he can do the same with you, but he just isn't looking where he should be. You need him to look; to realize he's tangled up in your web of deceit and that there's no way out.

"How do you do that?" He says, aware all at once. "How do you give me so much yet so little?"

I want to give you everything, the pretty and the ugly things alike. I want to give you my secrets, fold them up in a dirty, black, envelope, and have you turn it to ash with the violent flames of your heart.

It's a lot of work hiding under false pretences.

"It's a beautiful night, my love." You say instead.

Diluc's never gotten used to the term of endearment, still new to receiving affection. It warms him up differently to his vision, pleasant yet unfamiliar. It takes a moment for him to come back to himself.

You briefly jolt at the pleasant warmth of his hand atop yours, a silent reassurance, one that worsens your guilt, weaves it into something that pierces your rotten core.

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You don't know what you're thinking when you stand in front of Jean's office, fist hovering.

Is forgiveness why you're here? No, because you would've went to Diluc first. You would've confessed to him right then and there about what a vengeful weapon you are, a mindless soldier that will do anything for their queen.

You don't even get a chance to think of the various ways he'd kill you when the door is open, and you're met with the view of the acting Grandmaster herself. Another dear friend that will come to despise you.

"Y/N! I'm glad you're here—"

"I'm a servant of the Abyss." You cut her off, and don't stop yourself, letting the words run freely against the fast pace of your heart. "I've infiltrated Mondstadt under the orders of the abyss princess and used what I've learned to conspire against the archons."

Everything's spinning, so fast you can barely breathe.

Jean doesn't move, doesn't even blink as the confusion dawns on her face. You aren't looking for confusion.

"Don't pretend you're blindsided completely," You give her a humourless chuckle, and by the hush of your tone it's as if you're telling her a secret to any spectators. "You've known for a while now that there's been a traitor within your ranks. Every single attack from the Abyss—too clean, too unpredictable, one could say with coincidence."

"But the universe is rarely so lazy." Your voice is smooth, calm, the complete opposite to the flurries of emotions that bloom your being. "Varka knew that. And so do you."

"No," Jean finally speaks up, denying your claim incandescently. "We've fought together for years. You're one of our best, our most dependable. Everything we've done—everything you've done has been for Mondstadt. As always."

If only that were the truth.

You wave a hand over your right eye, releasing the magical bind to reveal the intricate marker. Jean's eyes widen, and she's far from her usual composed self.

"Still don't believe me?" You ask, knowing full well she's still in denial. It's not everyday your best mate, the one that fights alongside you, admits to being a traitorous scum of the abyss drenched in years worth of lies.

Ah the trials and tribulations of friendship.

"Fine then," With the flick of your wrist, it doesn't take much effort for the main doors to open up with a bang.

The acting grand master draws back at the shrill sound, teeth gritting.

She isn't the only one that's provoked. Wood and Wyratt, the only two guards on duty at this time let out shouts of surprise, reaching for their swords on instinct.

You summon your abysmal magic, which shapes into deep blue, if not black, appendages. They glitter, hiding the entire galaxy in them, with stars that burst into life. Breathtaking if not used on the battlefield.

In mere seconds, one latches on to Wyratt's leg, while the other takes Wood by his arm. All it takes is a jerk of your index finger, and they're sent flying outside the doors, which unceremoniously slam shut behind them. The lock clicks into place, cherry on top.

Jean materializes her sword, taking on a defensive position. You don't think you've ever seen the woman irritated, let alone as livid as she is right now.

That's more like it.

"Go on. Arrest me." You bring your wrists up, casual as ever. "We'd better hurry. They'll come after me soon enough, it's in your best interest to listen to everything I have to say if I'm willing to die over it." There's a tightness in your chest that you can't explain.

Jean hardens her gaze, not allowing herself to relax. You know what she's going to say. You've been her friend, her advisor, long enough to understand where most of her actions and decision stem from.

She says—well she says nothing, because she doesn't get a chance to when an abrupt screech erupts from her office, causing your ears to perk up and your blood to run cold. A series of heavy footsteps, footsteps you're all too familiar with follow.

Although you're fairly certain you know who it is, you glance over her shoulder anyways to meet the fiery red eyes that have reserved a place in your heart. The sole reason you're blowing the whistle.

You feel a sharp pang in your heart.

The pure, authentic, hurt in Diluc's hardened features are enough to have you gutted completely. Mouth dry with a rock in your throat, you don't so much as allow yourself to exhale.

You finally understand why you didn't go to him first. You were sure he'd be able to survive the betrayal, but you weren't sure you'd be able to survive it yourself.

Diluc. You want to tell him, tell him how sorry you are. Tell him how much of a piece of shit you are. Tell him that he doesn't deserve this, that he deserves so much better. Tell him that you love him, devastatingly so.

It isn't supposed to end this way. Things never go as planned.

You avert your gaze, clench your jaw shut, and wait.

"Jean." Diluc says, and there's grim finality in his voice. "We need a moment." His words send small pricks throughout your spine.

Jean regains her composure, mulling over his request, but any resistance is placated by a simple look from the redhead.

When she reluctantly leaves, the quiet is near unendurable.

"Why?" If the way Diluc's fixed gaze could set anything on fire, you would've been burned to the stake by now.

You'd calculated this moment countless of times, predicted exactly how this would go, lived through every outturn in the dead of the night as you struggled to find sleep in his arms.

Living through it is far more dreadful than you could've ever imagined it to be.

His body closes in at your lack of reply, hands gripping your forearm to pull you in and kick the door shut. "Why?" This time it's more firm.

You open your mouth to speak, like a fish out of water, and out comes nothing.

"I trusted you," Diluc says weakly, in a way that has your heart shattering a million times a second. Tightening his hold on your arm, he continues "You were the only one I...I should've known. I was foolish to think I could believe in you." a sharp exhale, and he pushes you back against the door, but it's not harsh at all. He's gentle, and somehow that makes everything so much more worse.

Your inability to reply sparks a different kind of rage in his heart.

"It must have been quite the show, watching everyone run in circles." He seethes, furious, wounded. "Was it all just a lie? Were my feelings ever returned? Or was I just another one of your fair games?"

You wrench away from his hold as if it's burning you. The words are like needles, pinning into you with so much force it has you lurching in place, and then they twist deep within your blackened veins.

"Stop it." You should've just left. Should've just pushed back the nagging in your brain and jumped off a cliff or a something. Surely the unexpected death of a royal guard—no, the death of a fundamental piece in their plan would surely be enough to cripple them for at least a few days, if not weeks.

Anything but this.

You meet his gaze. "I do love you Diluc, that I am sure of. You don't have to believe me. I know I wouldn't."

"Is that all you have to say?" He all but hisses, gloved fingers closing in to form a fist. "You've betrayed everyone. Your friends, your family...me."

"You think I don't know that?" Your voice breaks when you look away. "I don't know what's right anymore, what's wrong. I don't even know what I've been fighting for this entire time." A sharp, mirthless laugh escapes your lips, "To allow myself to carry out orders I do not believe in is too much to bear. How long do I delude myself into thinking that this is all for Khaenri'ah? That this is all for a reason that is beyond me?"

There's a sliver of softness that shows in his features, but you're too busy calming the waves crashing in your head.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter anymore." You say, the sinking of your chest only expanding. "I've already contravened against the abyss, and for that they will come for me. The only thing I regret is that they couldn't get to me before you did."

A stricken look passes across his face, brows furrowed and desperation as clear as day when he reaches for you.

This time, you let his arms curl around your shaking figure, welcoming the comfort that you're undeserving of. "I won't let them."

"I'm sorry." You whisper shakily, fisting the fronts of his coat. "I'm so sorry Diluc."

Diluc hums as he strokes your hair soothingly, with the utmost of care. Although his trust in you has shattered, like irreplaceable fragments of glass, his love for you will remain constant.

Even with the storm that is fated to come.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #jean gunnhildr #diluc ragnvindr #master diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin fanfic #diluc angst #genshin diluc #lumine #lumine genshin impact

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Hold me

Requested: @wanniiieeee​

summary:the band sunset curve fall into a coma what will happen next read and find out.

word count:1580

A/N: I was really deep into a depressive state writing this so sorry its bad!

Warnings:not a warning but reader can touch the boys

pairing: Luke Patterson x reader 

“Maybe I’ll try tonight…” Julie finishes talking to Ray, Flynn and I rush from the top of the stairs back to Julies room after listening to the saddened voices speaking about moving.

“Quick, act natural.” Flynn whispers as we hear Julies footsteps coming up; we both unpreparedly get into the most unnatural position, trying to act “Natural”. Jules walks in furrowing her eyebrows after a glance at the two of us.

I pick at my nails pretending to be casual as I try to spark a not so subtle distracting conversation. “Hey Jules, funny seeing you here..” I say looking up curiously.

“You heard?” she says blankly.

Flynn and I turn to each other; she stands up from the edge of the bed stalking slowly to the girl with big slippers.” If by “heard” that, you mean the fact, we get to go through the cool stuff in the loft...then...yeah.” she says with a smile on her face as she rubs the girl’s arm in comfort.

I stand from my spot at the desk wrapping my arms around the girls, putting our heads together.

“We can all do it together Jules... if that would help…” I nudge the girl’s arm putting a small smile on her face. She leans her forehead on mine, speaking up. ”That would be nice.”

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“Woah dude how did we get back here!” The shaggy-haired boy says after sputtering up a cough looking around as the other two guys check out the studio. Flynn, Jules, and I scream growing terrified of the new presence in the room; The guys begin to join in on the screaming scared of the sudden noise.

First instinct and a smart one, we all begin speeding past the boys out of the studio running into Ray.

“Woah slow down, You look like you've seen a ghost” He didn’t know-how on the spot he was about our expressions. We all stare at him traumatized like as we say in unison “We have!”

Carlos cuts in “cool!” I thump him in the head with my middle finger and thumb to make him shut up but I’m quickly cut off by Ray scolding me, “Y/n, We’ve talked about the thumping.” he says as Carlos mimics his actions of pointing his index finger at me as to be stern. before Ray turns back to him with his eyebrows furrowed.

I huff turning to Carlos to apologize but quickly speed off so I don’t have to.

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Flynn, Julie, and I walk in a huddle back to the studio holding a cross. I start to giggle remembering a TikTok, I begin to speak up before I could be interrupted.”Shiver me timbers...am i right..?” I say giggling, we turn around at the sound of little giggles at my TikTok reference 

We begin screaming again when we’re cut off by our blonde friend who we just visited at the hospital not that long before, his soft voice asking us to please be quiet and stop screaming. 

“Guys, do you understand what’s happening?”  I ask say sadly as everyone looks at me.” If we’re seeing ghosts then that means they passed…” my eyes begin to well up with tears at the sight of our sweet boys standing there confused as to what’s wrong. 

Luke stares completely and utterly confused as he attempts to touch Julie and Flynn to test the “Ghost logic” when his hand fell through with a chill he was filled to the brim with sadness, his heart dropped in his stomach, tears in his eyes as his head began to pound and his throat felt like it was clogged, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t understand..” Reggie shakes his head.

My boy with his shaggy brown locks decides to attempt to touch me; Slowly reaching his hand out towards my face , he hesitantly brushes the pad of his thumb against my warm tear-stained cheeks, so caught up in the moment it felt like no one else in the room. He grabs my shoulder pulling me towards him to engulf me in a hug..

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Time skip brought to you by Owen joyners EpiPen

3 weeks passed.

I lay across the couch thinking of lyrics in my head trying to put it all on paper, I sing the song in my head trying to find the melody when a certain boy walks up behind me sticking his fingers to my side tickling me.I know exactly who it is by the scent filling my nasal passages, I turn around prepared with a small nerf gun from my hoodie pocket shooting him, but the bullets going through him.

He snorts staring at me in awe as if he knew it wouldn’t work.”What, you think it’s funny I can’t shoot you, huh..huh?! I saw as I jump off the couch onto his back kissing and bear-hugging the boy as he lets out wild laughs; fouling my heart with warmth. I slide off his back but he’s still holding on to my leg making me stumble, he quickly loops his arm around my waist catching me before I can fully reach the ground. Our eyes linger on each other for longer than normal when we hear a faint but clear whistle behind us.

“Come on lover birds, we have songs to write and instruments to play,” Reggie says walking up to the two of his, blushing and warm cheeks clearly showing. We finally look down and realize we’re still conjoined at the hip making us move away from each other abruptly.

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“Hey luke it’s me again, I know your soul is technically still in the studio and I just saw you but it’s still nice to come to check on your body.” I saw as I bring my hand to the luke laying on the hospital bed, caressing his rough calloused fingers with my own soft ones.

I giggle as i remember a fun time we had when he was quote “alive”.

“You remember that one time we went down to-” I was quickly cut off by Lukes’s nurse coming in to tell me visiting hours were over, but I can still hang out with ghost luke, right? All these thoughts in my head; what if he doesn’t wake up, what if he never gets to be seen again,to play his music the way he wants to.what if I never have my best friend back.

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“In and out y/n, just like we practiced, in and out.” Alex had me leaned against his chest to  help with the tightening of my muscles as he brushed the hair out of my face helping with my panic attack.“Luke-Lu-Luke, where is-where is he.” I managed to get out in between breaths.

“He said he was on his way, It okay he’ll be here.” he stroked my hair, as I struggled to breathe at all, my test tightened, I felt cut off from the world. It was like watching myself struggle but unable to help with the pain. Just about that time, I was bursting into hot tears, luke ran into the studio immediately cupping my face with his calloused hands trying to calm me down while repeatedly asking whats wrong;I bury my head in the crook of his neck as I continue to squall about how he’s my best friend. “ Y/n you smell like pure vodka, did you drink anything?” He holds my face in his hands staring at me lovingly

“I drank some- I drank a lot of Smirnoff- a little of a lot,  cus i visited you in the hospital and started thinking about how I need you back-I -I need you back Luke, I need-need you. Please just hold me..” I trail off into whimpers as he pulls my head in his lap, caressing my hair softly as he thinks about everything I just said.

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 I sit in the hospital when nurses begin to run into the rooms of the  boys,I hear ther voices and thats all i need before i start falling on my knees crying happy tears,falling from my eyes salty droplets as i begin to run straight to lukes bed but begin to be pushed out and i know somethings wrong; And my heart drops to my stomach as i hear “Whos the pretty girl?” my boy asks.my heart stops...what did he just say 

A/N: WHAT DID SHE SAYYYY, SUPRISEEE SHAWTYYYY HE DONT REMEMBER YOUUUUUUUUU

“Luke it’s me,it’s your best friend?” i said in more of a question.

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Weeks passed by and luke still doesn’t remember me,and i have no clue what to do.weeks feeling overwhelmed without my bestfriend.weeks crying every second thinking about how ive already lost him when lukes ghost walks in at the same time as luke when they run into each other the sight in front of me is crazy as it looks as if his soul has been  sucked into his body when i hear “Y/n?” 

I run as fast as my legs can carry me into his arms and place a harsh kiss onto his lips knocking him back but he responds kidding back. Long minutes of being in eachothers arms when he pulls back smiling that signature smile i’ve always loved 

“I love you Y/n” He says with tears in his eyes.

“I love  you too” i say as i pull him back  in for another kiss.

#charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke jatp #luke patterson x reader #luke julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner #jeremy shada #madison reyes

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The Deep Thinking Midfielder (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Hey, can you do one where reader is on the team and dating Sonnett and is super smart, but she is also super shy. And she’s always overthinking stuff like shots and game theory so Sonnett has to get her to chill

Emily watches across field as you stare at the ball, your face scrunched up. She crosses her arms across her chest, a smile stretching across her face.  

“She’s doing it again.” Lindsey shakes her head with a small smile as you cock your head from one side to the other.  

“Yep. I know that look.” Tobin grins, watching as you back up, using your thumbs and index fingers to form a square.  

“I better get her, or she’ll be there all day.” Emily grins, making her way across the field.  

It was pure luck that you and Emily had met, the two of you both being traded to the Orlando Pride.  

The two of you were polar opposites, Emily was loud, and outgoing, whereas you were shy and reserved.  

Emily realized she was absolutely smitten when she caught you mumbling under your breath one day about trajectory and how the ball would travel if you kicked it at a precise angle.  

You inhale sharply when a pair of hands move to rest on your shoulders, your eyes widening.  

You huff, your head hanging and cheeks flushing.  

“I was doing it, again wasn’t I?” You mumble, the blonde smiling as she wraps her arms tightly around you.  

“You were...” Emily presses a kiss to the nape of your neck and you bite your bottom lip, heart skipping a beat.  

“As usual it was adorable.” She grins, resting her chin on your shoulder.  

You mumble under your breath and Emily snorts.  

“What was that?”  

You huff loudly.  

“I’m not adorable.”  

Emily scoffs loudly, scoffing again as she moves to step in front of you and when your eyes lock, she scoffs even louder.  

“Not adorable my ass.”  

Emily takes your hand.  

“Come on. Let’s get a drink.” She nods to the bench and you smile, the two of you heading towards the bench.  

“Saw you were studying the ball again.” Alex gives you a playful nudge when you get to the bench and you shrug, cheeks dark red as you rub the back of your neck nervously.  

“It’s alright.” Ali grins as Ashlyn throws an arm around your shoulders.  

“That’s what happens when your brain is so big. You can’t help but overthink.” She rests her head against yours and you chuckle.  

You hum, your eyes widening when after a second the solution comes to you and you move back towards the ball, hitting it at JUST the right angle to curve it into the top corner, a smirk on your face as your teammates watch in awe, the grin on Emily’s face massive.  

“Well I’ll be damned.” Ashlyn smirks as you make your way back towards the team, every one of them grinning.  

“Smarty pants.” Kelley grins as she jumps on your back and you blush, glancing at Emily who leans in, pressing playful kisses to your cheeks.

“She’s my smarty pants.”  

                                                           ***

You pace the locker room the following day, mumbling under your breath.  

“Well, if I consult game theory then...”  

“Y/N is short circuiting.” Lindsey gives Emily a nudge the blonde moving to her feet and cupping your cheeks, pulling you out of your trance.  

You glance around, huffing.  

“Damn it.”  You mumble as Emily leans in, resting her forehead against yours.  

“I know that brain of yours moves at 1000 miles an hour, but you can do this.” She whispers and you sigh, your tongue swiping at your lips.  

“So... Don’t overthink it?” You grimace and Emily smirks.  

“I know that probably sounds impossible... But I know you can do it.” She shrugs and you smile, nodding as Emily tilts her head back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before kissing your lips.  

“So, ready?” She asks and you nod, your mind still racing.  

“Ready.”  

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The game is particularly harder than usual, Sweden coming out guns blazing, getting 3 goals in the first half, whereas the USWNT are trailing by 1.  

“Jesus, they had their Wheaties.” Emily says as she flops down on the bench behind you, the woman leaning against your back.  

You’d been on your a-game, tackling precisely and calculatedly, swiping the ball from every Swedish player you could.

While you were helping to keep possession, you were still having a difficult time getting in on goal, Lindhal had been doing anything and everything to stop the ball from getting passed her again.

Emily wraps her arms around you, pulling you out of your thoughts as Vlatko claps his hands, pulling every one’s attention to him.  

Tactic talks begin, but even though you stare ahead, hearing Vlatko’s words you’re still lost in your thoughts, thinking of how Sweden had been moving and preforming on field, brainstorming a way you could get passed them.  

“Y/N?” Vlatko says and you hum.  

“Are you okay to stay in for the rest of the second?” He asks and you nod.  

“More than okay.”  

Emily shakes her head, giving you a squeeze.  

“My girlfriend is always ready.”  

You close your eyes, leaning back against Emily your mind still racing with thoughts of the second half.  

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The second half had been just as brutal as the first half, that brutality ending with you eating turf in the 80th minute, right within the box considering you’d worked out how to get around Sweden’s defenses.  

Christen pulls you to your feet, sending the woman in yellow a glare, that same woman earning a yellow card moments later.  

Tobin waves everyone over, the entire team turning to you when you and Christen join the huddle.  

“You should take it.” Carli nods and your eyes widen, nearly bulging from your skull.  

“M-Me?” You shake your head, mouth agape as you turn to Emily who nods with a smile.  

“Y/N, you can do this. We’ve seen you work at practice Y/N.” Kelley nods and you scoff, shaking your head.  

“I-I-I c-c-can't...” You stammer, cheeks flushing when Julie cups your cheeks.  

“Yes, you can Y/N.”  

Emily takes Julie’s place cupping your cheeks.  

“Y/N, we know how amazing you are, show everyone else what we ALREADY know.” Her thumb runs along your bottom lip and you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“What if I mess-

Emily shakes her head, wrapping her arms around you tightly.  

“You won’t mess up Y/N.” She whispers, kissing your temple. “Now go show them what I already know, and that’s that you’re an amazing soccer player.”  

You pull back, nodding, the ref blowing her whistle annoyingly loud.  

You turn to Carli, the veteran smiling.  

“You’ll take it?” She asks and you nod.  

“I will.”  

You jog towards the wall of women, making your way towards the front, much to Sweden and Lindhal’s surprise.

You were midfielder, you weren’t the type to take PK’s but here you were, standing in front of Hedvig Lindhal, the woman bouncing on her feet.  

You stare at the ball, your mind racing wildly, as your eyes dart from the ball, to Lindhal and back.  

You needed to sink this goal, you NEEDED to secure the win for the USWNT and if your calculation was right, you were about to.  

The whistle blows and everything stills, the stand full of fans, your teammates, the sidelines, everyone stills until you take a step towards the ball.

You’d been watching each and every time a goal had gotten passed Lindhal, the top right corner was her weakness, and in this case, it still was.  

She leapt in the ball’s direction, but you’d chipped it, the ball going right over her head and hitting the back of the net.  

The fans scream as your teammates surround you, Emily throwing her arms tightly around you as everyone ruffles your hair, patting your back and grinning as they hug you tightly.  

You run to the sidelines, your teammates jumping on your excitedly, for sinking your first ever PK in your career.  

Eventually play begins again, the possession heavily in the USWNT’s favor, the Sweeds, seemingly gassed, from everything they’d done in the first and still in the second half.  

The whistle blows and you grin, tilting your head back as you smile at the sky, luckily, your eyes flutter open in time to see Emily jumping your way, the woman’s legs wrapping around your middle as you catch her, her lips pressing against yours.  

“I knew you could do it.” She whispers and you grin, leaning back in, your lips slamming against hers.  

“I love you Emily.” You whisper as you part, Emily’s hazel orbs widening before her grin widens, the woman surging in to kiss your lips harder.  

“I love you too Y/N.”  

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #emily sonnett #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

euphoria | charles xavier

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“Look at them both, cosying up. D’you think that she’s trying to become his favourite?” Alex scoffed, shaking his head, only to be punched on the shoulder by Raven as they observed the duo. “I’ve known Charles my whole life, he can spot a suck-up from a mile away. And he’s never looked that way when looking at someone.” She murmured, hearing Darwin wolf-whistle. Angel grinned at them eagerly, giggling as she observed Charles as he gently cupped Ash’s hand within his own, examining it in awe. “Guys, I think Professor X is in love.” She gasped, clapping but stopping when they shushed her. “What should we call her?” Hank asked. “I think we should call her Firestar.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Along the way to the Russian general, Charles felt his eyes were glued to Ash. After the night where she revealed her fire powers, she’d remained silent and jumped if anyone accidentally brushed against her. So he was going to attempt to get to the root of the problem. Are you alright? You’ve been awfully silent since our encounter.

Get out of my head, Charles.

I won’t till you tell me what’s wrong. I know that tone better than you think.

I’m sure you do. Now get your bloody mind out before I shut you down myself.

Miss Cyrus-

I don’t want to hear it.

Why on earth not?

I can’t let that night occur again. If my powers explode here like they could have that night then everyone here would die. Being a Class VI and Alpha level mutant doesn’t really get you a free pass into controlling your most powerful branch of your ability.

I admire your protectiveness of those you hold dear. I am truly sorry for any distress I could have caused in the moment.

He felt the tense environment in Ash’s head relax, as if she’d calmed down.

I am too.

He looked her way, their eyes meeting as he sent a small, comforting smile. He could tell without looking into her mind that she had experienced trauma beyond anyone’s knowledge. He could tell that despite her cold and walled exterior, inside was just someone who wanted to run away from the danger she could cause to those around her. She just wanted a family. “We got a problem.” Moira piped up from the front. “What?!” Charles vented as they approached a perimeter line. “I’m sorry, this wasn’t on the map.“ She apologised as they drove up, stopped by Russian soldiers. “No matter what happens, act normally. Miss Cyrus, can you help me with this one?” They watched as Charles put his index and middle fingers to his head and as Ash’s eyes turned green, the door opening and the soldier peering inside to see nothing. “Vse chisto (all clear)!” He yelled, shutting the door, oblivious to the cries of relief. “Oh, thank Lord.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They reached outside the building, hiding in some shrubbery as they saw Emma Frost ascending the steps, no Shaw in tow. “Where is Shaw?” Erik asked impatiently. “I don’t know. Charles?” Ash looked sideways to where Charles was crouched. “I can’t find out from that telepath. If I look into her mind she’ll know we’re here. I can try this…” He put his fingers to his temple, thirty seconds later coming back into reality. “He’s not coming.” He sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyebrows. “Now what, boss?” “Now, nothing. We came here for Shaw. Mission aborted.” He decided firmly, his mouth set in a determined line. “The hell it is.” Erik spat, ready to leave. Ash grabbed his hand, a look and spark of anger crossing Charles’ face for a split second as she yanked him back, shaking her head. “She’s his right hand woman. That’s good enough for me.” He resolved. “The CIA invading the home of a senior Soviet official. Are you crazy?” He gave a sly smile, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m not CIA.” He jumped up, Ash and Charles following hurriedly. When they reached the guards, Ash snapped her fingers, all of the guards entering a trance. “You will not be able to see us or remember us as we exit this building. You will forget our faces and see nothing if we pass through the door again.” They ran in, passing security as if they weren’t there and bursting through the door, finding the Soviet official cooing and playing with nothing while Emma Frost sat there, amused, a small yet infuriating smirk on her face as Charles lowered the illusion, the official gawping like a goldfish. “Sleep.” Ash commanded, the man’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fell back, oblivious to the goings on. Charles tried to read the mind of the seductive woman, but she’d transformed into diamond. “You can stop trying to read my mind, sugar. You won’t get anything from me while I’m like this.” Ash’s eyes turned red, her hair blowing back a little. “How about I make you tell?” She growled, trying to hold back as the thin, familiar tendril of flame circled her forearm. “Ooh, scawy. I’m diamond, silly girl, I can survive your little tea lights.” Erik held his hand forward, the golden bed frame constricting her throat and stomach, the one of her stomach contracting slowly but painfully, cracks gradually forming. “Where is Shaw?” He snarled, ignoring the attempts of Charles to stop him. Just as Frost was at breaking point, he let the restraints drop as she turned into her human form. “She wont become diamond again anytime soon. If she does, give her a light tap.” “I wish I had a chance to do it a second ago. CIA will want to question her personally. Let’s get her to Moira.” Charles chuckled goofily at the statement, wanting to grab Ash’s shirt and- What was he thinking?! “Come on, Xavier, pull yourself together.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. “What was that, Charles?” Ash questioned. “Nothing, Miss Cyrus.”

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Forsaken | Part 3

Summary: As one of the Forsaken, Jinyoung had no right to covet anything as his own. When he stumbles across you standing in the middle of the village he had plundered, the memories of old make him risk it all, clutching at the past in hopes for a better future.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: warrior au / star crossed lovers / angst / romance

Warnings: death, kidnapping, cursing, a myriad of emotions - this is a really sad love story.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 

“Can you tell me about it?”

Glancing at you, Jinyoung sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” you urged, leaning forward in earnest. It made him hesitant with your eagerness, considering what you were asking of wasn’t something to get that animated over. You acknowledged the evident unease Jinyoung was experiencing and gently reached for his hand, curbing some of your enthusiasm. “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to act as if you were a circus creature. I just… I want to understand more so I can better be there for you.”

“You do enough,” he whispered, gnawing on his bottom lip as he contemplated his life story. You had already told him of yours. As the daughter of the head patron of this township, you hadn’t faced a whole lot of troubling times in the short years you had on this earth thus far. You had been sheltered, fed daily, clothed decently and never felt the harshness of winter within your bones like he had. Further, you had been loved – a concept Jinyoung couldn’t quite fathom even now.

“Still,” you persisted, patting his forearm softly, soothing him and loosening off some of his control. “I have been far too privileged in this life. I want to understand the life you have lived so I never do anything to upset you.”

“Bitterness is bound to happen between two very different people, Y/N.”

“So can support and comfort. Let me be there for you, hm?”

He swallowed roughly, nodding as tears formed in his eyes. “I don’t remember much of when I was younger. I never had parents or a home. I don’t know who helped me survive until I was big enough to get by but when was a bit older I remember being found in the woods and dragged to a village. I was hungry so I followed for food…”

“But it was a camp for the Forsaken, right?”

Jinyoung nodded grimly. “If you don’t have anything in life, they give you this and take you as their own.”

Lifting his sleeve away on his right arm, he showed the numbered tattoo scored permanently into his skin. You fingered it tentatively and he shuddered with your touch. Smiling softly, you undid the leather band around your wrist and slipped it over his, hiding the numbers effectively. You then smiled up at him. “I know I can’t remove it for good, but you don’t need to worry about that anymore. You’re safe here with me.”

Jinyoung smiled sadly. If only he could truly believe that.

For a moment, Jinyoung wondered if you had ever truly understood what he was back then. For you, he was just a friend, a lover, a special person you had seen under the warm light that was your world. It didn’t seem to matter how often he would remind you he wasn’t the same as you were, you still didn’t seem to understand who he was.

Born as a Forsaken, the tattoo on his arm would never stop bleeding into his soul despite your efforts to erase it.

For Jinyoung, your treatment of who he was always made him desperate for more of it. He lapped you up with an insatiable hunger, greedy for more of your light to brighten his darkness. The longer he spent around you had made him almost believe his hardships were over. At your side, he only experienced happiness and acceptance.

Maybe that’s why it hadn’t taken him long to race after you, yearning for those emotions once again.

He knew what path you had taken without seeing you move that way, the years spent lurking in the dark making Jinyoung an excellent hunter. Travelling towards the forest as fast as he could, dread filled him. The nightshift would have begun and Mark was assigned this area tonight. He was a first-rate archer, and he hadn’t missed a target in the eight years Jinyoung had spent with him. Pushing himself to move faster, he breathed in relief when he saw you dashing through the forest like a deer. You were too free, not truly understanding how deadly this world could be for someone as dainty as you were. And as he predicted, he saw Mark up ahead, the man reaching for his weapon to harm his prey. Jinyoung dove towards you, grabbing you and spinning you away from the arrowhead that now pierced firmly into the tree trunk he had soared by. The force hurtled you both into a neighbouring tree and he let off a signal whistle of their battalion, watching as Mark lowered his next arrow and retreated into the shadows.

Jinyoung then turned back to you, your eyelids clamped together in fear. He sighed, knowing full well you weren’t ready for death. Someone who feared the end never wanted to take their last breath early. Slowly, your eyes opened and you stared up at him in surprise, your hands reaching for the front of his shirt and anchoring yourself there.

Why did this action always make his heart beat erratically over you? In the face of death or with the anticipation of his lips upon yours, you had always gripped onto him like this.

It made Jinyoung desperate to keep you there, casting reality to the side. “I’ll follow you to nowhere, so don’t try and leave me yet.”

Soul searching, you stared back at him for an immeasurable moment before slumping into his arms, burying your head in his chest. He held his breath, hesitant to rely on the warmth now erasing the chill out of his bones. Would this moment only be fleeting? Would you wake up again and try to leave, knowing he wasn’t the boy who did all he could to please you? Jinyoung was different now. He had more than just you to think about.

Right now though, he was uncaring of all the lives that he had upon his shoulders. He pulled you closer, lowering his head to your shoulder, inhaling you in. Despite the shirt you wore being his own; your scent had permeated through, filling his senses with nostalgia. How he had loved breathing you in, grounding his nerves whenever he felt he would lose you from his side. His arms tightened around you, coveting you like he had days previous, though this time you responded by clinging to him just as much.

The past was colliding with the present, trying to find a way to establish a place within one another.

“Jinyoung,” you mumbled from within his embrace sometime later and he reluctantly shifted so you could look up, his arms aching now that he had realised just how much effort he had used to hold you to himself. You used the moonlight to your advantage to search his eyes again. “Let’s find nowhere.”

“Right now?”

“Can’t we?” you pleaded, looking like the deer he had thought of you as before. You were too innocent for these parts and it made him swallow roughly, realising his place. He stepped back, and yet you followed him, unrelenting in your grip around his waist now.

“I need time.”

“How much?”

“I don’t know,” he answered simply and you dropped your head. His heart and mind tried to find a solution, hurting as the minutes passed by without a single path forward. He pried your chin out of your chest and stared at you feebly. “Will you… give it to me?”

“I’m cold,” you mentioned instead and Jinyoung nodded, pulling you into his side and helping you through the woods and back to his home. You were more alert this time, given you weren’t rushing through. Looking up at him after entering the cavern-like foyer, you frowned. “What is this place exactly?”

“We built our base into the hills around here. Once we go through the first two hallways, we’re on the other side of the hill where the houses are.”

“So we’re underground right now?” Jinyoung nodded and you smiled. “That’s a clever way to hide.”

“It’s survival,” he merely stated, feeling uncomfortable with your awe. He didn’t want to be seen as clever. The Rebellion wasn’t something to feel accomplished by, it wasn’t a way of life he wanted for any of them, especially not himself. So having you justify their strategic base layout only irritated him and he dragged you through the corridors and doors until you were back in the room you knew of.

You frowned. “There’s no kitchen?”

“We eat together.”

“We?”

Jinyoung implored your curiosity to ease off but you merely waited for an answer and he groaned. “Some twenty men live here.”

“No women?”

“Just two others.”

You finally picked up on his mood and sat down on his bed, bouncing a little on the edge whilst you looked at the size of it. “This bed wasn’t made for more than one person to lay upon it.”

“One person has only ever needed it,” he commented and you merely stared back at him. Jinyoung sighed for the umpteenth time. “You won’t be settled until you finish with your questions, will you?”

Smiling with the unspoken permission to continue, you launched into asking more about the camp. You wondered of their roles, of what happened here. You seemed to steer clear of what he did outside of the camp, and for that Jinyoung was thankful. He didn’t possess the energy to explain the years he had spent under the Rebellion whilst you were living out there in a peaceful settlement.  

The same place he had destroyed from existence.

Jinyoung struggled to dislodge the lump forming within his throat. He had destroyed your world and brought you to this wretched place. Would you even make it here?

“Where will you sleep?”

“I’m fine with the floor,” he announced, watching as you stopped midway in climbing under the blankets. Staring back at him, you shook your head.

“You could sleep beside me.”

Jinyoung cocked his head to the side despite the rush within his chest. “Didn’t you mention how tiny it was before?”

“We’ve done it before,” you whispered and he closed his eyes, nodding softly.

“Shh! They’ll find us,” he chastised and you clamped your giggling mouth together as best as you could.

“I’m sorry it’s just your foot tickled mine!”

“Well, given this bed isn’t made for two, did you expect there to be any room between us?”

“I think we’re not utilising it properly,” you stated, wriggling around until he whined when you elbowed him in the side. Sheepishly, you shot him an apology before finishing with scooting right up against the wall and beckoning Jinyoung closer. He obliged, frowning when you yanked on his folded arms. “You need to move them.”

“Why, I’m keeping a barrier between us.”

“Just because I’ve kissed you, doesn’t mean I will jump you, Jinyoung!” you whispered fervently and his face felt hot as you tugged an arm away from the other. Lifting yourself up and using his upper arm as a pillow, you nestled back down into his side. “There, much better.”

He couldn’t reply, the intense reaction his body was having overwhelmed him. Where you touched now tingled and burned, confusing him of your powers. Just what was this magic you were putting him under? Instinctively, he laid his other arm over your waist and you sighed in content. Blinking slowly with how close you were, he then stopped moving when you looked up at him.

“I love you, you know,” you confessed. “I don’t want to sleep alone anymore. Not when I can be this warm within your arms.”

Jinyoung held his breath as you slipped your head over the arm he had cast across the bed after laying down beside you, closing his eyes briefly as you nuzzled around, trying to find the comfiest spot. Legs entangled with the lack of room and your hands pressed gently into his chest. For a moment, after you both settled into your positions, he merely focused on breathing evenly.

He hadn’t held anyone like this outside of his dreams.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked softly and you hummed in response. You were easily more tired than Jinyoung was and your even breathing indicated to him that you had been lulled into another world.

He hoped that it was beautiful and bright compared to here.

As you slept, he soaked you in, inch by inch. You had blossomed further and he wanted to imprint every part that was different now. Your hair was shorter than it had been as a teenager. Was it more practical to be this length as an adult? His own hair was longer and untamed than back when you would cut it for him. What did you think of his appearance now, he wondered. Was he someone you could still find something attractive in?

A swift breath deflated him then. Why would you be attracted to him? He had nothing to offer you in the way of hope. Even if he wanted to go to nowhere with you, Jinyoung knew it would be impossible unless in the afterlife together.

The Rebellion was moving too fast, making deals with the cities, and taking out villages that seemed to profit too easily on their own. Self-sufficiency would be wiped out before they knew it, and the overlord would block out the light of the people.

If there was a nowhere to run to, Jinyoung knew it would soon be taken by the army of these lands.

Yet as you dreamed within his arms, he hoped you would find it.

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A Shot in the Dark: a Tales of Arcadia Fanfiction (Chapter 1)

"...The Arcane Order doesn’t actually care whether you live or die. They have given me permission to do to you whatever I deem necessary. So...” Douxie swallowed and grit his teeth as Rivan’s hand began to glow with an ugly, pulsing red light. “...I will ask politely one more time before I resort to more extreme measures. Where is the forest-child Nari?”

When Douxie is stripped of his magic and captured by a new enemy, Nari and Archie risk everything to come to his rescue.

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

Here we are, dears, the first chapter. Don’t forget to check out the author’s commentary after you’ve finished (if that’s the kind of thing you’re interested in) and I will be back with the next chapter on Nov. 13. Thank you all for waiting, and I hope you enjoy. 💕

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Most of Douxie’s mornings began with the harsh, clattering sound of his phone vibrating and whistling next to his ear. Necessary as his morning alarm was, he still hated it with every fiber of his being. So he had been borderline ecstatic when he slipped into bed the night before and left his phone alarm off, envisioning a long, uninterrupted sleep that he hoped would end no sooner than ten am, preferably eleven. This Saturday marked his first real day off since moving to this blasted city, and he intended to relish in it with all his might.

So he was just a tad miffed when, at approximately eight-fifteen, a strange, nervous sensation rising in his chest slowly pulled him from slumber. He attempted to ignore it, simply burrowing down deeper into his pillow, but the feeling did not abate. He could not shake the peculiar awareness that he was being watched. In the end, centuries of experience forced him to heed his instincts, and he pried one eyelid open and glanced over his shoulder.

Two pairs of luminous golden eyes were hovering uncomfortably close to his head and staring at him fixedly. Douxie yelped and threw off his covers, scrambling upright and fumbling for his magic vambrace nearby. A small green hand held it out to him politely, and after a bit of confused blinking, Douxie finally registered the faces of his companions. Nari and Archie were sitting on the floor next to his mattress, looking at him eagerly. He felt himself deflate as he gave a long sigh of relief.

“Fuzzbuckets, you two, don’t creep on me like that,” he admonished lightly, fastening his vambrace around his left wrist. Nari gave him a sheepish smile while Archie stepped up onto his mattress and rubbed against Douxie’s side.

“Next time, don’t oversleep,” the Familiar replied. “You do remember what day it is?”

“Yeah, it’s Saturday. My day off. Hence the reason I was sleeping,” Douxie said with a yawn, stretching his arms above his head.

“It’s also the day you promised to bring Nari to Central Park,” Archie informed him.

“...It is?” the wizard mumbled groggily, looking at the wood nymph crouched nearby. She gave him a somewhat apologetic nod.“...It is. Ah, fuzzbuckets, I’m sorry, I completely forgot.” He tumbled out of his bed, snatching up his day clothes from a heap on the floor. “I’ll be ready in two shakes,” he promised, ruffling Nari’s hair before pushing himself to his feet. He staggered to the bathroom, running his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair, very nearly smacking his head on the doorframe.

“Perhaps we should not have woken him,” Nari fretted as the door closed behind the wizard.

“You know Douxie always acts like a plague victim first thing in the morning, regardless of how much he slept.” Archie reminded her, following Nari into the kitchen area and pulling the box of English Breakfast tea out of the cupboard while she filled the kettle at the sink.

Mornings for Nari looked very different than they used to, she realized as she set the kettle on the stove, stepping back so Archie could light it (due to her somewhat complicated relationship with Bellroc, she was still wary about anything that involved fire). As a demigoddess who had existed for hundreds of millenia, she had never had much experience with something as human as family domesticity. Her siblings (if the Arcane Order could ever really be called such) certainly never spent mornings bustling around a kitchen making tea for one another, but even if they had, Nari was beginning to understand that there was more to being a family than the mundane routines. There was a feeling in the air around her, a sensation of companionship and contentment that felt almost otherworldly at times, yet it was inextricably linked to these small, daily, human gestures of kindness.

Douxie emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, just as Nari was squeezing out the teabag. His damp hair was combed back into its usual neat appearance, and he was wearing his favorite hoodie. He mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ as Nari presented the cup of tea to him, and slumped back against the island countertop as he took a sip. Archie sat down on the counter behind him, pressing against his wizard’s back and purring contentedly into the soft, warm fabric of his jacket. Nari mirrored Douxie’s position beside him, trying to quell the nervous excitement fluttering in her chest. She had heard much about Central Park, and after going two-and-a-half months without feeling any real grass beneath her feet, the thought of visiting even the smallest pocket of nature made her spirit tingle in anticipation. But she kept still and quiet, trying her best to be patient as Douxie drank his tea, slowly working his way back to full alertness.

“Right,” he sighed after he had drained the last drop from his mug. “You two already had breakfast?”

“Nari was kind enough to open a tin of sardines for me earlier,” Archie answered. “And she says the sunlight is strong enough today that she will not require any food.”

“Okay,” Douxie hummed as he set his mug in the sink and ran water in it. “Then I guess we’re ready.”

“Wait,” Nari chided, opening one of the cupboards and pulling out two granola bars. “You need sustenance as well.”

“Right. I forgot,” the wizard chuckled, slipping her offering into one of his pockets. “I’ll eat when we get there.” He grabbed his keys off of the counter and held out an arm for Archie to clamber up onto his shoulder. Nari scurried to the door eagerly, practically bouncing on her toes as Douxie reached out to undo the magical seals. Before his hand made contact with the door, he drew back suddenly and snapped his fingers.

“Fuzzbuckets, I’m forgetting all kinds of things today,” he muttered, turning to the small demigoddess. “Nari, face me and hold very still for just a second.”

“What is this for?” she asked, intrigued as Douxie knelt down to her level and placed his hands on either side of her head, his middle and index fingers pressing gently against her temples.

“I’ve been looking into some concealing spells that can be cast directly onto a person, rather than on an area. It’s a lot more complicated than the standard protective wards, but it should make your aura undetectable to other magic users for a little while.”

“Isn’t that a little excessive?” Archie remarked, climbing down from Douxie’s shoulder in order to give him some breathing room for the spell. “The entire reason we came here is because it is almost impossible to detect individual auras in a place this crowded.”

“I don’t see any harm in taking extra precautions,” Douxie replied. “Keep very still for me, Nari.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his aura flowing out and wrapping around her like a warm, familiar cloak. “Celare,” he murmured, and Nari felt a sharp tug on her spirit as the spell washed over it, cool and comforting like the shade of an old tree. Douxie’s hands fell away from her head and he sat back on his knees, his breath short and a little ragged. “Wow,” he panted. “You have....a lot of magic. I almost didn’t have enough of my own to cover it all.”

“...I’m sorry,” Nari answered meekly, unsure of what else to say. Douxie laughed breathlessly and shook his head, bringing a hand up to squeeze her shoulder.

“You’re fine. I’m just impressed.” He levered himself back to his feet, bracing himself against the door for a moment, before seeming to collect his bearings. Archie hopped back up onto his shoulder and nudged his head in silent inquiry. Douxie waved him off with a soft ‘I’m fine.’ Then he disabled the protective seals and opened the door, stepping back and gesturing to Nari. “Let’s go.”

“Should your magic not also be concealed?” she asked as they emerged into the hallway, pausing while Douxie locked the door behind them (the ordinary way--he didn’t see any need for magic seals if none of them were home).

“I’m afraid I can’t cast the spell on myself,” he explained, pocketing his keys. “Anyways, I don’t think the Order had enough time to get a good feel of my aura. It’s your magic signature they’ll be looking for. Relax.” He smiled down at her as they began descending the uneven stairs (it was unknown whether there was ever a time in history when the elevator in this complex had actually functioned). “There’s nothing to worry about. Let’s just focus on having a good time today, alright?” He stopped her halfway down the flight so he could lift her over a broken step.

“Alright,” Nari promised. They made it to the lobby and burst into the sunlit street outside, the taste of freedom burning on the wood-nymph’s tongue like those carbonated drinks humans were so peculiarly fond of. The park wasn’t too far away, and Nari was still somewhat distrustful of automobiles, so they had opted to walk. She made sure to hold on to the edge of Douxie’s hoodie tightly so she wouldn’t accidentally lose him as her eyes wandered the cityscape, taking in the sights.

The first time she had walked the streets of New York City, Nari had been on the verge of tears. There were so many sensations assaulting her mind at once, the feeling of countless souls buzzing around, a crowd of spirits so thick that sometimes it felt like a wall. Even without tapping into her roots, she was drowning in a sea of tangling energies, as hundreds, even thousands of voices echoed in her soul all at once. It was more than she had ever experienced in one place before, and it had made her frantic with the desire to claw her way out of her own skin. The protective wards Douxie cast on their apartment helped filter out most of the magical noise, but it had taken several weeks of regular exposure before Nari was able to walk out in the open without clinging to Douxie’s hand so tightly that her nails left crescent marks on his fingers.

She had learned how to block out most of the noise now, and only felt the faintest twinge of anxiety as they joined the sea of bodies traversing the city. It helped that whatever spell Douxie had put on her was having a sort of swaddling effect on her aura. Her spirit felt comfortably nestled within her, not completely deaf to the world around her, but still separated from it in some way. She was even able to discern the individual life forces of the people around her, pick out who was emitting which charge. It was like a chaotic smear of colors had sharpened into a recognizable picture, one where she could finally see the finely drawn details and appreciate the contrasting shades.

Until suddenly, with a jolt in her stomach, she realized that one piece of the picture was missing entirely.

She and Douxie had stopped at a crosswalk, and were waiting for the signal, when her eyes drifted across the figure of a man, leaning against some brickwork near the turnoff into a smaller alleyway. He was fashionably dressed, (“business casual,” the humans called it), with an elegant black trench coat hanging nonchalantly off of his arm. He had dark brown hair, handsomely trimmed and styled, just a bit longer than Douxie’s, and was wearing a large pair of expensive-looking sunglasses. He looked thoroughly uninterested in the world around him, and had the appearance of someone who was waiting to meet up with a particularly tardy acquaintance. But Nari couldn’t sense that he was waiting. She couldn’t sense anything from this man. He emitted no life force, no aura or energy of any kind. He was like a standing, breathing corpse. Feeling oddly sick all of a sudden, Nari pressed closer to Douxie’s side and frantically tugged at his sleeve.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, the sound swallowed by the noise around him, though Nari was able to feel his intent through his aura.

“I-I am not sure. I felt...Well, actually I did not feel...” she stammered, unsure of how to communicate what had just happened. Across the street, the signal changed, and the people around them surged forward. Douxie glanced at the crosswalk and then back at her, a silent request for her to make this quick. Out of ideas, Nari pointed back to the space between two buildings a few feet away from them, hoping to bring his attention to the man in question.

Except, when she looked back, he was gone.

“...What is it?” Douxie reiterated, glancing between her and the alleyway in confusion.

“There was... There was a man there, just a moment ago. Except, he was not there. I-I could see him, but I could not feel him. He had no aura or life force.”

“Perhaps he was a spirit?” Archie suggested, speaking as quietly as he could so as not to draw attention to himself.

“No, I have seen spirits before. He was definitely a living human,” Nari objected. “But he....It was like he had no soul.”

Across the street, the crosswalk signal changed again. Beside her, Douxie’s aura was rippling with unease. But a moment later, his spirit stilled, and he put an arm around her to turn her away from the alley.

“...Whatever it was, we don’t know for sure that it was a threat. It was strange, yes, but I don’t think we need to worry about it just now. It might not have anything to do with us. Heck, it might’ve just been a trick of the light, or--”

“Douxie, I know what I saw,” Nari interrupted, putting as much force into her small voice as she could.

“--or it might have been something real,” Douxie amended, giving her an apologetic look. “But whatever it was, we don’t have any reason to be anxious about it. Not yet, and maybe not ever. Let’s just get to the park and have a good time, alright?”

Nari fell silent, and gave a reluctant nod. A minute later, the crosswalk signal changed once more, and they continued on their way. Though Douxie’s spirit was radiating a placid energy, Nari couldn’t help noticing that he kept his arm around her for the rest of the journey.

To be continued. ✨

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Grass is Greener // Sibling Shenanigans 1/3

“I might be getting a divorce!” The signs of truth were there. Kairi had a cat carrier in each hand, Astrophe, the princess too good for a carrier, laid across her chest with claws dug into her shoulder, and the long strap of a duffel bag crossing her chest at a slant with the bag itself balanced against a cocked hip. Kairi’s shadow and liner were smudged and eyes too bright. Her smile was forced. Her hair was coiled in a complicated knot, but with several strands fallen out and curling slightly with damp and stuck to her face and neck,  and she was wearing a short black sequined dress with tennis shoes and no socks. She was a definite picture. 

However, her lines were delivered with the air of someone announcing that they had won an all expenses paid trip to Port Royal, and not that the life they had built was crumbling around them, so Axel thought he could be excused when it was with an exasperated sigh and a, “What happened this time?” that he welcomed his little sister through his front door and not a sympathetic and concerned, “Tell me what happened.”

“You know how Vanitas was supposed to be gone this weekend?” The carriers were already on the floor and Kairi and Vanitas’s manx, Ali, had, by all evidence Axel could see, turned to smoke and reformed outside the wire barred door as soon as it was set on the ground before Kairi had even bent to unlatch it, Astrophe running after his sister. “Is Stuffing shut in the bedroom?” All of Kairi’s cats knew Turkey was monarch of the realm, and they were proud aunts and uncles to the litter (Pumpkin, Gravy, Cranberry, Potato, and Biscuit, all of whom were supposed to have gone on to new homes by now, but Kairi suspected were to become permanent fixtures since Axel had not been able to “find the time” to secure appropriate homes so far since “They can’t just go to anyone, Kairi, and I’m not sending them to your broken home either!”) but Kairi’s old wirehair cat, Tillac, who Axel assumed was in the other carrier, and Stuffing had a rivalry that stretched back years. 

Axel didn’t even bother to nod, opting instead to ask, “Is Xion okay?” as he closed the door and then addressed his sister’s other question while bending to pick up the shoes she’d already kicked off so he could place them on the shoe rack by the door which she never remembered to do.  “No, I don’t keep Stuffing shut up unless I’m expecting Tilly, which I wasn’t.” The last was said with a pointed look. “I see you had your hands full, but would it have killed you to call?”

Kairi gaped at him. “Axel, I just took the kids and left my husband, and you manage to take his side by implying the only reason we could have argued is if I had planned something untoward in his absence, insult one of my dearest friends, imply you care more about Xion than your own sister, and whine about how my showing up is going to impact the plans I know you don’t have all in the space of seconds? Axel, your baby sister is distraught!” 

“Yeah, but is Xion okay?” Axel repeated without pause. “She’s sensitive.” He dropped the shoes in their proper place and let out a belated snort. “Untoward? Are you using a word of the day calendar so you can impress the hubby’s friends?”

Kairi released Tillac to go harass Stuffing until Turkey put her in her place, stood up, and tugged the hem of her dress down and readjusted the bodice to try and wrangle everything into a more presentable place. “Not all of us spend our days communicating only in grunts, brother dear.”

“Hey!” Axel gasped in mock offense. “I’m trying my best to teach Demyx human speech, but sometimes I have to meet him halfway.” He opened up his arms and gestured with his hands for Kairi to come hug him, an olive branch she immediately accepted, tripping over the cat carriers to throw herself in his arms. “Now tell me what happened and we can get drunk, or I’ll go threaten the bastard with a weed whacker or something.”  He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. There wasn’t enough information yet to establish whether this was a you’ll work it out moment or a you really shouldn’t go back this time with a side of you could do so much better, so he left no follow up.

“It’s really not that bad,” were Kairi’s first words and Axel could have provided commentary, but led her over the couch instead. Presumably, that meant Xion was fine. “It’s my fault. I picked a fight.”

He waited a second for more details, and, when none came, he urged her along. “Atta girl. Knock some teeth out? He has too many.”

“Axel, please.”

“Didja, blacken one of those creepy gold eyes?” Axel forced an exaggerated shudder to go with his words. He didn’t have to do much to make it happen. He’d found Vanitas unnerving ever since Kairi introduced them (or, rather, failed to, since “Guess who got married in Vegas?” did not an introduction make).

“His eyes are hazel and they are gorgeous.” Kairi sighed, picking up a wandering kitten from the arm of the couch and sitting them on her lap to cuddle (Pumpkin or Cranberry, but with Kairi’s hand covering the the top of their head while she scritched their scalp, there was no way to check the marking).

“Sure, if you’re a hawk. I bet all the lady hawks go crazy.”

“That’s my husband,” Kairi warned.

“Yeah, but for how much longer?” Axel scoffed, brushing his sister’s fight with husband off again, something he still wasn’t sure he wouldn’t regret later, though Kairi’s glare was weak enough he was confident that he would be called to post bail because Kairi and Vanitas were picked up for indecent acts in the back seat of a convertible in the middle of a car show by next week. It wasn’t like this was the first time Kairi had shown up on his door, claiming things might be over. There was a bit of a girl who cried wolf situation at this stage. He picked up his half finished beer from the coffee table and took a swig. “And I’m just saying you have bad taste. Xion excluded. Do you want to put your duffel  and the carriers in the guest room?”

“I don’t have bad taste. You have bad taste,” Kairi fired back and Axel couldn’t help but picture her at eight years old with a missing tooth and a haircut she’d given herself because he had dared her. “Your last boyfriend was literally a serial killer.”

“You have to kill three people before its serial and he was only convicted of manslaughter. Honestly, it’s like you never had a bad relationship before.” Axel’s easygoing reply of the standard line didn’t match the sudden flicker out and fade of amusement from his eyes.

“You do better with bored housewives.” Kairi patted his arm, and it was almost like an apology. “I’ll get the luggage in a minute.”

“I do fantastic with bored housewives,” Axel corrected, “but I’m usually only interested in their husbands.”

“Oh! Speaking of,” Kairi tucked her legs beneath her and sat up straighter, predatory look entering her eyes, “You started work for Xion’s brother-in-law today, right?”

Kairi smiled suddenly with too many teeth--maybe she was well suited to her husband after all--and Axel found it took all his focus to swallow his beer without choking. It occurred to him that the thermostat might have been broken, because the room was getting humid but the air hadn’t kicked on. “Weren’t you distraught?” He furrowed his brow like a good concerned big brother. “Didn’t you have a fight with your husband? You may be getting divorced. I know we don’t talk about things that bother us like a normal family, thanks Dad, but that’s upsetting news! I’m distraught! My ears are wide open.” He took one of Kairi’s hands in both of his and there was a meow of protest from Pumpkin. “I’m listening.”

Kairi pulled away and resumed important kitten petting duties. Unlike before, where her petulance was for Axel  taking things too lightly, her frustration now seemed to be at internal sources. “Sora invited me away for the weekend. Most of that duffel was already packed.”

“What about Xion?” Axel whined his bias. “She was in…” Axel made an okay symbol with his thumb and index finger and whistled between his teeth for effect, “fine form when I saw her earlier. She was wearing this petal pink bodycon number so short I saw that starfish you’re always talking about, and I think she cut her hair again, or at least did some different product. She was wearing that perfume you got her too. I thought you guys had something planned tonight.”

“Maybe she was going out with Ventus.” Kairi was dismissive enough in tone, but her lips pursed when they were done with the words and Pumpkin made a complaining noise like he’d been squeezed. 

“Who?” Axel oozed false innocence and confusion.

“Her husband...fiancé...boyfriend...whatever,” Kairi waved vaguely, more obviously disgruntled by the moment.

“Not whatever. Just because you skipped a few steps with ol’ Vani the Vain, doesn’t mean there is a distinct difference between those three things, typically one that matters to most people.”

“Just those in the relationship,” Kairi countered.

“And those with...what’s the word?” Axel pretended to think as Pumpkin abandoned Kairi in favor of him, and two more cats came bolting into the room as if summoned, sensing Dad was handing out love. “Morals? Boundaries? Restraint?”

“Van and I do have restraints…” Kairi hummed,  trailing off once the joke was made and clicking her tongue to lure Potatoes to her.

Axel howled protest and screwed up his face, playing along, glad Kairi was distracted again before she could get sad. “ Too much information even for us!”  When Kairi giggled--with grateful eyes that said she wasn’t really that amused, but was trying because she saw he was working hard to keep things light from the moment she’d walked in the door--Axel declared that part of his job done and reoriented back to allowing Kairi to tell her story. “So Vanitas was supposed to be gone so you made plans with Sora, and you were just going to leave the cats? “

“Xion was going to check in on the cats,” Kairi clarified the important part.

“You were going to have Xion catsit while you went traipsing off with the flavor of the month?” Axel stretched his mouth and widened his eyes, daring his face to stick in the clowning expression. “You’ll never get her to leave Airvent and marry you instead that way!”

“I’m already married...for now,” Kairi tokenly defended her marriage.

“Doesn’t count. He didn’t get my blessing...and he never will.” Axel was quick on both parts of the rejoinder.

Kairi ignored him as he expected her to and started to confess in a rush, “So Vanitas announces that he’s not going to the conference anymore; something about him finding out some of the last second substitutions in presenters and articles being presented when his was declined in the peer review stage...He was still published, but it’s a whole political thing with being featured in the conference. Anyway, he had to boycott on principle, so he’s home, and he told me to get ready because we were going out to dinner and we were going to order multiple bottles of wine and get kicked out of our favorite restaurant because he’s already a disgrace…his words. He gave me the opening, and I took it, because I’m panicked Sora is going to show up at the door.”

Axel raised his hand like an obedient child in a classroom to be called on, but just went ahead and interrupted even when he was ignored. “Isn’t Sora the yoga guy? Couldn’t he defeat Vani Vain with the power of friendship and love?” He hadn’t met Sora. Kairi was quite adamant that he wasn’t allowed to after he’d been a little more than politely amused at her stories. It was a fair ask since Kairi had, rightly, assumed that the only reasons Axel wanted to meet Sora were to see if he could make him cry for the fun of it, warn him off his sister, or, if he proved to be as attractive as Kairi said, sleep with him himself.

Kairi continued as if the interruption hadn’t happened. “I don’t take it right away. I get dressed, start to do my hair, and then I start throwing things from the vanity and yelling about how he can’t just order me to doll up like that’s all I am, his doll, waiting pretty on a shelf, ready to play with when he remembers I’m there. I point out he never asked me to come to the convention with him, and after we had such fun at last years’.” Axel snorted, knowing that story, and the pattern of being blocked out continued,  “And I know how many spouses come along now. I think I accused him of having an affair. I really don’t know. I half blacked out. A spirit took over, and when I came to, I was packing a bag and insulting his paper because he still wasn’t getting angry enough fast enough to justify me leaving.”

“It sounds like you handled the situation brilliantly,” Axel complimented. “So did you call Sora and tell him to pick you up here, or is the weekend off? Am I on catsitting and husband deflection duty?” He wasn’t seeing a problem yet, not even something that warranted Kairi’s overdramatic divorce line, though a troubling thought did occur to him. “If he smacked you, shoved you, laid a hand on you in any way when you started yelling at him, I will do more than threaten him with the chainsaw. He’s dead. Demyx will help me hide the body. He knows a guy, and he owes me. They both owe me. Plus, I learned some tricks from my ex.” He softened his concern and threats he was prepared to follow through with in jokes. 

“Stop thinking the worst of him at every opportunity,” Kairi snapped, and Potatoes rubbed his head against her stomach to calm her. “He just...took some low blows of his own and things escalated more quickly than I wanted them to.” She shifted uncomfortably.

“Like what?” Axel responded carefully, not wanting to supply guesses when it was a losing game, even if he came from the angle of listing reasons anything Vanitas could have said was untrue.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kairi insisted, which was a prime sign that it did. “I just might be here a few days for real after Sora and I get back. He’s coming to pick me up in an hour.”

Axel was silent a moment, assessing whether he should push Kairi to talk or hope the weekend healed the wounds, then nodded and gently lifted all cats away from his body. “An hour doesn’t give us much time. Go sit at the dining room table. Go!” He shooed her.

Kairi complied without asking for explanation and Axel went into the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses down from the cabinet and an open half a red from the fridge. On impulse, he grabbed a few empty beer bottles from his recycling pile as well and stuck them under his arms. He continued their conversation as he rejoined his sister. “Do I get to meet Sora or is he supposed to stay outside and honk? Put your head down on the table and look listless.” He poured the barest hint of wine in the bottom of the glass he put in front of Kairi, and did the same for the one he put in his spot at the table. He arranged the empty beer bottles with the eye of an artist. “Let me go get my phone. Look sadder, but not so sad it’s unbelievable.” 

“If you want to meet Sora, take one of his classes.”

Axel snapped a series of pictures to choose from, talking to himself, “She’s doing fine, Vanitas. We spent the evening talking. Of course. I’ll send you a picture.” Raising his voice a few decibels, he gestured back to the living room. “Go lie down on the couch, cover yourself with the fleece from the armchair,  put a cat or two on your chest, and close your eyes. We’ll shoot, ‘don’t come over now, Van, she’s sleeping,’ next and then you can change into sweats and grab some board games from the closet. I’m assuming you’ll be too mad to answer phone calls from him anyway, but do you want to take your hair down and get it wet in the sink for some, ‘No, she just got out of the shower, why are you so creepy needing evidence?’ safety shots?”

“You’re seriously the best brother ever,” Kairi leaned up on tiptoes and pecked Axel’s cheek on her way into the living room.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Roxas was watching you today from the upstairs window,” Kairi tossed out nonchalantly. “Xion texted me about it. He wants to smell your hair and cook you dinner.”

“He what?” Axel stuttered and nearly fumbled his phone. So much for a steady hand and unflappable cool. The Howe he hadn’t met yet, having spoken with Isa Howe during his initial looks around and estimates for the yard, had come outside after Xion had left, and all but admitted to watching him at least as long as to comment on Xion detouring to chat with him a minute before she went to her car, and, sure, Axel had purposefully peeled off his shirt and rolled down his overalls to his waist after Roxas had went inside, hoping he was still watching, but he hadn’t seen any proof, and their brief conversation had spent a moment on shock of shared acquaintances (“You know Xion? I knew you were Kairi’s brother--she recommended you--so it makes sense since they’re close, but that’s wild. Small world.”)  and then stayed in the professional (apparently Roxas had been the one who had done the sketches Isa had shown Axel of what the garden in the backyard was supposed to look like when he was done). Maybe Axel had noticed that Roxas had eyes the exact color blue as the delphinium hybrid he had presented at his last flower show (had to keep up the street cred that he was more than just a lawn service guy and a tree and hedge trimmer somehow--even if that sort of thing was his bread and butter), and that he was pretty cut since he hadn’t bothered with a shirt when he ran outside. And perhaps, when the sun caught his hair he looked like an angel out of a renaissance painting. None of that meant anything though.

“He wants to cook you dinner,”Kairi repeated, cavalier. “Be gentle with him. I think it would be his first time out of the box in awhile.”

“I’m not…” Axel pinched the bridge of his nose, counting to keep from getting angry and only managing to count the problems he had with what Kairi was suggesting. “Is this why you recommended me to your friend? Are you my pimp now?”

“He needs a fling.” Kairi had the nerve to shrug. “You are an accomplished flinger. The only person you’re seeing right now is Demyx, and he’s just a friend sleeping in one of your spare rooms….He is still just a friend sleeping in one of your spare rooms, right?”

“Most nights.” Axel left it ambiguous whether Demyx spent the odd night elsewhere or whether the friend lines sometimes blurred. “And my best tree trimmer.”

“That’s what I heard from Ienzo.” Kairi proved the Emberson comedic timing lived well in her. “So what’s the problem with Xion and I wanting to give Roxas a hot gardener fantasy to brighten up his life? He’s a friend.”

“So many things are wrong with that, Thalassa Shell.” In times so serious, Axel had no choice but to bring out family pet names. 

A beat passed. Kairi didn’t apologize for the idea like she was supposed to. Axel didn’t harp on it more. Another question fought its way out of his throat. “Incidentally though, did he say anything else about me?”

#grass is greener verse #fanfiction #axel #kairi #kingdom hearts #akuroku #not really akuroku but ya know gotta warn people #vanikai #kaixi #GIANT THANK YOUS TO EVERYONE WHO ENJOYS THIS #AND ESPECIALLY ONES THAT CREATED THINGS CELEBRATING THE NONSENSE #snippets

[poisxnyouth]

bad influence dave part 3 (d.d)

A/N: this feels soooo short but ik it’s not i’m just used to 12k chapters DHCBJKD enjoy let me know what u think and what ur fave parts are <3 -hailey

word count: 3.2k

 “Fuck. I’m faded, dude,” David groans to Ilya, lighting a cigarette, “You know Y/N? Be nice to her. She’s a good girl, and she’s gonna be around more. So, like, don’t make me look like an idiot.” 

 “Ohhhh, what is this? Is Davey catching feelings? For a one-night stand? What is this world we’re living in?” Ilya mocks, sitting on the couch next to David, “Dima, do you hear this?”

 David smacks the fuck out of him haphazardly, cig between his lips as he takes a drag and takes it between his fingers, “I haven’t fucked her, dickhead. I haven't even gone down on her. She’s a virgin, not that it’s any of your business.” 

 “Bro, she’s too cute. Hit it and quit it,” Ilya shrugs, “Remember when you swore off girlfriends, like, two years ago?” 

 David shrugs, smoking, “Maybe it’s time for that to change. I want her to be my girl. She’s good for me.” 

 “You just know your mom will like the cross around her neck,” Ilya comments, “I’m joking, bro. You like her that much?” 

 David sucks his teeth and bites at his lips, “I think so. She’s just so shy…”

 Ilya tuts, scoffing, “You like that shit, dude. Don't act like you don't. You’re a controlling bitch. You’re not exactly an easy guy to get along with, Dave.” 

 “I know that,” he says, standing, “Whatever. Be nice to her, dude. You too, Dima. She’s on her way over.” 

 “I don't know how you haven't fucked her already, bro,” Dima finally says as he walks in, “She’s cute as fuck.” 

 “You think I don’t know that?” David puts his cigarette out, “She’s tight as fuck. Like…”

 He size compares with his fingers, making a circle and whistling, “Nothing fits. We’re going slower than I thought we would. Super-hot, though, not gonna lie — no complaints from my end. I’m gonna shower before she gets here, and we’re gonna hang with you guys. She’s staying the night.”

 David showers and you make your way to his place, already in pajamas, ringing his doorbell. David is sat on the couch again, quickly standing and pointing between Ilya and Dima, quietly warning them, “Be nice, fuckheads.” 

 He answers the door, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You can just come in, baby. No need to ring it.” 

 Ilya peeks around to the front door as David shuts it and gently places his hands on your waist, rubbing affectionately and asking, “I’m gonna make myself a drink – you want one?” 

 “Oh, he’s fucking whipped, dude,” Ilya tells Dima, nudging him, “Look at that shit.”

 Your arms wrap around his neck as you say Yes, please and kiss him again, proudly telling him, “I missed you.” 

 “Mm,” he hums into your kisses, “I missed you, too.” 

 Dima fake gags at the sight before you and Dave make your way to the kitchen, acting as if they weren’t watching. He half-assedly introduces you again, “Y/N – you know the pieces of shit that I live with.”

 You bashfully greet them as David pours himself a whisky neat, taking a slow sip, “What do you want, sugar?” 

 “What do you have?”

 “What do you want?” he repeats himself, watching you lean over his counter and shamelessly glancing down the neckline of your shirt. 

 “I could really use a glass of wine if you have some,” you admit, blushing at the way his eyes travel around and he peeks over your shoulder at your ass, “Anything red. Or pink. Or white. Anything. Work was horrible today.” 

 “I’ve got you,” David nods, going through his cupboards and picking a bottle, “Never doubt how I stock my bar. I have whatever you’re wanting.” 

 “It’s ‘cause he steals it from work,” Dima says loudly from the living room, “Don’t believe him. He’s a fucking thief.” 

 David rolls his eyes, voice going low as he pours you a glass, “I don’t. I did it once, like two years ago, and he hasn’t stopped eating my ass over it. Here, baby. Cheers.” 

 “Cheers,” you repeat, clinking your glass with his as he motions his head towards the living room, a silent indicator to move. 

 You do, following him and allowing him to tug you into his lap as you both sit down. David wraps his arm around you, grilling Dima, “Dima, dude, can you just...like, clean up after yourself? For once?”

 “I do!”

 “You literally don’t, bro,” he gripes, laughing and passing his drink to you so he can light a cigarette, “It’s not like it’s constant. You, like, let it pile up and then clean up. Who does that? Literally, look at the coffee table right now.” 

 Admittedly, it is super messy, and Dima knows it, but David continues, “Pick up your fucking empty lean cups, bruh. It’s not a dump.” 

 David takes his drink back from you and sips at it, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, before Dima replies, “Fine. Whatever. I will, but I can't move right now. I’m too high.” 

 “Are you high?” you ask David, grabbing at his face by his cheeks and looking into his eyes.

 “Maybe,” he responds, eyes red, answering your question before you remove your touches, “Why? You wanna smoke? I could do another blunt.”

 You shrug, shaking your head, “Not right now. Let me finish my drink.” 

 “...Is Ilya okay?” you ask David as he puts his cigarette out and begins to lazily kiss down the column of your throat, not paying attention to anything else.

 “Huh?” he says, glancing over at his friend, knocked out on the couch, “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about him. He went into work super early today and took a Xanax like, an hour ago.”

 You and David both finish your drinks and sink further into the couch, quietly cuddling and kissing. He’s further gone than he’d like to admit – he’s already smoked two blunts and four packed bowls by himself – and it’s beginning to fully hit him. 

 “Babygirl, I am so fucking high,” he admits, clearing his throat, “I’m starving. Smoke something. I want you to be high with me.” 

 He laces both of your hands together, and you realize he’s not asking, but telling – so you accept, nodding your head. 

 “Okay,” he shrugs, “Roll a blunt, then.” 

 “Like...by myself?” you ask him, anxious at the thought of him watching you most likely fail. 

 “Yeah, why not? The other day, I showed you how to. Everything’s on the table. Dima’s even more faded than I am, so don’t freak out. ‘S just me.” 

 Again, he’s not asking you – he’s telling you to. 

 So, you sit up and attempt to get it over with, reaching for a random razor blade and a pack of blunts. 

 David quickly sits up and takes the blade from you, “Nonono. No, baby. Holy shit, no. Why is this still fucking here?” 

 “What?” you ask confusedly, watching him get up and throw it away. 

 “Some girl one of these shitheads brought home the other night was trying to do something – I don't even know, probably coke – and cut her finger and bled all over that shit,” David washes his hands and sits back next to you, sighing deeply.

 “Sorry,” he drapes his arm around you, kissing your head comfortingly, “Keep going. That’s not your fault, baby.”

 You reach for another one on the table and look at him for permission, continuing once he approves with a nod. You do as you remember him telling you to, feeling him watch your every move as you load the grinder. 

 “More,” he comments, eyes cutting to you and shrugging, “Just a little bit.” 

 You do add more and grind it, and you carefully dump it into the honey blunt wrap you just emptied. You even it out with your fingertips, gently packing it. You roll one edge in and he stares as you lick the wrap carefully, sticking it. 

 “Good job,” he praises, moving to light a cigarette, “You did well. Now, smoke it.”

 “By myself?”

 “Yeah? You can do it,” David presses, “I’m already faded. One blunt by yourself should get you pretty close to where I am.” 

 “Fine,” you say, reaching for his Zippo.

 “Don’t get an attitude with me, sweetheart,” he rubs at your back casually, cig sitting between the first and second knuckles of his index and middle finger, “There’s no need. It’s not fun to deal with, anyway.” 

 You ignore him, lighting the blunt and beginning to hit it. You don’t say anything as David gets sucked into whatever garbage is on TV, absentmindedly taking puffs of his cigarette until he finishes it.

 “Oh, fuck,” you curse as you finish it, putting the roach out, “Oh, fuck.” 

 David laughs at you as you dig your head into his shoulder, hands wrapping around his bicep, “I told you.” 

 You close your eyes, breathing him in, “Jesus. You smell so good.”

 “I think we should go upstairs, baby,” standing and grabbing his cigs and lighter, tugging him along with you.

 “Are we gonna fuck?”

 “No,” he scoffs, laughing at you, “We’re not. Stop cursing. Come on. The guys are knocked out.” 

 You roll your eyes at him and take his hand, following him up and getting into bed with him. David takes you into his arms and kisses you, intending for it to be sweet, before you run your hand entirely down his front. He stops your hand once you make it past his hips, grabbing your wrist and saying harshly, “No, baby. Keep your hands to yourself.”

 “Ugh,” you roll your eyes, removing your touch, “Okay.”

 “Good to know you’re horny when you’re super high,” David comments, “But I’m not going to touch you or let you touch me when we’re like this. Not now, at least.”

 “That’s so lame-”

 “No,” he treads, “I’m looking out for you. Now, stop talking about it. It’s making you seem like a desperate whore.”

 “Maybe I am-”

 He cuts you off again, grabbing your chin and making you look at him, “But you're not. Not yet. It’ll come when it comes. Be patient, sugar.” 

 “I’m trying,” you say, eyes on his, “But I can't stop thinking about it. I want you so bad.”

 David’s arms wrap around you as he sighs, a derision of a smile playing at his lips, “You want it because I’m not letting you have it, and you’re just a brat.”

 “I can see it,” he shrugs, “You thinking about me at work, sitting at your little desk in one of your little dresses that I wish were so much shorter than they actually are...Not wanting to annoy me, so you don't know whether you want to text me or not; but you miss me, so of course, you break down and do it, telling me that you miss me and want to see me. Sometimes you might get the guts to ask to see me. Maybe you think about me when you’re at home…”

 He trails off for a moment, fingers pushing up the hem of your t-shirt as you listen to every word he says, knowing he’s right about every single part before he continues, “You think about me when you're making dinner, showering, making coffee, doing laundry, whatever; you wish I was there with you. But at home, you’re by yourself, and you can touch yourself at home. You probably try to, thinking about me and the things I could do to you, but you don't really know how to and it doesn't feel good yet, so you give it up and hope that the next time we see each other I’ll supply at least something.” 

 “Am I wrong?” David asks, glancing down and meeting your eyes. You shake your head no and he scoffs, fingertips rubbing delicately at the skin of your hips. 

 “I know I’m not. You think about me during church?”

 Your eyes widen and a mortified blush comes to your cheeks, but you can't lie to him – you clear your throat and tell him, “Um, yes.” 

 “Whore,” he says simply, “That’s whore behavior. Especially because you’ve never even sucked a cock. You’re needy – you’re lucky I like supplying. You probably pray for dick.” 

 He glances down at you and sees the embarrassed look flash across your face at his final statement, and it’s enough evidence for him to know he’s right.

 “So, why can’t you just fuck me?” you ask, shameless and attempting to ignore what he previously said as he stares up at the ceiling. 

 “Because, you whore,” he emphasizes, “When you keep saying you want it…”

 “It makes me less inclined to give it to you. Maybe you should learn how to wait before you take any dick,” he continues, your head resting on his chest as he speaks so casually, “Not to mention, babygirl, your pussy is, just...too tight for me to do anything yet.”

 “So?”

 “What do you mean, ‘So?’?” he scrunches his eyebrows together, “I’m not going to hurt you. I can't just...hit the gas on it and say, ‘Fuck it, full send.’ Plus, I know you’re going to bleed, so like-”

 “I wish this wasn't as complicated as it is,” you groan, “I want you to fuck me.” 

 “Stop swearing, baby,” David reminds, “Why so impatient, though? Because it’s me or because you want to get it over with?” 

 “It’s you,” you reply easily, rolling over to be able to look at him, fingers coming to his cheek, “I don't know what it is. I literally want you to ruin me.” 

 “And I will,” he ensures, kissing your forehead, “Don't doubt me. Just wait on it. Patience is rewarding.” 

 ++

 The next morning, even though David swore to himself that he wouldn't, you’re both sober now, and God, he’s so hard it hurts. 

 He kisses you deeply and leads your hand down into his shorts so you can feel how hard he is, too, dick pressed flat against his thigh. He lets you push his shorts and underwear down, mouth still on his, before you pull away and deliberately spit down his dick, looking up at him from your new spot.

 “Can I?” you ask him, something he actually finds quite endearing, but doesn't have time to think about as he nods. 

 “Put your mouth on it,” David tells you, threading his fingers through your hair, “Just...fuck. Anything, baby. I can't think right now. I’ll tell you if it’s not good.” 

 You anxiously glance up at him as you take him into your hand, David pushing your head down thoughtlessly as soon as he sees your mouth open. You gag, but he doesn't let go, pushing you down further and grunting.

 “Oh, fucking Christ,” you look up at him as best as you can, trying to breathe through your nose, watching his hips buck up and his eyes roll back. “Yes, babygirl. Yes.” 

 You think about your teeth and open your mouth further than you thought you could, jaw aching slightly as you push yourself down farther. 

 David whimpers at the extra movement, fingers tightly wound in the strands of your hair, “Oh, my God. Let me try to-”

 He moves his hips up, fucking into your mouth as you gag around him, eyes closed, “Yesyesyesyesyesyes. Take it.” 

 You genuinely want to, for him, but don't even know if you can as your eyes begin watering. He gives you a break and removes his dick, saying, “Look at me.” 

 You do, eyes wide and spit dripping from your swollen lips and onto him, hands beginning to work over him. David groans at the sight, taking your face into one hand, “You’re so fucking pretty – holy fuck. Just like that, babygirl. How I taught you.” 

 You stroke him and keep watching him as he makes a noise and sighs heavily, mouth dropping open and eyes closing, gasping out, “I’m gonna cum, sugar. Open your mouth.”

 You do and keep going, stroking under the head as he told you to the time before, as David makes a deep noise and his face twists up. Careful not to make a mess, he pushes your mouth over him as he cums, your lips sealed around him. 

 “Don’t swallow it yet,” he demands after he’s come, “Come here.”

 You make your way back up before he grabs your chin, “Open.” 

 He eyes the bitter cum still on your tongue and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours and tasting himself. His free hand rests around your throat as he pulls away and tells you to swallow, feeling your neck undulate underneath his touch as you obey him.

 “Fuck me,” David says quietly to himself against your lips, kissing you again, “You’re so good.” 

 He tugs his shorts and briefs back up, still relatively breathless, both hands coming to your waist, “It’s so sexy how good you want to be for me.” 

 “I just want you to feel good,” you tell him, “It’s hot watching you cum.” 

 “You don’t like watching me cum,” David shakes his head, reaching for his cigarettes, “You like when you know that you’re doing a good job.” 

 You reach for one from his pack, and he takes the liberty to hold open his Zippo, lighting the cig for you. “Don’t you like that feeling?”

 He shrugs as he takes a drag, tobacco between his fingers, exhaling the smoke as he speaks, “I guess, but it’s not a motivator.” 

 “No?”

 “Fuck no!” he scoffs, leaning back against his headboard and bringing you with him, resting your head in his chest, “I only say I love a girl when I wanna fuck her, and I fuck her so that I can cum.” 

 That’s so mean, you think as you both smoke, before realizing, “You haven't told me that.” 

 “I don't have to,” he replies, “Plus, I like you too much to lie to you. I’m catching feelings, no cap. I hope that’s okay. I don't want it to change anything.”

 You pull away to look at him, “For real?”

 “Yeah,” David says, taking a drag, “Is that so surprising?”

 “I mean, yeah,” you shrug, “But it’s definitely okay…”

 “Do you feel the same way?” he asks, fingers running through your hair, “If it’s a no, say it’s a no.” 

 “I do,” you nod, blushing as his hand rests around the nape of your neck, “I just thought it was just me.” 

 “Nah,” he tuts, “You know how fucking cute you are. Ilya and Dima were talking about wanting to fuck you. ‘S not just me that sees it, baby.” 

 “Well,” you flush, “I only want to fuck you, so…”

 “Mm,” he murmurs, taking a final drag of his cig as he hits the filter and puts it out, “I knew you’d be my girl before you even were.” 

 You put yours out, too, and move up to kiss him, “I’m your girl now?” 

 David’s arms wrap around you as he laughs slightly into your kiss, voice light, “Maybe. Why? You wanna be? You wanna meet my family, and my friends...have me buy you stuff, take you on dates...you want that stupid shit with me?”

 “Maybe. You want that with me?” you repeat back to him, fingers in his hair as you keep your eyes on his.

 He nods, “I do, actually.”

 “Then I guess I am.”

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[yume-fanfare]

Aiming towards the heroine, Suzumi Hiyori

this is a translation of one of the four short stories HoneyWorks posted at the beginning of the pandemic!  it’s written by Kosaka Mari, you can read it in japanese here. this was translated from this spanish translation by mieltrabajos.

Other stories:

The whereabouts of the roast beef

Two people at the school festival

Who is the owner?

Aiming towards the heroine, Suzumi Hiyori!

Walking towards the studio with the popular high school idols was LIPxLIP's manager in practice, Suzumi Hiyori. That day they'd be taking photos for a magazine. Although she was used to working, she was nervous when they took those kinds of jobs. Plus, that day they'd be with someone whom Hiyori admired, Narumi Sena.

When she stopped her amongst the staff, Hiyori gasped.

“Narumi Sena is so cute!"

She had been modeling since she was in middle school, so she'd always had a great figure. Her waist was slim and her legs were long and slender. Her egg-shaped face was small and her eyes and lips stood out.

“Hiyori-chan, hand this out to everyone,” a woman from the staff called out, and Hiyori nodded.

They gave her a tray with cups of both tea and coffee, and she offered them to the people around her, which included Sena.

(You can’t fail today!)

I’ve done hard work before.

It’s very important I don’t spill tea or coffee on Sena’s clothes like last time.

“Excuse me…,” she nervously called out to Sena, who was checking her phone. When she turned towards her, Hiyori offered: “Drink these, please!”

The model smiles and giggles, taking the cup.

“Thank you.”

(Phew~)

Even if Hiyori was just a staff member, she had thanked her properly.

Having forgotten her duty, Hiyori zoned out staring at Sena. The more she looked at her, the prettier she seemed.

(She’s totally different from us~)

Sena, bringing the cup to her lips, noticed Hiyori’s stare and met her eyes.

“Uh! Narumi, you’re a senpai in Sakuragaoka…”

“Ah, yes. That’s right. Could it be… you too?”

“Yes!” Hiyori nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.

“So, you’re in the same year as those two…”

“Yes…”

Standing a few meters away from them, Aizou and Yuujirou were talking to a staff member. 

They returned her gaze, so Hiyori quickly averted it.

“Oh, so you guys are my kouhais, how nice.” Sena smiled, drinking tea, and then asked Hiyori: “Do you like school?”

“Yes, though it can be difficult…”

The boys casually glanced back at her with a clear question in their eyes: “What are you doing?”

“I see... I’ll cheer you on!”

Maybe it was just because of the situation, but the words brightened her mood.

“I’ll do my best!”

“That’s the spirit!” Sena answered. “Oh, and thank you for this!” She gave her cup back to Hiyori, who left to put it away.

“She’s so cute… Narumi-san.”

Hiyori then got serious and declared:

“I think I’ll be able to make it if I work hard!”

“Nah, that’s impossible.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

From right behind her, Aizou and Yuujirou smirked while saying those words.

(Oh, go away!)

“I don’t know what to do with you two!” She turned away, puffing her cheeks.

---

The next day, after school, Hiyori was in club practice.

“Let’s fight!”

The other club members observed her determined look as they stretched.

Hiyori was in the track and field club. She had been invited by the club’s supervisor. Ever since she left her hometown for the city and chose to attend Sakuragaoka, she knew she would join the track and field club.

When she had work as manager in training, she was asked to leave school early, but besides that, she mostly spent her time doing club activities, even if she had to put them aside sometimes.

She really wanted to focus on club activities, but she was living alone so she really needed to earn money for living expenses.

This too, is to live.

It was a secret to everyone in her class and department that she worked part-time as a manager. There would be many jealous people if one were to say they work as an idol manager in training. Though she was already used to the occasional threatening look.

Plus, those two are completely different to what people think they are.

(I’ll get my revenge!)

Remembering their prideful faces made her sick. She raised her eyebrows, angry.

“Suzumi~! You can take a break now!”

“Teacher, I’ll run around some more another time!” she said, jumping to the ground and racing towards the main gate.

(Absolutely, absolutely… I’ll be like Narumi-san!)

-

“See you later, Aizou, Yuujirou!” 

At the gate, Aizou and Yuujirou were waving to some yelling girls.

A refreshing smile was painted on their faces, very different to the gloomy faces she saw at work. Walking as fast as they could, they tried to get into their manager’s car before looking back one last time.

Hiyori got on her bicycle and raised her fist.

“Let’s do this!”

---

Hiyori, who had voluntarily been running even after club activities, got back to the clubroom, tired.

She had gotten back much later than the other members, when they were already changing back into their uniforms.

“I ran too much,” she sighed, opening the door

Hina, her senpai, approached her.

“Hiyori-chan! I was worried since you were taking so long. How far did you run?”

“I’m sorry, Setoguchi-senpai, sorry!” She quickly bowed her head and then laughed, putting a hand behind her neck. “I was running laps, and I lost track of time.”

Hina smiled.

“Ahh, you can’t help it.”

“What’s the matter? I rush things. It’s a good thing, right? I just…”

“What is it?”

“I want to improve my figure.” She pressed her index fingers together, blushing.

Hina rolled her eyes.

“Your figure…” she answered.

“Like Sena-chan!” she answered with a serious look.

Hina laughed.

“That’s why you ran so much?”

“Setoguchi-senpai, I want to tell everyone!” she exclaimed, getting red and fussy.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing but… Hiyori-chan, are you feeling okay?”

“Of course, Setoguchi-senpai, I guarantee you.”

Hiyori sighed.

“I won’t butt in then. But… I can understand your feelings a bit. I wish I was more like her,” Hina admitted shyly, tapping her chin with her finger.

(Well, Setoguchi-senpai is really cute the way she is…)

Her pigtails look cute too.

“Oh, you should change clothes quickly. I have to close up soon!” Hina pulled out the key to the clubroom and smiled.

“Oh, wait for me~!” Hiyori quickly took off her jersey and pulled out her uniform from the locker.

---

When she got back to her apartment, she stared at the poster in the wall and started.

“... 97, 98, 99…” 

Sit-ups.

When she got to a hundred, she let herself drop on the floor, exhausted. She looked at the ceiling, breathing heavily and let out a long sigh.

When she closed her eyes, she out imagine a thick steak and a cream-filled crêpe floating behind her eyelids.

“To be a heroine… right?”

She was working hard every day to be like Sena.

“That’s right, even those two…”

Remembering the ones who laughed at her in her face, Hiyori frowned.

(Agh, they’ll see, you’re working very hard).

“I won’t lose!” She got up and started doing push-ups. “1, 2, 3, 4…”

(I can do it… I can do it… I’ll turn into a heroine from today on!!!)

---

Hiyori was in front of the starting line. She did a small jump and then got into the starting position.

Today’s club activity was a short-distance run.

When an upperclassman blew the whistle, she immediately started running towards the finishing line.

The man holding the timer said:

“Wow, Suzumi-san, we’re going to have to update your best score!”

Hiyori didn’t stop, screaming:

“Let’s do it!”

Her voice carried over to the soccer and baseball teams, who were practicing.

Enomoto Kotarou, who was on the soccer team, turned around, surprised.

“What…?!”

Some other members who were practicing forgot to keep kicking the ball too and turned to look at Hiyori run.

“That must be the star of Sakuragaoka’s track and field club!”

The club president smiled with satisfaction, nodding as he watched her go.

“How far are you running, Hiyori-chan?!” Hina, who had just taken a break, said in a hurried and worried tone.

Suddenly, Hiyori fell face first on the floor and did not get up.

“Hey, Hiyori-chan!” Hina shook her rushedly. Her eyes were completely white.

---

Hiyori hummed and opened her eyes, feeling rested.

“Where am I?” 

Looking around, she found herself in a quiet forest, surrounded by trees. She was wearing a red dress. 

“This is…!” she exclaimed, surprised, and turned around to see it better. “Um… I really am a heroine!!” She lifter the hem of the skirt and confirmed that she was wearing matching red heels. “Finally, I turned into a heroine too!”

She raised her hands and jumped, happy.

(Maybe I’ll meet a charming prince soon!)

She clasped her hands together as she daydreamed. Then, coming from somewhere, she heard a voice singing.

From behind the shade of a tree, she saw a shining cape.

“That…! Maybe it’s my prince…!” Hiyori gasped, covering her mouth with both hands.

When she looked closer, she saw that what the cape covered was a thick meat steak. On its side was a sticker that read: “5% off”.

“It’s a special beefsteak!”

But Hiyori tripped, lost to her own selfishness.

The cape-wearing beefsteak slipped away, singing as it escaped to a deeper part of the forest.

“Wait, no! My steak!”

---

“Steak…! A good steak… singing… don’t leave, please…!” Hiyori suddenly woke up, blinking. “I’m right here…”

She got up and looked around. She was in a bed in the school infirmary. The sun was setting and the room was dyed in orange.

“I’m glad you woke up!” a girl who wore the track and field club shirt met her gaze.

“Setoguchi-senpai!” 

When Hiyori looked at herself, she saw she was still wearing the club clothes.

(It was a dream…)

Hiyori sighed, disappointed to find out she wasn’t a heroine yet.

“You always say you can do it, right?”

“I’m sorry!” Hiyori pressed her hands together in an apology.

(I worried Setoguchi-senpai again!)

She closed her eyes and her stomach growled.

Looks like just a rice ball hadn’t been enough lunch.

(Aaahhh, that’s embarrassing! In front of Setoguchi-senpai…!)

Hiyori blushed, holding her stomach.

“I have a discount coupon from a ramen place my brother gave me…” Hina fidgeted with her hands. “Would you like to go?”

(Setoguchi-senpai and ramen…!)

Hiyori’s face brightened.

“Yes, I want to go!”

“Then let’s change clothes.”

“Yes!” she answered happily, getting up from the bed and leaving the infirmary with Hina.

(I’ll turn into a heroine… starting from tomorrow!)

---

Aizou and Yuujirou were waiting for the manager’s car to arrive, as usual, when they saw Hiyori leaving through the main gate and discreetly followed her.

Seems like she didn’t have part-time work today. She was laughing and talking about ramen with another girl.

“That girl, what is she aiming for?”

“Well, isn’t she a strong girl?”

While they talked, the manager’s car appeared in front of them.

They laughed in unison and got into the car.

#honeyworks #lipxlip #suzumi hiyori #HER #LOVING HIYORI HOURS #and sena and hina..................... #it's been a while since i last talked abt hina but i love her sm #and hnghhhhhhhh admiring sena hours #this feels like watching sports anime in the sense that it gets you all pumped up to do things but you're just. sitting at home lskjdklsjd #though!!! #this is the energy i want to be carrying into the next schoolyear!!! #which is starting. next week i think. #aaaa. #mar's translations #anyway that was the last one!!! #hworks #hw links