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Cheating - Peter Parker

Warning: one (maybe two) swear word, but other than that it’s fine!

Life in the Avengers tower was normal. Well, as normal as it could be in a tower filled with Earth’s mightiest heroes. Things were finally settling down after the events of the ‘civil war’ as it was referred as, the inhabitants of the tower becoming used to being around each other again and the ever-present tense atmosphere slowly dispersing as interactions became more frequent and more amicable. It still wasn’t entirely unusual to hear a few arguments from time to time, but even the Avengers weren’t expecting to hear shouting this intense anymore, especially from the two people no one thought even knew how to argue with each other.

As the youngest Avengers, Peter and (Y/N) instantly grew close to each other, bonding over school problems and the struggle to balance normal life and their lives as heroes amongst numerous other things. As a result of time, and numerous not-so-subtle nudges from the other Avengers, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and had been happily dating for the last year. Their relationship was a refreshing change for the rest of the Avengers, even Sam had to admit that. The two of them were almost always together, laughing at some random joke or speaking quietly to each other about lord knows what, and they reminded the others of the things they were fighting for.

The happy couple had never argued about anything more serious than the best ice cream flavour, a subject that still causes conflict between the two. Nevertheless, it seemed that nothing could ever tear the two apart. That idea started to crumble in the minds of Earth’s mightiest heroes when they heard shouting coming from the room the two of them had been in for the last 30 minutes.

“You cheated! How could you? You promised you wouldn’t!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out loudly. In the kitchen the rest of the group were sitting, looking at each other in a mixture of confusion and concern for the couple.

“Babe, no! I swear I didn’t cheat!” Peter replied quickly, trying to appease his girlfriend’s anger.

“Oh get fucked Parker!” At that they group in the kitchen decided it was time to intervene before the situation got too out of hand.

“Alright, everybody calm down, what’s going on?” Tony led the group into the room, all of them prepared to have to stop some sort of fight. The two teenagers twisted around from their spots on the floor, each sitting on their own bean bag.

“Peter’s a big fat cheater, that’s what’s going on!” (Y/N) exclaimed, making Peter throw his hands in the air.

“For the last time, I didn’t cheat! The blue shell is a perfectly valid tactic!” (Y/N) glared at Peter.

“What the hell are you two arguing about?” Tony asked, the group still completely in the dark about the cause of the dispute between the youngest Avengers.

“Peter blue-shelled me!”

“He what?” Natasha asked.

“(Y/N)’s angry that I won the race because I used a blue shell on her when she was in first place.” Peter explained.

“I still have no idea what they’re talking about.” Bruce muttered to Steve and Sam.

“Would one of you please explain what is going on, using normal English so that the rest of us can understand?” Steve asked, his facial expression displaying his growing exasperation at the still undetermined nature of the situation.

“I won at Mario Kart and (Y/N)’s annoyed because she was winning and then she wasn’t.” Peter explained, causing the group of adults to roll their eyes and sigh at the teenagers, realising that there was no real conflict happening and that they had left the comfort of their seats in the kitchen for nothing.

“Okay, well, I’m going back to my coffee.” Clint said, heading out the door, the others following him out except for Tony who stayed behind momentarily to look at the pair again, before chuckling to himself and finally following the others out, muttering something along the lines of “young love” under his breath.

As the door closed, the two remaining occupants of the room turned to look at each other. A moment of silence passed, before they broke it by breaking into laughter. Peter gently tugged on (Y/N)’s arm, prompting her to lean down to rest her head on his lap, his fingers automatically going to her hair.

“ ‘m sorry babe.” Peter muttered, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” The girl replied, a smile crossing both of their faces. “But next time I’m going to absolutely wreck you, mark my words.”

“Whatever you say babe.” Peter replied, smiling softly at the girl in his arms.

In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, even the game on the TV becoming a distant memory, as they fully relaxed into each other and entered into a state of pure contentedness in the presence of the one they loved.

Liam Dunbar x Vampire

Could you dating Liam Dunbar and being a vampire would include??xx

I just found this on my laptop from idk when?? Here it is I guess?

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Him nervously admitting that he’s a werewolf to you

“I know”

Making a joke when you're introduced to the pack

Whispering terrible puns from across the room to distract him

Calling each other by your surnames

Star Wars references with Stiles

Helping him practise lacrosse

Running races

Keeping a tally of the winner each time

“Suck it, Dunbar” when you win

Seeing who can sneak up on each other best

Texting until 2am

Being his anchor

Him asking for help in history class

Group gaming with you two and Mason

Watching Twilight for the sole purpose of arguing about which species is represented worse

Ruffling his hair before walking to class

Him escorting you to class from your locker

Stealing his food

“Do you really drink blood or..?” “Does silver really kill you?” “So is that a no?”

Forehead kisses

First kiss after helping him through a full moon for the first time

Hugs from behind

Always having some form of physical contact

Being goals tbh

Peter Parker - Homework

Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”

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Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.

“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.

“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”

“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.

“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.

“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.

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Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.

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“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”

Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”

“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.

You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.

“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.

“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”

Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.

“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”

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BONUS:

Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.

“Hey Pete?”

“Hmm?”

“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”

“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh

Requests are still open!

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

In the glimmering world of lights and cameras, amidst the whirlwind of fame and fortune, you found yourself drawn to the enigmatic presence of Henry Cavill. His chiseled features and piercing eyes held a magnetic allure, captivating your heart with a single glance.

As chance would have it, your paths intertwined, bringing you into Henry's orbit. From the first moment, his warm smile and genuine charm left an indelible impression on your soul. In his presence, time slowed, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of enchantment.

As conversations unfolded and laughter filled the air, you discovered the depths of Henry's captivating personality. Beneath the veneer of fame, he was a kind and humble soul, grounded in his values and passions. His genuine interest in you and the way he made you feel seen and heard ignited a flame of connection that could not be denied.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, your bond with Henry grew stronger. He became your confidant, the one who embraced your vulnerabilities and celebrated your strengths. Together, you navigated the complexities of life, finding solace in each other's arms.

In Henry's embrace, you found a sanctuary—a place where the weight of the world slipped away. His touch was both tender and passionate, an intoxicating blend that set your heart ablaze. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew you closer with each stolen glance and gentle caress.

Through shared adventures and stolen moments of intimacy, you discovered the depths of your love. Henry's unwavering support uplifted you, inspiring you to chase your dreams fearlessly. In his presence, you felt a sense of belonging, a sense that together, you could conquer any obstacle that dared to cross your path.

As you explored the world hand in hand, you celebrated the simple joys of love—the whispered words that danced upon the breeze, the stolen kisses that left you breathless, and the quiet moments of serenity found in each other's presence. Amidst the chaos of life's demands, you found peace in the embrace of Henry's love.

In the depths of Henry's eyes, you saw a reflection of your own happiness—a happiness that radiated from within, nurtured by the love that bound you together. In that moment, you knew that no matter the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, you would face them with unwavering devotion, forever grateful for the enchanting connection that had brought you into Henry's arms.

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The sun-drenched shores of the Philippines welcomed Henry and you as you embarked on an adventure together—a journey to your family reunion. Henry, ever the supportive and loving husband, accompanied you to this special event, eager to immerse himself in your culture and embrace the warmth of your extended family.

As you walked hand in hand along the bustling streets, the vibrant culture of the Philippines enveloped you. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of delicious street food, and the rhythm of lively music. Henry's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he soaked in the sights and sounds, eager to experience every aspect of your heritage.

Amidst the joyous chaos, you found a moment of respite, sitting together on a secluded beach, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The golden sunset painted the horizon as you turned to Henry, a soft smile gracing your lips.

(y/n): "my love, I can't thank you enough for being here with me. This reunion means the world to me, and having you by my side makes it even more special."

Henry: *grasping your hand, his gaze filled with affection* "My love, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Your family is an extension of you, and being a part of this journey is an honor. Seeing you surrounded by love and laughter fills my heart with joy."

(y/n): *leaning in, resting your head on Henry's shoulder* "You've embraced my culture and traditions with such openness and genuine curiosity. It means everything to me, Henry. Seeing you connect with my family, sharing stories and laughter, it's a dream come true."

Henry: *pressing a tender kiss to your temple* "Your family's warmth and hospitality have made me feel like a member of their own. Your roots are a part of who you are, and by experiencing them, I'm gaining a deeper understanding of the incredible person you've become."

(Y/n): *gazing into Henry's eyes, filled with love* "Henry my love, you bring so much light into my life. Your presence here, your support, it reaffirms how lucky I am to have you as my husband. You've shown me time and time again that our love knows no bounds."

Henry: *cupping your face, his voice filled with sincerity* "And my love for you knows no limits, y/n. Being your husband is my greatest joy. Your family's love and acceptance have only deepened my love for you, as I see the incredible person you've become through their eyes."

(Y/n): *smiling through tears of happiness* "Henry, I can't wait to continue building our life together, creating our own traditions and memories. With you, every moment is an adventure, and I'm excited for all the chapters that lie ahead."

Henry: *brushing his thumb against your cheek* "Our journey is filled with endless possibilities, my love. Together, we'll face each new experience with open hearts and unwavering love. I'm grateful for the love we share and the future we're building side by side."

In this heartfelt conversation, Henry and Y/n express their deep appreciation and love for each other. Despite being in a foreign country, Henry's presence at y/n's family reunion exemplifies his commitment to their relationship and his willingness to embrace her culture. Their words reaffirm their unwavering support and dedication to creating a life filled with love, understanding, and shared adventures.

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The sun shone brightly as Henry, you, and your twin sons, Tommy and Charlie, made your way to the entrance of the amusement park. Excitement filled the air as you looked forward to a day filled with thrilling rides, delicious treats, and unforgettable family moments.

Henry: *grinning, his eyes sparkling with anticipation* "Boys, are you ready for an adventure-filled day at the amusement park?"

Tommy and Charlie: *nodding vigorously* "Yes, Daddy! We can't wait!"

(Y/n): *smiling warmly* "I'm so excited, too. It's going to be an amazing day together."

As you entered the park, the boys' eyes widened with wonder at the sight of colorful attractions and the sound of joyous laughter. Henry took Tommy's hand, while you held Charlie's, ensuring their safety as you explored the park's various rides and attractions.

The first stop was a thrilling roller coaster that soared high into the sky. Henry and Tommy, both adrenaline enthusiasts, couldn't wait to experience the exhilaration. As they strapped into their seats, their excitement was contagious.

(Y/n): *gently reassuring Charlie* "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll watch Daddy and Tommy from here.

Charlie: *nervously* "Okay, Mummy."

As the roller coaster took off, the boys' screams of joy and excitement echoed through the air.

Henry's laughter mixed with Tommy's as they experienced the twists, turns, and drops. You and Charlie watched with gleaming eyes, thrilled by their infectious enthusiasm.

Next, you ventured into a whimsical carousel. Henry lifted Tommy onto a majestic horse, his eyes sparkling with delight. You lifted Charlie onto a nearby horse, ensuring he felt safe and secure.

Tommy: *grinning from ear to ear* "Look, Daddy! I'm riding a real horse!"

Henry: *beaming with pride* "You sure are, Tommy! Hold on tight and enjoy the ride!"

As the carousel spun gracefully, the boys' laughter filled the air. You and Henry exchanged glances, cherishing the joy radiating from your children.

To cool off from the summer heat, you headed to a water ride. Henry and Tommy eagerly volunteered to sit in the front, ready to get soaked. Charlie, a bit more cautious, opted for a seat in the middle.

As the boat splashed through the water, Henry and Tommy embraced the refreshing spray, their laughter ringing out. Charlie, initially unsure, soon found himself laughing alongside them, letting go of his reservations and embracing the moment.

With smiles on your faces and memories etched in your hearts, you continued exploring the park, indulging in delicious snacks and playing games.

Henry showcased his competitive side as he challenged Tommy and Charlie in various skill-based games, cheering them on with each throw and shot.

As the day drew to a close, Henry, you, Tommy, and Charlie found a spot to sit and rest. The boys nestled against you, their faces beaming with happiness.

(Y/n): *gently ruffling their hair* "Did you have a good time, my little adventurers?"

Tommy and Charlie: *in unison* "The best day ever, Mom!"

Henry: *wrapping his arm around you, his voice filled with love* "I couldn't agree more. Today was a day we'll always cherish."

As the sun began to set, you left the amusement park, your hearts filled with the joy and love shared throughout the day. Hand in hand, you walked back to the car, grateful for the incredible memories created as a family.

With Tommy and Charlie snuggled up in the backseat, their eyes growing heavy from the day's excitement, you turned to Henry, a grateful smile on your face.

(Y/n): *whispering* "Thank you for being such an amazing father and making today so special for our boys."

Henry: *kissing your forehead* "It's my greatest joy, my love. Our family is everything to me, and I'll always cherish these moments we share together."

As the car pulled away, the memories of a day filled with laughter

𝖠 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Henry and y/n sat comfortably side by side, ready to engage in an interview that promised to shed light on their personal lives. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, and they exchanged a knowing look, prepared for whatever questions would come their way.

The interviewer, with a mischievous glint in their eyes, leaned forward and asked Henry, "We've heard rumors that you might have a nickname that your significant other loves to use. Care to share that with us?"

Henry's eyebrow arched playfully, a knowing smile quirking at the corner of his lips. He glanced at y/n, who sat beside him, their eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew exactly what the interviewer was referring to. With a hint of a laugh, he responded, "Well, it seems 'daddy' is a term of endearment that gets thrown around quite a bit."

Y/n couldn't contain her laughter as Henry's words filled the room. Her eyes danced with mirth as she glanced at her husband, her hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape.

Henry, caught up in the infectious joy of the moment, turned to his wife, a broad smile stretching across his face. He couldn't help but chuckle himself, knowing that her laughter was contagious. The interviewer grinned, delighted by the genuine and playful dynamic between the couple.

Blushing ever so slightly, y/n managed to compose herself, shooting a mock-exasperated glance at Henry before addressing the interviewer. "Yes, well, it's become a bit of a running joke between us. But it's all in good fun," she explained, her voice filled with both affection and laughter.

The interviewer nodded, their own laughter bubbling forth. "It's clear that humor and joy are an integral part of your relationship," they commented, a warmth evident in their tone.

Henry reached out, gently placing his hand on y/n's, their fingers intertwining. "Laughter brings us closer and reminds us not to take life too seriously," he said, his gaze filled with adoration for his wife. "We cherish those light-hearted moments that make our love even stronger."

As the interview continued, Henry and y/n exchanged playful glances, their shared laughter becoming a soundtrack to their interaction. It was evident to all in the room that their connection was built on a solid foundation of love, trust, and a shared sense of humor.

In that moment, Henry and y/n showcased their ability to find joy in each other's presence, even in the midst of a public interview. Their playful banter and genuine laughter served as a reminder of the happiness they shared, a happiness that radiated beyond the confines of the interview room.

And as the interview drew to a close, the lingering laughter in the air served as a testament to the lightness and love that permeated their relationship—a love that embraced moments of playfulness and brought immeasurable joy to their lives.

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.

As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.

As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.

When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.

'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'

Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.

'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.

Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.

With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.

As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.

'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.

Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.

As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.

ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ #2

It was a beautiful morning in Nueva York. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and the city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle. Miguel and his wife, Y/N, were sitting on their balcony enjoying their morning coffee.

Y/N was content with the peaceful moment, sipping her coffee and leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. Miguel's arm was wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her hip. They had been happily married for five years now and were expecting their second child.

Miguel was overjoyed at the idea of expanding their family. After losing their first child, Gabriella, in a tragic accident, they never thought they would be blessed with another. But here they were, happier than ever and eagerly waiting to meet their little bundle of joy.

'I still can't believe we're having another baby,' Y/N said with a smile, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Miguel turned to her, a loving smile on his face. 'I know, it's a dream come true Cariño. I can't wait to hold our little one in my arms.'

Y/N's heart swelled with love for her husband. He had been her rock through everything, especially after Gabriella's death. She couldn't have asked for a better partner in life.

As they sat there, enjoying each other's company, Miguel's holographic assistant, Lyla, interrupted their peaceful moment.

'Sorry to interrupt, but you have a meeting in half an hour, Miguel,' Lyla informed him.

Miguel let out a sigh, not wanting to leave the comfort of his balcony. He was the CEO of Alchemax and had to deal with all the responsibilities that came with it.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. 'I'll go get ready for my doctor's appointment.' she said before giving him a quick kiss and heading inside.

Miguel watched her go, feeling grateful for the life they had built together. He quickly finished his coffee and got ready for his meeting.

The day went by in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Miguel couldn't wait to get back home and spend more time with Y/N. As the clock struck 5, he rushed out of the office to head home.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by the delicious smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen. Y/N loved to cook and he couldn't wait to taste whatever she had prepared for them tonight.

He walked into the kitchen to find Y/N humming as she stirred a pot on the stove. She turned to him with a smile when she heard him enter.

'Hey, how was your day?' she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

'It was good, but I missed you cariño,' Miguel replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N chuckled. 'I missed you too. How about we eat dinner first and then spend the rest of the evening together?'

Miguel nodded, not wanting to waste any more time. They sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, talking about their day and making plans for the weekend.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Miguel gently rubbed Y/N's growing belly, feeling the movements of their unborn child.

'I can't wait to meet our little Empanada,' Miguel said with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on Y/N's belly.

Y/N chuckles and smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair lovingly. 'Me too. I know Gabriella would have been the best big sister.'

Miguel felt a pang of sadness at the mention of their first child. He still missed her every day, but he had learned to focus on the present and be grateful for the blessings in his life.

They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, talking and laughing. Miguel couldn't imagine his life without Y/N by his side.

As the night went on, Y/N yawned and said, 'I think it's time for us to go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.'

Miguel nodded, knowing Y/N was right. He kissed her forehead before they made their way to their bedroom.

Laying in bed, Miguel pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively. 'I love you, mi amor,' he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.

Y/N smiled, feeling content and loved. 'I love you too, Miguel.'

As they drifted off to sleep, Miguel couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together. Their love had overcome all the challenges and made them stronger.

The next day, they went to the doctor for a routine check-up. Miguel was excited to hear their baby's heartbeat, while Y/N was a little anxious. After the loss of their first child, she couldn't help but worry about everything that could go wrong.

But as soon as they heard the strong and steady beat of their baby's heart, all their worries vanished. They were both filled with joy and excitement for the future.

Nine months flew by, and before they knew it, it was time for Y/N to give birth. Miguel was a bundle of nerves as he sat in the waiting room, waiting for any news from the doctors.

After what felt like hours, the doctor finally came out with a smile on her face. 'Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara. You have a healthy baby girl,' she said, handing the newborn to Miguel.

Miguel's eyes welled up with tears as he held his daughter in his arms. She was perfect, with a head full of black hair and her mother's beautiful features.

Y/N was wheeled out of the delivery room, looking exhausted but elated. Miguel couldn't wait for her to meet their little miracle.

They named their daughter Isabella, after Y/N's grandmother. She was a blessing, and they cherished every moment spent with her.

As the years went by, their family grew and their love only got stronger. They faced challenges and struggles, but they always stood by each other's side.

Miguel and Y/N were grateful for the life they had together in their comfortable apartment in Nueva York. They had everything they ever wanted, and most importantly, they had each other.

On a special evening, as they sat on their balcony, watching the sunset, Miguel whispered, 'I never knew love until I met you, Y/N. Thank you for being my wife and the mother of our beautiful children.'

Y/N smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. 'And I never thought I could find true happiness until I met you, Miguel. I love you more than words can express.'

As they shared a loving kiss, surrounded by the sounds of a bustling city, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together as a family. And that was all that mattered.

─ Virtual Angel !

Aventurine x GN!Reader

Inspired by 'Virtual Angel' by ARTMS!

Tags: Obsessed Aventurine, Religious Imagery, Religious Symbolism, God, Angels, S*icide, Parasocial relationship (?), Aventurine hates himself, Self-hatred, Hurt No Comfort, Angst.

Word Count: 1.6k

Aventurine stood at the edge of the building. His vision is a split screen between his feet and the back alley. The sky was beautiful, bright blue with a few white clouds dotted along the view. They were so fluffy and clean. Just like Them. Their white wings were far more superior than the fake ones he wore on his back. Everyone wore them, everyone in The Gathering. It was like a show of faith. Although it was never as permanent as the tattoo that bled into his skin. A black cross. Slightly downturned arms. It paired awfully well with his neck brand.

His pupils shook as he peered down. Why? He had done this over and over again, yet he was still frightened. Not of death, no. In fact, he craved it, he wanted to die. But They scared him, every time he did this, yet he couldn’t stop.

They wouldn’t be happy, quite devastated if he jumped and died. Every other time he’d do it, They would scold him.

‘Please clean me. Please help me.’

He felt sick and twisted.

His left hand held a small white wand. A shiny Aventurine attached to the top of it. They always encouraged him to clean it often. They told him that Aventurine is beautiful and should be taken care of.

That was probably the 20th replacement They had been forgiving enough to give him after it shattered next to his lifeless body.

Here we go again, let’s die. I’m going to die because… I hate myself. I’m disgusting. No one loves me. They don’t love me. Why? Why don’t They love me? I dedicate my life to Them because I need faith. I need faith to continue. I hate my life. I hate my past. Please kill me.

Please kill him.

A glowing figure appeared in front of him, hovering in the air. Their spotless wings outstretched. White clothing adored their body, decorated with pure gold. Their eyes investigate him, a smile on Their face. Their lips opened, their voice drowning out every other sound of this world.

It was you. The one who Aventurine truly needed.

“Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, who long for death, but it does not come, and search for it more than hidden treasures; Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?”

You could only deliver these sacred words to him every time he rejected life. Your heart ached. It really did hurt you. He was too insecure to believe you loved him.

Aventurine sighed and choked out a few tears.

“Why?”

“I know you are angry with God,” the words fall off your tongue. Every syllable, every pronunciation, every vowel and consonant were heavenly to his ears, “But I know you do not curse God.”

He stretched his left hand out, sending the wand to its own death. Your eyes followed it down, seeing the Aventurine shatter into bits. You look back at him. Blank face.

“Is my forgiveness not sufficient? Is my giving not feeding you? Do I not unlock my heart enough?”

The tears started flowing down his cheeks at your words. He’s only cried in front of you. No one else at The Gatherings had ever seen him truly.

“I don’t believe it.”

Your hands ghost over your chest, shutting your eyes and no longer smiling, “Yet you still pray to me, pray to God every day.”

You’re right. He still has faith; he can’t even go back home anymore. He spends nights sleeping where he sees you, where he prays for you. He only eats fruit. He feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to consume anything else.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”

He must do everything to make you and your God pleased. Everything besides his frequent suicides. He was addicted. He can’t stop that, no he couldn’t!

And so, he did.

…

His fingers are shaking. His breath is fast. His heart was pumping, and he had tears down his face. The weight of the headset on his head was heavy, blocking his vision. His hands pressed against the machine and pulled it off his head, messing up his already messy hair.

His body was snug in a beanbag, covered in pillows and blankets. Gently dropping the headset beside him to not wake any of the other members of The Gathering who also slept on beanbags with the same headsets on their heads.

The pink and white plushies stared lifelessly into his eyes. They surrounded the room. The white walls painted over with the pink lighting from the neon lights hung up around the room. A few neon signs were eyes. Eyes everywhere watching them, watching him. The large light was an exact replica of the tattoo in his skin. Pointed cross, downturned arms.

The box TVs placed at the front of the room played blue static. The sound of white noise and breathing echoed in his ears.

Aventurine’s hands felt around in his lap and recognised the familiar object that had recently been placed in his hands. The wand, the same Aventurine attached to the top of it. It glowed softly as your whisper echoed from the gem.

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Your words repeated the same words over and over again until the glow died down.

“Sleep. Rest your temple of God.”

Aventurine’s eyes fluttered open to the same room.

Everyone was gone with their headsets carefully placed on their beanbags.

The TVs stirred and the blue static distorted into a video of you. Your voice poured out of the speakers in a heavenly tone.

I’ll be there for you when your wings break.

Letting go of you that’s a heartbreak.

His pupils dilated at the sight of you and your voice. He slowly got up and crawled to the TV. Pulling his face to the screen, he could see every pixel of you. You took up his entire vision and his mind was foggy.

His fingers caressed the screen. The false wings on his back shifted from left to right and he moved impossibly close to the screen.

My feelings are complete when the moon rises.

His breath graced the screen as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Please, please, please.

O Lord.

His eyes close and lips sweetly kiss yours through the screen.

He whispers to you through the screen, “When I open my eyes at last… Please save me saviour.”

Your eyes meet his as he opens them, breaking the fourth wall. You smile at him, with a lingering feeling of sadness.

“I’m just your Virtual Angel.”

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐂

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. mike schmidt (fnaf), mentions of Abby and Vanessa. ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warnings: pet name used once in descriptive text (baby), suggestions to smut (no theres no smut im sry), very very fluffy. like incredibly fluffy ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ a/n. i think something healed inside of me when i wrote this lmao. also, im not fully back to writing but i felt like i had enough energy. enjoy!

This might be considered a personal HC but I believe when speaking about Mike's affection styles and having intimate moments, it isn't all rough and tumble. It's something so much more than anything.

Based on his own traumas from childhood and then working with a murder case (and of course, the haunting stories of the innocent children's souls being snuffed out); I'd bargain he's an avoidant person at base but shoves through it to make it though each day. It would take a lot for someone to actually spark something in his soul and stay in there. I mean, you saw how he was with Vanessa, right?

His way of loving would be so cautious but sincere. Perhaps the right person could light up his world with Abby. Someone he might call his wife/husband one day but for now, his partner would be just fine. He would prefer their name as to any pet name, but once in while the 'ole baby might make an appearance if he's exhausted or worn down.

"I'm home. ." Mike called out softly, shutting the door behind him softly as to not wake Abby. He knew you'd be up, waiting to hear about his night and then about what he dreamt about on shift. (You know he falls asleep by accident sometimes but that's okay).

His eyes softened when he saw your sleeping form on the couch, curled up in a blanket that was supposed to be on the comfy bed. . like you were supposed to be. Mike never asked you to stay up, he encouraged you to get some rest properly so that you didn't become sleep deprived like he was. Yet, it was like chiding a cat that would swipe playfully at a wagging finger. Pointless but it warmed his heart and made it ache at the silent dedication from your end.

Mike hung up his coat and vest, taking off his shoes afterwards. The smell of chemicals and lavender filled his nostrils, signalling that you had cleaned at some point in the evening or early morning to stay awake. It seemed fruitless as there you were, breathing softly with your hands curled into your chest.

He padded over quietly and bent down to be on your level. His fingers brushed some hair from your face, tracing shapes over your cheek as he waited for you to wake up. He didn't want to shake you awake, he'd prefer you to open your eyes on your own so he could see the joy brighten your iris'. That's a thing he loved about you; your eyes and how they seemed to admire his work or how he was in general. He could be doing nothing and he'd catch you staring at him silently with a dopey grin on.

You stirred softly in your semi-conscious state, taking a sharp inhale. Limbs shifting to feel the air that came from an open window, your body took its sweet time waking up. The sun had barely been peeking over the edge of the world when he knelt before you, waiting patiently. When your eyes did flutter open, your heart jumped in happiness. He made another night without you.

A smile formed on his face as he watched you realize that fact, thumb slowing down the pattern swiping. "Good morning." Mike whispered quietly, pecking your forehead before tilting his head to meet your eyes boyishly. "Good morning to you too." You said quietly, scrunching your nose at his stinky breath. It smelled of coffee and whatever else he ate before the shift. Even then, it was blissful.

The adoring nature would bleed heavily into the bedroom, especially since he viewed it as something that shouldn't be seen as just 'relief' or something similar. He has the blessing to see you as who you are without clothes; the dimples, rolls of skin, freckles, stretch marks, tattoos. Those are things he doesn't skim over, he appreciates them with kisses and massages with calloused fingers.

It's an act that temporarily unites you physically, through sweat and fluids, kisses too. Mike isn't a sex god though, he would never harm you either. He's clumsy and nervous, scared to screw this up and cost you the out of body pleasure. He relies on your validation and guidance, hoping to understand and not just memorize what makes you twist and churn inside. If you can't experience pleasure, he will avoid his own pleasure.

Even after months, his subconscious is belittling his abilities and pours doubts into his brain. Your words help, hands too.

Mike's lips were cautious against your skin, not wanting to cause discomfort or anxiety. The fingers in his hair had told him otherwise, guiding him forward with nails massaging his scalp gently. His lips trembled on your chest, pulling away to lean his ear in the center of it to listen to your heartbeat. The thumps soothed his doubts, warmth adding to his own body temperature.

"Mike?"

He lifted his head to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. "Yeah?" He spoke softly, waiting for your words. "You okay?" You inquired playfully, brushing his messy hair from his forehead. He smiled and nodded his head, hands rubbing your sides affectionately.

Was he drunk? No. But he might as well be with the way his chest is burning with pure adoration for you.

All Your Firsts

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Era)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Malfoy! Best friend's brother! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: nsft, choking, rushed beginning, sucking on fingers, ooc bc im a sucker for softboys i'm negl, boys whimpering, hickies, pet names ("doll", "sweetheart", "darling", "baby"), coarse language

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: brand new. tbh guys i think im hyperfixating on harry potter right now. i think im gonna have a movie night tonight :P i might have it on Discord if anyone wants to join

A/N 2: This is literally my first ever nsfw writing, please lmk your thoughts! This is based off of a c.ai I had with a Mattheo Riddle bot LMAO

This is the c.ai btw

Your voice came out quietly as you approached the group. “Draco?” You asked, gaining your older brother’s attention. He hummed to his friends, glancing back at you.

“What?”

“Can I borrow your owl?”

Draco frowned, “What? Why? Who are you sending letters to?”

You flushed, hiding in your robes more. “I- uh, just someone?”

He stared at you suspiciously. His friends snickered, eyeing you and your brother. Your eyes trailed to his friends, eyeing one in particular. His own eyes were settled on the boy to his left (you think it was Lorenzo, but you weren’t sure; Mattheo was the only one of Draco’s friends you really knew) as he laughed. You loved to watch the way Mattheo’s eyes sparkled as he laughed. He caught your gaze and winked, causing your face to flush.

“Earth to Y/N?” Draco hissed, smacking your shoulder lightly. You snapped out of your gaze. “I don’t care. Just be careful. And make sure he gets fed when he gets back to you in the morning.” You nodded.

“‘Course. Thanks.” You said quickly before hurrying towards your next class, eyeing Mattheo as you rushed by. Your plan was perfect (you hoped at least). With your friends by your side, cheering you on, you wrote the letter to Mattheo. It was a short letter, simply telling him that you liked him. You told him that if he returned your feelings, he should come to the Astronomy Tower once Draco fell asleep.

That night, you waited beneath the stars. You paced impatiently. Was he going to show up? Maybe he didn’t even like boys! Maybe you read the entire situation wrong. He seemed like he liked boys, but maybe your gaydar was wrong? Your mind rushed a mile a minute, debating every little thing. Every noise you heard had you overthinking.

A cough interrupted you. You spun around to see Mattheo standing there with a smirk. One of his brows perched up when he saw you. “Heard you wanted to see me?” He stepped closer, coming close enough where your crossed arms touched his chest. “I read your note. Cute.”

Your face felt hot as you curled into your robes, “Y-Yeah? And your response?”

He rolled his eyes, grinning. He spread his arms out, spinning in place. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? You said if I liked you back to show up.”

Your eyes widened, “Wh-What? You actually like me?”

Mattheo nodded, “Yeah. Surprise for me too, don’t worry.” His grin turned teasing. “I mean, I can just go if you prefer, sweetheart.”

“No!” You found yourself shouting before realizing it. You bent your head in embarrassment, “Ah, I mean, no? Please, don’t go. I really like you.”

He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you in. “You do? I didn’t think you did. I thought that letter was from your brother.” He rolled his eyes. You huffed, going to speak before he placed his index finger on your lips. “Shhh.” He whispered, pulling you close enough to touch his hips. You stared at him before eyeing the finger he placed on your lips. You breathed out gently before slowly reaching up and taking them in your mouth fully. Your tongue surrounded his fingers.

Mattheo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he groaned, “Shit, baby, keep that up and stuff might get heated.”

You popped the digits out of your mouth, “A-And if that’s what I’m planning? To get heated?”

He chuckled, “Damn, I didn’t realize you were so needy, sweetheart.” He reached over and tucked his hands under your robes, touching your bare skin. He pulled the material over your shoulders before working on your undershirt.

You whined softly, “Mattheo… wait.” You murmured. His hands stalled, rubbing circles on your hip. “This- It’ll be my first.”

“Oh? Guess I have to make it the best, then, darling.” He pulled your undershirt off, eying your chest with a smirk.

You hummed, “H-Here? You wanna do it here?” He raised an eyebrow. You glanced back, “I, uh, my dorm is empty. My roommates aren’t there tonight.”

He leaned back with a groan, “Oh, yeah, sure. Lead the way, darling.” You threw your shirt and robes on haphazardly and grabbed his hand, leading him to the dorms. He watched carefully when you entered the song to the Hufflepuff common rooms. He followed carefully when you climbed the stairs until you unlocked your dorm room. Closing the door behind him, you led him directly to your bed. You sat down before pulling him closer, laying back so he was positioned over you.

“Damn, baby, I didn’t know you could be so controlling.” Mattheo murmured, his lips touching you for the first time, grazing the side of your neck. You whimpered slightly. “What do you want me to do to you? Give me your words, pretty boy.”

“I- I only know of one thing I’d like. I’ve never tried it but it sounds like something I’d like.” You said quietly. His lips paused for a moment on your neck, showing you that you had his attention. “Choke me?” He coughed out a laugh.

“This is your first time and your askin’ me to choke you? Damn.” You felt hot at his words, hiding in your hands. He chuckled softly, “No judgement from me, baby, I’ll choke you all night.” He leaned in, preparing to kiss you before pausing, seeing your conflicted face. “We don’t have to do anything, doll. We can just talk if you prefer.”

“I-It’s not that.” He could tell you were embarrassed. “I- This’ll be my first everything.” You explained. “First time, and first, uh, kiss.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “Will you take my first kiss, Mattheo?”

He paused, staring at you for a moment. His lips spread into a grin, “Of course. I’ll take all of your firsts if you allow me, doll.” His lips reached down slowly until they met yours softly. As the kiss continued, it became less soft and careful and more intense. Your hands clutched at his clothes, rubbing the front of his chest before slipping under the fabric and groaning when you felt his muscles.

Mattheo made a similar noise into your lips, pushing you on the bed completely before moving to fully lay on top of you, his arms and knees holding him above you. His head drooped from your lips, dropping to your neck to press open-mouthed kisses across the blank space.

Already, you felt out of breath. It was exhilarating. You were feeling things you had never felt before. You gasped slightly as Mattheo gave a small bite at your neck, licking the area afterward. You groaned, arching your back. He sat up after a moment of suckling and grinned at you.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” You whimpered softly. “Yeah? That good, huh?” He pushed forward, setting his knee against your hard dick. You groaned at the contact. “What do you want me to do? Use your words, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, “I- oh, fuck. I don’t- What do you want to do, Mattheo?” 

“No, no, this is all about you today.” He replied, kissing your jawline.

Your brain was foggy. What did you want to do? What did people usually do during these things? But… before you wanted him to take your first time, you wanted to know. Was this real for him? Or was this a one-time hookup? You voiced your issue with him nervously, “B-Before we go ahead, Mattheo, I- I need you to tell me this isn’t a one time thing. I- I need you.”

He paused for a moment before smiling softly, the softest smile he had given you that night. His lips trailed up your jaw before he pecked your lips a few times. “Doll,  I would be honored to be your boyfriend, if that’s what you're asking me.” Your eyes went wide but you nodded enthusiastically. “Damn, your first boyfriend, eh? I get to be the lucky one who takes all your firsts.” He chuckled before pressing his lips to yours once more. He went to pull away, but your fingers carded through his hair, pulling him closer to you roughly. 

The sound he made from the rough pull of his hair went straight to your dick. You felt it straining against your bottoms, begging to be released. You kissed him roughly, passionately. His own hand went up to tug your hair, catching you off guard just enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He explored the area with great interest, uncovering every inch he could reach with his tongue.

“Ah- Mattheo, please.” He could hear how needy and desperate you were for him as his lips trailed down your throat once more. He quickly pulled off your shirt and robes, doing the same for his own right after. You stared at his chest unabashedly. His own eyes scanned yours. His lips curled into a smug smirk. 

“Please what, doll.” Mattheo teased as he admired your assets. 

“Touch me, choke me, anything.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to gently lay on top of your throat. He didn’t put any pressure. “Are you sure you want me to choke you?” You nodded enthusiastically. “If it gets too much, tap my arm twice, deal?” Once he got your confirmation, he squeezed a little tighter. Immediately, you groaned. He watched your eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck.” 

His lips fell onto yours quickly before he removed his hand for a moment. He fiddled with his slacks. He got them off as quickly as he could before pulling yours off. Your cock jumped to life quickly when he yanked your underwear off. He admired it closely. “Do you really want this, doll? I can just suck you off if you want.” He offered, staring at your dick, almost mesmerised. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Touch me. Put it inside me. I don’t care.” You whined. He snickered softly.

“Right, then, up and attem.” He murmured, flipping you around. Your stomach was on the bed as he raised your hips. His fingers pressed into your mouth once again. His other hand drifted downwards, wrapping around his own dick. He moaned quietly at the feeling of your tongue tangling with his fingers. Once he felt they were sufficiently wet, he pulled them from your mouth. You hummed, annoyed at the loss of his touch. “Patience, doll. “ He chuckled before prodding at your ass with his fingers.

You gasped, your back arching as a shiver went through you. You could feel your eyes roll back as he laughed at your reaction. He paused for a moment before slowly entering a finger in you. He waited for your reaction before continuing, pumping in and out a few times before adding a second finger. Your breaths came out ragged and you felt hot and overwhelmed, but in a good way.

You pushed your butt out more, trying to get him to go deeper. You felt the base of his knuckles and he chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart.” He cooed, removing his fingers. “You’re just too desperate.” He leaned forward, kissing behind your ear. “Do you have a condom? Lube? Anything?”

You felt flushed as you shook your head, “A-Ah, no. I didn’t think we’d get this far.” You admitted.

Mattheo snickered, “Yeah? Good thing I carried some with me.” He admitted. The confession caught you off guard. You blinked in surprise as he quickly climbed off the bed, reaching into his robes to reveal a condom and a small container of lube. “I’m always prepared.” He commented when he saw your surprised expression. 

He returned to leaning over you and popped open the container of lube. The tube made a noise as it was squeezed and you gasped when the cold substance hit your hole. He took a second to use his fingers to spread it and push into you a few more times before slipping the condom on himself. “You sure, doll?” He said quietly, staring into your eyes when you glanced back at him. You nodded and he shook his head, “No, no, words. I need your words.”

“Y-Yeah. I want this. I want you.”

The words encouraged him to carefully align himself with your hole before slowly pushing in. You gasped at the pain that spread. It hurt. You whimpered softly, pushing your head into your pillows. You waited as he sunk into you before he stopped for a moment. “Tell me when, doll.” He whispered, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

You waited until the pain dimmed to a low ache rather than a shooting pain before nodding, “Y-yeah, I’m good.” He waited for a moment more before moving his hips slowly. The previous pain was quickly forgotten as a sense of pleasure erupted. You moaned rather loudly before pressing your head back into your pillows to muffle your noises. 

Mattheo groaned as he pushed back in. “Merlin, sweetheart, you’re so tight.” He managed to say. You couldn’t reply, only whimpering and moaning into your pillows. “Lift your head up, let me hear all your pretty little noises.” He said suddenly, pulling your hair up lightly. You lifted your head right as he snapped his hips into you, abandoning the slow pace he was using before.

You moaned out loudly. Your eyes rolled back and you felt pure pleasure as he quickened his pace, pounding into you. You couldn’t force yourself to quiet as your noises grew in volume, echoing in the room. You could barely hear when Mattheo mumbled out a quiet spell to the room, making it entirely soundproof. Your fingers clutched the bed sheets as you cried, tears running down your face.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He muttered softly, pulling out entirely. You whined at the loss of his cock before he flipped you around. He immediately pounded into you again, staring at your tear-stained face. “That’s right, baby. Come on.” His voice sounded down-right naughty as he talked you through it. Your hands went up to clutch at his shoulders and he hissed when your nails dug into him. 

His face leaned down, biting on your shoulder as he pounded into you, nipping at your most sensitive spots. Your mind couldn’t think of anything other than him. He was encompassing everything. He was all you felt, heard, thought about. Distantly, you could still taste his lips on yours. It felt like a paradise.

There was a weird feeling creeping up your cock and you felt like you were going to burst. “A-Ah, Mattheo-”

He took a glance at you before looking down at your cock. “Let it out, darlin’. Cum for me, you pretty boy.” His words of affirmation set you over the edge. You moaned loudly as cum shot from your tip, creeping up your chest and dribbling off the side of it. You panted heavily as Mattheo continued to pump into you. It felt so overwhelming for him to keep going and you whined until he quickly pulled out, groaning quietly as he came.

“Ah, the things you do to me, doll.” He said, out of breath. He stayed leaning over you for a moment longer, catching his breath before he rolled off of you, lying beside you. He grasped at his cock, tearing the condom off of him and getting to his feet. You watched, still breathing heavily, as he moved to the bathroom. You heard the sink running for a moment before he returned with a cloth. He carefully leaned over you and wiped you free of any remnants of your climax. As he did, his eyes locked onto yours. There was a hint of adoration in his eyes as he took in your fucked-out expression.

Once you were sufficiently cleaned, Mattheo entered the bathroom once more. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch him and find out what he was going to do, but your eyes slipped closed without your permission and you found yourself asleep rather quickly.

The next morning, you felt sore. You stretched carefully, wincing slightly at the feeling of your sore ass and muscles before moving to stand up. You flinched when two arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you back down to the bed. You were pleasantly surprised to see Mattheo there, eyes hooded with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?”

You turned in his grasp, facing him. “Mattheo? You didn’t leave?”

He let out a noise as he adjusted slightly, “Why would I do that?” His eyes opened slightly more and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I thought- Were you telling the truth last night? You really want to be my boyfriend?”

He chuckled, his voice still gruff from just waking up. “Why would I lie to you, doll? You’re mine.” You felt warm again before hesitantly wrapping your arms around him. He hummed, resting his head on top of yours. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Sore.” You replied quietly. “But not in an awful way.” Your hands caressed his back and you could feel scratches that you left. “I’m sorry for scratching you.”

“You won’t see me complaining.” Mattheo commented with a laugh. “I quite like seeing how you marked me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shush.” You hummed before realizing, sitting up. “Oh, did you mark me? I remember you paying a lot of attention to my neck and collar.”

His eyes trailed down your neck and chest. “More than just your neck and collar.” You glanced down. Last night you hadn’t noticed, but there were hickies on your chest. You ran hot as you hurried to the mirror in your room. Mattheo laughed as he saw you frantically locating all of the marks.

“Mattheo, this isn’t funny!” You hissed without any viper. “How will we hide these from my brother?”

“We could just let them be there. Who cares? I know I want to see you walking the halls with my marks. Dissuade those girls in your class from staring at you as if you were a piece of meat.”

His comment made you blink, “What? Nobody stares at me like that.”

Mattheo scoffed, “Sure. Of course you’d think that. You never noticed me staring at you and you spent an awful lot of time looking back.”

“You- You saw me?!”

“I’m surprised Draco never noticed.” He chuckled once again. 

You were quiet, investigating the marks before sighing. “I still need to hide these. If it's okay with you, I don’t want Draco knowing about us right now.” He frowned slightly but nodded. “I just- I know how he can be around people. Especially because of me. You wouldn’t believe the last time somebody tried to ask me on a date. She was afraid to even look at me after that. And I declined her invite!”

“You think he’ll care? That was two years ago.” Mattheo said, stretching as he made his way towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face him. With your silence, he sighed. “Fine. I don’t mind. Besides, gives me a chance to keep you to myself. Mark you however I like without anyone knowing it was me.” He smirked. “Yeah, maybe I like the sound of that.”

“Mattheo!” You shrieked quietly, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest as he laughed.

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

genre: fluff, title is self-explanatory, you can’t fall asleep at night so shouto decides to do something about it

an: first bnha piece on this blog I guess? fingers crossed and hoping my writing doesn’t get rusty after a while lol

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In the serene ambience of Todoroki’s bedroom, the night is soundless — save for the cadenced thrumming of your boyfriend’s heart and ticking clock hands that send you slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.

Yet your eyelids still fail to droop, having tried everything from counting sheep to playing relaxing music on your phone. A shallow breath of exasperation slips through the gaps in your teeth as you snuggle into Todoroki’s left side, curling your body into a ball while huddling close to the male for warmth. Just as the drowsiness hits, a strained groan echoes; staring at your boyfriend’s fluttering eyelashes, guilt strikes you the moment you realise how you’ve waken him up in the middle of two o’clock in the morning when both of you still need to attend hero training courses later during the day.

“Wha’s wron’ y/n? Can’t sleep?” Nodding, you stifle a yawn. Groggily reaching out his hand, your boyfriend‘s fingers dance delicately across the expanse of your frigid skin, conjuring goosebumps here and there under the pale rays of moonlight which cast waltzing shadows on the wall. As he nuzzles you closer to the left side of his chest, comfort seeps through your veins, and you relax into his touch.

Todoroki has always been averse to touch, given his brutal upbringing — but not when you are the one in his arms. A surge of relief (and perhaps a tinge of pride) gives him reassurance when the hero in training observes how you react to his minuscule touches from time to time, realising how much you actually enjoy being in his presence — and vice versa.

With mismatched eyes glancing over your relaxed features, a toothless grin ghosts across Todoroki’s face; under the faint lustre of dwindling moonlight, you look otherworldly: beautiful and intricate — an instant that he would do whatever it takes to relish forever. Slowly, the male reaches out his hand, running the tips of his fingers through your bedraggled hair with ultimate delicacy while a lullaby slips from his pursed lips.

“I didn’ know you can sing Shou ...” Todoroki stops, frozen as you peer at him groggily through impenetrable tenebrosity. Instinctively he averts his gaze away; and even though darkness blankets the room, you still manage to discern the obvious blush dusting the male’s cheeks.

“N-not like I’m laughing at you or anything! Keep ... keep singing, I quite like it.”

“You ... you sure?”

“Mm. Let’s stay like this ... for a while.”

Knowing that he can never say no to your wishes, the two of you lay amongst the tangled sheets, dozing off into each other’s arms. It is the most peaceful moment you’ve ever felt in your entire life. No more worries about tomorrow, no more concerns about the future; just you and him holding one another in close proximity, sharing such intimate moments of tranquility — with the two of you wishing to hold onto it for a lifetime.

— now playing ➪ HQ remix —

MIYA Atsumu

as the wind blows

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: angst, post break-up

soundtrack: 飛鳥和蟬

an: I don’t think I’ll be writing haikyuu for a while but this idea whacks me in the head every now and then sooo (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

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The wind blows, and life goes on. 

The sky fades into a myriad of periwinkles and peaches, complementing an expanse of miscanthus stretching beyond the horizon which sways in the salt-kissed sunset breeze. The scenery alone would be ethereal, have it not been viewed through the hollow, doe periphery of a heartbroken blonde. As Atsumu finds himself staring into the distance, the corners of his eyes are eventually glassed with a film of tears whilst his trembling fingers tumble with a dull bracelet.

1. “Tsumu! Where are you? I thought we were supposed to go on a date at the amusement park today?” 

“Damn it — sorry babe! Practice calls, and it seems like our coach isn’t planning on letting us leave any time soon. I’ll make it up to ya next time okay?” Before you could even protest, your boyfriend hung up on the call. Dismay would had been an understatement to describe how you felt at that moment: conflict, chagrin, despondence — all of which bloomed like buds deep within. 

This wasn’t the first time Atsumu called off a date at the last minute, and needless to say, you weren’t pleased at all with his actions. However, in spite of the seething frustration that bubbled in your chest every time he did this to you, you reminded yourself to remain calm. You could never bring yourself to hate the blonde (or at least for now). Volleyball was a prominent part of his life, but so were you. You understood how important the sport was to Atsumu, yet with the saying being “it’s every man for himself”, a teeny bit of you hoped that he could choose his girlfriend over practice. 

And with a heavy heart, you chose to put those feelings aside. After all, being his partner, shouldn’t you be unconditionally supporting Atsumu in all of his endeavours? 

With the place feeling like dejá vu, it brings back faded recollections the male wishes to hold onto before they slip past his fingertips. Bit by bit, shattered fragments gradually piece themselves together, creating visages of what Atsumu would deem as his ‘sweet old days’ that he yearns to relish. Moments of you and him lying on the hill’s summit staring as remnants of tangerine and gold bask the skyline, the two of you excitedly talking about what a shared future would’ve been like, the giggles and incessant bickering that reverberate in the air like chimes whilst both of you dance under a doom of shimmering starlight — all of them come back to his mind one by one.

2. “I’m sorry y/n! I — I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, but I’m willing to change ok? I promise I’ll spend more time with you once interhigh competitions come to an end. Please ... just wait for a little longer.” 

Evident disappointment was written all over your face, and the sinking feeling that had been bugging you did nothing — but only grew stronger once you heard Atsumu’s explanation. Nevertheless, a strained grin creased your face; you simply chortled it off, reminding the blonde that it’s alright and he should focus on his volleyball competitions for the time being with a simple “Alright ... I’ll wait, Tsumu”.

To be frank, you didn’t know how long you could wait. Atsumu had been using the same reason over and over; and if you had to be honest with yourself, you were long sick of his behaviour. Of all the countless opportunities you gave your boyfriend, it felt like he took them for granted — never learning his lessons despite being forgiven repeatedly without a single complaint uttered from none other than his girlfriend. 

And if he wasn’t the one to treasure the present, to cherish the bonds made and the selfless commitments devoted by you into the relationship, then why should you give him another second chance?

Twilight beckons, and a tear slips down Atsumu’s face in melancholic tranquility. Those could be called the happiest days of his entire life. Reminiscences of your smile, your touch and your laughter have long been engrained into his head, taking him on a trip down the memory lane as he thinks about you every now and then. How are you doing? Have you found someone else to replace his place in your heart? Would your mind still wander off to him? The questions throb at the back of his mind, akin to a persistent toothache. Still, the blonde knows this more than anyone else. 

No matter how tormenting his regret could be, there was no way he could turn back time and make things work again. Not when the damage is done and the pain of your breakup with Atsumu still stabs him in the heart even after all these years. 

In hindsight, maybe this is a lesson meant for him to learn. Perhaps he should’ve been a better lover, devoting more time into the relationship with you instead of spending most of it on volleyball. If he had prioritised you over his passion, could the heartbreak be avoided? If he had treasured his blessings, would the cicatrix in his heart remain, acting as a grim reminder of his past mistakes? In all honesty, Atsumu don’t know. It is already too late for redemption by the time the blonde opens his eyes and realises what he has done to you. Yet one thing is for sure — he shouldn’t have taken all of this for granted. 

3. “I ... I don’t think this is going to work between the two of us, Tsumu.” Mustering the remaining strength you got, you decided to confront the blonde setter on a certain day. “I think ... it’s better if we end this relationship.” 

To him, your confrontation bore no resemblance to a nightmare. Deafening silence lingered, wrapping its ghostly tendrils around the blonde’s neck as the grasp around Atsumu tightened with each second. Confusion wouldn’t suffice to describe the hurricane of emotions which stirred havoc inside him. Weren’t the two of you head over heels for one another a couple of months prior? What went wrong? 

Happiness is, and would never be everlasting — he should’ve known that very well. Atsumu should’ve caught onto the subtle signs that set off warning bells inside his head: the chaste glances, the sudden coldness laced within your tone each time you talk, the increasing distance between you and him as the months fly by. Yet the setter is naive to say the least, failing to discern how circumstances are on the verge of spiralling down a bad turn. 

4. “Wait! I ... I don’t understand. Why ... y/n?” 

Your heart clenched as you heard the desperation in Atsumu’s plea, eyes evading his shocked stare; you had made up your mind, and there was no way you would be turning back. It was excruciating for things to end this way, but you had no choice. Enough was enough, you were long exhausted of this one-sided romance. 

“Tsumu, I’ve had enough.” You gritted out the statement, trying your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to burst from your waterline. “Love should be mutual, and both partners should play an equal role in the relationship by devoting the same amount of time and effort into making all of this work. But is this the case between you and me?”

Instantly, Atsumu fell silent. 

“For all these months I’ve endured and endured, giving my everything in a forlorn hope that our relationship would still work. I’ve given many second chances, trying to support you with everything I’ve got. But have you? Have you did anything for me in return?” Your voice began to crack, recalling how you used to sob into your pillow in the middle of the night when the blonde only cares about volleyball instead of you. 

“Not everyone is willing to give a second chance ... and not everyone is willing to wait for a lifetime.” 

And that was the last thing Atsumu heard before you were completely gone from his life.  

A whistle in the wind pulls the blonde back into reality. As his puffy sorrel eyes interlock with the empyrean, the heart-wenching memories dissipate within an instant — followed by an exasperated sigh while Atsumu wipes falling tears off his stained cheeks. 

“I must’ve been a fool ...” He begin, confessions filled with none other than inexplicable lament muttered under his breath. A multitude of constellations greet his vision; blinking and winking down at the blonde, a cynical grin is all Atsumu can manage. For once, the night sky illumined with an infinite milky belt doesn’t look so empty; at least not so — when compared to the tenebrosity of the void deep within the blonde’s heart. It reminds him of the things he had lost, the mistakes he made, and what could’ve had been a beautiful future with you had he not been the culprit who ruined it all. 

“To not cherish such an amazing girlfriend, that’s so stupid of me — ugh ... why is it that we learn the pain of losing something important, when its too late for regrets? Stupid ... so stupid ...” 

The wind blows, and life goes on. 

The only thing Atsumu wished that hadn’t gone along with the breeze, albeit painful to hold onto, was his recollections with you. 

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: angst, subtle mentions of death

an: sooo I haven’t written anything in a long while＼(￣▽￣)／ﾔｯﾀｰ! because fuck uni; consider this as a debut long piece on this blog. hope you liked it! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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"Sensei, can I ask you something?”

Ears perked up upon hearing Itadori’s question, the sorcerer signals his student to go ahead. Having exchanged hushed whispers amongst his other two classmates, Sukuna’s vessel finally musters the courage to speak up. The tension reeking in the atmosphere alone is intense, heavy enough for Gojo to feel the weight of it upon his shoulders. 

“What is it, Yuuji-kun?”

“Have ... have you failed to save someone in the past?” 

With that, the white-haired male falls silent. Sunglasses dropped and mouth agape, he fails to answer his student’s question. Perhaps it is the oddity of the unexpected question itself which takes Gojo off guard, or the fact that the usual happy-go-lucky pink-haired teen comes up with such a heavy topic to talk about out of the blue. 

Yet neither of which is the root cause resulting in the sorcerer’s sudden loss of words. Little did Itadori and his classmates know, what sounds like a seemingly harmless inquiry about their teacher’s past soundlessly reopens a cicatrix deep within his heart, rekindling memories of his suppressed past that he wishes could be left behind. 

“Sensei? Are you okay?” 

The seconds tick by, but Gojo only responds with silence. 

Gaze boring deep into the ground and away from his beloved students, the sparkle in his cerulean eyes dwindling into a transient, dull flicker. Time heals all wounds, yet it is soon proven ineffective for him as the male reluctantly takes a trip down the dreaded memory lane, plunging headfirst into what Gojo deems the epitome of hell — his past, once more. 

Predestined to become a sorcerer since birth, the white-haired man already anticipated the multitude of obstacles he would face in time: instances when he teetered on a tightrope between life and death were of common knowledge, which he didn’t have a problem dealing with — being the strongest and all that. 

Yet the one thing Gojo despised the most throughout his arduous journey of becoming a sorcerer was the obligation to make decisions (while achieving the goal of pleasing the higher-ups) that even he grew tired of doing so. The jujutsu world was sickening to say the least. Ironically, being a prominent member of it all — while inheriting the title as the next heir of the Gojo clan at the same time, his life was inseparable from its overwhelming toxicity. All those useless elders who were all bark and no bite together with their old-fashioned beliefs made the young man utterly revolted to the core. And if he were given the chance to leave everything behind, Gojo would’ve had done so without hesitation. 

Trapped in this pernicious world where even breathing felt lethal, the optimism towards humanity’s salvation which once burned bright in the sorcerer’s heart like ardent flames had now receded into dying embers. The world was beyond his capability to be saved; in fact, those who were ready to be rescued constitutes a mere couple. 

Was everything I did really what the world needed right now? 

Would the choices I make be another regret of mine later in life? 

What is the point of surviving in a world like this? 

Wouldn’t death be of any difference?

Eventually, Gojo fails to seek for his resolve, no longer holding onto a reason why he should continue treading down the path of being a sorcerer. If the elders are that obstinate about changing the world is it currently is, then why should he? If all is doomed to perish in curses, would his forlorn efforts even make a difference to humanity’s inevitable demise? He doesn’t know about it anymore, nor does he care. Even with his six eyes, the future ahead becomes unprecedented; and bit by bit, Gojo finds himself sinking into a bottomless abyss. Dragged down by inexplicable displeasure towards the world revolving around him, his spirit is on the verge of extinction, sanity hanging precariously by a thread. 

Sinking, he slowly embraces the darkness in his awaiting path.

Except that you are there to guide him out of the mist just as he is about to lose sight of his true self. 

Akin to a lighthouse illumining the infinite murkiness corrupting his heart, you lead him back into the light. What feels like doom and gloom suffocating his entirety suddenly dissipates into thin air the instant you wander into his life by coincidence. 

The memory of meeting you for the first time resurfaces in Gojo’s mind every now and then, as if all of which happened yesterday. Upon returning from an easy mission, the sorcerer mindlessly meandered through a labyrinth of streets and alleyways; night drew into Shinjuku, and the remnants of copper hues from the horizon were gradually replaced by a myriad of neon colours. Eyes averted onto scintillating lights in the distance, Gojo found his gaze lost in an opaque blur. 

Was this how the world was supposed to look like in the first place? Why was it within this decaying world that people still managed to smile? Weren’t they afraid of dying —

Just then, a young woman caught the sorcerer’s stare. The first thing he noticed was her outfit; sorcerers were rare even in the modern era, not to mention meeting one by chance on the streets could be considered a once-in-a-blue-moon phenomenon. For Gojo to coincidentally cross paths with another one of his kind, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, what surprised him the most was her words to him the second she sauntered past. 

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” 

Despite how most people around him thought of his behaviours as being melodramatic, Gojo Satoru wasn’t a particularly expressive individual. With the weight of the world weighing upon his shoulders, he mastered the ability to mask his emotions — regardless of the overwhelming urge for him to let it all out. With time, the male forced himself to numb away his feelings. Nobody had ever been able to read him like an open book, so why could you? 

“How —“

“I can see it in your eyes.” Breathing out a heavy sigh, you rested a hand on his arm. As your fingers conjured patterns on his skin, an unexplainable seep of warmth flooded through his veins; unveiling his walls, you soon perceived what seemed like his inner core: decaying into nothingness, almost lifeless, the vermilion walls which were once of a bright crimson fading into maroon —almost ashen. It was no wonder why the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth looked so dead on the inside. 

He was indeed dying, and you were determined to save him no matter the cost. 

“I know how you feel, trust me. I’ve gone through that same phase where I’m so fed up with my job as a sorcerer ... it feels like no matter what I do, it would be of no avail. It’s vexing, not to mention a huge pain in the ass. But I just grit my teeth and move on. The reason I’m still a sorcerer now is simple: to live for another day, where I could see the sunset.” 

“Huh?” 

“W-what I mean is, instead of worrying about a future that is out of your control, why don’t you focus on the present? That way, you might find a little motivation to make it through every day.” Albeit confused as to why you would go out of your way to help a stranger like him, a smile made its way to replace the apparent crease on Gojo’s face. 

“Thank you ...?” 

“y/n, y/n l/n — Grade 1 sorcerer. Nice to meet you, Gojo Satoru.” 

“The pleasure is mine.”

Gratefully, he expressed his gratitude — to which you responded with a smile. It wasn’t simply a grin, it was one that would warm the cockles of his heart. Of all the people he met, most masked their ugly intentions beneath the disguise of feigned kindness; people disgusted him, but your simper was genuine. For once, he felt peace within his heart. And just like you said, he would try to hold onto something tangible — a minuscule drive that would help him go through what felt like a torturous infinity. 

You. 

Had you not reached out to him, Gojo would’ve had gone astray from his primary goal; had you not broken down the walls he’d built, he wouldn’t make it through to another day; had you not crossed paths with him, the sorcerer wouldn’t know what to do with the rest of his life in a world he oh so despised. Your presence reminded him that he was never alone to start with, that no matter how tired, helpless or dire whatever situation he might be in, there would always be someone he could rely on. 

At least for now, the male would continue his battle. 

For the sake of humanity, and to see you for one more day. 

“Anyway, do you have any plans for the day?”

“I’m going to watch the sunset. Want to come?” 

“Why not?” 

Yet not every fairy tale began with once upon a time, and not every anecdote would come to a perfect close with happy-ever-afters. 

By the time Gojo rushed to the location which you’d last sent him for backup, you were already lying in a pool of blood, the curse you were supposed to exorcise being out of plain sight. His heart sank in utter despair; and unable to hold back surging waves of emotions, tears started to fall down the sides of the sorcerer’s cheeks as he rushed to you as fast as his legs could carry him. 

“y/n ... y/n! Stay with me ... I’ll call Shoko to come over in a sec.” Feeling desperate nudges on your shoulder and tears falling onto your ashen cheeks, your eyelashes fluttered with a hearty effort, earning a relief sigh from Gojo. 

“Thank goodness ... fuck, I was so scared for a moment ya know? Just stay awake, okay? I promise everything would be alright —“

“Satoru ... I’m glad you’re here ...” 

The sight alone made his heart wrench. Like a wilting flower, your life was slipping away soundlessly in his palms, and there was nothing he could do other than holding you in close proximity. The faltering palpitation of your pulse, the shallow breaths that dwindled to a trickle, the expanse of grey fading into carmine as you laid motionless on the icy concrete, your hollow gaze meeting his harrowing ones as tears were spilled endlessly. 

Gojo berated himself immensely, for not rushing to your aid as soon as possible — especially when the tragedy could’ve had been avoided, for being incapable of saving you from death’s door — unlike how you had rescued him back then, and for everything he owed you. Even as you flashed a faint grin at the distressed sorcerer, reminding him not to take the blame on his own, there was no way the male would forgive himself for something like this. 

Even if he had all the power in the world, what would be the meaning of all this  — when he couldn’t even save the one person he cared about the most?

"y/n ... I’m so sorry ...” A tinge of rawness laced with belated regret etched the back of Gojo’s throat whilst he croaked out his apology. 

“It’s never your fault, dummy ...” Reaching out your trembling hands, you weakly poke him on the cheek. Hearing this only made the sorcerer weep even harder, his grip on you tightening. His uniform was ensanguined with your blood, yet Gojo couldn’t care less about that at this moment. 

At this point, his only wish was to hold you in his arms for one more time. 

“Satoru ...”

“Yes?” The sorcerer sniffled through tears. 

“I want you to watch the sunset ... promise?” 

“It ... it would never be the same without you! No ... no way would I —“ He was about to protest when you shakily placed a finger to his lips. 

“Pl ... please.” 

Silence canopied the two of you like a blanket. 

“Wherever you are, I would always be there ... watching the sunset with you. Jus’ promise me ... this one last thing, ‘kay?” 

And with a heavy heart, Gojo nodded begrudgingly. 

“Live on ... and I love you, dummy.”

Smiling at him for the last time, you exhaled your last breath of air, passing away peacefully in the male’s trembling arms. Dazzling rays of the setting sun shone across the skyline, emanating its balmy radiance. Yet the sorcerer didn’t feel the same warmth from the sun as before. To him, its rays reached him, but they ceased to save Gojo from the tenebrosity of his heart. Your passing felt like a mighty rip from a page in his life; and without you, he was this close to giving up. 

Gojo Satoru was alive and breathing, yet this was the day when his heart died. 

Along with you. 

“Sensei, are—are you alright?” Concerned inquiries from his students snap the white-haired sorcerer back into reality. Adjusting his sunglasses and choking back a sob, he manages to give Itadori his long-awaited response. 

“... of course I have.” Gojo’s voice lowers to what feels like a hoarse, pained whisper. “Even the strongest sorcerer cannot save anyone. There is no way time can be rewound ... but all we can do is to live, for the sake of those who love and care immensely for us. Remember that, kids.” 

With that, he leaves the room, leaving the three first-years utterly speechless as they start to discuss how this is a brand new face of Gojo in which they have never discovered in the past — only curious as to why he is showing this side of himself now. 

As the saying goes — the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Yet for Gojo Satoru, the path to him becoming the strongest sorcerer of all time started with the agony of goodbye.

— now playing ➪ JJK remix —

GOJO Satoru

It started with goodbye

FUSHIGURO Megumi

why play pretend (when our love is real)

FAKE TEXTS

thirst lyric prank; megumi | itadori | gojo

THIRST LYRIC PRANK — Fushiguro Megumi edition

an: watching lyric pranks on youtube gave me life and so I made this lol. gojo and itadori’s version coming soon!

THIRST LYRIC PRANK — Gojo Satoru edition

an: itadori’s version coming soon!! and for those of you who missed, megumi’s version is here.