The tip of a silver blade touched the sensitive skin of your neck with a sharp sting. It pricked your collar like the point of a needle, but even as you turned your gaze to it’s wielder, no blood was drawn.
The purplish glow of the moon, dimmed only by a few passing clouds in the summer night’s sky, pushed through the open window of the quiet cottage; the same way that you yourself had just come in only a few moment’s ago, but it seemed your presence was much less welcome.
Your chin drew a careful line to the side, cautious not to move in any way that cut yourself on the tip of the weapon. As you shifted, the light of the crescent reflected off of the polished steel and into your soft eyes, keeping your pursuer hidden from sight.
Though, you didn’t need to see the holder to know who’s blade you -once again - stood at the end of. You had become all too familiar over the past few years.
“Y/n,” Kakashi said, as if it were a greeting. “Why is it that whenever there’s trouble, you’re never far behind it?”
A smirk formed at the corners of your mouth. There was an unwavering firmness in his tone. It was something forced; a way to cover any small bit of excitement or surprise that might have broken through. It was a mask, as obvious to you as the one he wore to cover his face.
He was conflicted, and you thought it was rather cute.
“Kakashi,” you purred, still careful not to move in any regrettable ways while at the end of his sword. “I have no rules anymore, I go where I want. Trouble’s got nothin’ to do with it.”
He held the blade firm. “A family died here,” he pointed out, but the hollowness of his words didn’t make you feel any more ashamed of your position.
“I didn’t kill them.” You rolled your eyes. Sure, you had stepped over their bodies on your way in, (you were only interested in what they no longer needed), but you hadn’t killed them. “Just like I wasn’t the one who killed those people last time you found me; you know that.”
The masked man added pressure to the tip of his weapon tracing your skin, and you winced.
“So, what then?” You tutted with a frown. “You’re going to kill me, but not even tell me why?” You had to bite your lip at the pain.
Beside you, Kakashi spat. “You know why.”
A little hum rang in your throat as you released a soft breath - one exceedingly more relaxed than the kind of breath your opponent was holding tightly within his own chest.
Yes, you did know why. There were few fates other than death for a deserter.
“Alright then, Kakashi.” Your e/c orbs found his in the moonlight. “Kill me.”
Your voice didn’t waiver as you made the command, but Kakashi hesitated. His gaze narrowed, watching you carefully with the light of the window as his guide to any sudden movements to retaliate, but you stayed still. You heard his gloved hands tighten around the hilt, but the steel still never broke the first layer of your skin. You both remained as you were for a moment that felt much longer than it was, but then you heard that tight breath unravel from Kakashi’s chest, and the pressure of the sword against your neck was lifted.
“Ah~” A satisfied little giggle slipped from you. “You still can’t do it, can you?”
Cautiously you stepped back from the blade, and it did not follow. The silver-haired man went limp, and his arms fell to his sides. With a rather lascivious smile pulling at your mouth, you moved towards him; Kakashi didn’t shy away as you stepped in front of him, and placed your hands on the lines of his jaw.
“Kakashi dear, you should know by now…”
Your words were sweet, and almost nurturing, as you pulled the mask away from his skin, revealing a face you had already seen so many times before. A face you missed each time he left you alone in the night once more. Kakashi turned his chin away from you, ashamed of the things he was feeling - the fiery, enchanting, addicting things he felt every time he was with you.
You caught his face in your hands as he moved, and turned it back to yours.
“It happens this way every time,” you hummed to him, lifting your cheeks until your nose brushed with his.
Your tiny touches had Kakashi’s mind reeling; he always loved how soft and warm your skin was.
His fingers came to rest on the curves of your hips. Each digit dug into the soft sponge of your skin, gripping as if he were going to push you away but instead he tugged your body closer, and your pelvis ground into his.
Kakashi flickered his gaze down to you, and when he spoke, the tips of his lips brushed against yours tiredly. Defeated.
“I shouldn’t still be in love with you…”
His tone was pained, but the hands on your hips -moving down to your thighs- were needy. You brushed a thumb over the top of his cheek, releasing a warm sigh that kissed his cold skin.
“But you are,” you said, and tilted your chin.
Kakashi’s lips met yours with a passionate and desperate fire. The exciting heat you filled him with was just comforting enough to dull the pain of his guilt as he fell into your arms, and surrendered to his truth.
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we already knew kenjaku was a milf but the thought of them giving birth to and caring for yuuji is still unbelievably funny to me like what villain would involve labor as part of their evil plan
→ heartbroken after breaking up with his ex, suna rintaro hits up an old flame to ease the pain. or at least using you to get someone off his mind was what he intended, until suna realizes that maybe, you were the real one he truly wanted to forget.
cw. explicit smut. fingering. body marking (hickeys.) drama. undertones of angst. implications of unhealthy relationships. cursing. mystery for this chapter. half-edited…i’m sorry :<<
notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated <33 AND I MADE IT TO THE PROMISED THURSDAY UPDATES YAY
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[ playing track 004. ] → i still can’t say the goodbye that I dreamed in the days when i’ve been counting … i’m still not familiar with the repetition of the same events from that season - if i had been a little more mature, what could i have said?
oh gosh oh gosh I was squealing so hard sukiiiiiii 🤍🤍🤍🤍!!!The past couple of days had been so monotonous barely sleeping barely eating and barely getting up from doing school work BUT THIS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL I finally found a break time and this was the best way to spend it. thank you for writing this sm youre heaven sent 😫🙏🙏
I really didn't want to finish the chapter so soon (prolonging the happiness!) I actually took a nap midway after kita was called adorable cuz i screamed into my pillow and oh wow kinda decided to just stay there and think of kita and mc getting together until i eventually fell asleep (didnt realize i was that tired!) waking up an hour later and realizing i had the rest of the story to look forward to made me so happy 😭😭😭 it's like waking up to food. may i also petition to turn this into a kita fic he was perfect in this 💗ughhh my heart cant stop beating from the way you depicted him (and hurting from the way we treated him 😳) anyways, i also noticed how suna's explanation to mari was always mc not wanting him and not the other way around tsk i feel bad for mari so she can have suna i guess 🤍
title : minazuki [10: hidden inventory arc]
pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n
Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, romance, smut, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)
Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.
Warnings: big spoilers for gojo’s past arc, major character death, and mentions of small insecurities
notes: hsjsksakakakakakaka, help i loved this chapter @aprosperlys i remembered talking to u about this once, i hope u love it heheheeh
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Although the memories haunted you, you’re more or less grateful that you see a familiar face again amidst the turmoil. Meanwhile, Satoru comes to a painful conclusion regarding what his place is in your life.
okAY yall!!!! this chapter!!!!! thank you sm pat for writing this, my heart was clenching deliciously I did not expect gojo to react this way and oh gosh EVERYTHING FROM SENDAI THE FESTIVAL THE SOUVENIRS AND TINY HINTS LITTERED ACROSS THIS SERIES??? the parallels and all ughhhhh 😫😫😫💗💗💗💗
can i just keep going back to the haibara and mc moments like hes such a cutie BUT THE WAY MC INDIRECTLY CAUSED HIS DEMISE just— no. I can't get over that pls she cared for him so much. another thing, Nanami and his friendship with mc is 🙏🙏🙏 we are blessed. hes such a good friend to her 🥺 i laughed sm when mc was wondering why gojo was in a bad mood then decided oh! let's invite nanami like HAHAHA bruh. and nanami lowkey playing wingman and being the third party too asdfghjkh i loved this sm 🤍
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oh my god, i'm turkish and seeing foreigners reblogging this honestly brought me to tears.
since the post above, three more people have died and thousands of more homes have burned down, but thankfully some of the fires have been extinguished. but this doesn't mean the fight is over.
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title : minazuki [6:Itadori Yuuji]
pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n
Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, romance, smut, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)
Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.
Warnings: language, heavy misogyny, mentions of major character death, MANGA SPOILERS BELOW (GOJO’S PAST ARC), messed up family dynamics, mentions of cheating, panic attack, mild nsfw themes, brief mentions of marital abuse and marital rape, mentions of accidental pregnancy, classism, brief mentions of rape
Notes: if: the chapters r kinda getting longer as the story gets deeper :”) still not beta’d cos we die like men yeET.
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The guilt continues to clamor you up, choking you and as you try to pacify it, you end up doing things you don’t expect.
you're sitting in the car across the street, wiping the tears from your eyes, angry at yourself for letting dumb shit like this even get to you, when you hear the loud slamming of a house door in the distance. looking up to find your boyfriend—no, fiancé—angrily stomping towards your car. he rounds the front and yanks open the driver’s door and climbs in, aggressively slamming it shut. the sound rings throughout the car.
the silence is deafening, and you feel like you should say something. so you settle for words that aren’t right, but are the ones you’re used to saying. “i’m sor—”
“don’t,” kuroo spits, glaring at the wheel, before grunting and pushing the heels of his hands against his eyes, leaning back against the headrest. “fuck. this was a fucking terrible idea.”
your stomach drops, and you stare at your lap. it had been your idea to see his mother, a light nudge for a meal and a conversation since you hadn’t met her yet. what if we invite her to the wedding were your exact words. she’s still your mom. i think she deserves to know.
tetsurō had been skeptical, because he isn’t friendly with his mother. they’re civil; they see each other occasionally and send cards and small gifts for celebrations, but your boyfriend—fiancé—says that they’re all empty gestures. his mom left when he was young, and he and his sister were raised by their dad and grandparents. if she really cared, if she really wanted to be part of the celebrations, she wouldn’t have disappeared.
it might be a juvenile way of thinking, because relationships fail all the time, but tetsurō maintains it. she could’ve left, sure, but she still had children; she could have visited, called, something. he’d said that he only started having dinner with her when he had to move closer to university, nearer to her house. at first he hadn’t wanted to, but he was a broke college student who appreciated a free meal every now and again.
but you’d insisted on the dinner, and tetsu set it up at your pleas. you’d thanked him profusely, assuring his constant warnings, bought your favorite bottle of champagne, and dressed your best to make a fabulous impression. it was a naïve thought to have, but you’d thought that maybe if you made a good first impression, she’d like you, and tetsu and his mom would start talking again. have a relationship.
but the woman was shrewd—critical, haughty, and downright mean. she’d turned her nose at your champagne, gave your dress a scrutinizing once over, and—worst of all—openly spoke of how tetsurō could do so much better, tetsu, she had a business partner who’s daughter was absolutely beautiful. a graduate of tokyo university, too! if he knew what was good for him, he should leave you.
it was like a slap to the face to not only not have the woman’s approval, but to also be told to your face that there were options waiting for tetsurō if he so much as asked. it was one thing to speculate that your mother-in-law-to-be didn’t like you; it was another thing entirely to be told that you were replaceable by the woman herself.
your heart felt like it shattered into a million hopeless pieces, and you weakly excused yourself from the table, not even bothering to listen to tetsurō calling out for you. you simply marched out of that wretched woman’s house and to your fiancé’s car, and he’d probably unlocked the door before you got there because the handle had some give.
and now you find yourself here.
your sniffling has died down, but kuroo is still livid. he’s glaring at the dashboard like it killed his dog. “she had no right—she had no right,” he spits gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white.
you remain silent.
“she—she fucking—,” he lets go of the wheel and roughly cards his fingers through his hair. he takes a deep breath and turns to you. “she shouldn’t have said any of those things to you.”
and as much as you want to agree, you can’t. because you’ve always thought that way. tetsurō was an amazing guy, and it was hard to think that you deserved all the happiness he gave you everyday. you know you’re difficult to deal with sometimes, and you’re not that pretty, or that smart. you’re average. and tetsurō was not.
“she shouldn’t have—argh!” he slams at the wheel and the harsh horn makes you jump. “she had no fucking right!
“she wasn’t there when i got fucking fired from my first god damn job, she wasn’t there when my cat fucking died, she wasn’t there when my sister got pregnant, or when i had to look for a different apartment when the landlord got foreclosed on, or when i worked myself to the bone and got myself hospitalized for dehydration. she wasn’t there, for years, and she think she knows what’s good for me?”
you stare at your lap.
“you know who was there?” he continues angrily. “you! you were by my side when i was broke as shit, when i felt like a complete idiot for not being able to hold a job for more than two weeks, when my fifteen-year-old cat died. you helped me find a new apartment, took care of me when i got sick, and you even fucking helped me get a god damn job. she doesn’t know shit, doesn’t know half of how much you love me, how much you take care of me, and she fucking tells me that i should leave you?
“how dare she talk to you the way she did tonight!” he roars. “fuck her! fucking—fuck! her!”
his breath comes in pants once his rant is over, and it feels like it takes hours before he calms down. he leans his head on the top of his steering wheel. “fuck.”
“i’m sorry,” you squeak apologetically. “you tried to warn me.”
“you just...” he lets out a sigh. “i get it. she’s my mom, and we’re getting married, it’s just... god. i fucking hate it when people talk shit about you.” he slides his hands down the sides of the wheel and reaches to grab one of yours over the handbrake.
“don’t listen to her, okay? ” he practically begs you, brow furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he presses your hand against his lips. “i love you. i’ll only ever love you. you have—you have no idea." he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “please. please don’t ever leave me. i don’t—i don’t know what i’d do without you. i’ll do my best to make you happy for the rest of my life. i promise.
“just, please,” he begs, “please don’t leave me.”
you can’t lie and say that you aren’t devastated that your husband-to-be’s mother thinks you’re not worth his while, but you’ve known kuroo for years. you love him. you know him.
you trust him.
“i’ll never leave you,” you whisper. he lets out a grateful breath.
a/n: holy fuck, it’s here. It’s finally here. writing this might be the hardest thing I did- sucked my soul right out of my body. If it flops I’m going to be very, very sad.
synopsis: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. For someone so terrified of heart breaks, both you and Atsumu sure play the part of the fools well.
part one
genre and warnings: angst. post-break-up, cursing, tw:drinking
There’s something about Miya Atsumu; it breaks your heart.
As you watch the ball flying over the court, screams erupting in your ears, you find your hands holding on the bars shaking. It’s not one of the important games Inarizaki is playing that year, but it is going to determine if they can keep playing in the tournaments, so the whole school is there to watch.
Unfortunately for you, of course.
Looking at the blonde standing in the middle of his side of the court, Atsumu Miya looks heartbreakingly beautiful.
a/n: so this is very much self indulgent, and I’m hesitant at publishing it because it hits kind of close to home? Yeah it was very hard for me to push thru and finish the fic but here ya go. I hope you enjoy the ride!!
Warnings: cursing, mentions of lying, break-up, mentions of smoking, mentions of smoking, maybe?? Bullying?? Not openly but there’s a hint
Genre: fluff, angst, bad ending til I write the second part, 6.8k
Synopsis: You always knew it was easy to get your heart broken, but a a sentence was all it took for you. “How do you tell someone you only dated them for a bet?”
It’s at past midnight he meets your eyes for the first time in forever.
Atsumu missed you, that’s for sure. You can tell by the dark circles painting under his eyes, by the sudden hurt that surfaces in his familiar warm-brown eyes, by how his eyes widen with disbelief whether it’s you who’s staring back at him.
You missed him, too. Your heart takes a turn, and your breath refuses to enter your lungs for the few seconds your eyes are locked together. A lump you got too familiar with after meeting the blond starts forming in your throat, and you have to give it your everything to smile at the boy who had broken your heart like it didn’t matter. It hadn’t mattered, though, not until it was too late.
Atsumu is no better, he wants to run after you, and he feels nauseous with the feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach. But he’s been a coward ever since he met you, or maybe he always was the coward, but you just brought it out for him to see.
You both were afraid of getting your hearts broken, so much that you never let people get too close, not letting them in, pushing everyone away when they started pushing through the walls you had set for yourself.
You were a fool for getting your heart broken, though, a bigger fool for letting him, Atsumu Miya of all people, break your heart.
It’s hard to tell how it happened, but easier to tell what happened. You, the girl who is scared of getting close to people, who people are friends with but never anything more, fell for someone you shouldn’t have.
Not close friends, not flirts, not lovers, nothing but simple friends, you guarded yourself so well all this time with well-made walls that won’t let anyone push through.
There was one person who was talented enough to break your walls. You’d think it would require more than a cocky smile and a funny, though also shitty, personality, but ironically, it’s Miya Atsumu who makes his way into your heart, the boy who knew of no boundaries.
So you admit defeat, that it’s your fault for getting your heart broken. After all, it was you who trusted no one, trusted the boy no one else did.
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