when i search up â(character) x readerâ and 90% of the fics are smut
NOT bashing smut writers/readers!! i just wish there were more fluff or angst ffs :(
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when i search up â(character) x readerâ and 90% of the fics are smut
NOT bashing smut writers/readers!! i just wish there were more fluff or angst ffs :(
âhey what e-book are you reading there?â
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THE ALCHEMY
Whereâs the trophy? He just comes running over to me
â pairing : cedric diggory x fem!reader
â summary : you were hogwartsâ golden couple â both quidditch captains, both prefects, both hopelessly in love. until your family forced you to break his heart. a year later, the feelings are still there, stronger than ever, but so are the rumours about cho chang. when cedric is chosen as hogwartsâ champion, you finally speak to him again. not to win him back⊠just to help him survive.
â wc : 4.9k
â second chance romance, golden couple, aching to touch him / her
The first time she saw Cedric Diggory, they were only third years, barely fourteen, and it was raining. Sounds romantic, doesnât it? Well, it wasnât. She was in the middle of Quidditch practice, the rain was so heavy she could barely see, and that led her to crash into one of her teammates. He managed to cling to his broom; but she didnât. She plummeted straight into the mud, crashing hard into the pitch. Every inch of her hurt, and when she opened her eyes after the fall, a boy with storm-grey eyes was crouched beside her, worry etched across his face.
âAre you alright?â
The only thing she managed in response was a groan.
âThat was quite a fall, we should get you to Madam Pomfrey.â
She soon noticed that the entire Hufflepuff team had gathered around her, curious and concerned. Anyone could have stepped forward. But Cedric moved first. And because of that, one of the most fated love stories Hogwarts had ever seen truly began.
By the time they were sixteen, they were two of the schoolâs most outstanding students. Prefects, Quidditch captains, always at the top of their class. They were bright, determined, and the kind of couple people rolled their eyes and say âof course theyâre togetherâ. The golden students, everyone called them. But no one truly knew them.
No one saw the way she braided his hair when she was anxious about an exam, or how he kissed both her cheeks every morning at breakfast. They didnât know about the silly good-luck handshake they had before every match, or the way they spoke for hours about their fears of failure, their doubts, their dreams â and how, with each other, none of it felt too heavy to carry. They werenât just a couple, they were best friends, and they werenât perfect. But they were safe, and in a world that demanded so much of them both, that was more than enough. For a time, it felt like it would last forever. They were always together. Truly in love.
Until they couldnât be anymore.
Her family didnât see love â they saw distraction. She still remembers that letter, and the threats written in it. They made it clear: people with her surname were expected to aim higher, to protect the family name, to never let some teenage boy soften her ambition. They called it a phase and a brief, foolish distraction. They gave her a choice, but it never felt like a choice. Not with the promises they made⊠not with the consequences they vowed would follow if she disobeyed, and she, ever the people-pleaser, did as they asked. She broke up with him.
It wasnât quiet, and it wasnât clean. Her, sobbing in the owlery at midnight, unable to form a sentence. Cedric, heartbroken, begging her to explain. She was too shattered to hold her composure, especially not when she saw the agony in the boy she loved. And when that single tear slipped down his cheek, the only thing that left her lips was, âIâm sorry.â Then she ran, because she knew she wouldnât survive it if she saw him cry because of her.
It didnât go unnoticed either. The next day, she didnât sit beside him at the Hufflepuff table, her eyes were puffy, and Cedric didnât speak with anyone for nearly two weeks. The rumours flew, ridiculous as always: cheating, competition, and even falling out of love. All of them wrong.
That was nearly a year ago.
She spent the months since pretending it didnât matter. Her marks stayed exceptional, her Quidditch team soared, and her family couldnât have been prouder. But nothing filled the void.
She avoided Cedric at all costs. Dodged him in corridors, woke early to skip him at breakfast, sat at the opposite end of every shared class. She was trying so hard to convince herself that it was for the best.
But the feelings didnât fade. They simply buried themselves deep, and recently, theyâve been clawing their way back up, thanks to the castleâs favourite subject of gossip.
âDid you see him? With Cho Chang. Heard someone say she watched him practise yesterday⊠and they went to Hogsmeade after. You donât thinkâ?â
She tries to brush it off, because theyâre not together and they havenât been for nearly a year. Heâs allowed to move on, but it still hurts every time she hears his name, because no one has ever made her feel something that real. She swore sheâd never speak to him again â for both their sakes, and she kept her word.
Until the Goblet of Fire changed everything.
His name is called, heâs been chosen as Hogwarts Champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and her world becomes blurry. It echoed in her ears, followed by the cheers, the applause, and she blinks, trying to understand whatâs about to happen. Everyone stood up around her, jubilant. She stayed seated, feeling her heart beat as fast as if itâs going to pop out of her chest. He walked forward, proud, smiling, and then, for the briefest of moments, his eyes met hers. She doesnât know what he saw in her expression, because she doesnât even know what she was feeling â but her hands trembled and her chest ached, so she just looked away.
The next morning, she went to the owlery, ready to send yet another glowing academic update to her family, but just as she stepped inside, something knocked into her, and she slipped. She landed hard on the stone floor. Looked up â and there he was, just like the very first time.
âAre you alright?â
His face was flooded with concern, like that day in the rain, on the Quidditch pitch. She nodded, but her throat closed up, then he offered his hand, so she took it, and when she stood, she made sure to avoid his gaze.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âDidnât see you coming.â
âNo worries,â she murmured.
The silence that followed was far from comfortable. She felt his eyes on her, pleading silently for her to meet them. The tension increases, and she doesnât know how to act, suddenly she even forgets how to use her hands, and the letter she was holding slipped to the floor. She hurries to grab it, but he does the same, so their heads collided with a painful thunk.
âSorry!â
âSorry!â
They both laughed. For the first time in months, she saw his smile, and it was for her. She felt like her heart could explode right there.
âCongratulations,â she said. âFor being chosen.â
âThanks. Didnât think itâd be me.â
Another silence threatened to form, but she broke it with a question she was eager to ask.
âAre you scared?â His eyes told her everything, but still, he answered.
âYes.â Then, after a moment⊠âAre you?â
The question caught her off-guard. She couldnât answer, it felt like her voice was stuck in her throat. So she lets her eyes speak for her.
âIâll be alright,â he said gently, trying to reassure her.
âI donât know. No one really knows what these tasks will be, Iâve been reading about the Tournament and thereâve been deaths, Cedric. Once, the task involved a basilisk. Do you even know what youâve gotten yourself into?â
âNot really,â he admitted. âDidnât think Iâd actually be chosen. But youâve done your research â why?â
Because the moment she heard heâd put his name in the Goblet, her heart dropped, and even if she prayed he wouldnât be chosen, her mind prepared itself for the worst. She had to.
âCuriosity.â
âYou do know you were always a terrible liar, do you?â
Ever since that encounter in the owlery, she hadnât been able to stop thinking about him. His eyes, his smile, the way he admitted with complete honesty that he was afraid. It had felt like maybe, just maybe, not everything between them had been completely shattered.
A couple days later, she decided she would just carry on, with no distractions. It was for the best, but when she entered entered into the library and saw him sitting alone at a table, reading a massive tome on magical creatures, she couldnât help but approach.
âThat bookâs outdated⊠look at the year,â she whispered. âThey reclassified some of the creatures a few years ago. Iâve seen a more complete version somewhere in here. Green cover, gold edges, and a wampus on the frontâ.
âThanks,â he said glancing up at her, a flicker of surprise on his face. âWould you help me find it?â
She knew she shouldnât, because if anyone saw them together, the rumours would surely start to fly around. But it was late, the library was nearly empty, and they could always find a table hidden in some forgotten corner. So she nodded, and together they walked in search of the book.
They spent the evening writing down potential beasts Cedric might have to face as part of the Tournament. The library was already empty, and the silence between them would only break whenever they came across a promising creature, however, the tension between them was ever present. And thatâs how it all began.
It became a quiet habit; studying together for hours, long after everyone else had gone back to their dormitories, surrounded by books and floating lanterns, Cedricâs scent lingering in her senses despite the respectable distance between them. She was only helping him prepare, or at least she wanted to convince herself that it was only that, because every time she caught him watching her, a knot formed in her throat, or when their knees brushed under the table, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through her entire body.
Being near him made her feel calm, but also on edge. She longed to touch him again â to hold his hand, run her fingers through that soft chestnut hair, or feel the warmth of one of his hugs. Now, more than ever, it was impossible to keep those feelings buried, and the curiosity of not knowing if he was feeling the same way was just killing her slowly.
âWhy are you really helping me?â He asked one evening, out of nowhere. She avoided his gaze, and closed the book in front of her. âYou donât owe me anything, and itâs not like your family would approve.â
She looked at him, and for a moment, she lost herself in the candlelight reflecting in his eyes and the perfect curve of his jaw.
âThey wonât find out, and if they do, Iâll say I was just studying.â
âWell, technically you are. But thatâs not answering my question.â
She sighed, and then let the truth slip from her lips.
âI never stopped caring, Ced. I want you to survive this.â
Their eyes didnât part for a single second after that, and the smile he gave her in response made her heart feel warm. He dropped the quill in his hand, then slowly reached out, lacing his fingers with hers, gently and carefully, as though the touch itself might burn them both. She held his hand tightly, and wished sheâd never have to let him go again.
The first task was only a week away, and their study sessions had become more intense than ever, but between books and scrolls, they began to give in to the pull between them more and more. They sat closer each time, held hands beneath the table, and Cedric made sure to kiss her cheek every time they said goodbye. Sometimes, when she managed to make him laugh loud enough for the librarian to hush them, the sound of his laughter stayed with her for the rest of the week. And sometimes, when she rested her head on Cedricâs shoulder, he made sure not to move an inch so she could stay there for as long as possibleâjust long enough for him to memorise the feel of her hair brushing against his cheek.
Despite that, they didnât speak during the day. She had to be cautious, had to keep it secret, otherwise, her family would find out, and once again everything would come crumbling down. Cedric understood, so when she saw him in the corridors, he merely offered her a soft smile, though deep down she longed to run to him, to hold him, maybe even kiss him.
That evening, Cedric had asked her to meet him later than usual in the Restricted Section of the library. Apparently, Professor Sprout had secured them special permission to access books with more detailed information. When she arrived, Cedric was leaning against a wall, reading a thick volume on dragons.
âHi.â
âHey.â When he looked up, she noticed something had shifted in him. âCome on, letâs go in.â
He opened the door to the Restricted Section, let her in first, and closed it behind them. He muttered a simple âFollow me,â and strode quickly towards a specific set of shelves.
âCedâŠâ she called out, slightly uneasy. He seemed rushed.
âDragons,â he whispered. âThe first task is dragons.â
Her heart dropped. Her lips parted, and her expression turned visibly shaken.
âWhatâŠ?â
âHarry told me. Apparently he saw them. But Iâm not sure if weâre supposed to run from them, trick them, orâŠâ
âThey canât expect you to fight a bloody dragon. Thatâd be mad if thatâs what theyâre asking.â
âIf thatâs what they want, I need to be ready. Ready for anything, to distract, confuse, defeat⊠I donât know what Iâll do. Iâve never even seen a dragon in real life, and Iâve spent the whole day reading stupid dragon books, trying to stay calm, but I canâtâI canât deal with a bloody dragon. This was a foolish decision, I donât know what Iâm doing, I donâtâŠâ
He was rifling through all the books in the section when she noticed his breathing start to sound ragged. The words stopped leaving his lips, and his body began to tremble, so she quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face her, just so their eyes could meet.
âCed, breathe. Just breathe. Iâm here. Youâre okay, and you will be okay,â she said, cupping his face gently. âLook at meâeverythingâs going to be fine, alright?â
Cedric blinked rapidly, trying to regain control. He sank to the floor, and she followed without hesitation. Sitting face to face, she took his hands in hers and didnât let go. His skin was ice cold.
âIâll help you survive this, weâll find the perfect way for you to face the task,â she whispered, watching him carefully as he worked to calm his breath again. âIâm not going to lose you. Not again.â
At that moment, Cedric looked up, and the moment their eyes met, she felt her heart pound violently in her chest. His gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, and slowly, he let go of one of her hands and placed it delicately on her cheek, drawing closer to her face. She, too, leaned in, struggling to contain the fire that had ignited inside her. Now her breathing was as uneven as his had been only seconds before.
Their foreheads brushed, and Cedric tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, as if trying to see her better, to memorise every part of this moment. Their noses touched, and their lips were so close they could feel the warmth of the otherâs breath, but neither dared close the distance. She didnât, because she knew if she kissed him, she wouldnât be able to stop. He didnât, because he wasnât sure if it was truly what she wanted.
Cedric closed his eyes, and just as he was about to erase the space between them, she pulled away. Only slightly. Just enough to stop the kiss.
âI canât, CedâŠâ
âI know,â he answered, quietly, resigned, exhausted, his desire contained and unspoken.
He let go of her face, but wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into him, in an embrace that said all the words they wouldnât speak.
âThank you for helping me. Even with everything⊠thank you for not letting me go through this alone.â
She smiled and hugged him tightly in return.
âIt wouldâve broken my heart to know you were going through this on your own.â
Cedric said nothing. He simply held her in his arms, wishing this moment could last forever. And when he finally let go, she felt the cold return instantlyâlike being caught under winter snow with no cloak to protect her.
âWe should keep searching,â she said softly.
âYes. RightâŠâ
They continued searching for information about dragons, but after that closeness⊠neither of them could truly concentrate.
There was less than a day left before the First Task, and she knew Cedric couldnât be more ready for it. When night fell, she felt strange realising that Cedric no longer waited for her in the library, and that they probably wouldnât speak again until they found out what the Second Task was about. She planned to go to bed early, but during dinner she overheard murmurs from people saying no one could find Cedric to wish him luck. Not even Cho Chang had been able to see him. So she immediately knew where he was.
The night was clear, which was rare for late November, and though it was cold, the wind blew very softly. She gripped her broom tightly, and when she stepped into the Quidditch pitch, she saw him in the distance, flying higher than usual. She mounted her broom and flew until she found him face to face.
âYouâre not trying to get yourself killed before the task, are you?â she said, hoping to make him laugh. He looked at her and gave her a soft smile, then continued to look up at the sky, as if he might find answers there. âYou shouldnât be out here alone, everyoneâs looking for you to wish you luck.â
âI wanted to clear my head, get away from everything.â
âWell, I suppose Iâll go then,â she said still playfully, and he responded with a soft laugh.
âAway from everything, except you⊠because I knew youâd find me,â he said, looking straight into her eyes. âI still remember the first time we met, right here.â
âI remember the pain⊠and the mud,â they both laughed, nostalgic.
âWe should go down,â he said.
She followed him to one of the stands. Once there, they left their brooms aside and sat facing each other, their knees brushing.
âYou know, I donât think Iâve ever felt more like myself than when I was with you.â
âYouâre with me now,â she replied, trying to keep the playful tone.
âYou know what I mean.â When Cedric looked at her with a serious expression, she knew it was time to stop joking. âI felt like I could do anything if you were by my side. Iâve missed this, all this time. Not just your help â you.â
She wasnât prepared to hear that. Her heart stopped for a second, and she could feel all those repressed feelings taking over.
âI thought youâd moved on. Everyone says you and ChoâŠâ
âNo one really knows whatâs going on. Sheâs kind and sweet to me, and I like her, just not in that specific way, simply because sheâs notâŠâ
His eyes met hers. That left her with an expression of confusion, though she knew exactly what he meant to say. Cho wasnât her.
âAre you scared?â she asked. It was the only thing she managed to say.
âYes, but not because of the task. Iâm scared I wonât see you again.â
She felt something crack in her chest.
âShut up, Cedric, donât say that,â she whispered in pain. âDonât be stupid, donât say that, please⊠I already told you Iâm not losing you again.â
Without even realising, she leaned towards him and held him by the shoulders. It was an impulse; the tears clouded not only her sight but her mind too. Feeling her so close, Cedric held her by the waist, pulling her gently towards him unconsciously.
âIf I donât make it through the taskâŠâ
âShut up. You will make it. Youâre Cedric freaking Diggory, the Goblet chose you for a reason. I know youâll get through this alive, and you better, because I believe in you.â
âAnd thatâs all I need,â he whispered, and his voice sounded like it was hanging by a thread.
She didnât answer, just looked at him, a few silent tears rolling down her cheeks â tears Cedric made sure to wipe away. And with that, everything inside her changed completely. After months of wanting to hold him, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel like she was his again even just for a moment⊠she had the chance for all of it and more. They were getting closer and closer, and the freezing night began to feel warmer. When they were only inches apart, she could swear Cedric could hear her heart beating. He didnât let go of her waist for a second, and after sharing a look heavy with emotion, she held Cedric by the neck, beginning to close the gap between them.
When their noses brushed, she made sure to be fully present in that moment sheâd dreamed about so often. He leaned in, and their lips touched with hesitation, as if still asking for permission â but she made sure he knew he didnât need it.
It was a soft kiss at first, sweet, as if they were trying to remember how to kiss each other. And once they found the rhythm, something exploded between them; months of silence, pent-up desire, pain, and repressed love. It all surfaced like a crashing wave. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, even desperate, as if they were both afraid that separating would make it all disappear. But it wouldnât. They were there, nearly burning with longing.
Cedric slid a hand under her jumper, pulling her closer to him with urgent need, and she just kept her hands to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. When Cedric finally moved both hands down her back, she had no choice but to sit on his lap, her legs astride him. She clung to his shirt, pulling him as close as possible, and she increased the kissâs intensity when he rested his hands on her bum.
Their lips locked fiercely, their bodies drawn like magnets, and Cedricâs warmth clashed violently with the cold night air â yet she didnât shiver, but only because he was there, because she was finally feeling him again. So hot, so desperate, just for her.
Cedric moaned softly against her lips when she rocked her hips hard against him, prompting her to bite his lip gently, telling him to stay quiet. She was losing control â the sweet, devoted girl vanished from her body, and in her place was someone full of desire and love for a boy. She began to leave kisses along his neck, and just when she was about to unbutton his trousers, a noise on the pitch stopped them.
Immediately, they ducked down, hiding behind the railing and trying to avoid being seen by whoever might be out there. But they saw nothing, so it remained a mystery â and a supremely annoying interruption. After catching their breath, they exchanged a look of disbelief, then smiled at the same time. She didnât hesitate to throw herself at him in a hug. He held her by the waist, and they shared a laugh of pure happiness.
âIâve been waiting for monthsâŠâ she tried to say, but he interrupted her with a tender kiss.
âI know,â he replied, caressing her face gently and giving her a small smile. âI donât want to lose this.â
They fell silent for a moment, wrapped in the soft breeze and the starlight. No one else in this school, or the entire world, knew what had just happened, and no one else ever would. This had been a moment for the two of them, and no one else.
âIf you promise me youâll survive the tournament, I promise youâll never lose me again.â
âI promise Iâll make it out of this tournament alive,â he said, certain and sincere, looking at her in the eyes.
âThen Iâll make sure I never leave your side again.â
Even though it hadnât been her name drawn from the Goblet, her stomach had been twisting with nerves since the moment sheâd woken up. She had never felt fear like this before; her mind wouldnât stop conjuring up the worst scenarios, and not even Cedricâs words could soothe her now.
Since the morning, she hadnât been able to clear her thoughts. She knew Cedric was prepared, because theyâd read every single book that might be useful, practised spell after spell, again and again. But that didnât change the reality: in just a few minutes, Cedric would be standing in front of a real dragon, trying to steal a bloody golden egg, and there was absolutely nothing she could do but watch and try not to faint.
The stadium roared with cheers; everyone else seemed so excited they might burst. But not her, she was so worried she thought she might die.
She didnât take her eyes off the entrance to the field. Any moment now, Cedric would appear, and when he finally did, the world slowed down. Her golden boy stepped into the arena with his head held high, gripping his wand tightly, ready to complete the task. Almost at the same time, the dragon was released â a Swedish Short-Snout. She recognised it by the silver-blue scales and the frantic, azure flames it spat into the air.
She gripped the railing tightly, praying Cedric would find a way to beat the creature quickly. As soon as the dragon spotted him, it rushed to attack him, without hesitation, and a scream tore from her throat before she even realised.
âRun, Ced! Come on, you can do this!â
Ten agonising minutes passed as Cedric tried to figure out a way to outsmart the beast. Ten minutes of ducking, dodging, hiding. Her heart was pounding, palms slick with sweat, her voice barely audible. Fear had taken hold of her body, and she was sure that if Cedric didnât grab the stupid egg soon, she was going to break down and cry from sheer panic.
Then, he started to run â leaping over rocks, rolling away from jets of fire that nearly caught him. And when he reached a far corner of the field, he finally acted.
From there, he transfigured a massive rock into a dog on the opposite side of the arena. The dragon took the bait immediately, bolting after the illusion. Cedric seized the chance and dashed for the egg. When he finally had it in his hands, he held it up high and sprinted towards the exit, desperate to escape the nightmare.
But just as he was about to reach it, the dragon released a stream of blue fire in his direction. When the flames died down, the entire stadium saw it â the side of his face, glowing red-hot with a vicious burn.
In that moment, she wished she knew exactly how to heal that kind of injury, to erase every ounce of pain he might be feeling. And when she finally saw him make it out of the arena, the crowd exploded into cheers.
Heâd done it. And she could finally breathe again.
The instant she saw him pass through the gates, she ran straight for the medical tent, desperate to see with her own eyes â to feel with her own hands â that he was still alive. But just as she was about to enter, she saw Cho Chang slip inside first. Of course. Sheâd forgotten.
Something inside her twisted, but there was nothing she could do about it. So she simply turned around and made her way back to the stands to watch the other champions.
She barely registered the rest of the task. All she could think about was hugging Cedric, congratulating him⊠maybe even kissing him out of sheer joy.
Once Harry Potter had secured his golden egg, the stands began to empty. Down below, a crowd had gathered outside the tent to wait for the champions. She joined them, just to be there when Cedric came out.
And when he did, she started clapping, cheering his name.
âCedric, show us the trophy!â Some shouted, but he didnât seem to hear them. He stood there, completely still, scanning the crowd.
And when his eyes found hers, he didnât hesitate. He moved toward her with a huge smile on his face. Her heart started to race, and she thought she might burst when Cedric ignored everyone else, just to get to her.
Whereâs the trophy? She hadnât the faintest idea, because what mattered in that moment was that he just came running to her.
When he reached her, Cedric bent down, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her off the ground. She didnât even have time to react, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, right there, in front of everyone.
And he did.
He kissed her, sweetly and tenderly, a grin tugging at his lips between each brush of their mouths. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Cedric rested his forehead against hers, still smiling. His lips were hot, his skin marked by the dragonâs fire, and his eyes⊠his is eyes shone like she was the only thing heâd won that day.
And there they stood, in the middle of roaring cheers and celebration, with half of Hogwarts watching â but everything else melted away.
It was just them, holding each other in the middle of the chaos, like the world had stopped⊠just, and only for them.
Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
Unsoulmate
Dark!Geto Suguru x reader -Soulmate AU
word count: 9.1k
Synopsis: You are one of the few people in the world without a soulmate. When your friend finally meets hers, you give her the brightest smile, pretending not to feel that ache in your chest. But her soulmate is a bit strange, and you feel like you're the only one who notices.
(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, infidelity, rape/noncon, afab reader, tw selfharm(not done to mc))
Unmei was your best friend in the entire world.Â
You met her when you two were still learning to read and write. You were neighbors, classmates, practically attached at the hip. There was a running joke in the neighborhood that you two were sisters in a past life.Â
She was with you on the night of your 13th birthday, when not a single name scrawled itself in black ink on your wrist.Â
Youâd cried for days. All youâd ever wanted was a soulmate. Finding out the universe decided you didnât deserve one was heart crushing.Â
Back then, Unmei looked at her own soulmark with disgust.Â
âWell, if you donât have one, then I donât want a soulmate, either.â Sheâd declared with a large grin, wiping away your tears. âBesides, Geto Suguru is a stupid name, anyway.âÂ
Even back then, you knew it was a joke. Not a promise. She just wanted you to cheer up. She wasnât agreeing to be a spinster with you.Â
Still, when she called you with the news, something broke within you.Â
â-Heâs great! Heâs so great!â Her voice crackles through the phone. âIâve never met someone so kind and gentle. And his face! Heâs so handsome. It was love at first sight.âÂ
She excitedly tells you how they met, how heâd tapped her shoulder in the library, asking if she knew where to find a book. Sheâd only seen a glimpse of his badge, his name, and then the rest was history.Â
The more she talks, the more you sink. You could almost imagine what she looked like as she spoke. Her cheeks would glow with a warm pink. There would be a sparkle in her eye that makes her look younger. It was so selfish of you to drown in misery when sheâs so happy. Sheâs your closest friend. She deserves better than someone so jaded.Â
Youâre glad she isnât here in person. You donât want her to see how bitter you feel.Â
You close the hole in your heart with cement and faux delight.Â
âHe sounds great,â you hear yourself say.Â
âWhen can I meet him?âÂ
~
Youâve never seen someone so tall before.Â
He wasnât dressed to stand out. The simple, black coat drapes perfectly against his lean figure. His hair is coiled into an elegant bun, showcasing his neck and black earrings. His face is sharp and edged with beauty.Â
Unmei tugs him over, looking at him with bright, glimmering eyes. Love. You can see the truth stamped right on her face.Â
She slides into the seat across from you. He mirrors her. The whispers and noises within the cafe hush their voices a bit.Â
And yet, you can hear his voice clearly. Low and gentle.Â
âDid I say it right?â Geto asks right after he says your name. âIâve heard a lot about you.â Unmei flushes.Â
You spot the expensive watch hanging off his wrist as he reaches over to shake your hand.Â
âItâs nice to meet you,â he says.Â
âChange,â his purple eyes murmur, âthe end of it all.âÂ
The next hour passes with small talk and introductions. Unmei is the main talker, with Geto adding something in every so often. They work well together; you quietly observe, sipping on watered-down iced coffee. They fit. Pieces of a puzzle. Made for each other.Â
They are soulmates, after all.Â
â-Itâs why I wanted you to meet him so bad,â Unmei tells you when you finally tune in again. âYou two are so similar! Itâd be nice to have all of us hang out sometime.âÂ
âThat would be nice.â Geto nods along before directing his gaze at you. âPerhaps you could bring your own soulmate, too.âÂ
Your throat tightens. Unmei blanches. You can sense her about to redirect, but you figure itâs best if you bite the bullet now.Â
âI donât have one.â You tell him, forcing your voice to sound light.Â
It takes a second for people to understand what youâre telling themâthat youâre one of those. You wait for Geto to get that shameful look of pity everyone gets the moment you tell them. Youâve spent years like this, but it never stops stinging.Â
No pity. No sympathy.Â
He leans forward. His eyes sharpen.Â
âReally?âÂ
You shrug, avoiding his gaze to sip on your coffee. You can still feel his eyes prickle on your skin even after Unmei changes the conversation.Â
Hours later, she texts you:Â sooo whatâd you think????
You write exactly what she wants to hear.
Heâs perfect for you:)Â
~
Your second interaction with Geto happens without Unmei.Â
Some days, you liked to wander: turn your brain off, stroll through random shops, admiring the various knick-knacks you could never justify the price enough to purchase. Today, your feet led you into a small bookstore.Â
The door alerts to your presence with a cheery jingle. The man at the front spares you a lukewarm smile as you trek into his store. The smell of paper and ink greets your nose. Itâs a cozy place. Quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling city just outside.Â
One of your favorite authors recently published a new book. You werenât sure if this bookstore had it, but you told yourself it wouldnât hurt to check. You scanned the rows and shelves, drifting around the store to see if you could spot it.Â
You were so distracted, you didnât notice him until you quite literally walked into him.Â
Hands reach out to steady you. Firm but gentle. You look up as a bundle of apologies is ready to spill from your lips. They die once you look into sharp purple eyes.Â
Geto smiles when his hands release your shoulders.Â
âCareful there.âÂ
You reanimate at his voice. You step back, mindful of how close he was.Â
âSorry,â you tell him, âIâI didnât see you.âÂ
âI could tell.â His grin widens, and you sheepishly glance down.Â
âThis is a very welcome coincidence,â he continues, âI didnât know you liked literature as well.âÂ
You helplessly shrug, trying not to show your discomfort. It wasnât that you didnât like Geto. He seemed like a nice person, but you were not ready at all for a one-on-one interaction with your friendâs new boyfriend.Â
âYeah,â you say when the silence gets too long, âI was just here to see if I could find something in particularâŠâ Just then, your eyes drift up.Â
You catch the title just then. Itâs sitting quietly on the top shelf, leering at you. If only youâd found it sooner, it seems to goad at you; you wouldnât be stuck in the most awkward situation in the world.Â
Geto catches your gaze. He glances up at the book.Â
âIs that the one?â He asks.Â
You nod. He reaches up and lifts it from its respective spot. You expect him to hand it over immediately, but he seems more interested in examining the cover.Â
âThat sounds interesting.â He comments before handing it to you. âWould you recommend it?â
âI havenât read it yet.â You admit. âBut Iâm a big fan of the author.âÂ
He hums in acknowledgement. Thatâs when you notice his own stash of books he had tucked under his arm.Â
âYouâre a horror fan?â You ask.
âNot particularly,â he admits. âI just wanted to branch out. My friend is a huge horror fan. These were mostly his recommendations.âÂ
You nod. âUnmei also likes horror. The genre at least.â You blab on. âBack when we were in high school, sheâd force me to watch all sorts of slasher movies, and then sheâd get so scared sheâd beg me to let her sleep over.âÂ
On those days, youâd wake up to her snoring all over your pillows. Later, when you teased her about it, sheâd laugh it off with red all over her face.Â
Those days were tinged with nostalgiaâback when it was just you and Unmei. Â
You expect Geto to appreciate the snapshot of his soulmateâs past. Thatâs why heâs making small talk with you in the first place, right? To get to know her better.
Something flickers across his eyes. It was barely a moment before his face changed to deep sincerity, but you caught it.Â
Boredom.Â
You were stumped. How could someone be so blatantly uninterested in their soulmate? Or maybe it was you he couldnât care less about? Or perhaps you just imagined it entirely?Â
You feel like you should confront him about it.Â
âSorry,â you say instead, â I need to head out now.âÂ
âOf course.â He immediately steps aside to let you pass through the cramped shelves.Â
You expect that to be the end of it, but you can hear his footsteps behind you.Â
You almost considered abandoning your book entirely, just so you could escape the bookstore. Instead, you flash a tense smile at the cashier, who beams back.Â
âFind everything okay?â He asks.Â
âWe did,â Geto tells him cheerily. He stands right next to you. You can almost feel the coat he wears brush against your shoulder.Â
Sometimes you wish you werenât so nonconfrontational. Maybe you wouldâve fought a bit more when Geto casually plucks the book from your loose grip, placing it on top of his own stack.Â
âAll together, please.â He tells the cashier, before he turns to you. âI got it.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine.â Youâre finally able to speak up. Itâs too late. The man is already grabbing the bag and saying his regards to the worker behind the counter. He holds the door open for you.Â
You meekly thank him.Â
âI can pay you back.â You immediately say.Â
Geto shakes his head. âItâs fine. Think of it as a gift.â He hands your book into your twitching hands. âA token to the start of a good friendship.âÂ
You had this bad habit of feeling indebted to someone if they paid for you, to the point where you would bend backwards for them if they asked.Â
Something tells you that being in that situation with Geto is a terrible idea.Â
You still accept, thanking him as sincerely as you can.Â
âThat reminds me.â Geto continues, pulling out his phone. âWe should exchange contacts. We do share a favorite person after all. It would be wise to keep in touch.â He tells you with a steady grin.Â
Your stomach flips. You donât want to. You genuinely donât want to.Â
But the book is heavy in your hands.Â
When Geto offers to walk you to the station, you finally gather the courage to decline. You thank him repeatedly for his kindness, slipping away before he can coax you into doing anything more.Â
He was nothing but polite to youÂ
Kind even.Â
But thereâs something so horribly wrong about Geto Suguru.Â
â
Geto and Unmei moved fast.Â
They became an official couple one week after they met. Two months later, Unmei moved into his place.Â
They moved fast, as most soulmates do. After all, if two people are destined to be together forever, why wait? Why not get the hard part over with first so you can enjoy forever more?Â
At least, thatâs how you saw it.Â
The party was subdued but extremely upscale. Getoâs apartment was something else entirely. Luxurious floors with open spaces. When you looked outside the spotless glass, you could see the glimmering lights of the city far beneath your feet.Â
You felt like you could fall through the glass and crash into those lights. Youâd shatter into a million pieces, twinkling like the stars above.Â
âWould you like another drink?â A voice asks.Â
You glance up. Nanami Kentoâs eyes remain on you. You suddenly remember what you were doing.Â
You look down at your cupâjust water. You were driving home tonight. âIâm fine, but thank you.âÂ
Nanami nods, taking a swing of his own cup. The amber-colored liquid swirled around the glass.Â
Out of all of Getoâs friends, you think you liked Nanami the most. He was quiet, straightforward, polite, and a complete gentleman. He was one of you, you later found outâsomeone with un inked wrists. When Unmei dragged him across the room to âkeep each other companyâ, you thought it was another one of her schemes.Â
Well, it definitely still was her scheme, but you didnât mind it too much. Nanami was good company. He was much more preferable to Getoâs other friend. The tall one with blue eyes and white hair. The one that kept staring at you like he knew something you didnât.Â
âSo how do you know Geto?â You ask.
His lips thinned. You almost smile.Â
âOld classmates.â He tells you. âHe, along with a couple of others, was in the grade above me.âÂ
He seemed exhausted even thinking about it. You wonder how wild his upper-level students were.
âWhat about you and Unmei?â He asks after a bit.Â
You hide your smile behind your glass.Â
âWe were practically raised together.â You start. âAttached at the hip, ever since we were kids.âÂ
You two used to plan your weddings together. She wanted her kid to marry yours. Every day you were at each otherâs houses. Every weekend was slumber parties and sleepovers.Â
When kids used to mock you for not having a name, she was the one who defended you. She was the one who chased off bullies and wiped away your tears.Â
Sheâs been in your life all your life. You canât remember a time she wasnât.Â
âHm,â Nanami comments, âyou two sound close.âÂ
âWe are,â you agree, even when you can taste the uncertainty on your tongue.
She stood a little way away. Unmei looked borderline unrecognizable from the one you knew just a few months ago. Her hair was pushed up from her face, a stark contrast to the looser hairstyles she used to prefer. Her dress was sleek and glamorous. She probably wore hundreds of dollars on her wrist. She blended right into the elite group she was currently laughing with.Â
Nanami keeps talking about something. You hum along, unable to take your eyes off of her. You keep watching until you canât anymore.Â
Sometime later, you find yourself on the balcony. The murmur of the crowd has dwindled behind you. Itâs cold, you didnât bring a jacket. There are goosebumps littered across your arms, but you donât want to go inside yet. Youâre not sure if you can continue looking at Unmei as she changes into something you canât reach anymore.Â
There it was again. That bitterness. The guilt washes it down all over again.Â
Footsteps. Someone takes their place right next to you. At first, you think itâs Nanamiâs attempt to restart the conversation.Â
Geto leans over the railing, watching the city below.Â
âItâs a pretty view, isnât it?â He asks, voice gentle and soft. âItâs a huge reason why I bought this place.âÂ
You flex your fingers. The air suddenly gets colder.Â
âYeah.â You give, listening to the muted sounds inside. âItâs beautiful.âÂ
Thatâs the truth. The city lights twinkled and buzzed with life. Part of you wanted to sit there and count each one. You might be stuck there for years.Â
âItâs even more beautiful in the mornings,â Geto continues, âthereâs a gentle fog that covers the city, and the horizon is this pale pink. I really hope you see it one day.âÂ
You shift, a bit uncomfortable by the confession. Youâre sure he doesnât mean anything by it.Â
âYou have a lovely home.â You finally say. âItâs very beautiful. Iâm sure you're ecstatic to share this with Unmei.âÂ
A genuine smile lifts your face as you think back to the times Unmei gushed about meeting her future soulmate. Sheâd planned everything: the house, the car, the dog. Youâd sat there quietly, listening, just happy to be in her life.Â
âI bet you must have waited years to finally meet her.â You tell Geto as you admire the view. âYouâre a very lucky man.âÂ
You expect a laugh. You expect a bashful acceptance.Â
âI never wanted to meet my soulmate, initially.âÂ
For the first time in the conversation, you truly look at Geto. Heâs staring right back. His purple eyes are darker in the dim lighting. Theyâre almost a muddy brown.Â
âWhen I was younger, I had a grim opinion of soulmates.â His jaw tenses. You catch the movement. âThe idea of having someone I was tied to by fate used to sicken me. It felt like control. It felt like something cosmic wrote out my future, and I was entirely helpless to it.âÂ
You canât pull your eyes away. Whatever you were hearing, no matter how jarring, felt honest. You were drawn to itâa bee to a flower.
âI think now, Iâve mostly changed my mind.â He shrugs. âThe bond isnât truly control. Rather, itâs a path, guiding us to something far more desirable.âÂ
You blink. What could you say to that?Â
Thankfully, Geto doesnât let you fluster for long. He steps ever so slightly closer. Itâs already too close, but you canât move. Youâre stuck in your spot. Paralyzed.Â
âAnd, if anything.â He leans down, voice suddenly hushed. âIâd consider you the lucky one.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
He smiles. Amusement laces his lips. Long fingers reach for your arm. He slowly turns your hand, showing your blank, un-inked wrist.Â
âYes,â he tells you, âthis is truly lucky.âÂ
You see it then. It flashes right across his purple eyes.Â
Jealousy.Â
Itâs so hateful, it nearly makes you panic. You stumble back, out of his hold. The meeker part of you urges you to run. As far as you can. Run beforeâ
âAre you alright?âÂ
Concerned sincerity etches across Getoâs face as he reaches out to stabilize you. Hands press on your shoulders before they slip away.Â
You avert your gaze.Â
âIâm fine.â Itâs too sharp. You force yourself to soften your tone. âI guess itâs a little chilly out.âÂ
Geto barely wastes a moment. He slips off his jacket and settles it onto your shoulders before you can protest. His cologne clings to the leather. The smell of sandalwood and cinnamon.Â
âKeep it.â He stops you when you try to take it off. âStay out here and enjoy the view a bit more. Itâs truly breathtaking.âÂ
You watch as he slips back inside, playing the perfect host to his guests. The air is still cold, but you can finally breathe again.Â
Later that night, Suguru gets on one knee and proposes.Â
Unmei says yes.Â
~
Thereâs a way to reject the soul bond. Youâve seen it happen exactly once in your life.Â
You were fourteen, watching from the stairs as your mom comforted your next-door neighbor. She was one of the unlucky ones. Her soul bond was filled with nothing but rage and possession. You could see the evidence of it on the bruises on her soft skin. The swelling black eye.Â
She kept mumbling something of how sick she was to be tied to him. How sheâd rather have no soulmate than one so vile. Your mother kept hushing her, insisting on calling the police, letting her stay the night.Â
Sheâs not listening. Itâs like sheâs in a trance as she rises on two shaky feet, drifting towards the kitchen. You find yourself following.Â
She pulls out a knife, and your mother screams when she digs into the ink on her own wrist.Â
She stopped bleeding before the ambulance arrived. Thereâs a gigantic smile on her face the entire time sheâs talking to the paramedics.Â
Youâve never seen someone look so free before.Â
~
Planning a wedding takes time and money. Itâs a good thing that Geto is swimming in the latter.Â
The restaurant is upscale and practically swathed in elites. You feel very much out of place with your dress that probably wasnât even worth the cheapest thing on the menu. Geto assured you plenty of times that this was his treat. Ever since the proposal, youâd been swamped in wedding preparations. This dinner was supposed to be a thank you.Â
Tonight is a celebration of two people.Â
You, the maid of honor.Â
And Gojo, the best man.Â
The two of you sat across from the engaged couple. Unmei was beaming the entire night. The ring was glistening on her finger. Youâve seen it all over her social media, not to mention the hours she spent gushing about how perfect the ring and the proposal was.Â
But you remembered she hated cluster rings. She used to call them tacky. And sheâs told you her perfect proposal over and over again. Sheâs always wanted it somewhere outdoors, where theyâre alone and surrounded by nature.Â
The complete opposite of how Suguru did it.Â
âI can barely sleep.â Unmei gushes to you while the two men continue their own conversation. âThe wedding is still two months away, but I can barely sleep.âÂ
You give her a comforting smile, taking another sip of your water. Dinner was already eaten, but you hadnât tasted a single thing. It felt like cement sludge down your throat.Â
âI bet thatâs normal,â you say, âItâs your day. You should be excited.âÂ
âMost nights I just dream about flower arrangements.â She frowns before she sits up again. âShit, the flowers. Please tell me youââ
âDonât worry, I already booked the florist you were talking to,â you immediately coddle. âEverything is going to be perfect.âÂ
She visibly relaxes, leaning back in her seat. âOnly because youâre here.â She tells you. âI only got this far âcuz of you, y'know that?âÂ
You smile. Her face brightens.Â
âOh!â She exclaims. âAre you planning on bringing anyone? Someone special?â
The two men gradually quieted. You arch your brow.Â
âProbably not,â you say, âbesides Iâll have a lot of stuff to do on the day of. I wonât have time for a date.âÂ
âWhat about bringing Nanami?â She pipes up. âIâm sure he can entertain himself while youâre busy.âÂ
Someoneâs gaze stings your skin. You ignore it.Â
âWhy would I bring him?âÂ
She scoffs.Â
âDonât act like that.â She chides. âI saw how into you he was at the party. Please tell me you got his number.âÂ
You did. And you two text every now and then. Non-soulmates are rare, so even if you donât end up in a relationship, itâs nice to keep in touch.Â
âNanami?â Geto echoes, finally making it known that he was eavesdropping.Â
Unmei turns to him with a smile. âI introduced them a while ago. Arenât they just perfect for each other?"Â
âIs she saying that just because neither of us has soulmates?â You try not to feel so harshly about it.Â
Geto smiles, but it lacks any warmth.Â
Gojo turns to you.Â
âI didnât know you met Nanami?â He sports a wide grin. Almost like a sneer.Â
You shrug. âWe talked for a bit sometime back.âÂ
âI feel bad for you. I know Iâm not supposed to talk crap about my juniors, but that guy is so boring.â He rolled his eyes. âHe was even worse in high school, if you can believe that.âÂ
âI didnât think he was all that bad.â You counter.Â
âAh, I get it.â Gojo nods. âYouâre into the quiet, studious type of guy.âÂ
You shift in your seat. âItâs nothing that dramatic.â You respond. âHe was just really nice.âÂ
âHm.â Gojo takes a swing at his glass. âI guess I see wedding bells in your future, then.âÂ
âSatoru.âÂ
Getoâs voice is clipped. His eyes have shadows. Gojo puts his hands up in an âI surrenderâ motion. Thereâs a lazy smile on his mouth. The atmosphere is so strained that even Unmeiâs smile weakens. You take another sip of your water. You really wish youâd ordered something stronger. You had no idea tonight would be this tense.Â
Unmei quickly turns the conversation to something else. She brings up more wedding plans. The rest of the night is spent ignoring the elephant in the room.Â
Sometime after that, you and Gojo end up outside the restaurant, alone. Unmei and Geto are still sorting out the bill. You spot them lingering inside. Unmei is talking animatedly to a waitress. Geto is scrolling on his phone.Â
You donât have much in common with Gojo, and youâre happy to keep the silence as the two of you wait. He, however, doesnât seem to share your thoughts.Â
He leans over as you watch the engaged couple.Â
âSo, how long do you think theyâll last?âÂ
You glare up at him. He grins.Â
âThatâs not funny.â You immediately rebuff. âWhy would you say that?âÂ
Satoru shrugs.Â
âCâmon, you canât say youâre the tiniest bit doubtful theyâll stay together, right?âÂ
You shake your head.
âTheyâre soulmates,â you respond. Their companionship was written in the stars from the start. They are a certainty. âItâs tradition.â
âSoulmates donât always stay together,â Satoru says, âand Suguru isnât one for tradition.âÂ
You say nothing. Gojo only takes it as a sign to pester you further.Â
âWanna make a bet with me?âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him.Â
âIâll bet all the money I have that theyâll break up right before the wedding.â He thinks for a moment. âMaybe on the day of: Suguru loves being dramatic.âÂ
Your lips curl into a sneer.Â
âI thought you were supposed to be Getoâs friend?âÂ
What kind of person bets their friendâs relationship will fail?Â
âI am his friend,â Gojo argues. âIâm only saying this âcuz I know him so well. No offense to your bestie, but sheâs not his type.âÂ
âNo.â He tilts his head, studying you. âHe prefers someone a bit moreâŠdocile.âÂ
You shift, trying to hide your discomfort underneath his gaze.Â
âTheyâre coming out.â You watch as the couple shifts closer. âPlease donât tell them youâre betting theyâll break up.âÂ
Gojo laughs.Â
âAye, captain.âÂ
~
Unmei stumbles into your apartment at 1 am.Â
Youâd forgotten youâd given her a spare key. When you woke up to muffled footsteps and murmurs, you thought someone was robbing you. The influx of emotions you felt as you rushed out with a baseball bat, only to discover your friend draped across your couch.Â
Your very drunk friend draped across your couch.Â
âUnmei?â You shake her shoulder.Â
She barely moves. You do it again. She finally groans.Â
âHi.â She rasps out. Her throat is groggy with exhaustion and alcohol.Â
âHowâŠâ You try to find the proper words. âHow did you get here? Did you drive?âÂ
âUber.â She murmurs. âSorryâŠIâŠsorry. Didnâtâdidnât wanna go back. Didnât wanna see him.âÂ
Her words are stilted, but you think youâre starting to get the picture.Â
âDid you and Suguru get into a fight?â You ask gently.Â
She laughs. It sounds bitter.Â
âYou have to talk, to fight.â She tells you, and you want to press her on that, but sheâs talking again.Â
âSuguruâs sad you donât like him.âÂ
âWhat?â You lean closer so you can hear her properly.Â
âSuguruââ She snuggles deeper into your couchâ--heâs sad you donât like him. Why do you not like him?âÂ
âI like him.â You try to smile. âOf course, I like him. Why wouldnât I?âÂ
Her eyes are open. The way she stares at you makes your defenses weaken.Â
âI donât know, Mei.â You eventually respond. âHeâs always rubbed me the wrong way. IâŠI just find him a little weird.âÂ
You want to tell her about the strange quips Getoâs made. The stuff Gojo said at the restaurant still eats at you. You want to tell her all of those things.Â
Unmei doesnât let you.Â
She sits up so fast, youâre almost worried for her. Youâre about to tell her to be more careful, but then you notice the look in her eyes.Â
Spiteful.Â
Itâs directed solely at you.Â
âAre you fucking joking right now?â She spits out. âMy soulmate is going out of his way to be nice to you, but youâre calling him weird?âÂ
You have to back up as she stumbles to her feet. Her words are slurred and hard to decipher, but the intent is as clear as day.Â
âHe doesnât even like you.â She rants. âWhy would he? For fuckâs sake you donât even have a soulmate, and now youâre calling mine weird? Youâre jealous. Youâve always been jealous of me, and Iâm so sick of doing charity work.âÂ
You blink. It feels like your heartâs been torn in two.Â
âUnmeiâŠ?â Itâs the only thing you can even think to say to someone who you thought loved you. Tears well in your eyes.Â
Unmei knows how sensitive you are about soulmates. She always knew. As bad as your fights got in the past, itâs the one line she hadnât crossed.Â
Until now.Â
She realizes what she said. Unmei slumps almost immediately, fully breaking down.Â
âIâm sorry.â She blubbers. âIâIâm so sorry, I just.âÂ
You push aside your feelings as you always have to accommodate hers. She buries her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake. When you wrap your arms around her shoulders, she easily leans into your warmth.Â
âI shouldnât have said that.â She sobs. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay.â Itâs not. âYouâre having a bad day. Just sleep it off, okay? We can talk in the morning.âÂ
She says nothing as you leave her on the couch. Minutes later, you return with a blanket, gently settling it over her still body.Â
âI saw him with another girl today.âÂ
You freeze. Unmei stares blankly at the wall.Â
âHe barely talks when weâre alone. He never talks. I donât even know why I followed him, but I saw them together. They got into his car.â Her voice cracks. Thereâs a muted voice in the back of your head to comfort her.Â
You donât move.Â
âI donât know what they did. IâŠI just donât know. Thatâs part of his job, right? Sometimes he takes his clients out to dinners and stuff.âÂ
She looks up at you. âAndâand everythingâs so different when weâre alone. Heâs so much warmer with you. Whenever we plan something, heâs always asking if you want to come along too. I just donât get it.âÂ
The apartment is quiet. Distinctly, you can hear a clock faintly ticking somewhere.Â
âDo you think heâs cheating?â You ask.Â
âDo you think he would?â Unmei asks right back.Â
You think of being honest. You think about telling her you genuinely donât know. Then, you remember the anger in her voice just minutes prior. The hurt is still fresh on your mind. Itâs instinct to cower and placate after youâve been burned so harshly.Â
Just like always, you tell her exactly what she wants to hear.Â
âOf course, heâs nice to me.â You hear yourself say. âHe probably feels bad for me.â Because you have no soulmate.
âUnmei, you donât see the way he looks at you.â Does he ever look at her?Â
âHe canât stop talking about you.â You canât remember a single conversation you and Geto had about her.Â
âHe loves you. Iâm sure of it.â Are you?Â
A shy smile creeps up on her face. You can feel yourself shatter.Â
âReally?â She asks.Â
You settle beside her, squeezing her fingers.Â
âTrust me.â Words feel like sand on your tongue. âYou are going to make each other so happy.âÂ
Sheâs smiling. You think youâre smiling too, but youâre not sure of anything anymore.Â
She closes her eyes again. You sit there for a few minutes. When you think sheâs asleep, you get up to leave, but her voice stops you.Â
âI thought she was you.âÂ
âYou what?â You ask.Â
She nuzzles the blanket closer to her face.Â
âThe girl. I thought she was you, but she wasnât. She looked like you. It was the weirdest thing.âÂ
You think sheâs about to say more. She doesnât.Â
The next day, Unmei acts as if nothing had happened. Sheâs laughing and talking during breakfast. You still think about what she said, hours after she left.Â
~
The week before the wedding, you finally decide you no longer want to be friends with Unmei.Â
You donât hate her, you could never hate her, but itâs clear you mightâve valued your friendship differently than she did.Â
You donât think you want to boycott the wedding entirely. Itâd taken months to plan. The money was already spent. You donât want to ruin her big day.Â
But you donât think youâll be taking her calls as frequently. You donât think youâll drop everything for her anymore.Â
For now, you just want a bit of distance.Â
Now that youâve decided to no longer prioritize her, your life is slowly becoming easier. Instead of doing everything yourself, youâre delegating tasks to the other bridesmaids. You actually make time for yourself instead of fizzing with nerves by the phone, wondering when sheâll call you to her side.Â
You can finally breathe again.Â
But old habits die hard. Â
I need you. Please come.
Unmei texting you in the middle of the night wasnât a huge issue. But she never sends you this type of message. Formal, short, panicked.Â
You stare at the words, reading them over and over again. You promised yourself you wouldnât do this again.Â
But what if she needed you?Â
Youâve been to Suguruâs apartment a few times after the party. It was mostly to pick stuff up or help Unmei. Thereâs usually a lively atmosphere with warm lights.Â
Tonight, as you tap on the door, you canât help but notice how cold the atmosphere feels.Â
He doesnât leave you waiting. Geto opens the door with a pleasant smile on his face. His grin widens when he locks eyes with you.Â
âCome in.â Geto pulls the door back.Â
You hesitate, but eventually you step in. Not much has changed since your last visit. There are fresh flowers in a vase. Somethingâs cooking in the kitchen. Still, the apartment feels emptier, somehow.Â
âI wasnât expecting you.â Geto smiles. âThis is a pleasant surprise.âÂ
You give an awkward smile, shifting your weight.Â
âIâm sorry, I wonât be here for long,â you tell him before shifting your gaze to the bedroom, âIs she in there?âÂ
Geto tilts his head.Â
âAre you looking for Unmei?â He slowly asks.Â
When you nod, he shakes his head.Â
âShe headed out for her bachelorette party hours ago.âÂ
For a moment, you thought you misheard him.Â
âHer what?âÂ
âHer bachelorette party. Iâm so sorry, I assumed you were with her. Itâs why I was surprised you showed up.â He admits sheepishly.Â
âBachelorette party.â You repeat.Â
She told you she didnât want a bachelorette party. She called it a clichĂ©. And now, when you decide to put your feelings aside and reach out, you find out she left you in the fucking dust as she enjoys her night.Â
You were so fucking done with her.Â
âRight.â Your throat feels tight. âOk, thenâŠI should go.âÂ
A firm hand on your shoulder stops you from walking out the door. Geto stares at you with an empathic frown on his face.Â
âYou shouldnât leave like this.â He urges.Â
You try to pull away. His grip barely budges.Â
âGeto, itâs fineââÂ
âYou should eat something at least. Itâd be rude to send you away after youâve been such a good friend to my fiancĂ©.âÂ
That stung even though you know he didnât mean it like that.Â
âOkay.â You relent. âJust for a bit.âÂ
He smiles.Â
âOh, and call me Suguru from now on.â He suggests. âI think weâre close enough to drop the formalities, right?âÂ
Suguru manages to get you to sit at the dining table. It was already set for two. A little while later, he comes back with two plates and a bottle of wine.Â
The food smelled delicious, but it tasted like ash in your mouth. You couldnât find it within yourself to enjoy it. Betrayal made everything taste like nothing.Â
You donât consider yourself a drinker, but Geto manages to refill your glass twice throughout the night.Â
Eventually, Suguru acknowledges the elephant in the room.Â
âDid you two fight?âÂ
That actually made you laugh. Itâs harsh and bitter. You gulp down the last of your wine.Â
âNo,â you say, âI just didnât fall to her feet this one time.â
Thatâs all you were for her. Not a friend. Not a companion. You were just some pet she could keep at her side. Bark when she said bark. Sit when she said sit. Roll over when she said. She was treating you like a dog who forgot a trick or two. You feel so pathetic.Â
Youâre so upset, you have to stand up. Suguru only watches you pace back and forth.Â
âIâve put up with her bullshit for months, yâknow?â You donât think youâre talking to him at all. Youâre just ranting. âWhatever she wanted, I got her. Iâve spent hundreds of hours planning her perfect day with her. And yet, the one time I give an opinion, she immediately blows up at me andâand says all this awful shit, and I have to forgive her.âÂ
Suguru rises with you, blocking your path. You look up at him. Heâs blurry from all the tears in your eyes.Â
âSheâs stressed with the wedding,â he tries to console. âIâm sure she isnât trying to do any harm.â
You shake your head. Somehow, you find yourself sitting on the sofa. Suguruâs joined you. You can still taste the wine on your tongue. Youâre drunk. Youâre erratic. Youâve stopped giving a fuck.Â
âWhat about the stress sheâs putting me under?â You argue back. âI tried to be a good friend to her, and she constantly treats me like garbage. And itâs all because I donât have a soulmate? When has that ever mattered for her?âÂ
Unmei had always protected you from anyone who mocked you for being incomplete. Other. She was your shield.Â
You can still remember her voice ringing through your head. The hatred. Youâve always been jealous of me, and Iâm so sick of doing charity work.Â
You bury your face in your hands.Â
âAll I ever wanted to do was be there for her.â You sob into your fingers. âWhy is she shutting me out like this?âÂ
You wanted to go back to how things were months ago. Back when you had someone so close, it felt like having a sister. Back beforeâ
Suguru gathers your limp form in his arms. The scent of sandalwood and cinnamon overwhelms your senses.Â
âYou poor thing,â he coos, and you melt into his calming words because youâve never felt more alone in your life. âIt must have been so very hard on you.âÂ
You donât know how long you sit there, snuggled into his chest, crying your heart out. It feels like minutes pass before your tears stop flowing, and your breathing slows down.Â
He pulls you away from his chest. You follow. Youâre still heartbroken, but now youâre embarrassed for crying on your best friendâs fiancĂ©âs shoulder. You look up, opening your mouth to apologize.Â
Suguruâs lips meet yours.Â
Itâs barely a brush. You feel his fingers caress your cheek before you pull back.Â
âWhat are youââ your voice dies in your throat âWhatââÂ
âYou want to feel better, donât you?â He asks, voice terrifyingly gentle. âI can help with that.âÂ
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. When he tries to touch you again, you jump up.Â
âI didnâtâŠI neverâŠâ Your mind is spinning. You donât know what to say.Â
âSheâs your soulmate.â Itâs the only thing you can think to say. âHowâhow could you think of doing that to yourâŠâ
Suguru tilts his head.Â
âWe both know how stubborn she can get.â He speaks slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. âLook at how much you do for her. You are constantly bending over backwards. Arenât you tired of doing all this charity work? Donât you want someone else to take care of you for a change?âÂ
Something clicks in your mind.Â
Charity Work. Unmeiâs words, but that didnât sound like her at all.Â
It sounded more like something Geto Suguru would say.Â
âItâs you.â Something cold splashes across your spine. âYouâve been putting a wedge between Unmei and me for months.âÂ
Heâs tried separating you from her as soon as he walked into Unmeiâs life. All this time, he was speaking cruelties into her ear about you, manipulating her, turning her against you.Â
And Unmei fell for it because she thought her soulmate could never hurt her.Â
Suguru stands up. His smile is gone. Youâve never seen him like this before. Youâve seen him upset, bored, amused. This is different.Â
Every emotion on his face is gone. Itâs like heâs stone.Â
He calls your name. Itâs a warning. You donât heed it.Â
âNo, no,â you hiss out, âI donât know what sick game youâre playing, but Iâd never break her heart like this, no matter how angry I am at her. Iâm not like you.âÂ
You start for the door. You needed to find Unmei. Fuck the petty fight. Fuck everything. You needed to find her and explain everything to her so that things could return to normal.Â
You never make it to the door.Â
Thereâs a harsh grip on your wrist. Before you can even struggle, youâre flung back against the couch. You collapse on top of the stiff pillows.Â
Suguruâs quick to cage you in. Within moments, heâs trapped you underneath him. A hand reaches up to trap both of your wrists. His body is right in between your legs, pressing himself right up to you.Â
You kick. You scream. A hand clamps down on your mouth.Â
Suguru waits patiently as your rebellion tapers out. You lie underneath him, panting and utterly defeated.Â
A tear trickles down your cheek. He wipes it away, adoration at his fingertips. It makes you sick.Â
âI really wanted our first time to be romantic.â He sighs, genuinely sounding disappointed. âI spent the entire day planning our little date. And then you had to get all hysterical.â He clicks his tongue.Â
âI think youâre spending a bit too much time with my fiancĂ©, Dear.âÂ
You flinch at his words. He grins.Â
âAt the same time, I canât say Iâm not happy with how the night ended.â He releases your mouth. You prepare to yell again. âYou can scream if you want to, dear. Iâm sure youâd like the whole floor coming by to watch me fuck you. I donât mind an audience.âÂ
Horror rushes down your body.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Suguru says nothing, leaning back to release his tie. âGeto-Suguru,â you beg. âYou canât really mean that. You canât do this. What about Unmei? What about your soulmate?âÂ
âI thought I told you this already.â He wraps the tie securely around your wrist before considering you.Â
âSoulmates are paths, guiding us to our true destination.âÂ
He presses his forehead to yours. You lay there, utterly helpless, staring into his purple eyes.Â
âThrough her, I was able to find my true other half.â He confesses. âSomeone that perfectly fits me.âÂ
If he were another man, if he had another name, you might have fallen in love right there.Â
But this man has your friendâs name written on his wrist, and it makes you want to vanish into the Earth.Â
He rises back up with a grin.Â
âWhat can I say? Iâm a romantic at heart.âÂ
Youâre shaking your head as he reaches down for your shirt. Itâs pulled off of you within moments, revealing your bare flesh. Your skin trembles against his fingers as he explores the skin on your stomach, pushing his hand up until it reaches the bottom of your bra.Â
Your tits are exposed to the cold air as he grabs them. Curious. Exploring. Nausea builds in your stomach.Â
âYou should relax, love.â He urges as his hand travels down. âYou could make yourself sick from all that crying.âÂ
He acts as if he cares for you, even when you know he couldnât care less. You can feel his heat pressing up against your thigh. Itâs a blunt foreshadowing of his true desires.Â
The silk against your wrists tightens every time you move. The wine isnât helping either. You feel sluggish, almost feverish. You lie there, completely limp, watching as he picks at your pants. They donât have much of a fight before heâs dragging them off your body completely, leaving you with just your cotton panties.Â
The cold settles on your bare thighs. A large hand settles on your upper leg. He squeezes. You jolt.Â
Suguruâs kissing you again. Itâs harsher than the first time. More teeth, like he intends to swallow you whole. He squeezes your chin, keeping you in place so he can continue to devour you. For a moment, you debate biting his tongue off, before you quickly bat it away. The thought of him getting violent, even worse, terrifies you.Â
But how could he get worse?Â
He pulls away with a satisfied sigh. The hand on your thigh lifts to your clothed slit. You donât realize youâre wet until his fingers slip underneath your panties.Â
Thereâs a slight hitch in his breathing.Â
âIs this for me?â You can practically taste the victory in his voice. âHow sweet.âÂ
A few moments later, your panties are torn away, too. Your legs are tangled with the thin cloth, leaving you utterly defenseless as he spreads your thighs apart.Â
âNo,â youâre telling him. âDonâtâNo, noââÂ
He hushes you with a quiet whisper, and then his mouth is on your pussy.Â
Your thighs immediately fall onto his shoulders as he ate you out. There was a rhythm to it. His tongue lapped at your slit before curling at your clit. Immediately, you reacted. Your thighs flexed, threatening to clamp over his head. Something hot coiled in your belly as he sucked on your pussy.Â
Your protests eventually gave way to sharp gasps and whines as he continued to tongue-fuck you. You think youâre still crying, but its interrupted by another toe-curling mewl. You donât have the ability to hold them in. They force themselves past your lips and into the frigid air. You could feel Suguru smile against your clit. Youâre so wet youâre probably dripping all over the couch, but you think Suguru couldnât care less.Â
He lifts you up by the hips. You let out a yelp as he crams his tongue into your hole, drinking the entirety of you.Â
âThatâs it.â His voice is muffled by your pussy. Itâs slurred. Drunk. âLemmeâ hear you.âÂ
You obey, helpless to do anything else. Your mind is swirling with self-hatred as you feel yourself approaching the edge. You canât do anything to stop it. Your hips move by themselves. Your pussy clenches.Â
Your orgasm was a tiny hitch before you completely came apart. Suguru keeps you there, latched onto your clit like a man starved, until you finally come down from your high.Â
You lay there, panting, completely spent. Suguru rises from his spot in between your legs. He wipes at his face, never taking his eyes off of you.Â
The kiss he gives you is terrifyingly soft. Almost sweet. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He gently holds your chin like youâre the most delicate thing in the world.Â
If you closed your eyes, you could pretend itâs anyone else. Not Suguru. Not your friendâs fiancĂ©. Not her soulmate.Â
But Suguru doesnât care about you enough to let you have that fantasy.Â
âLook at me.âÂ
His voice is too soft to be demanding, but the order is clear from his tone.Â
Slowly, your eyes drift back open.Â
Suguru stands over you as if this were his rightful place. You can see his cock, fully unfurled from his pants. The mushroom tip has a bead of glistening, white pre-cum as he slowly aligns it to your battered pussy.Â
You think the worst part is his eyes.Â
Soft. Gentle. He stares at you the way no one else has.Â
Love.Â
You want to cry again, but you think youâve run out of tears.Â
His nonchalant demeanor is cracked. His pupils are flared with lust. He grunts when he slides his swollen tip across your folds. Pussy juice is smeared all over his cock as he does it again and again.Â
âIâve waited so long for this.â He sighs, and you donât think heâs talking to you. âNo one is taking this away from me.âÂ
Not even you.Â
You should be grateful he cares enough to be gentle. His cock is huge, big enough to split you at the seams if he wanted to. You still he lowers himself into your hole. Immediately, your walls flex, squeezing his cock.Â
Suguru growls and bits his lip. Itâs clear whatever control he has left, heâs only holding it by a hair.Â
Itâs almost a relief when he fully sheathes himself inside you. He nearly collapses, face ducking into the crook of your neck. Your toes curl when he hits a spongy spot inside of you that nearly makes you see stars.Â
âFuck.â He hisses, voice sharp. âThatâs it. Thatâs it. Just take it.âÂ
Itâs an unsteady pace. Brutal, almost mind-breaking as he continues to fuck himself into you. You can hear his ragged breathing in your ear as he drives himself deeper and deeper into your cunt. You can barely keep up with the motions. Your thighs shake with the momentum.Â
You think youâre saying something, and then your mind is wiped clean with another thrust. Itâs an endless cycle of torturous pleasure.Â
âSuguruâIâI canât.â Youâre blabbering. âI canât, I just canâtââÂ
âYou can.â He urges back, fingers reaching down to rub your clit. You arch, back lifting up from the pillows. âI know you can, darling. Look at that. Look at you. Look at how well you take me.âÂ
âThis was how it was always meant to be.â You canât decipher the tone of his words. Your mind is too preoccupied with the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock. âYou were practically made for me.â A broken wail passes out from your lips. He laughs.Â
At this point, you think heâs too far gone to even know what heâs saying.Â
âI love you so much, darling.â He leans back into your neck, biting down on the flesh. âNo one can take you away from me. You are all for me.âÂ
At least, you hope thatâs the case. You canât bear to think his words have a semblance of intent.Â
Your mind goes white as you cum on his cock. Your eyes roll back, your back arches up like a bitch in heat as you fall off the edge. Your pussy milks him, clamping down hard as you ride your high.Â
Thereâs a moan in your ear before something hot pumps into your pussy, painting your insides with white. Thereâs so much, even with his dick still plugging your cunt, some still manages to leak out, dripping down your ass.Â
He takes a shaky breath, and then heâs kissing you again. That same delicate touch he loves to take after he breaks you. You can taste the festering love through his lips and tongue. You let him, too exhausted to fight back.Â
You think heâs saying something. You canât hear him over the throbbing in your head. The tone he uses is soft as lips press against your temple.Â
And then, his cock slips out of your ragged cunt before slamming back in all over again.Â
~
Mei<3 Missed Call(23)
âWhere are youâÂ
âWhere are youâÂ
âPlease dont do this to meâÂ
âIâm begging youâÂ
âI love you so muchâ
âIâm sorry for everything Iâve doneâÂ
âPlase donât do this to meâ
âHeâs my soulmate, why would you take him from meâÂ
âPlease donât do this to meâ
âŠ
âYouâre just a selfish slut. Take him then. See if I care.âÂ
Ever since you woke up, all you could do was stare at Unmeiâs texts. Youâve read them over and over.Â
The words never change. Each line cuts you deeper than before.
Youâre no longer on the sofa. Sometime last night, Suguru must have moved you. You sit up on a luxurious king-sized bed with silk sheets. Your body is aching and sore. There are marks all over your body.Â
The man who made them sleeps peacefully right next to you.Â
Youâre still naked. It hurts to move. All what you can do is read Unmeiâs texts over and over as you wipe away the sharp tears trickling down your cheek.Â
The curtains of Suguruâs bedroom are open. Itâs early morning. The beginnings of a sunrise creep over the horizon. Buildings are obscured by a light fog, and you can barely make out the outline of the city. The sky is illuminated with pinks and light oranges. Itâs the prettiest sight youâve ever seen.Â
You donât notice heâs awake until Suguruâs muscled chest presses against your back. You flinch as his head settles into the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent.Â
âI told you, didnât I?â He murmurs against your skin. âItâs a beautiful view. Youâll get to see this every day, from now on.âÂ
You donât bother batting him away. You just stare down at your phone. Thereâs no new message from Unmei. She blocked you hours ago.Â
Fingers pluck your phone from your loose grip. Suguru adjusts himself, wrapping an arm around your waist as he sifts through her panicked messages. He clicks his tongue.Â
âNever expected anything more from her.â He sighs before he tosses the phone in the mess of blankets. He kisses your neck. âSheâll probably come by today. Hopefully, sheâll move out without much of an issue.â He remarks casually. Dully. Complete disinterest.Â
Why? You want to ask him. Why you? Why would heâwhy would anyoneâhate you enough to do this?Â
But then, you remember the look of love he gave you as he rammed his cock deeper. You donât know how youâd be able to hold yourself together if you saw that again.Â
For the sake of your sanity, you ask:Â
âWhat did you tell her?âÂ
Suguruâs fingers curl around your stomach. You can hear the slightest hint of irritation in his breath.Â
âNothing.â He eventually confesses. You want to yell at him, call him a liar. You donât get the chance.Â
âShe must have felt the bond sever.âÂ
You notice it, just then.Â
The wrappings on his wrist.Â
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you grab at it. Suguru lets you unravel his work, silently watching each layer of gauze drop away.Â
Itâs ugly. The skin is raised and irritated. It will probably leave behind a scar.Â
Not a single trace of Unmeiâs name is left on Suguruâs skin.Â
You want to scream, but your voice is frozen in your throat.Â
Thereâs another kiss on your cheek. Suguru grins.Â
âSee?â He tells you adoringly, lovingly.Â
âNow, we match.âÂ
I hope avatar writers come back when this movie comes out omg đđ„Č
i'm still waiting
"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"
Me with you guys simping over hot men
âwhy do you only read (character) x reader fics?â
1. cause iâm a fucking narcissist and i donât care if the storyâs good, im not gonna read that if it doesnât have me or y/n in it
2. i like it specifically when the character i am being shipped withâs feelings directed towards me y/n specifically
3. i never had a proper childhood
me when gyomei:
Please tell me I'm not the only one đ€š
me when gyomei:
thinking about you and neji being in a long-term, secret relationship.
you both come from prestigious clans and coming from such aristocratic backgrounds, it's expected that you both will eventually marry other people when you come of age. you know you should've never gotten with him in the first place, but you couldn't deny the rush you felt whenever you were around him. could no longer ignore the fact that you have been in love with him for years.
but that doesn't change the fact that members of the hyuga clan only marry their own.
it doesn't change the fact that you and another person from a rival clan were set up to marry since you were both children.
but still, when he confessed his feelings for you all those years ago, you said yes before you could even contemplate it. and it was both the best and worst decision you've ever made. from the very beginning, you both agreed to keep things under wraps to avoid the inevitable blow out from your families. fleeting glances from opposite sides of the room that hold an intense longing, sending letters back and forth.
and whenever you both are free from the regular slog of missions, you end up sneaking out to meet the other in a secluded forest at night, laying down on the cool grass and holding each other. his lips seldom leave yours, pressing feather-light kisses all over your skin with a reverence that stays like a brandâas if you're a temple. the twinkling stars and bright fireflies are the only witnesses to the secret intimacy.
dare you say, it feels normal. though the look of tender sadness in your lover's iridescent eyes speak everything that remains unsaid.
neji's wedding is tomorrow, and yours is just on the horizon.
"i'll always love you," he whispers, his embrace tightening like he refuses to let you go. you rest your forehead on his own, trying to burn the image of his beautiful face into the depths of your memory. cursed into a loveless marriage for the foreseeable future, you can at least have this. his arms wrapped around you, his warmth chasing away the chill of the eveningâlooking at you like you hung the moon up on the sky.
a soft kiss is placed on the back of his hand as your silent response. but it only further compounds the ache that settles into your heart. closing your eyes, you focus on the stillness of nature and being in the arms of your lover for the last time.
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