#i didnt know how to respond so [sharp left turn]

[cozymochi]

*sneaks in with a potato sack*

Don't mind me! 😃

*proceeds to make several traps with tres leches cake, Fugu, and Basil pesto pasta*

Just pretend I'm not even here! 😊

*sets all the traps and hides in the bushes with Rook*

I'm definitely not trying to kidnap people! 🤭

👁️👄👁️ …Scary.

Thankfully Emilio and Nyoka aren’t that easily fooled by cartoonish means. …Cecil though— :(

But it’s okay, Rook’s a little very weird quirky, but he’s nice to his fellow Science Club peer.

He gets him some food afterwards.

[arxiwon]

omg the vampire ni-ki fic is sooo good!! can i request a part 2 where ni-ki and reader figure out their new relationship dynamics? there can also be a bit of angst where reader gets upset that ni-ki didnt ask before turning her/she misses being human (but she knows deep down that this was the right choice, because she doesnt want to be apart from ni-ki either). a bit of angst with happy ending, can be suggestive!

Bound by Blood

Pairing: Vampire!Ni-ki × Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Supernatural, Slight Suggestiveness Warnings: Blood drinking, mention of death, emotional turmoil, struggling with immortality, suggestive tension

Summary: This is Part 2 of “Mine, Forever.” (You can read Part 1 ). After Ni-ki turned you to save your life, you’re forced to navigate the consequences of his choice—the loss of your humanity, the unrelenting hunger, and the fact that you can never go back to who you were before. Resentment lingers, but so does love. Ni-ki refuses to let you go, and despite everything… maybe you don’t want to let him go either.

The thirst was unbearable. It clawed at your throat like a fire that wouldn’t die, a relentless hunger you couldn’t satisfy. You had tried drinking water, eating food—anything to drown out the craving, but nothing worked.

Nothing except him.

Ni-ki watched you carefully from across the dimly lit room, his amber eyes sharp and calculating. He had been giving you space—too much space, actually. Since the night he turned you, he barely touched you. He barely spoke. And it made you furious.

“Why did you do it?” you finally asked, voice hoarse from hours of silence.

Ni-ki stiffened, his fingers curling against his knee. He exhaled sharply, but didn’t look at you.

“I had no choice.”

“No choice?” You scoffed, standing abruptly. The motion was too fast, unnatural—another reminder of what you had become. Your nails dug into your palms as you stepped toward him, heart pounding despite the fact that it no longer needed to. “You didn’t ask me, Ni-ki. You didn’t let me decide.”

His jaw clenched. “If I had let you decide, you wouldn’t be here.”

The words sliced through you. Because he was right. If he had asked, you would’ve said no. You would’ve chosen to die. And the thought of that—of leaving him alone—sent a sharp ache through your chest.

But still.

“You took my choice away,” you whispered. “You took my life.”

Ni-ki finally looked at you then, his golden eyes darkening into something unreadable. Something dangerous. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you, too close, his presence overwhelming. His fingers lifted to trace along your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“I gave you a new one,” he murmured.

Your breath hitched. You hated how your body responded to him, how even now, when you were supposed to be angry, his touch sent shivers down your spine. You hated that he was the only thing that could ease this hunger gnawing at you.

And he knew it.

“Drink.” His voice was low, coaxing. “I know you want to.”

Your lips parted involuntarily, fangs aching at the thought. You hated him. You hated what he had done. But god, you needed him.

“Ni-ki…” Your voice trembled, hands gripping his shirt.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, bringing his wrist to your lips.

You hesitated for only a second before sinking your fangs in.

A choked breath left Ni-ki’s lips, his grip tightening on your waist. His blood was intoxicating, sweet and warm, and the fire in your throat dulled instantly. The hunger twisted into something else—something darker, deeper. Your hands roamed up his chest, nails dragging against his skin as you pressed closer, the bond between you tightening like an invisible thread pulling you together.

Ni-ki let out a low growl, his forehead pressing against yours. “See?” he rasped. “You belong to me now.”

Tears burned your eyes, but you didn’t stop drinking. Because deep down, you knew—no matter how much you missed your old life, no matter how much you resented what he had done—you didn’t want to be apart from him either.

And that terrified you more than anything.

Ni-ki’s blood filled your senses, rich and overwhelming, drowning out everything else. It was euphoric, intoxicating—a sensation unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your fingers tightened against his chest, gripping his shirt as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality.

A low groan rumbled in Ni-ki’s throat. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His touch wasn’t gentle—it was possessive, claiming. And the worst part? You let him.

When you finally pulled away, lips stained with crimson, Ni-ki’s gaze was unreadable. His golden irises burned with something raw, something untamed.

“There,” he murmured, his thumb swiping the corner of your lips. His voice was husky, tinged with satisfaction. “Better?”

You should’ve slapped him. Should’ve pushed him away, screamed at him, cursed him for what he had done to you. But instead, you stood there, heart thrumming with something dangerously close to desire.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

Ni-ki’s lips curled into a smirk, as if he had been expecting it. “I know.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with tension. You turned away, forcing space between you, but Ni-ki didn’t let you get far.

“You’re upset,” he stated.

You let out a bitter laugh. “No shit.”

Ni-ki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did you want me to do?” he asked, voice quieter now. “Watch you die?”

“Yes,” you shot back, spinning on your heel to face him. “Because it was my choice to make, Ni-ki! Not yours!”

Your voice cracked, anger giving way to grief. You hadn’t even let yourself mourn yet. Hadn’t let yourself accept that your humanity was gone forever. And the realization was suffocating.

Ni-ki’s jaw tightened. “You wouldn’t have made it,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “You were dying, (Y/N). Right in front of me. I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “I couldn’t lose you.”

Your eyes burned, throat tightening as his words sank in. You hated how much they affected you. Hated how, despite everything, your heart still ached for him.

You took a slow, shaky breath. “But I lost myself, Ni-ki.”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he reached for you—slowly, as if afraid you might run. His fingers brushed against your wrist, then curled around it, firm yet careful. He guided your hand to his chest, pressing your palm against his heartbeat.

“You’re still here,” he murmured. “You’re still you.”

Your fingers twitched against his skin. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Ni-ki’s grip tightened. “Then I’ll remind you.”

The promise in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, he was crowding you, backing you against the wall. His hands slid to your waist, warm and grounding.

“Ni-ki—”

“I’ll make you feel alive again,” he whispered, lips ghosting over your pulse point. “I’ll make you forget.”

A breath hitched in your throat.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, hungry—just like you had been moments ago, drinking from him like he was your lifeline. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back as he deepened the kiss. Your body melted against him, instincts taking over, craving him in a way that terrified you.

His lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, pausing over the fresh bite mark he had left on you. His tongue flicked over it, and you gasped, gripping his arms. He chuckled darkly against your skin.

“See?” he murmured. “You still feel.”

You hated that he was right.

Hated how much you wanted him.

But most of all—you hated how, despite everything, you could never hate him.

And maybe… maybe you never really wanted to.

You hated him. Or at least, you wanted to.

But as Ni-ki’s hands mapped your body—holding you as if you were the most fragile, most precious thing in existence—you realized something terrifying.

You weren’t afraid of him.

You were afraid of yourself.

Afraid of how much you still wanted him. How much you still loved him.

Even after everything.

His lips were still pressed against your neck, lingering at the bite he had given you. You should have shoved him away. Screamed at him. But all you did was grip his shoulders, trying to steady yourself. Trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch.

“Ni-ki…” Your voice was barely a whisper.

He hummed, kissing the mark again—soothing it, claiming it. “I’m right here.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “That’s the problem.”

He stilled.

For the first time since this nightmare began, you felt his hesitation. His uncertainty. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. Wasn’t teasing. His golden eyes flickered with something vulnerable, something raw.

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

The question caught you off guard.

Your lips parted, but the answer refused to come. Did you regret it? Did you regret living? Regret him?

You thought about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t turned you. Thought about the cold, creeping grasp of death pulling you under. Thought about the fear, the pain—how it had all disappeared the moment his venom seeped into your veins.

Your fingers curled against his shirt.

No.

You didn’t regret it.

Not really.

Because despite the anger, the grief, the loss of your humanity—you were still here.

With him.

And that realization made your stomach twist in ways you weren’t ready to face.

Ni-ki’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. His voice was quieter now, softer.

“I didn’t do this just to keep you,” he admitted. “I did it because I couldn’t lose you.”

Your breath hitched.

Ni-ki never showed weakness. Never let anyone see past the sharp, smug exterior he wore like armor. But now? Now, he was laying himself bare. For you.

And maybe… maybe he had always been yours to begin with.

You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you reached up to touch his wrist. “I don’t know how to do this,” you whispered.

Ni-ki exhaled slowly, his forehead resting against yours. “Then let me teach you.”

His lips ghosted over yours, a silent question. A plea.

And this time, you were the one who kissed him.

The moment your lips met, something inside you cracked open.

Ni-ki groaned, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss was slow, deep—less frantic than before, but just as consuming. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world now. Because he did.

Because you did.

His fingers traced the curve of your jaw, down the column of your throat, over your collarbone. Everywhere he touched, he set you on fire. You gasped when he nipped at your bottom lip, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You taste different now,” he murmured.

“So do you.”

He laughed, but it was breathless. Hungry.

His arms wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the bed. Your heart pounded as he lowered you onto the mattress, hovering over you. He took his time, pressing slow, lingering kisses along your jaw, down your throat, over the mark he had left.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your skin.

You shuddered.

And for the first time since you woke up in this new existence, you didn’t want to fight it.

Didn’t want to fight him.

Because he was yours, too.

And nothing—not time, not death, not even fate—could ever change that.

The End.

[choso-star]

jjk men and jobs!!

summary:

jjk men and there modern jobs!!

characters:

gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino

authors note

wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!

CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff

bartender! gojo

-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.

-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled up🤭🤭

-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.

“aww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so well” all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. “to fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby we’ll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friends” when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.

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tattoo artist! geto

-i have such a love hate relationship with this man😞

-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(🤭)

-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into

-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but you’re just to cute to refuse.

“hold still princess, it’ll only hurt for a moment” geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. “y’know what if your gonna keep bitchin i’ll make you quite”

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piercer! choso

-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me

-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesn’t necessarily look that sweet.

-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.

-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.

-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.

“just lay down on the chair and it wont take very long” you lay down, ‘to late to turn back now’ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasn’t a great sight. “so pretty, ready for your piercing?”

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ceo! nanami

-i know, i know “ceo? everyone puts him as that” its just what he is😞

-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work

-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 o’clock meeting.

“such a good girl bent over the desk for me” he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. “nanamin p-please give’m more” you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. “if you dont shut up your not getting any of my cock”

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plumber! toji

-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever 😊😊 (please send help)

-definitely fucking hates his job😭 wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.

-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but he’s doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.

-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.

“m’better hurry up before your daddy gets home” toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. “t-toji your too big., m’gonna cum soon- ah” you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder “c’mon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next time”

toji didn’t fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like he’ll have to come back to finish the job.

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actor! megumi

-he’s a pretty boy so ofc he’s gonna be on screen

-all the girls want him, he’s literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.

-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist

“hold still megs i have to put more blush on you” you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumi’s hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his face“megumi! now im gonna have to redo your base” you whine, but megumi doesn’t care, pulling you into a slow kiss “as long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girl”

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delivery driver! yuji

-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits him😭😭

-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?

-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.

-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

“fuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever could” he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth “mmmhm.. m’yes- y..uji soso good!” you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going “good, i’ll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mind”

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firefighter! ino

-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing spraying🥰(im sorry that was so bad😭)

-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.

-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are

-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like you’ll be spending a lot more time with him!!

“cmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers “ he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. “i only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!” he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. “well now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”

[geesecanon]

decided that the Ford POV chapter didnt really have a place in the narrative, but still thought it was fun, so...

Evidence in the Epistolary (Chapter Four ½)

a tumblr-exclusive in-between for Chapters 4 and 5 Rating: Teen & Up Type: Multi-chapter Chapter: Penumbrally Yours (4.5/9) Summary: "Respect is not something you get over, it is something you lose, and even now Ford is holding onto it tightly." read the rest of the fic here

I prefer Bach? Ford thinks wildly, standing in complete silence and staring at the door you had just left through. I’m a romanticist!

Only now is he starting to get his senses about him after the past few whirlwind days. First it was barely managing to dock the boat for repairs, then it was returning to find a small-scale crime scene in his lab, then discovering he may have drank an indeterminate amount of venomous mucus — for the first time in several days, he actually feels alone enough to just breathe, and reflect.

Annoyingly, the reflection keeps casting you in his peripherals.

He had meant what he’d said over the phone: he trusts Fiddleford’s judgment insofar as the man trusts his — although, Ford does wish he would consult a family tree before throwing around the term cousin so willy-nilly. Ford had gotten a real earful when suggesting that again, while standing in the cramped security room and running back the tapes showcasing your misfortune. 

It looked like it had hurt.

Whereas he had expected to return, unpack, dust some shelves and get back to his research pastimes in relative peace before the summer arrived, you had crashed through those expectations with wild abandon (not unlike, say, you crashed through his lab several days prior). With all the evidence finally amassed, the act comes off as entirely unintentional; in person, he can hardly parse your character from one moment to the next. Your actions oscillate wildly, between defending yourself emphatically to dedicating a not insignificant amount of time unraveling his riddle.

Giving you his number via cypher had been, admittedly, a spur of the moment decision. He had justified that, after forcing your hand to apologize, you would hardly want to see him again and would probably just toss the thing in general. But last time he had bothered to reach out to a stranger had yielded such promising results, he couldn’t help but test the theory again. He would have just gone snail searching the next day himself, if you never responded.

Instead, you gave him a very quick one.

Saying you simply had character is an understatement; you seem to suffer from an excess of it. Everything you did had some undercurrent of melodrama, from telling him to shoo to doubling down on that aberrant pianist comment, and every small thing in between. Ford found it endlessly frustrating not being able to keep track of your sudden turns; perhaps you, also, did not know how to deal with him.

So, finding the snowcone snail — Herbert — had been a wonderfully cordial moment between you two. Which leaves him wondering whether you can be actually tolerable sometimes, instead of being some degree of insufferable. Or, at least, whether you had a baseline of tolerant degrees of insufferability.

He looks down and studies his hands, curiously. You ever learn Clair de Lune?

The answer, somehow, is no.

Ford has been in quasi-isolation with his brother for the better part of half a year, and even though he manages to communicate with the kids fairly regularly, they are still part of the traditional cohort he rarely ventures out of. Getting cut on your sharp attitude stood as a bit of a wake-up call — I’m not going to crawl on all fours while some holier-than-thou asshole stares down his nose at me — and reminded him that he sounds… like that, a lot of the time, to strangers. Pompous. Lofty. A braggart. Someone who faxes their number in thirteenth century Cistercian number notation rather than, say, asking for your number via mutual acquaintance. 

Still, he does not stare down his nose — or if he does, his height is entirely to blame.

Eventually, he wanders away from the door and back to his desk, slumping in his chair and staring at the dark monitor in front of him, fingers steepled. On instinct, he almost pulls up his email inbox, to see if any new worthwhile correspondence has come in, but he halts the impulse and backtracks to examine it critically.

Ford is hardly an idiot; he has his suspicions. Stanford Pines is hardly a common name in the scientific community nowadays, since he is out of step with most of it, so there was hardly any reason for you to look so… stricken, when you first met him. He is beginning to learn that you cannot regulate your facial expressions for the life of you, which is a boon is in his favor because it means, thus far, he has a good track record of understanding when he has gone too far. Which, he has. Several times.

Why is it always silicone-based nucleotides? He’s heard that one before, too.

Who else is publishing research that carbon-based life forms are actually a rarity in the universe(s)? He isn’t even publishing on it (admittedly because his papers keep getting rejected) but you had claimed it was old news to you. Plus, the same initials, atop both finding strange creatures, atop your general argot… he wonders what your opinion on waveform continuity between D-branes on the level of quantum-scale spacetime turbulence at a great state energy in a vacuum would be.

He has yet to decide whether this is a reality he wants, that you and his penpal are concordant, or if he would rather keep the two worlds separate. The thought of meeting his penpal is thrilling; the thought of them almost immediately calling him an asshole, less so.

So, even though the coincidences seem to run rampant, he doubts the universe would hand his esteemed penpal over on a silver platter (or, dropped directly into his lab). Life hardly works out so easily for him, so he takes to any degree of ease in his life with a skeptical eye.

Infinite universes do beg infinite odds.

Whether his suspicions are unfounded or not are yet to be seen — and from the way your last encounter had just ended, stiff and professional, he would never get to investigate those suspicions in person. He is left at the mercy of waiting for an email back; whatever the response is would be a large indicator in the right direction.

He will just have to be patient, he reasons, which is a skill well-cultivated through the events of his life. Although Stan loves to tell him to quit the overanalyzing, the paranoia may actually come in handy for once. If adhering to the usual schedule, he should be receiving a reply sometime tomorrow.

So, Ford busies himself with cleaning up the crime scene in his lab.

The outcome he neglects to consider, of course, is a complete lack of reply.

The week steadily passes, and with each day his well-cultivated patience prunes itself more and more. This coincides with an unfortunate return of some recurring nightmares — which typically happen his first few weeks back on land, anyway — so the fact he has hardly slept or made it past a REM cycle does not help the situation, or his mood, or his sensibility.

Ungracefully, he whines about it, over dinner.

“Maybe I should send another email,” Ford posits gloomily, thoroughly ignoring his full plate. Stan had, almost literally, dragged him up from his lab to have a sit-down meal, rather than the here-and-there snacking at odd hours that he had fallen into the past few days.

The conversational topic arose against his will; his brother had said something akin to, so, what’s with all the moping? before their butts had even hit their chairs, which is a classic Stanley Pines-style ambush. And Ford, lacking in sleep and common sense, had answered truthfully. Something about expecting a reply, no emails from the past week, adjusting to being back on land…

“Nuh-uh,” Stan replies around his mouthful.

Ford sighs, finding the answer unhelpful, and spoons his food around his plate.

“You better eat that,” Stan threatens. “I slaved away for hours.”

“Please,” Ford says flippantly, although gathering a spoonful as he speaks. “You popped a frozen meal into the oven.”

“And, that took a lot of effort.”

He smiles despite himself and takes a bite to cover it. After a few moments, having satisfied the arbitrary eating requirement for now, he continues with his list of possibilities. “Maybe, for whatever reason, it ended up in their spam folder…”

“I said,” Stan interjects sternly, “nuh-uh.”

“Or, maybe when I suggested to meet up, it was offensive somehow…”

It had been a fear steadily growing until it bloomed entirely, gnarled and convoluted. Say a confluence of events had brought you two together unexpectantly, at the same time he sent his messages suggesting to meet up. It is not a far leap in his mind that, after actually meeting, you decided you no longer wanted to theoretically meet and instead aimed to shunt him from your life completely, starting with your hasty fleeing from the lab a week ago to blocking his email address entirely…

“Maybe they’re just an asshole,” Stan says flatly.

Despite how inarguably rude this entire scenario is, Ford wrinkles his nose and does not grace that with a verbal response.

Which has never deterred his brother before. “Whoever it is has been ignoring you for a solid week,” he complains. “Just admit that you’re down bad and move on with your life.”

“I’m trying to at least give the benefit of the… wait, down bad?” The abrupt turn serves to stop the yawning maw of paranoia inside him from growing any wider, at least at the moment. “I am not down bad,” he says incredulously.

Stan rolls his eyes. “I’m not having this conversation again.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans back in his chair, legs widening, and now in front of an empty plate. Ford’s own remains picked over. “You know what I think.”

He does know. The conversation usually went something like: how’s the nerd crush going? and it’s not a nerd crush and what else would you call going goo-goo eyes over a bunch of emails and I don’t think having a modicum of admiration is a crime and is that what they’re calling it nowadays? and stop reading into things, Stan, not everything is an innuendo and…

Ultimately, it boils down to Stan chalking several months’ worth of extensive and exhaustive correspondence to being a kind of school-yard crush, which also means he thinks Ford just need to get over it and move on with his life. This implies there is something to get over, which there isn’t; respect is not something you get over, it is something you lose, and even now Ford is holding onto it tightly. Stan can call it a nerd crush all he wants but Ford thinks, in the aggregate, the data still falls in his penpal’s favor.

“Yes,” Ford says snidely. “I do know.”

Stan just shrugs, immune to that tone, as he is all others. “Just, don’t tell me that’s what you’ve been losin’ sleep over.” When Ford does not dispute this, instead busy hiding a horribly timed and incriminating yawn behind his hand, Stan groans. “Really?”

“It’s a confluence of things,” he mutters, not wanting to discuss what is causing his recent bouts of insomnia: it is a well-trodden path that neither of them enjoy revisiting. The food in front of him is suddenly very interesting again.

Yet, it is undeniable that he is starting to feel the tail-end of this stilted circadian rhythm. If he doesn’t voluntarily choose when to try and get some sleep soon, his body would choose the time  for him.

Whatever Stan takes from Ford’s tone makes him frown and sit up straighter, reaching forward and drumming his fingers on the table in a steady rhythm. “Nightmares are back?”

The question is redundant. Ford sucks his teeth and does not answer.

His brother sighs, shoulders deflating. “You do any perimeter checks lately?” he asks, resigned to the compulsion Ford occasionally succumbs to when the paranoia is especially bad. It runs in direct correlation with how many hours he has been awake in a thirty-six hour period.

“Of course I have,” he snaps, with little real bite.

“You wanna do one again, when you’re done?”

“No,” he says automatically. When Stan gives him a real, capital ‘L’ Look, he grumbles, “Maybe.”

Stan raps his knuckles on the table, twice. “Hear-hear.” It is probably one of the more amicable ends to these half-conversations they have. Stan must be feeling especially chatty, because he continues, “Listen. If you want someone to talk to about all your nerd crap, just call that, uh, new person. The one who broke shit.”

“That is the last person I want to talk to, right now,” Ford gripes, which is seventy-five percent true. Sixty-five. The more distance is put between your last meeting and the current moment, the more he finds himself becoming sentimental over the encounter. Which is hardly the correct way to feel; he has to remind himself that no only do you have an undeniable rude streak, you hardly seem like his biggest fan. But his mind keeps tripping over your ready acquiescence to everything new thrown at you that day. Your open and persistent curiosity over something as small as a snowcone snail had been… refreshing.

Not to mention, until he has the proof, he should really be keeping his ambivalent feelings towards you and his positive feelings towards his penpal separate. Low expectations tended to lead to better outcomes.

“Nothing but trouble,” he continues. “And an absolute pain in the ass to try and reason with.”

Stan thinks over what was just said for a moment, then says plainly, “Kinda cute, too.”

Ford guffaws. “You haven’t even seen…”

“I’ve got eagle eyes,” Stan claims.

“You have the literal opposite,” Ford insists, “because you are even more nearsighted than me.”

But he’s fallen right into his brother’s trap, because Stan then smugly points out, “You ain’t disagreeing with me.”

Ford just shakes his head; regardless of what he says, he loses. “It hardly matters. I doubt I’ll be getting any calls out of the blue.”

“Sweet Moses,” Stan mutters, then louder: “For someone so smart, you can be really dumb, you know that?”

He frowns. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Would it kill you to try and make friends, I dunno, the normal way?” Stan says.

“Yes,” Ford answers immediately, only mostly joking and not understanding what the ‘normal way’ even is.

“Just call pretending you’re concerned about that, uh… what was it?”

“Snowcone snail,” he supplies.

Stan snaps his fingers. “Yeah, that. Not hard. Send a text. Give ‘em a call.”

“As if it were that easy,” Ford grumbles, going back to his meal.

“If you can believe it,” Stan says with a grin, “it is.” With a melodramatic groan, he stands and stretches out his back. “Anyway, you’re on KP, Sixer.”

Ford, reluctantly, concedes to that.

After cleaning the kitchen then checking the perimeter with an uncharacteristically patient Stan, Ford wanders around his lab aimlessly, looking for something to do that will keep him awake even just a little while longer. Everything he tries filters through his brain like a sieve and he may just need to accept a restless sleep in his near future, if only to continue showcasing as a functional human.

This is a conclusion only drawn further by the fact that he is actually considering reaching out to you. Like Stan had said, it would be exceptionally easy to couch it in concern for Herbert’s well-being, a ruse to draw you back to the lab for a confab. Maybe that would keep him awake: a scintillating conversation. It actually sounds achievable: you seem awfully endeared to the little guy, which in turn has endeared Ford to you… or, the memory of you. The hypothetical overlap of identities of you.

Absence must really make the heart grow fonder. Or, at least more tolerant.

He isn’t trying to fool himself into ignoring that half the reason he wants to see you again is to suss out whether he has actually been talking to you for several months, over email. It may explain the rose-tint his memories of you now have. If he’s right, then the speed of your conversations can increase tenfold. If he’s wrong, then Ford can pretend he simply wanted to see you for you, which is a prospect not entirely untrue.

But the radio silence he has been getting from either end, regardless of who is on the other side, still worries him, and so there begs a third opinion, in which he is both right and wrong: you are his penpal, and have decided he isn’t worth the trouble anymore.

Frowning, he ambles to his desk.

Stan was, begrudgingly, right about one more thing. You are attractive. Being on the other end of your grin had felt like a sucker punch to the sternum, in probably the most pleasant way that can happen. It is impossible to not want to do anything to get you to smile like that again.

All factors combined, Ford still stands at a frustrating net neutral. He really should just fold and at least send a text, but he hates texting, which leaves a phone call, but that would be —

On his desk, his cell phone goes off, interrupting his inner monologuing.

Ford’s eyebrows raise when he sees the name on the caller ID, then proceeds to stare at it. Tries to figure out if this is an exhaustion-induced hallucination, or if he has fallen asleep at his desk without noticing and this is a dream.

Belatedly, he realizes he should probably pick up, regardless of situation. There’s nothing to lose. “Go for Ford."

[3ardnpc]

Hello! I saw requests were open and thought you may like this prompt

Imagine reader was in some way, shape, or form really good at flying a ship. It doesn't matter what kind it is, they can fly it. And din and reader are being chased by pirates or something like that, and the reader takes over flying while din goes off to do something, and all of a sudden their doing Barrel rolls and death drops making all the cargo fly everywhere (it would be hilarious if this is new information to din and he didnt know reader could do this)

This is just a silly little thought i had. You can add onto it and change it however you like (if you could add like mild tension of any kind i would be very grateful!) Love ya!

-H

TAGS: slight angst, injury mention, misunderstandings?, happy ending

A/N: hi H!!!! I loved this request and I'm sorry it took so long. I got sucked into the dragon age rabbit hole and just managed to crawl out after finishing origins lol hope you enjoy it!!!

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Din’s breathless voice came through the com, “Get the ship started.”

You could tell he was running from the sound of blaster fire. Another failed bounty, you could only assume, for the third time in a row.

Things weren't looking so good for the two of you. Your partnership with the bounty hunter started with Grogu, getting him to the Jedi safely, and with Grogu gone now, things were tense. You didn't know where your partnership stood anymore, what it meant now that the mission was done.

You bring the engine to life with the flip of a few switches absentmindedly.

When you heard the clamoring of boots against steel, you shot up from the pilot seat and took your place in the co-pilot seat. Din came in seconds later, sliding into the pilot seat and getting the ship in the air.

“Hurt?” you muttered, fingers twitching in your lap as you await an answer.

He didn't respond, but his fingers curled around the wheel.

“I don't think they're following us. I’ll be back.”

He slipped out of the chair, switching into autopilot, and the door with a slight limp, disappearing down the ladder.

You sighed. He always lets you patch him up, at least before. Was it really time to move on? Was this his way of telling you he didn't need you anymore?

In your wandering thoughts, you failed to notice the tailing ship until shots blasted past the wings of the ship. Your mind and body jolted into action, slipping into the captain's chair.

Sharp, calculated maneuvers had the ship diving and twisting to avoid being shot.

You could hear the clamor of things in the cargo hold being thrown around, including Din. He was cursing, grunting, being shoved against the cramped walls of the hold.

Eventually, you managed to lose the pirates once again, settling back into the pilot's seat and hearing Din clamor back up the ladder into the cockpit.

“What the hell were you doing?” Din snapped, spinning your chair around.

His tone made you bristle. “Saving our asses. Those pirates were on us,” you retorted.

“Yes, but your piloting was reckless. You should've called me.”

“Sorry if I'm a little rusty,” you huffed. You hadn't been able to practice your piloting skills since Din always flew. It was his ship after all, and you were always busy with Grogu to chip in. “If you don't like my piloting, then I'll go. Seems like lately, you don't need my help with anything. So, what am I still doing here?”

There it was. The topic you'd been too afraid to broach. Your throat tightened, and suddenly you realized the fatigue in your muscles pulling your body to the ground.

You're glad you don't have to see his face. The silence is enough. You had to go.

“I'm going to bed. I'm sure you’ve got this handled.” You left the pilot seat and brushed past him.

—

Sleep didn't come easy which was why you could hear Din approaching your cot. He paused at your bedside, and you could feel his gaze on your back.

You turned over and looked at him with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to speak up.

“I didn't know you knew how to pilot,” he started, easing down onto one of the crates. You picked up on the faint hiss he let out and the way his body slumped to one side.

“Well, you don't know a lot about me.” You didn't mean for it to come out so harsh, but maybe it's a truth the both of you needed to hear. When you reflected on your journey together, neither of you had ever been open to one another. As someone who only ever had themselves to rely on, being vulnerable was foreign to you. Now you were losing Din because of it.

Just when your chest started to constrict, he finally said just enough for you to hear, “I'd like to.”

Your eyes widened, your mouth moving to speak, but the words were lost. In reality, you didn’t know how to say you wanted that too.

“I don't want you to leave. We… work well together,” he confessed.

You sat up, heart hammering in your chest as you stared at him, and nodded. “Okay, I'll stay.”

There were a lot of things the two of you had to work on, but you were glad this wasn't the end.

[ballsandbabes]

SK8: Stranger in a universe

authors note: I finally watched SK8 and i have to say its amazing. And since this is a blog about sports, I thought I would give it a try// y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Cherry Blossom (Kaoru Sakurayashiki) × Reader

summary: A funny, flirty, slow-burn story about a stranger in a universe full of skating, sweetness and fun.

genre: Comedy, Romance, Slice of Life, Slight Sci-fi/Fantasy (dimension jump)

word count: i am so sorry, it is kinda long and chaotic >_<

Being 23, sometimes overran you. University, living alone, working, it was all just too much at times. You urgently needed a holiday. Actually, you already had it, but you couldn't go away. Your job in the small sports shop was great, fun but only paid semi-well. You'd love to close the door to your small flat, pack your suitcase and set off. To get at least a little closer to that holiday feeling, you went to the swimming pool. on the way back, you slung your bag over your shoulder and bought yourself a bubble tea. Peach. The flavour of summer.

So you were just walking home with your bubble tea when you tripped over a glowing manhole cover and being too curious for your own good, you took a closer look. What was this thing??? —well, physics stopped making sense, the moment you decided to investigate.

There was a loud snap, a flash of pink lightning, and the next thing you knew, was the feeling of passing out. When you woke up, you were lying in the middle of a back alley lit by neon signs, a bunch of weird graffiti, and the distant sound of wheels hitting asphalt. Everything hurt and the headache bumming in your head. Ugh, it hurt. Coming back to your senses, you looked around. Neon lights, loud noises that almost sounded like shouts. A mountain? No, more like a park? No, no...it looked more like a kind of quarry, an old disused site that now looked like a nature park that had been neglected. Thats when it hit you. Wait, This Isn’t Tokyo…

So you decided to assess this new situation. To get an overview. Something was very wrong here. The closer you got to the supposed quarry, the louder the noises became: scratching, shouting and muffled cracking. When you reached the iron gate, you saw the huge ‘S’. S? what was that supposed to be? Your eyes wandered. Two men, maybe security, were standing at the gate. They refused you the entry. Now even more determined to get to the bottom of things, you set off on your search and found a hole in the fence. You squeezed through with all your might. Your knees and upper left arm were scratched in the process.

Turns out, “S” wasn’t a weird dream or a music video shoot. As you had thought at first. It was a full-blown, underground skateboarding race with the most chaotic cast of characters you'd ever met. It felt so surreal.

You were quickly swept up by Miya, who thought your bewildered expression was hilarious. Joe offered you food (always food), and Reki dragged you to watch a race. Langa was, as always, quiet and emotionally magnetic. People, who you didnt know.

Thats when you met him. Kaoru Sakurayashiki aka Cherry Blossom.

When you first met him he was wearing a sharp kimono, standing next to a talking A.I. robot board???, sipping matcha like he was above everyone — including gravity — and judging you like you'd just insulted a haiku. It felt so surreal.

“Another one?” he said flatly when introduced to you. “Are we recruiting people off the street now?”

You responded with the only thing appropriate in your head, “You look like a cherry-flavored Bond villain.”

And just like that, you two were instant frenemies.

___ _ _ _

It took you a few days to process it all. Joe was kind enough to offer you the chance to stay in one of the few guest rooms in his restaurant. You had told him everything, how you had found the strange thing on the way home and now you were here. At first he thought you were crazy. But little by little, you realised that this was your reality and Joe wanted to help. To find answers and bring you home. Your life now included the following surreal truths:

You lived in the guest room above Joe’s restaurant, which constantly smelled like grilled fish and expensive hair products.

Miya had tried to recruit you as his “skateboard disciple” twice.

Shadow scared you at first, but now regularly dropped off flower arrangements for your “room vibes.”

You were definitely not in Tokyo anymore.

And finally: Everyone had made it their personal mission to figure out how you got here. Which you were very thankyful for. At least most of the time.

Which is why you were now sitting in the dustiest section of the Okinawan public library, surrounded by five of the most chaotic people you’d ever met.

“This is ridiculous,” Cherry muttered, flipping through a book on quantum string theory like it was casual Sunday reading. “We’re not going to find transdimensional answers in a public library.”

Joe leaned back in his chair,“You’re just mad you haven’t found a book smart enough for you yet.”

“You brought manga, Kaoru.”

“It was a commentary on multiverse theory in graphic form.”

“It had a cat-girl with laser beams coming out of her ears.”

You sat across from them, trying not to laugh behind your hand.

Langa was quietly leafing through a book called “Parallel Worlds for Dummies” while Miya sat beside him, bored out of his mind and drawing on a sticky note. You closed the dusty tome in front of you, sneezing,“Honestly, the last thing I remember before waking up here was stepping on a glowing manhole cover. Which makes zero sense unless I got hit by a radioactive sewer turtle. or something.”

Miya perked up. “Wait. That’s how every anime portal storyline starts. Weird light, obscure object, boom—you’re in a new world.”

Reki appeared with a stack of books labeled Folklore and Urban Legends of Okinawa, “Maybe it wasn’t a manhole. Maybe it was, like… a sealed gate or something?”

“I’m sorry,” Cherry said, deadpan,���Did you say sealed gate? Are we pretending our lives are a shounen manga now?”

Joe grinned, “Well, she kinda did fall for into our world, so…”

Kaoru shot him a withering look that could’ve melted steel. You kicked Joe lightly under the table. “Don’t tease him. He’s helping me.”

Joe held his hands up and laughed,“Hey, I’m just saying. We’ve got a classic setup: mysterious arrival, secret power maybe...that would be the chance to introduce a love storyline, dont you think?”

“I....Joe what are you saying?? I got transferred to another world and you think about a romance....,” you asked him and arched a brow.

Needless to say, you guys didnt find anything but it was a fun afternoon.

___ _ _ _

You weren’t expecting anyone to come with you. After the hours of dusty research and teasing chaos at the library, you told the group you wanted to explore a bit—stretch your legs, clear your head, see this world.

Joe had grinned immediately. “Great idea. Kaoru will go with you.He is very knowledgeable about our town.”

You and Cherry blinked in sync, “I—what?”

Joe just winked and shoved a bubble tea into Cherry’s hands like it was a legally binding contract, “Don’t argue. It’ll be good for you.”

So now you were here. Walking through the quieter backstreets of Okinawa with a man who looked like he belonged in a calligraphy museum more than beside a vending machine. Kaoru sipped his drink with the delicacy of a monk. You slurped yours like a heathen.

“So,” you said after a beat, “do you even do casual walks, or am I corrupting you?”

He gave you a glance, unreadable and just a little amused,“Contrary to popular belief, I do occasionally go outside. I just prefer to do so without a peanut gallery.” You grinned,“Well, sorry. You’re stuck with me, Cherry Blossom.”

“You’re never going to let that name go, are you?,” he sighed in defeat.

“Nope,” you laughed. Mindlessly walking around town, the two of you ended up in a park with an open path and no one else around — just cicadas, distant ocean wind, and the sun starting its slow slide westward. You sat on a bench and nudged the skateboard you borrowed from Reki.

“So,” you said, “if I want to survive in this world, I should probably stop riding this thing like it’s cursed.”

Kaoru raised a brow. “It’s a skateboard. Not a ritual object y/n.”

“To me, it might as well be both,” you grinned. Remembering the time Reki made you try it. After a moment’s pause, he stood and stepped onto the board with effortless grace. The wheels rolled with a soft click against the pavement.

“We should start with your footing,” he said, gesturing, “If you can’t stand on it still, you can’t control it in motion.”

You blinked,“Wait. Karou...Are you teaching me?”

“I’d rather teach you than see you attempt and sprain something important,” he denied quickly. You stood and stepped toward him, mock-scowling,“Your concern is so flattering.”

He smirked, faintly, then pointed,“Back foot here. Front foot angled. Balance your center.”

You did as told, wobbling a bit. Instantly, his hands were on your waist — steady, cool, sure.

“Don’t overthink it,” he said quietly,“The board isn’t the enemy.”

You looked up, slightly breathless from how close he was, “What is the enemy?”

“Gravity. Arrogance. People who think pineapple belongs on pizza.”

You snorted and promptly lost your balance, falling right into him. He caught you. Easily. And didn’t let go right away. After skating (or “wobbling and not dying,” as you called it), the two of you walked along the coastal road, watching the waves crash below. Kaoru was uncharacteristically quiet, and the air between you had softened. No sarcasm. No teasing. Just wind and space to think.

“Can I ask you something?” you said. He nodded.

“Do you ever think about what you’d be doing in another life?,” you asked. He blinked,“Another world?”

“Yeah. Like… if things had been different.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “Sometimes. I think I’d teach. Not in a dojo — too formal. Maybe a garden, somewhere peaceful. No noise. Just tea, books, and people who want to learn.”

You smiled. “That suits you very well, even if i dont know you all that well.”

“Then lets change that. What about you?,” he replied. You hesitated, kicking a small stone,“I used to want to be an artist. Illustrations, stories… stuff like that. But then bills happened. Real life happened.”

“You gave it up?,” he asked with a hint of curiosity.

“I had to,” you said, voice small, “Sometimes dreams aren’t things you chase. They’re things you set down quietly so you can keep walking.”

He looked at you then — really looked, “Maybe you were meant to find them again. In a different way. In a different place.”

You smiled sadly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just landed in a weird skateboard alternate universe to meet a man who speaks like a haiku and acts like a cat with commitment issues.”

He exhaled a laugh. It was soft and genuine,“Touché.”

The evening was nice. It was nice to talkt to someone like that. Even if it was a stranger.

___ _ _ _

Back in your room at Joe's, you'd showered and cleaned up your bruises. Skating just wasn't your thing. Bed ready, you let yourself fall into the fluffy pillows. Your eyes were still fixed on the duvet. You couldn't sleep, questions swirling in your head. And a thought you'd rather not have thought. the light had traced the contours as if the evening sun had been in love with him. his markless porcelain skin had shone. And had been stripped of its almost pink eyes when the light had fallen on the iris. His long pink hair had fallen so easily over his shoulders and the clothes he had worn today had looked good on him. He was attractive. Before your thoughts could go any further, Joe knocked on the door and came straight in. He had been looking for his charging cable and wanted to ask how the day with Karou had gone. Your ears had turned slightly red at the mention of his name

A little detail, Joe did catch.

___ _ _ _

With no solution in sight, you had no choice but to settle in. You found a small sports shop where you now work. Your boss was a big fan of your knowledge and customer friendliness. At the weekends, you helped Joe out in the restaurant or went to the skate park with the boys. And of course they dragged you to every S-event that came up. Even if you weren't good at skating yourself, you quickly became the boys' biggest fan. which quickly led to a funny argument about whose fan you actually were.

One evening, after a race, as the sky turned gold. You sat on a sea wall, legs swinging as the sun melted into a palette of orange and pink. Kaoru stood beside you, arms folded, hair catching the breeze. Little walks had become your and his thing.

“This place is so beautiful,” you murmured,“But I still don’t know if it can be a home.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said,“Not yet. Maybe it’s just a stop along the way.”

You looked up at him, warmth settling in your chest,“You don’t talk like someone who crashes into things.”

He glanced down,“You don’t talk like someone lost.”

And just like that, the silence that always arose between you two, wasn’t awkward anymore. It now was comfortable. Like a long pause between breaths. A quiet before something new.

___ _ _ _

Weeks had passed and you had often wondered whether you would ever come home. And if so, what would you come home to... your not so great job, your broken dreams???

The boys had realised that your mood had dropped. So they organised a beach day in no time at all and just turned up on Joe's doorstep, who was of course in on it. You should’ve known something was up when Miya smirked at you at breakfast and said, “Don’t make plans today.”

By noon, you were in Joe’s van, hurtling toward the Okinawan coast with your legs crammed between a cooler and a beach umbrella. Reki was humming obnoxiously loud, Langa was doing the most photogenic head-out-the-window pose you’d ever seen, and Cherry had already threatened to jump out of the moving vehicle.

“Would it have killed any of you to give advance notice?,”Cherry snapped as he adjusted the towel over his lap, clearly regretting his life choices. Joe leaned back from the driver’s seat, sunglasses pushed up like a model out of a 90s cologne ad, “C’mon, Kaoru. You’re always so grumpy until you’re shirtless.”

“Your obsession with my chest is disturbing,”Kaoru replied. You bit back a grin. “I think it’s endearing.”

Cherry gave you a side glance. Just a flicker. But it stayed a second too long. The beach was golden and empty enough to feel private. The guys exploded out of the van like sugar-high toddlers. Within five minutes: Miya was building an aggressively competitive sand sculpture. Reki was trying to convince Langa to teach you how to skimboard. And you? You had just stepped out of the changing tent wearing your bikini and a light sunwrap as a cover up.

That’s when Cherry looked at you. Not looked—stared. He was mid-sentence with Joe about sunblock ingredients when he caught sight of you walking across the sand, the sunlight dancing on your skin, your figure hugged in just the right places, confidence blooming even under self-conscious nerves—

His mouth stopped working. So did his brain. Joe elbowed him hard enough to nearly knock the towel off his lap. “Dude. You short-circuiting or something? Maybe Carla should help?”

“I—no—I just—” Cherry looked away sharply, “The sun is aggressive today.” Joe cackled,“Yeah, blame the sun for the full-body blush.”

Meanwhile, you walked up and handed Cherry a bottle of water with a teasing smile,“Still alive? Or should I have packed smelling salts?”

He took it, fingers brushing yours, and for some reason his stomach flipped. “…Thanks,” he muttered, voice a little lower than usual.

The day unfolded in a whirl of laughter and salty air. You got drenched by a sneak-attack wave with Langa and nearly lost your wrap. Miya called you “a rookie water gremlin” with genuine affection. Joe tried to teach you how to grill fish at some point (he failed). Then Reki and Joe launched into a beach volleyball match so intense it looked like it might end in a real war.

And Cherry? Cherry watched. He didn’t skate. Didn’t play. But he watched you with this odd, quiet concentration — like he was studying sunlight for the first time and couldn’t decide if it was too warm or too dangerous. You caught him staring once. He didn’t look away.

“Hey, everything okay?” you asked, cheeks warm from both heat and attention. His eyes softened. “Yeah. You look…” He paused, then cleared his throat. “You look like you’re starting to belong here.”

You blinked. That hit deeper than you expected. “Thank you. But I still miss home,” you admitted.

“I know,” he said softly.

A beat.

“I don’t want you to be stuck here,” he said quietly, “but... selfishly, I’m glad you’re still around.” You didn’t know what to say. So you just smiled, touched his arm, and said, “Thanks, Kaoru.” He didn’t flinch when you used his real name. In fact, his ears turned red.

___ _ _ _

By the time the sun dipped low and the fireworks started (Joe had picked the beach because of this event), everyone was lying on beach blankets, full of grilled meat and sand-battered joy. You were curled in a towel, toes buried in the cool sand, sitting beside Cherry as the others howled over Joe’s attempts at ghost stories. Reki snorted. “You call that scary? Langa falling asleep on his board is scarier.”

Cherry sat beside you, just close enough for your shoulders to occasionally brush.

“Thanks for coming with us,” you said softly.

“You needed a distraction,” he replied, voice low, “and I needed a reminder that life doesn’t always have to be rigid to have meaning.”

You blinked, surprised. “That was... poetic.”

“Not everything has to be an algorithm.”

Then, without thinking, he reached out and gently brushed sand off your knee. The touch was light. Careful. But intimate. You didn’t say anything. Just leaned a little closer. Neither of you looked away from the ocean after that. But something between you had shifted — subtle and sure, like the tide.

___ _ _ _

You said you would make your peace with the fact that you would now stay here. But now you had made friends and it felt like a real life, one you had always dreamed of. Thoughts of Cherry, especially of him on the beach, kept running through your head more and more often. You started to stammer when you saw each other. But you loved spending time with Kaoru.

The others had left hours ago. Joe had passed out in the back room, snoring into a pile of invoices. Miya left after stealing half the dessert. Shadow had some wild night shift, and Reki and Langa had disappeared into the streets on their boards with promises to “not die.”

That left you. And Kaoru. Alone.

The restaurant was dim now, bathed in the golden flicker of the streetlights through the front windows. You were perched on the counter, sipping something warm, watching him as he flipped lazily through a book with his hair tied loosely back. The silence between you wasn’t awkward. Not anymore.

But it was… thick. Buzzing. Like static clinging to your fingertips.

“You always read with that face?,”you asked softly, teasing. Kaoru raised a brow, “What face?”

“The ‘I just solved a murder but am too elegant to brag about it’ face.”

His lips twitched. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You slid down from the counter, your bare feet padding softly against the warm tile. “What are you reading?” He held up the cover. Poetry. Of course it was poetry. You leaned in close to peek. Too close. Your shoulder brushed his, and you didn’t pull back. Neither did he. Your breath fanned near his jaw as you murmured, “Any good lines?”

He turned a page slowly. “One,” he said. Then, after a pause, he read it aloud.

“I do not know where I end and you begin— Only that your silence keeps me awake.”

The words hung in the air like incense. You swallowed. “That’s intense.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t look at you. Just said, “Some feelings don’t come with volume. Doesn’t make them less loud.”

You turned to face him, standing between his knees now as he sat on the counter stool. Close enough that the thread between you pulled tight. Your voice dropped. “Are we still talking about poetry?”

Kaoru’s eyes finally met yours. Sharp. Soft. Like the edge of a rose petal, “I don’t think we ever were.”

A beat passed. Then two. The quiet vibrated between you. He raised a hand, like he was going to tuck a stray hair behind your ear—but paused. His fingers hovered, inches from your cheek.

“I don’t know what this is,” he murmured. “But I know I haven’t felt it in a long time.”

Your breath caught. You whispered, “Me neither.”

His hand brushed your jaw—featherlight. You felt it everywhere. Just as his fingers began to drift down your neck, just as his body leaned infinitesimally forward—The fridge clanked. Loudly. Joe snorted and rolled over in the back room. You both jumped slightly, like you snapped from a dream. You stepped back, the air between you cooling but still charged. Kaoru cleared his throat, smoothing his hair like armor, “It’s late. You should sleep.”

You smiled faintly. “You too.”

You turned to go. Then paused in the doorway and looked over your shoulder. “I like when you read to me,” you said.

He didn’t look up. But he replied, quiet and certain, “I’ll read more tomorrow.”

___ _ _ _ TimeSkip _ _ _ ___

The electric pulse of the S track buzzed through your skin like static. Lights flashed in neon bursts overhead, graffiti glowed under blacklight, and the crowd was a blur of bodies swaying to the bass. You leaned against a pillar near the race path, the night breeze tugging at your outfit — a curve-hugging, off-shoulder crop top paired with ripped shorts and just enough sparkle to catch every eye that dared to wander.

And wander they did. Even Reki did a double take before stammering out, “Yo—uh, you look...cool!? I mean—awesome! I mean—Yo Langa, back me up.”

Langa blinked slowly. “Yeah. You look very… symmetrical.”

You laughed, “Thanks guys....I’ll take it.” But the one you dressed up for? He hadn’t seen you yet.

Speaking of the devil: Kaoru’s hair was tied high, his mask sleek, every line of his outfit sharp like the blade of a katana. He stood at the starting line like a man carved from grace and precision, hands loose at his sides, body relaxed.Until his eyes swept the crowd— —and landed on you.

Time. Froze. His gaze stalled, raked, lingered. His breath caught. He blinked, hard, like maybe you were a mirage. But no, you were laughing, wind teasing your hair, skin lit golden by the glow of a nearby lantern. You looked like you belonged. You looked like trouble. His opponent nudged him. “You good?”

Kaoru tore his eyes away. Barely. “Perfectly.”

The race began. He didn’t just win — he floated. Graceful. Lightning-quick. Fluid like a poem written in motion. He danced down that hill, flickering between angles and risk like a ghost in love with gravity. And when he crossed the finish line?

He looked up. And found your eyes again. You were clapping. Cheering. That wide smile — just for him. He forgot the world all over again. He forgot, that you dint belong here. And that this was the reason he didtn want to start something romantic...because eventually you would leave....leave him hurt.

Later, when the crowd thinned and the races died down, you handed him a bottle of water, hair tousled, cheeks flushed from the energy of the night.

“You move like you’re not afraid of falling,” you told him. Kaoru took the bottle, his fingers brushing yours. “I fall plenty. Just not when anyone’s watching.”

You gave him a grin that made his throat tighten. “I think you like the attention.”

“I think,” he said, quieter now, “I only care about one person watching.”

You blinked. His ears turned pink. Before either of you could speak, Joe appeared like a well-oiled wall of muscle, throwing an arm around Kaoru’s shoulder,“Great race, blossom boy. Wanna do your brooding somewhere with less bass?”

You ended up at a quieter overlook near the edge of the lot. Reki and Langa were arguing softly in the background about some board mod. You could see them, silhouetted in the lamplight — close, always close, even when they argued. Joe noticed your gaze, then followed it to them.

“They don’t even see it,” he said softly. “Or maybe they do. Just too scared to admit it.” Kaoru watched them for a long moment. Reki leaned in, whispering something. Langa laughed, then nudged his arm — just a touch too long.

“I think Reki’s terrified of breaking something that’s already perfect,” Kaoru murmured.

“Sound familiar?” Joe asked. Kaoru didn’t answer. Joe looked at him, not smiling now, “You know, you’ve been off all night. Not in a bad way. Just… weird. Like your emotions are two seconds ahead of your brain.” Kaoru didn’t deny it. Just kept his eyes on you — where you sat under the lantern light, tracing patterns into the dirt with your foot, hair glowing like fire.

“She’s like gravity,” he said suddenly, “Not loud. Just always there. Pulling me in.”

Joe raised a brow. “That’s not just a crush. That’s poetry, Kaoru.”

He exhaled, barely a sound. “I know.”

And that was it. The dam broke — not loudly, but inevitably. He liked you. Wanted you. Not just as a presence or a distraction. Not just as a momentary fascination. He wanted everything that came with you. Your sarcasm. Your warmth. Your stubbornness. Your laugh that still caught him off guard. And when he walked back towards you, slowly, the noise fading behind him, he felt it—that pull. Like his center of balance had shifted. Permanently. You looked up as he approached, brows raised,“Come to gloat about your win?”

He shook his head, stepping closer, “No. Came to ask if you’ll watch me race again.”

You tilted your head. “Is this a trick question?”

His voice dipped, sincere. “Because I think I only skate like that when you’re watching.”

That one hit deep. You stared at him, stunned for half a breath. And then you smiled — slower, softer, different, “I’ll watch every time.”

Kaoru didn’t touch you. Not yet. But his hand hovered near yours, close enough to feel the warmth, “Then I’ll never lose again.”

___ _ _ _A few weeks later_ _ _ ___

The café was cute — a trendy rooftop place overlooking the city skyline. The kind of spot someone would take you to impress you. And honestly?

You were trying to be impressed. Your date — his name was Hiro, you think — was handsome. Polite. A bit too polished. He laughed a lot. But not at your jokes. More at his own. You stirred your drink with the little silver straw, glancing out at the lights of the city as he launched into another story about crypto or his protein routine. You tried to focus, tried to remember that this was a promise you made weeks ago, back when Kaoru was just a quiet enigma in a kimono who corrected your grammar and refused to smile unless Langa crashed into a bush.

Now? Now you could still feel the press of his words on your skin.

“She’s like gravity…”

You shook the thought away. Unhelpful. Unfair. And yet…

Kaoru wasn’t supposed to see you tonight. He was in the area for a sponsorship meet-and-greet — some awkward handshake parade with businessmen who didn’t skate but wanted to slap logos on his gear. It was supposed to be a quick appearance. Until he saw you. On a date. With someone else.His blood went ice-cold.

You were sitting on the rooftop balcony just across the plaza, laughing — though it looked forced. You looked stunning in that dress, skin kissed gold by the warm patio lights, and the way you tucked your hair behind your ear? He knew that gesture. You were nervous. You weren’t having a good time. And still, he burned.

Joe’s voice in his head:

“You’re not subtle, Kaoru. Never have been.”

He excused himself from the business execs before he even realized he was moving. You saw the moment your date checked his phone, mumbled something about “rain checks,” and stood to leave — not even pretending to hide the disinterest. You sighed, stood, and reached for your bag when—

“Need a ride?”

You turned. And there he was. Kaoru stood at the edge of the rooftop stairs, hair loose, jacket crisp and open, eyes intense. A single earring gleamed under the terrace light.

You blinked. “Kaoru?”

He stepped closer, “I was nearby. Saw you. Thought you might want an exit plan.”

You looked down the stairs, then back at your empty table. And smiled. “You’re late.”

He raised a brow. “For what?”

“For rescuing me.”

Minutes later, the two of you were speeding down empty nighttime streets, you clinging to his back on his board, your laughter ringing out as the wind tangled your hair. He was fast, but he wasn’t reckless. You trusted him with your balance — with more than that. When he finally slowed to a quiet overlook just above the harbor, you both stepped off the board, breathless. The city stretched below you like spilled starlight. Kaoru turned to you, eyes dark and stormy,“You didn’t tell me you had a date.”

You swallowed. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“It did.”

Silence. He stepped closer. “I hated seeing you with him,” he said quietly. “Not because he isn’t me — but because he didn’t see you.”

You blinked. “Kaoru…”

His hand came up — this time, no hesitation. Fingers curled around your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek,“I see you.” Then his lips met yours. It was slow at first — careful. Reverent. Like he couldn’t believe you were real, and didn’t want to rush waking up.

But then you leaned in. And he melted. His other hand tangled in your hair as you pressed closer, the kiss deepening, turning hungry in the way slow burns always do when they finally ignite. The city spun below you. But all you felt was him. Kaoru pulled back just barely, foreheads touching, breath tangled with yours.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he whispered. You smiled, brushing your nose against his,“I know. I just want you.”

___ _ _ _

The ride to his home was nearly silent. Not tense — charged. Kaoru’s hand never left yours as you stepped off the board. His jaw was set like he was holding something back, but his eyes told you the truth: he wanted you.

Every inch. Every sound. Every look you’d given him for the past weeks had added fuel to the quiet fire building beneath his calm exterior.

Now, it roared.

His apartment was minimal, elegant — soft paper lamps, a low table, clean walls touched by old poetry scrolls and pressed flower frames. But you didn’t notice much. Because the second the door clicked shut, he turned to you. And pulled you in like he’d been waiting his whole life. The kiss was different this time. Hungrier. Less patient. His hands mapped your sides, your spine, your waist, like he was tracing poetry into your skin.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it.

You cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the high edge of his cheekbone. “I was sure the second you picked me up.”

That was all he needed. The night bloomed between tangled sheets and unspoken promises, a slow, sensual dance where Kaoru let himself feel for once — fully, deeply, without the usual walls. You learned how soft he could be. How commanding. How much he ached to memorize you.

Sunlight spilled in soft through gauzy curtains. Kaoru stirred beside you, bare-chested, hair unbound across the pillow, one hand resting over your waist like instinct. You were warm. Wrapped in a sheet. Wrapped in him. He blinked once, then again — and then smiled in a way that made you wonder why he didn’t do it all the time.

“Good morning,” he said, voice deep, still sleep-rough.

You traced a fingertip over his collarbone. “That’s one word for it.”

His smirk flickered, but then he leaned down and kissed your shoulder. “What’s the other?”

You leaned up, lips brushing his. “Perfect.”

___ _ _ _

Later that morning, Joe’s eyes immediately narrowed when you both walked into the restaurant ten minutes apart but glowing like a sunrise and avoiding each other’s eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he hummed, arms crossed, “someone’s got post-makeout hair and someone’s avoiding eye contact.”

Kaoru gave him a death glare. You just smirked into your coffee. Reki and Langa exchanged a glance. Langa blinked, then leaned toward Reki. “So they’re dating now?”

Reki mumbled, “I mean… yeah. Finally.” Then he glanced at you — and for a moment, something flickered. A tiny stab of bittersweet admiration. You were brave enough to go for it. Brave enough to let someone see you.

___ _ _ _

That night, after the shop closed and the city quieted, Reki and Langa skated a lazy loop through the park. Not racing. Just existing side by side, like they always did.

Langa was the first to speak,“You’ve been quiet.”

Reki chuckled, pushing hair from his face. “Just thinking.”

“About Kaoru and Y/n?,” Langa asked.

“Kind of,” Reki admitted. “Mostly about… how long it took them to say anything. I mean Y/n is here for a long time now and we dont know when she goes back to her world....”

Langa glanced at him,"Yeah.”

Reki stopped skating, foot dragging on the pavement. “And how I think… I’ve been doing the same.”

The air tightened. Langa stopped, turning,“Reki?”

Reki’s voice was softer now. “I don’t know when it happened. I just know that every time you smile at me, something in my chest feels like a firecracker.”

Langa stared. Reki rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want to ruin anything. But I think I… I like you.”

A long pause. Then Langa smiled — slow, a little shy. “Good,” he said. And took Reki’s hand.

___ _ _ _

Back at Kaoru’s place, he stood behind you at the window, arms around your waist as you looked out over the city. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t have to. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I don’t know how long you’ll stay in this world,” he whispered.

You turned to face him, resting your forehead to his.

“But if you want I want to… I want to stay with you, collect every moment we can have together.”

From the window on the second floor, you could see two teenagers walking hand-in-hand into the sunset. Happy. Together. And in love.

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Bridgerton match up for my beastie @sugutoad

I match you with...Anthony Bridgerton!

Reasoning

Anthony is a man who was taught from a young age what was expected of him. To be the perfect son who would then be the head of their house. You both are stubborn on what you belive is right. Even if you are wrong you stand by your choices. I truly believe he is your perfect match. But on top of this all you both are the eldest siblings, always having to look out for others before yourselves. I think you two would bond over that, over how hard it is to have all this weight on your shoulders with no one to turn to, to take it off.

Headcanons

Being the middle child isn't so bad, until you remember how uptight Kate is and how naive Edwina is. You always felt you were trying to protect Edwina and then saving Kate from a fight. And when you all came to Britton it only got worse. Kate hated many of the men here saying they have no manners. So any chance you had you would walk in gardens or shop at the square. That is where you met Anthony. He was with his sisters Daphne and Eloise. Who couldn't be more different. For while Daphne was looking at the jewelry Eloise was looking at works of literacy you are sure could make even the most witty of men gain headaches. You couldn't take your eyes off him. And when be saw you he couldn't take his away from you either. When he moved to walk towards you is when you turned and practically ran to your carriage asking the coachman to bring you back to Lady Danbury's estate. But what you didn't see was the way his eyes lit up and the whisper that left his lips. "Shy little thing." He said with a smirk.

The first time you both spoke you were so excited you could hardly form words. And as always you just stopped talking and let him take the lead. But unlike most times with men he noticed, and asked you your thoughts on things. He didnt speak over you or for you, he let you speak freely. You never felt more accepted.

While Lord after lord wished to see your sister Edwina, the diamond, only a few wished to see you. And among those men was Anthony. He always came during visiting hours holding a bouquet of flowers. The first were Lillies, the second were Violets, the third was Roses, and finally on the fourth he gave you your favorites. And when you said how they were he made sure to bring those to you without fail.

Each dance with him felt like a dream, he would be so gentle though his grip would hold you just right that his possessive nature comes through. You didn't mind, why would you? He was the man of your dreams and he wanted you. Not Edwina, not Kate, you. So you let his hands brush your exposed back, your let his fingers trail down your arm, and in return he let you explore him too. All while on the dance floor with only so much time together.

Confession

You felt your heart race. You couldn't stop walking back and forth in your room. The white silk dress swishing violently with each step. You were getting married, and it wasn't to Anthony. One of the few lords who asked you to dance and meeted with you did, and before you could respond your sisters were cheering and the poor man took that as a yes. And so did your family. You know they meant no harm, but as soon as that ring was on your finger you felt like a wild animal in a cage. Looking for any way out but there wasn't, at least not without ruining Edwina and Kate's reputation. Let alone your Mama's who had only recently restored hers. No you had to follow through, besides the Lord was...attractive enough. He was wealthy, had a good name, and was respected by the ton. You shouldn't want for more, but you do. Oh you want so much more.

Your startled out of your thoughts when a quick sharp knock comes to the door. You look around trying to figure out who it could be.

Surely not my soon to be husband, he knows he's not to see me until I'm down that aisle. You think going to respond when the one voice you have been dying to hear speaks from behind the door.

"Tell me you are decent Anna, I must speak to you." Anthony says in a cold tone. But you know better, he's scared, he's scared of losing you because another lord bent his knee to you before him.

"I am." You respond moving your hands down the skirt of your gown.

He wastes no time opening the door and stepping in. You watch as his eyes slowly track your body. From head to toe, and back up again. He then wets his lips and clears his throat.

"You can't go through with this." He says not wasting a beat before walking towards you and taking your hands in his.

You can't hear the anxiety in his voice. The way he desperately wants you to just agree. But you both know you can't, not without good reason.

"Please." He practically begs and just as you go to respond tears rolling down your cheeks he cuts you off. "I cannot breathe when you are not in my arms. Do you know what that feels like? To only be able to breathe when we dance, and it can only be one."

"Anthony-" You say but she shakes his head quickly.

"I'm not done. When you are away I feel like I'm drowning, like there is nothing holding me here. But as soon as you walk into a room, I am above water finding my way to shore only to for you to leave me to the depths again. I need you. I clear watch you walk down that aisle to a man I know can't love you the way I do. I can't bear to see it, it will be the death of me."

You freeze at his words, they were all you ever wanted to hear. But just as you were going to respond he once again inturpts.

"So please, before you answer, spare my heart from the depths of grief and sorrow." He all but begs.

This time you don't even try to speak, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss. There isn't a place he doesn't try to grab through your dress.

It is only when you both need air that you both stop staring at the other.

"If your going to steal the bride do it before Kate and my Mama come." You say through a giggle only to burst out laughing as he scoops you up into his arms and runs out of the Chappell carrying you bridal style.

Ship Tropes

Love at first sight

Stubborn x Stubborn

Stressed beyond belief (Anthony) x His safe space

Ship Song(s)

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Moodboard

[lucysmuse]

september 21, 2023 //

hello again.

ive decided to stop ignoring my pain, my depression, my emotion. i have tried for years to shut this down and turn it off, ive tried to only be angry and sharp-edged and self destructive. im only self destructive now. and pitiful. im ready to just start feeling these saturated, vivid things and if i die from it so be it. at least i felt something.

my appetite can be ravenous some days. this month i had my first day with three separate 'meals' (nothing big but i called them meals all the same. half a sandwich is a meal for me and god damn thats a huge fuhking improvement) and i cried openly in j's arms and he just gave me so much encouragement and support

and j and i are maybe still honeymooning after these months but i really. i really fucking think we have something good going. i finally feel like im fully comfortable to be myself in every way with someone. i do not hide how im feeling. i tell him how im feeling, and i explain how i would like to respond to that, and j either agrees or starts offering compromise.

i dont ever. EVER. feel like i cant speak my opinion in any way. its not even that i couldnt do that with others in the past, it just is so palpable that i dont usually second guess myself, which would lead to insecurity or self hatred or both

and the sex. holy shit the sex. i never realized how incompatible i was with previous partners (AGAIN, not to anyones blame, just a mismatch unfortunately and i didnt understand how to tell or not) in that realm. were an open relationship and it can hurt a little every once in a while when i catch a glimpse of his texts with random people but hes very understanding, patient, kind, he just wants me to be happy too and i believe that

i feel like i am just. cut open and bleeding every time im with him. i feel like my blood is brighter. hes sunshine thats shot into my veins and im radioactive and glowing in his arms

i ate four dino nuggets today and its only 930 pm. i think i can eat more !!

i had my first therapy session since i dont even know when. it left me crying on and off the next 2 days and i cant afford the current frequency but i needed it so badly. im also finally on sleep meds that actually work. its fuhkin surreal the difference

i get tested for adhd next week. i need it so badly. jesus christ i need it badly. even if they tell me i dont have it, i just need to know something concrete. i need to know if i sound like an idiot in my head when im reading something about adhd and i just resonate more than a zildjian cymbal at a gwar show

im losing weight. im getting more active. i went on a hike last week, and ive been cooking a lot. i have a new job on monday after this absolutely hell gig. full time with benefits. i hope i can handle it. i really fuhking do.

im saving up to leave my house. but my student loans are estimated to be about a quarter of my wage so i really need to strike gold or some shit.

cest la vie

souhaite-moi bonne chance

song: dragon slayer by ninja sex party

[captains-simp]

can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet. 

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side. 

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by. 

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while. 

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site. 

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.  

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV. 

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself. 

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved. 

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves? 

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months. 

*

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything. 

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow. 

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip. 

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back. 

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline. 

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands. 

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently. 

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory. 

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist. 

“So so much.” She added. 

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away. 

“Always.” 

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could. 

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you. 

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both. 

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her. 

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste. 

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake. 

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you. 

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked. 

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively. 

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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[kyufessions]

Hope To Be Like You

context: you and felix break up ; inspired by hope to be like you by woodz

word count: 1.7k

a/n: any lowercase is intended. um, enjoy i guess

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As you continued to pack his things he had left over at your college dorm room, your mind was racing with thoughts and memories of the past three years that you had spent together. From the moment you both first met at your shared class freshman year of college to last night when you both mutually agreed to go separate ways. As you cut the last piece of tape off the roll and successfully closed up his box, you could feel the lump in your throat arise. You were never the type to cry, especially in front of people, but all you wanted to do in this moment was curl up into a ball and bawl your eyes out for days on end.

You were woken from your thoughts as a soft knock was heard on your dorm room door. Before standing to your feet and off your knees, you took in a sharp breath and counted quickly to ten to make sure not to cry in front of your now-ex-boyfriend. You walked over towards the door with his box, placing it on your desk before opening the door to find Felix standing there with a box of what you're assuming are your things. As your eyes met his, you could notice the dark bags under his eyes and tear stained cheeks. All you wanted to do was cup his face in your hands and kiss his worries, but you couldn't. That part of your life is a chapter about to end, no matter how much neither of you wanted it to not do so. You cleared your throat and signaled Felix to enter your room, stepping aside so he would have enough room to step inside and set the box down somewhere.

Felix shuffled his feet over to your bed, placing the box of your things on top of the mess of sheets he's going to miss being cuddled up in with you. As he walked over to your bed, you walked back over to your desk to pick up his box to hand to him. When you turned around to hand it to him, you noticed him sitting on top of your bed and messing with your strawberry sheets in between his fingers. You let a sigh escape your lips, the sight causing the lump in your throat to appear once again. You wouldn't dare let Felix see you in a vulnerable state, not ever again. But he, on the other hand, didn’t mind. Felix was an emotional person, especially around you because he trusted you the most. Even after the break up, he still trusts you more than some of his friends. That's why when you said his name, a few tears stung his eyes and fell on top of your bed sheets.

“Felix…” you started, trying to sound as well put together as possible. For now, you were succeeding. And Felix hated how you didnt sound upset in the slightest- just empty.

“How come you don't sound hurt at all?” he questioned, his voice cracking between words. His deep voice that always calmed you in the darkest of times, was now the voice bringing you the most pain. “Even last night during our talk, you barely said anything. All you did was agree. And today you- you dont look like you've been crying. You don’t look hurt. You don't sound hurt.” his gaze moved from the printed strawberries to your eyes, his heart breaking even a little more as he noticed how neutral your face had looked. Lifeless. “Did you even care for me at all?”

Before responding to him, you quickly shut the front door to your dorm room so no one could hear your conversation. You had originally planned on keeping it open because you had hoped this would be a quick exchange. But you couldn’t be more wrong. “How dare you even accuse me of not caring, felix. We were together for three years, and you're saying I don't care for the one person that I always cared for the most? How fucking dare you.” you said, holding back angry and sad tears that were wanting to escape onto your cheeks.

After your words, he realized how wrong he sounded and instantly regretted it. He stood up to defend himself, but you didn't allow him to say another word before continuing. “You know how I am. I don't like to cry in front of people. I'm not too good at being vulnerable or expressing my emotions properly, especially when it comes to being in relationships. You know this. I don't want to break up, but you insist we have to because we’re drifting. Everything for the past three years, down the drain as if nothing-”

“It was a mutual break up, y/n.” Felix interrupted, his tears flowing at a rapid pace.

“It's only mutual because I want to do what makes you happy. Whatever you want, I want. Simple as that.”

``But I don't want to break up!”

You put your hands on your head, looking down at the carpeted floor that you had spent last night sleeping on due to not wanting to sleep in your bed without Felix snuggled up to your side. You counted to ten, took in a deep breath, and looked back up to meet his gaze. His eyes were now very glossy, his cheeks wet from his overflowing tears that did not dare to stop.

“Last night, you said spending time with me hurt. It physically and emotionally hurts you because we’re not the same we once were. You said talking to me at times felt like you were talking to a brick wall. Am I correct?” you spoke up, not breaking eye contact with him once. All he did was nod his head in agreement, not sure how to respond to you. “Then go and be happy with someone who won't make you feel like that. Be with someone who even after being together for three years still makes you feel like you’re on your honeymoon. Obviously, that person is not me.” your voice finally cracked. That's when you knew you had to pack up the conversation and have him leave. If this continued any further, you knew you would break down in front of him. You didn't want that.

And with that, he did. He gripped the box full of his things in his hands and walked out of your room and down the hall, into the elevator with his tears rolling down his puffed cheeks and onto the cardboard box. As soon as he left, you slammed your door and locked it. You weakly walked over to the middle of the floor, sitting your back against your bed frame and bringing your knees to your chest. You opened up your nightstand, grabbing some remover from your container and smearing it under your eyes to take off the concealer that had been hiding your dark bags. Truth be told, you had cried yourself to sleep last night. But you knew Felix would be coming by the next afternoon and you didn't want him to see you vulnerable, so you did the best you could to look as natural as you could to hide your true emotions. Once all the evidence was wiped off, you grabbed a blanket from your bed and laid across the floor, snuggling up into the carpet that you were afraid you were going to become familiar with these next coming weeks.

[peterrparrkerr]

Winterspider with number 93 plz!

Sorry for the wait baby!

93. “I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

Bucky doesn't know how long he sat there, rolling his half empty glass of scotch on it's edge, back and forth against the table; staring at the blank wall.

Every so often, he'd flex the fingers of his metal hand, just to hear the plates shifting against each other, the almost inaudible whir of gears turning.

He was too old to try and figure out how exactly the metal knew how to move. How it could read his mind and work the way his flesh arm did. The world was just tipping over the edge of a technological breakthrough when he was last himself.

The advances made in the last seventy years were too grand for Bucky to ever wrap his head around. So he left it to Stark and Peter. Well, to Stark now.

At the thought of Peter, Bucky gripped the glass and brought it to his lips, throwing his head back and allowing the sharp liquid to pass his tongue. He dropped the glass a little too hard against the table and sneered to himself.

He had to stop thinking about Peter. They weren't a thing anymore, and the way Bucky fucked it up, he wasn't sure they ever would be.

But could Peter blame him? Bucky was a war criminal. A murderer. He was 70 years past his death date. He was a man out of time. Steve had acclimated but not Bucky.

And Peter had tried. But Bucky couldn't figure it out. He didnt understand and he didn't want to. And that, inevitably, was the reason they'd broken up.

It was Bucky's fault. Like everything else was.

He knew Peter was just down the hall. He was accutely aware of how many steps it would take to get to the boy's quarters. Tony had moved him and his aunt in after the whole Mysterio thing. All the Avengers had their own place in the tower.

Peter, Bucky, Wanda, Vision and Natasha were the only ones who actually lived in the compound. Everyone else had their own place.

Bucky lifted the glass again, looking at it and scowling at the fact that he's drank it all, and he didn't feel drunk. Fucking serum. Steve had told him, but Bucky hadn't believed him. Maybe the serum Bucky got was different.

It wasn't.

Bucky dropped the glass and stood to his feet, making his way to the front door of his quarters. He waved his hand in front of the control panel and the pocket door slid open with a whoosh.

He counted the twenty-eight steps it took to stand in front of Peter's door and knocked with flesh knuckles before he could talk himself out of it. It had been a week. He was done wallowing in his room alone. He needed Peter. He'd change everything to be with him.

The door whooshed open to reveal Peter in loose pajama pants and a too large shirt. If took Bucky a moment to realize it was his. Peter blinked up at him, eyes half lidded with sleep.

"Bucky, what are you doing here-?"

"I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore," Bucky interrupted, the sudden tightness in his chest making it hard to breathe. Was that a sign he was gonna cry?

Peter blinked at him, opened his mouth to respond, but Bucky didn't give him the chance. He stepped through the threshold, crowding into the boy and cupping his jaw with both his hands.

Peter only managed a gasping "Buck-" before Bucky was crashing their lips together, breathing hard.

"Can't live without you," he growled against Peter's mouth.

Peter practically whimpered, his hands reaching up to grab at Bucky's sides, kissing back just as fiercely. Bucky moved forward, forcing Peter back. The door closed behind them and Bucky quickly lifted Peter into his arms, forcing the younger to wrap both legs around his hips.

"Buck, Buck, Buck-" Peter whined between hisses, hands now in Bucky's hair.

"You can't leave me," Bucky begged, dropping down onto the bed when he hit it with his shins, draping himself over Peter and kissing down his thin neck. He felt Peter shaking his head, gasping as Bucky bit him, hips undulating, looking for friction.

"This was the worst week of my life, I'm sorr-" Peter gasped. Bucky leaned up, kissing him again on the mouth, dipping his tongue in and tasting the spearmint toothpaste on Peter's teeth.

"Can't stay away from you," Bucky moaned, rocking against Peter, already hard in his jeans, and feeling Peter's erection through the flimsy pants. "Don't ever leave me."

"I won't," Peter breathed.

[yinses]

substitute

| you told yourself that you would do anything for satoru |

gojo satoru x reader

rating: 18+

a/n: i have an obsession i know. i’m working on it

it was to a soft tickling at the inside of your thighs that welcomed you into the next day. a soft sigh broke through your yawn as you shifted and twisted against the desires tugging at your veins. 

somewhere in your mind, you registered that it was much too early. 

but of course your body disagreed tenfold. 

“ngh…” an equally tired chuckle vibrates against you and you jumped at the touch of a thumb brushing against your outer lips. 

“the was a cute sound,” the voice purred. your hips lifted once more in reaction before they were assisted into submission by the firm weight of a forearm along your pelvis. 

the sounds of your slick sliding against his tongue were as equally loud as it was lewd. there was no art to the madness, just a series of flicks and heavy suction. 

your fingers clenched at the sheets, wrinkling the integrity as your chest heaved with every moan. in terms of wake up calls, the impending shrill of your alarm easily took last place. 

“you are always such a sight to wake up to. thought i’d return the favor.” 

and return it he did. 

the insertion of a finger freed up the opportunity for his voice to waft around the room again. the rhythm was as languid as his lazy drawl as he bent a joint and raked the nail against your inner walls. 

“i also might need a favor.”

the pinch of your brow came before the comprehension of his words. gojo was always a talker- a stronger contender as a firm charmer that managed to weave his way through society. as his position as ‘the chosen one’, his power spoke volumes. 

with you- he leaned on alternative methods. 

“fuck-toru… you bastard.”

you choked over the inclusion of a second finger, barely swallowing your words as you struggled to rock into them. 

“that’s not very nice of you. to think i woke up so early to treat you this morning.

your boyfriend took the opportunity to curl both fingers this time, smirking when you all but managed to successful buck him off as you keened under his ministrations. 

“it’s nothing big.” turquoise eyes, tinged with lust, met yours as he rose his head. the blanket fell off his shoulders, revealing more pale skin. “i just need a bit of a substitute today.” 

substitute? as in substitute teacher? he had to be joking. 

unlike gojo, after graduation you had more than willingly left behind the stuffy atmosphere of education. as a sorcerer, you never did stop learning. the always evolving curses not letting you hang too far off your game. 

but to return to the classroom to put those young students through everything you hated in your youth? 

no orgasm was worth that.

you disguised your grimace under the pretense of displeasure as he withdrew his hand all together. he tsked at your impatience, using the same hand as a crude form of lube as he fisted his growing cock. 

“it will be easy. these classes are even smaller than ours were.”

 it was difficult to voice a complaint when he was doing just the opposite and sliding into you. your back arched as he filled you to the hilt with little difficulty. 

he experimented with a shallow thrust, a grin pulling at his lips when you responded positively. the pace he set was slower than either of you were use to on a regular basis, but it fit the mood of morning sex. 

his forehead touched yours as he drew back for another long thrust. “shit-squeezing me so early. what a good girl.”

you whimpered when his hips met yours with more force than the last. “think of how excited they’ll be to have a new face. such a sexy one at that.” 

your body slid along the mattress each time he buried himself within you. you didn’t want to admit that he was getting to you. not even his all seeing gaze needed to retell the obvious. his plan was flawless and in short you were too much of a simp for the man.

so you just accepted the early morning distraction, taking direct pleasure in the way it unraveled the tangle of sleep.

you clenched your inner muscles helpfully and your boyfriend groaned in appreciation as he chased both of your releases with new vigor. the twitching and shakiness began with you as the pace picked up. your climax tumbled out of you with a sharp gasp as your boyfriend filled the space with a grunt. 

the two of you took a minute to regain your before he eventually pulled out and you pointedly ignored the stickiness as you relaxed your legs to give him the room to pull away. he didnt stray too far, white locks tickling your nose as he leaned in close again.

“i have more in store for you tonight as a thank you.”

with a huff, you pressed your palm against his cheek before his lips could chase yours. 

“fine, fine. i’ll babysit your class. you better be on some super important mission.”

gojo made a pleased sound, somewhere stuck between a hum and a warm rumble as he nuzzled the side of your neck and pressed his lips there instead. 

“super important. thanks babe.”

                                          you don’t know why you agreed to this. 

leaning back against the desk, you returned the silent gesture as the three first-years scrutinized your presence. aside from megumi, the other two were new faces for you. but your boyfriend’s knack for storytelling painted the picture in the absence of words. 

nobara was obvious. the sole girl of the unit. 

poor girl. 

she seemed to share your sentiment of wanting to be anywhere else but here. 

“so you’re dating sensei?”

you brought your arms closer to your chest as your shoulders rose with the action. 

was that … judgement?

“i’m so sorry.”

it was the sincerity that scared you the most. 

“oh wow, wow, wow. sensei’s really got it all. “

sukuna’s vessel was impossible to miss as any seasoned sorcerer. despite the boy’s positive demeanor, he reeked of the malevolent residue. yet in a way he made it work, there was nothing really about him that didn’t come off as approachable. 

he had something to gain gojo’s infatuation. there was no doubt in your mind that he would use this boy to help him dismantle the systematic hierarchy of the sitting elders. 

you just had to wonder. 

was the kid his main tool or the curse?

“i can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

ah, megumi. 

the boy liked to express his love for distance, but the years swallowed up so much of it as you watched him grow. your boyfriend was a lot of things but you couldn’t deny the influence he had on the young sorcerer. 

the boy who seemed to disdain the attention knew it too. 

now that everyone had their turn to speak, you supposed it was your turn. 

“he was very convincing,” you offered lowly before picking up the volume. “let’s not pretend you’re actually going to learn anything from me. im just a sit in until satoru gets back from his mission.”

megumi’s scoff shouldn’t have come as a surprise. gojo’s name was rarely spoken without it’s accompaniment. 

“what makes you think he’s not off sightseeing?”

because killing gojo was impossible but you would happily tire yourself exploring your options. 

your smile was tight as you gestured to the door,” lets kick the morning off with some practice matches. the second years are always eager.”

settled comfortably against the bleachers observing as your temporary students got their asses handed to them, you came to the conclusion that being a teacher couldn’t be too bad. perhaps in the future you might be more willing to offer your services with out your boyfriend’s extra persuasion.

speaking of gojo, you wondered how his mission was going. you never actually questioned his agenda. 

you didn’t expect to wait long as the dial tone started up. outside of battle and life or death situations, gojo rarely ignored your calls. he knew in the thick of it you could protect yourself, but he preferred to keep himself available to your needs. 

the sounds of mixed commotion greeted you before his voice did. 

“toru … it sounds busy. where are you?”

gojo’s answering laugh should have been the first warning. to some it may have come off as eased but you could hear the way he forced it in to deflect. 

“sweetheart, how are classes going? i hope they’re not giving you too much trouble.”

trouble seemed to be the opposite of what he was dealing with. there were a lot of people holding their own conversations in the background, all of them too casual to be in danger. in fact, there were too many in general to place him on a battlefield. 

what exactly were you substituting for?

“order #217 for… gogo-san?”

the loud cluck of your tongue against the roof of your mouth was suddenly powerful enough to drown out the clamor. 

gojo satoru prided himself on standing resilient to all threats. it was how he maintained his position as the strongest. he was sought out for his efficiency and ability to overcome all adversaries. 

even against the most fearsome.

“honey, do i ever have a treat for you! today was a single-day special at my favorite bakery. you should have seen the lines. it's a good thing i got here so early!”

there were a lot of things you would do for satoru gojo.

and even more that you would do to him when you got home.

[mitsubitchiee]

Sweet and Spicy lol

Pairing: Mammon x f!MC

Cw: smut (pretty vanilla), afab mc

Summary: porn w/o plot. but like, loving and soft porn? Lots of feelings and making each other feel good.

Preface: So! I didnt finish it. I started writing this like... 4 months ago? lmaooo i dunno if ill ever complete it at this point?? But i alrd wrote like 3000 words of it so i thought ill just post it like this. Just heads up, it cuts off pretty abruptly in the middle of spicy times hdhsh Its also not edited ofc. Ill use the fact that im not usually a writer as an excuse for this jssgp

Mammon’s bedroom door closed behind them as the two walked into the space, her feet headed straight to the couch in the middle of the room. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms just about ready to flop onto the sofa when she felt arms wrapping around her middle. Sighing, she leaned into the heat pressing against her back, resting one hand on his and the other combing through his hair. Mammon had his head buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent that had always soothed him. 

“Thanks for having my back down there… What would I do without ya?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder but she heard him loud and clear as she felt soft lips pressing against the skin near the base of her neck. She hummed. “Just another day, right?” she chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. He was tired. It was one of those days when it was all too much for him, the witches, his work and his brother’s relentless insults. 

Most days he could take it, he would  take it, whether it was because he knew he deserved it or because he was just so used to it, he wasn’t sure. But something changed when she came. She showed him kindness that he had never really been treated to before. She touched him so gently, so lovingly and he didn't know how to take it. When she kissed him, he could’ve sworn he still had his angel wings fluttering behind him. He had never noticed just how tired he was. He never stopped to see how the insults had really affected him until she came. Until she brought the whole world around him to a stop and made him feel like the center of her universe. She looked at him like he was the most precious treasure in all three realms and she cried at the scars that he didn't even notice he had. And then he couldn’t stop noticing it. He felt it every time he was insulted and every time the witches extorted him, every time someone took advantage of him. He learned to recognise it, and every time he does, he just wants to be in her arms. He wants to be held and to be doted on and cared for and ...loved. And he loved her with every fiber of his being, even when he knows he isn’t good at showing it, even when he doubts that he is worthy of loving her, he could never push her away. He would take whatever she was willing to give him even if it's just - 

“You okay?”

Mammon hadn’t noticed how he was leaning onto her hand that was holding his cheek. She saw his face turn into the familiar shade of red as he nodded. She smiled, giving him time to speak. “Can I…” his eyes averted and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but let him finish anyway. “...can i kiss you?” Her smile grew and she felt her heart grow in her chest. He had never made a move without her consent, never without asking and maybe that was the reason she felt so safe with him. But she needed him to know that he could ask for or initiate affection whenever he needed. She gently pushed his cheek to get him to look at her before closing the distance between them. As their lips met he felt the breath that he had been holding escape in a sigh, melting into the touch. He felt her hands snaking into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. His hand that was resting on her waist made its way to the nape of her neck, cradling her head that was tilted up to reach him. In that moment he felt an immense wave of love flood over him. This human, this tiny, fragile human was the source of his comfort. His human was there, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, hands combing his hair to soothe him, kissing him as if to tell him everything is alright and there's nothing but the two of them in this universe. 

He bent down more than he already had, letting her feet rest comfortably on the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided her to the back of his sofa, lifting her to sit on it. She squeaked a bit in surprise before pulling back with a laugh. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him there with his forehead on hers. “Did that make you feel better?” She nuzzled her nose against his, feeling the delightful breath of air that escaped him when he chuckled. “Not yet. I might need one more” his tone was playful, but his eyes were genuine and almost pleading. With a hum, she connected their lips again, revelling in the feeling of his lips against hers, tasting hints of whatever sweet desert they both had after dinner. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting gently on the soft flesh, asking for permission. Mammon was never the quietest even in tender moments like these. Her head spins at the sounds of contentment he makes no matter how many times she had heard it before. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help her own whimper and she found herself rotating her head, wanting more of him. Her hands travel down his chest, caressing his sides. A growl escaped his throat, feeling his greed slowly growing inside him. He wanted more. 

The two separated, gasping for air but a smile was plastered on their faces, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. “Mammon…” she bit her lip where he had done so before, her hands tugging at his leather jacket, urging him to get it off. He chuckled, pleased at her eagerness, letting his jacket pool on the floor under him. He basked in the way she ran her hands down from his shoulder to his exposed arms and finally to his hands which she took to her lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. He swallowed, somehow more flustered by this innocent gesture than the make out session they were just having. She loves me. The thought sent him reeling and his heartbeat picking up. He watched her hands reaching to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could nibble on the soft skin on the base, pecking anywhere she could reach. Fuck, she loves me. Trailing up his neck, she gave a teasing tug to his earlobe with her teeth, kissing the spot right after. She really-

“I love you” her voice was a whisper right against his ear, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted, eyes shut tight, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. “Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?” Before she could answer, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. She giggled, holding on to him tight before she felt herself being placed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes locked on to his as he made his way closer to her. “I love ya too” he grinned, settling down with his legs straddling her thighs, making sure he doesn’t rest his full body weight on her. Being so close, it took all he had within him to not take her right then and there, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. As if reading his thoughts, she guided his hand to rest on the skin just under her shirt, sighing at his coldness on her warm skin. She brought her face close to his so that he could feel the words she would say. “Then show me,”. At that, he let go of his restraints and let himself indulge in the desire to touch her, to taste her and to let her know just how much he loved her. 

A chaste kiss quickly turned heated as he felt her hands roaming his body. The soft caress of her fingertips on the skin of his abdomen sent shivers running down his back and he couldn’t help the sound that came from his throat. He pulled away from the kiss, bringing his lips to her jaw, down her neck before separating to let her pull his shirt off. One of her hands rested on his waist, drawing circles with her thumb while the other traced the outline of his jaw. “You’re perfect, Mammon” she sighed, taking in the sight in front of her. Mammon huffed, not knowing how to respond except to go back to kissing her neck. He nibbled and bit into the spot he knew has her gasping each time and sure enough, she gasped, her hands gripping his waist trying to ground herself. He drank in all of her sharp inhales, her sighs and her whimpers as his hand traveled up her tummy, circling to her back and tugging on the clasps of her bra, getting them loose. A moan ripped through the air when his hands cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. The sound egging him on even more, finally pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them away. 

“Gorgeous” He breathed, continuing his trail from her collarbones, hands roaming her top half, not wanting an inch of skin to be left untouched. She didn’t bother covering up her sounds, knowing just how much he liked hearing them. His growing erection didn’t go unnoticed as she cursed under her breath, feeling him harden against her. Her hand slipped in between their two bodies to feel the bulge over his jeans and she bit her lip, feeling herself getting excited by the thought of him. Mammon whined, rutting against her hand begging for more friction. His lips didn’t stop their descent down her front even as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, trying to pull them down impatiently. He slipped out of them swiftly, tossing them away. Before he could do the same to hers, she had wrapped her fingers around his length, causing him to hiss. Slow strokes up and down his cock had him gritting his teeth, a hand resting on the headboard beside her head to support himself and another gripping her shoulder. “Fuck, babe” He moaned her name as her hands stroked the head of his cock deliciously. “So pretty, Mammon.” He had his lips slightly parted, pretty sounds escaping from it, eyes intoxicated and his beautiful toned body bare, just for her. It’s a view she could never get tired of. 

With a grunt, he pulled away from her touches, panting lightly, ignoring the throbbing in his member from the sudden absence of friction. “Let me make ya feel good first” he looked into her eyes, searching for even the smallest bit of discomfort but all he saw was her nodding, her lips pulled into a shy smile. "Mmh, please" she sighed as cool air made contact with the skin of her bottom half once Mammon helped her out of her pants and underwear. With a little ushering from his hand, she spread her legs, feeling both embarrassed and excited by him being able to see all of her. A hand slid down her folds and she could feel herself tighten from that touch alone. Heavy breaths escape her as he traced up and down, thoroughly soaking his fingers with her wetness. "Fuck, you're this wet already" Mammon growled, feeling himself twitch at the thought of her getting so wet because of him. Only him. He prodded at her entrance before feeling his finger almost being sucked into her heat. He curled his finger, searching for the spot she liked best. "S-shit" her head was thrown back, grunting at the feeling of his long finger inside her knowing just where to hit. Another finger was pushed in and she swore her fingers could never do what he did to her. He kept his pace slow, focusing on her reactions wanting to pleasure her more. 

Shifting his position, he brought his face near her core and she could feel his breath so close to her. He licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, moaning at her taste and the loud gasp that he heard coming from her. "Mammon…" she felt her walls clenching on his fingers as he continued to lick her clit over and over, her hand tightly gripped on his hair and pushing her hips up to grind against him more. His tongue drove her crazy, flicking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves all the while his fingers rubbing at the sensitive spots inside her. He feasted on her like it was his last meal, greedy for more of her sounds and eager to please. The fingers inside her never stopped pumping in and out, gaining speed over time. “Y-your tongue, fuck!” the hand she had on his head pushed down, a silent beg for him not to stop. He felt her walls tighten as she sang his name, cumming around his fingers. Mammon made sure to catch a glimpse of her face as she came, before slowly pulling out of her heat. He sat up and pressed his palm over her hole, still feeling her throb and easing her out of the orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Ya taste so fucking good” 

She opened her eyes as she calmed down, seeing him lick off the mess she made around his mouth. A wave of affection took over her as she pulled on his arm, guiding him closer before joining their lips together. She tasted herself on him as his tongue met hers. Mammon felt his chest being pushed gently and he pulled away. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and she was on top of him, peppering kisses down his chest. He writhed at the words of praise that were whispered against his skin. “You’re so good to me, Mammon. You know just how to make me go crazy for you” her hand was already on his dick, stroking slowly up and down. She hummed, pleased at how hard he had gotten, feeling her mouth start to water. 

A kiss to the tip of his leaking head had him groaning, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. His other hand combed through her hair, gesturing how good she was being as her lips parted around his cock, sucking and licking the head. Her tongue traced back and forth along the bottom of the head before taking more of him into her. He was big. So big her jaw opened near its limits when she took him in and out of her mouth. She stroked the length that she couldn’t fit, feeling a little irritated at not being able to take all of him. With a groan she shifted her position so that his cock was angled straight to her throat. Mammon watched her intently and his breath hitched as he realised what she was doing. He sat up so that he was resting on his ass instead of his elbow. She took him into her mouth again, all the way to the back, wiggling her head to get him deeper, to have all of him inside her. His hands clutch at the sides of her head, assisting her down to the base, his cock twitching at how eager she is to take him. The press of his cock at the back of her throat made her eyes water, but the loud moans that left Mammon made her want to keep it there. She looked up at him, mouth still filled, and he felt his pride swell at the sight of her. “Holy shit, baby. Ah... You’re taking me so well- mmmh... fuck” His voice was hoarse and he spoke between moans. She bobbed her head in shallow movements, loving the way he bucked his hips and moaned praises her way. 

She lifted her head slowly, coughing as she pulled out before looking up at him, licking her lips. “Yummy,” her voice was rough and she was breathing heavy to catch her breath. He took her face into his hands, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her forehead. “My good girl, taking all of me like that. You’re so good to me” Feeling a gush of wetness escape her at his words, she climbed on top of his lap, rubbing herself on his cock earning her a low growl from Mammon. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss, needy, greedy for each other. Her pussy felt so awfully empty, desperate for him. “Mammon...please, i need you” in any other situation she would have been embarrassed at the desperation in her whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right then. Mammon wanted so badly to be inside her too, he only growled in response before guiding his tip to her entrance. She slowly sinks herself onto him, back arching, mouth gaping and hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. A drawn out moan escaped her when her hips were flush against his. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck, cursing at the tightness around him. For a moment they were still, relishing in the feeling of being connected, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressed against each other, pure bliss. His lips scrambled to find hers, his feverish need for more only slightly satiated from the kiss.

Use your imagination for the rest ;) ⭐ ...i am so sorry but i did warn you it was gonna end abruptly

[manonblaqkbeak]

Sugar, sugar

(genuinely hate coming up with titles lol)

this is just rowaelin being pining idiots, one of my fave tropes for day 11--delayed love confession

just a note, the lifestyle in this fic is more of a background note and doesnt really take centre stage in this fic. it’s one ive been tempted to write for a while tbh but didnt really get around to it until now

cw: very, very light smut (like barely non existent, but just in case), a lil bit of swearing

enjoy! :)

3k words (officially my longest fic, yay!)

Every thought in Aelin's mind was blank. She trudged through her apartment that she shared with Nehemia, absentmindedly kicking off her heels that Rowan purchased for her months ago. Then the light jacket she wore joined the shoes, the fabric was perfectly soft and perfect for the autumn chill.

It was yet another piece of item that Rowan purchased for her. A lot of the things she had know were thanks to Rowan, either from his own wallet or from the biweekly allowance he sent her—a generous allowance that was a thousand times better than her weekly paycheck from the bookstore she'd been working at since she turned twenty-two; her business degree had turned out to be useless and so she turned to the bookstore that had been her stable job for three years.

Aelin barely touched her weekly wage now, it was practically buried underneath the money the Rowan gave her.

Because Rowan Whitethorn, thirty-five and a successful CEO who was well known, was her sugar daddy. Had been now for fourteen months. But he was more than that, more than just a man that paid her to spend time with him. He respected her, was loyal to her, listened to her and responded with actual sentences instead of a word or two like other men she had dated. He was charming, didn't treat her like she was nothing but arm candy, and she knew him so well, as he knew her, and each fortnight she sometimes forgot their whole arrangement, but she was sharply reminded when she received the notification from her bank that the two and a half thousand dollars that Rowan sent her was now in her savings account.

When she agreed to their arrangement after several get-to-know you dates, Rowan had wanted to give her three and a half grand every week, and gods Aelin had been tempted because she had never had so much money in her life, but told him that it was far too much and negotiated.

Two and a half thousand was the lowest that Rowan was willing to go, and even though Aelin only knew him for two weeks at that point, she could tell that he would not budge, so she agreed to the amount.

The first time that money had landed in her account, Aelin had thought that maybe she had imagined the whole thing, but the money was a sharp reminder of what she know was—a sugar baby. Those words still didn't feel like they applied to her.

And he still spent money on her when they spent time together. Just last week he gifted her with diamond earrings in the shapes of roses with a necklace to match. She wore them tonight, not because he bought them for her but because she genuinely loved the pieces.

Needing something sweet—despite the fact she had only finished her chocolate hazelnut gelato twenty minutes ago—she dug through her fridge and found the brownies that Nehemia had baked the other day. She told herself that she would leave some for her long-time friend, but Aelin really doubted that would happen.

Aelin relished in the cold air of the fridge as she found the new can of whipped cream on the top shelf. The fridge was one of the first things she purchased with the money she was now being gifted with (and after that came a new washer and dryer, a dish-washing machine and television. Almost everything in her apartment was brand new now, the food were actual brands instead of the generic, tasteless shit. She had bras that fit her properly and were so damned comfortable that she forgot she was wearing them half the time).

The old fridge was a cheap hunk of junk that she and Nehemia purchased off Facebook marketplace for a hundred dollars, it barely kept things cold, but with expensive rent and bills and general life things, Nehemia and her couldn't afford anything better.

Which was how she ended up in this situation. Picking up more shifts barely gave them anything extra, because the economy right now in Terrasen was shit. Nehemia had made a joke about needing sugar daddies, and Aelin, knowing that Nehemia could never really do such a thing, had decided that maybe it was a good idea.

Nehemia had told Aelin that she was insane for pursuing such a thing, and that she had only been joking, but Aelin was not and that she could handle herself if things went wrong.

Nehemia had told her not to do anything, but Aelin was determined and started her search. It had taken a while to find a website that was genuine and didn't make her feel like she had to scrub her eyes out with bleach.

She created her page in private, because she not only was Nehemia against the idea, but so was Elide and Lysandra—she didn't dare tell Aedion what she was doing. Her cousin could be an overprotective pain in her ass at times, and Aelin was very well aware that if Aedion caught wind of what she was doing, he would have locked her up in her room without any type of device so she couldn't go forward with her plan.

She appreciated their concern, she did, but she was a consenting, tax-paying adult, and if she wanted to use her time to get paid spending time with a rich man, then Aelin was allowed to do exactly that.

It wasn't prostitution, she had looked it up, because it was the sugar babies that had the power and so that was how it went with her and Rowan.

Aelin didn't even have sex with Rowan until it was the sixth month anniversary of her and Rowan's...relationship (and gods, it was the best sex Aelin ever had. Rowan was a generous and completely unselfish lover).

He was the first one she came across on the site and almost drooled down herself when she saw his picture. Silver hair, pine-green eyes, a beautiful tattoo down the length of his left arm and tanned skin, he was stupidly attractive and only ten years old than her.

Aelin messaged him first only after being on the site for ten minutes, deciding that surely he was the best one and that she needn't bother to look at any other candidates.

They hit it off straight away, and after deciding on a restaurant to meet at, Aelin had informed Nehemia of the matter, which she was promptly met with question after question: why can't a thirty-four year old man find someone his own age? Is he one of those men that can't date a woman five minutes older than him because of some stupid made up reason? How do you know for certain that it's him in the picture? What if he's cat-fishing you? What if he's a freak, or a killer? What if he's just pretending to be rich to kidnap you? What if, what if, what if?

And so after a heated discussion, Nehemia had come along on her date-that-wasn't-really-a-date and sat a few tables away from her and Rowan, watching them—especially him—the entire time like a hawk.

Aelin had completely forgotten that her friend was there, so enraptured by Rowan and what he did and how he saw life.

It had been fourteen months of seeing Rowan and genuinely enjoying spending time with him and weeks ago, she realised that she wanted it to be something more. That she had come to care for him, not because of the money, but purely because it was Rowan and he made her feel seen and he wasn't afraid of her, because she had once been told by an ex that she could be too much and that he couldn't handle all her baggage.

Aelin wanted a life with him.

So Aelin told Rowan she loved him when he dropped her off tonight after their dinner and a movie date, telling him how she felt, and he had said thank you. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and went home, leaving behind the pine-and-snow scent of him.

Aelin really wanted to find a hole to crawl into and die.

She was scarfing down her third brownie when Nehemia's bedroom door opened, her friend clad in an old matching pj set, her slippers shuffling across the tile.

“What happened? Are you okay?” her friend asked upon seeing Aelin's guttered look. Her dark brows furrowed. “Did that bastard hurt you? If he did, I'll—”

“He didn't do anything,” Aelin interrupted her friend. Taking the food, Aelin planted herself on the teal blue velvet sofa Rowan gave her for Yulemas last year, ignoring the scent of not just him, but of them both from when he came over after work just the other day with pizza and a DVD that she insisted that she watched because it was too good not to, when they forgot all about the movie as Rowan buried himself inside her, leaving hickeys all over her neck that she had to cover up with thick concealer.

Nehemia joined her on the couch, her friend momentarily forgetting for now that she had walked in on her and Rowan just moments after they finished, muttering under her breath in Eyllwe as she glared at them defiling the couch, and gave her a look that Aelin knew that Nehemia would listen to every word that came out from her.

And when Aelin was done recounting the story, all Nehemia could come up with was, “Oh.”

“Yes, 'oh,'. I've probably fucked up the whole thing. So don't be surprised if I call you on your lunch break tomorrow telling you he's broken things off.”

“Aelin, I don't think he will. I know that I'm not the biggest fan of your...situation—”

“I'm aware,” Aelin said, cutting her friend off. “You still won't let me buy you a new mattress, even though yours is hard as a brick and lumpy as hell. I've told you that you can pay me—”

“Aelin,” Nehemia said, “we're not talking about mattresses right now. As I was saying, I doubt he'll break things off because I've seen the way he looks at you. I still think he's too old for you, but he cares for you. You probably just caught him by surprise.”

“How does he look at me?” Aelin was observant, but sometimes when she was with Rowan, all her observation skills went out the window.

“Like he loves you,” Nehemia said, no hint of doubt in her voice.

Aelin sighed, her feelings slowly starting to crush her. “I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

Sighing once more, Aelin put the food back in the fridge, showered and went to bed, forgoing her usual night texting ritual with Rowan.

She really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.

X X X X X X

Rowan couldn't concentrate, which wasn't a good thing, since his job dealt with having to concentrate all the time. But no matter what mind-focusing techniques he did, he couldn't stop thinking about Aelin.

Couldn't stop thinking about how she said she was in love with him. How her beautiful eyes had been sparkling when she said those words to him. And how the light in them dimmed when he said thank you and kissed her on the cheek, telling her that he would talk to her later. But he hadn't texted her, nor did she.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you. He really couldn't believe that was what he said. Felt like an utter fool and a bastard as he realised he probably crushed her heart. Aelin didn't like being vulnerable, and she had been when she said those words and he had gone and fucked it all up.

Rowan loved Aelin, he did, but he truly wasn't prepared for those words. He loved how on the weekends they would be up at one am, baking chocolate goodies, dancing in the quiet kitchen, humming quietly to Aelin's classical music playlist, with her wearing not the nightgowns that he loved, but one of his old hoodies.

He didn't think that he would get along with her so well once they met, thinking that their online interactions were nothing but a fluke. He was moments away from deleting the profile because he didn't actually create it, but Fenrys had, his friend grumbling that he needed a girlfriend, with Rowan arguing that creating a profile on a sugar daddy site was not dating but probably the opposite, when Aelin messaged him.

His life-long friend didn't listen, much to Rowan's annoyance—but he didn't grab his phone out of his friends hand; Rowan blamed it on the several whiskys he had downed by that point.

Aelin bewitched him on that first meet up. She was intelligent as hell and funny, and creative and beautiful. He was aware of why she was on the date with him, but he didn't care, just as long as he got to see her again.

Fourteen months later and Rowan was still bewitched. He wanted to be with her on a permanent basis, but wasn't completely sure how to take that step.

Clearly, Aelin had taken that step for them, and Rowan was the worlds biggest moron.

I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.

Thank you.

Groaning, Rowan turned away from his computer and looked at the skyline, ignoring the buildings to instead watch the puffy clouds drift by.

Aelin loved watching the clouds, loved stargazing, loved questioning about the universe and what the skies held.

He never really paid any of that stuff attention, not until he met her.

Rowan didn't want to lose her, didn't want her to think that he was about to break up with her over this. He had to see her, so he grabbed his keys and wallet, told his secretary to hold his calls for the rest of the day, and went to visit Aelin.

X X X X X X

It had been an usually busy day for a Wednesday and Aelin was glad for her lunch break as she trudged up to the roof of the shopping centre. She wasn't really allowed up here, but she wanted some fresh air and to feel the sun against her skin as she sat down and dug into her lunch—fast food, unfortunately for her, because she was so frazzled from last night that she completely forgot about making a pack lunch.

Rowan hadn't called her, or texted her. Not even an email had been sent her way.

Aelin hated that she felt so damned mopey. She was an independent woman, but gods, even a good morning text would have been fine.

She finished her lunch, popping several mints into her mouth to get rid of the onion taste, when the roof door crashed open and a familiar hulking figure came into view.

He must have spoken to Elide to find her here.

Aelin's brow furrowed. “Rowan, what are you doing here?” Oh gods, surely he wasn't going to break up with her, she still had hours to go; there'd be no way she could work if she had tears in her eyes.

Taking her hands in his, Aelin stood up. She steeled herself against whatever he was going to say.

“I love you, Aelin. I'm in love with you, too,” Rowan said, his eyes soft and full of genuine love. Aelin's heart shot up into her throat. “I want a life with you. I want us to buy a home, one that has warmth and character, and a big garden. I want a dog. And kids too, if you want, I know that you've never mentioned it, but if you don't want any then that is completely fine. I want to support you in whatever endeavors you want to take, and if you ever want to go back to university, then I'll support you, or if you want to find a way to use your business degree, I'll help you with that, too. Whatever you want Aelin, I'll give it to you, as long as you're by my side, I'll be happy.”

Aelin was silent for so long that Rowan thought that maybe he shocked her into silence. But eventually, she smiled, one that was dazzling in its beauty that it took his breath away.

“You love me?”

“I do, Aelin, I love you.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Rowan groaned at the amusement in her tone, in her eyes. “You're never going to let me live that down, are you?”

She smirked. “Definitely not. It'll be a nice story to tell our children...one day. For now, I think we should contend with being proper significant others.”

Rowan nodded, smiling. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because I need to get back to work, since I'm no longer accepting your allowances. I won't deny the use of your credit card, but other than that, you are no longer my sugar daddy.”

It was Rowan's turned to smirk, and it was the one that made her core clench. “How about I be 'daddy' instead?”

Aelin snorted, even as she clenched around nothing again. Smacking his arm lightly, Aelin kissed him. “Only if you behave,” she said against his lips, “and now I really need to go back to work.”

Rowan walked her back, their fingers laced together, and as she turned to say goodbye, Aelin said, “I'll see you later, daddy.”

Rowan groaned, and it took everything in him not to take her hand and into his car to have his wicked way with her.

By the time he thought of a response, Aelin was already back to work, helping a customer with an impressive stack of books in her arms.

But she knew he was still there, because the way she swayed her hips to the counter was all for him, and when she saw him watching her, Aelin winked, making Rowan's heart flutter in his chest.

He really did love her. And he would live with her teasing him for the rest of his life, just as long as she was with him.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Jealous ll

Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!

You had had enough

Thats what you kept telling yourself

As you got ready tonight

You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it

Tonight you were going out for you

You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy

And how miserable you had been lately and you decided

If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore

Then you'd find someone who would

So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out

You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort

You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything

But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now

Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo

Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror

he was home unusually eailer

"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly

"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement

Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."

"You're being ridiculous y/n."

He said following you but you ignored him

"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"

"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"

"You know why that is." He told you seriously

You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"

Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.

You knew you were being unreasonable with him

You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up

But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment

Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything

Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed

Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary

You refused to talk to him

He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off

Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him

Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?

But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before

And he didnt know what to do to fix it

And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else

Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?

Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought

You had put up with so much of him up until now

And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?

But that was only because he loved you

Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you

And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats

He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you

So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at

He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight

And he hated what he saw

He saw you having fun

You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking

You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out

Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house

He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you

He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you

And worst you let him and was encouraging him

You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you

Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching

He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms

But part of him felt like he deserved this

This feeling he had, was it how you felt?

If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think

And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name

"Hey! Hawks is here!"

Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him

His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here

And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him

But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him

Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home

But was having trouble getting away from the crowd

He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you

But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn

You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you

You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you

But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now

He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it

But two could play this little game

Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room

And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit

Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close

But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck

He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her

You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight

And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom

Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan

Denying anymore of her advances

Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much

But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone

His stomach sank

Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?

Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either

Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you

Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him

"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"

The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him

But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."

The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-

"Hawks?"

He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you

"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off

You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to

It didnt take much thought to figure out why

And it annoyed you to no end

So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much

He was such a hypocrite

You were angry your whole way back home

You stood in the mirror once you got back

But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left

You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in

Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home

Because now you were probably madder than before at him

When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower

"Y/n..."

You heard him call out your name But you ignored him

Y/n, you have to listen to me."

You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind

"Im sorry."

"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge

"Just listen to me y/n..."

"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"

"Ive been an idiot, y/n."

Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."

You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"

"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter

You were so frustrated

You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great

But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much

But you wanted to stay with him

Because you loved him

You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much

"I know you mean well keigo-"

"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."

You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."

Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."

You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure

"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss

Almost like he was asking for permission

"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."

You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear

And you wanted to believe him

"You promise?" You asked him

"I promise."

[liberolove]

Soft Tsukki

A/N: I feel like tsukki wouldn’t be the way that most people portray him as. in my opinion, he’d be a soft boi, just waiting for the right person to come by and show him how to open up. (btw this takes place the 1st year of college)

Before Dating

tsukki would definitely be a smart cookie, scoring some of the highest grades in his classes

and that’s just one of the many things that attracts you to him

you also find it interesting how he always seems to be in his own little world, constantly having headphones on

youve noticed that he likes sitting in the back of the lecture hall, never asking questions

its like he already knows everything

you’d be curious about where he goes after class is over, so one day you lowkey follow him just to see what his routine looks like

but this sneaky motherfucker is not dumb, and you’re not the best at following from a distance

this man would legit turn around and walk up to you, straight up asking you, “what do you think you’re doing?”

his calm demeanor would catch you so off guard that all you can say is “ummm... uhhh.. you see... what had happened was..”

tsukki would scoff and walk away, thinking, “what the hell is wrong with her?”

after that, you’d be deadass scared of this man. but it would also make you so much more attracted to him

you decide to never try that again

~~~~~~~

later on in the semester, you find yourself studying in the library, but you realize youre having trouble with the material

and guess who sits across from you at the next table?

you look up and you see that he’s already staring at you, making you blush like crazy

next thing you know he moves his stuff and sits at your table, and asks, “are you having trouble with our class?”

your mind is racing a million miles an hour that you can only squeak out a barely audible “yeah..”

you’ve now unlocked study partner tsukki

this man has all the patience in the world and answers all of your questions in a way that helps you understand everything easily

you realize its 10pm already and almost everyone has left the library already, except you two

“hey, it’s late. thank you so much for all the help! i hope i didn’t use up too much of your time..”

“no problem. and nah you didn’t. teaching people is the way i study, so you’re helping me too. and uh, if you need any more help, just let me know. here’s my phone number..”

tell me why this smooth fucker would already have his phone number written down on a piece of paper

he’d pull it out like a goddamn business card

you’d hold out your hand to grab it from him and you feel his calloused hands and it makes you  s h i v e r

you just touched him omg

after this first study session, you two study together for the rest of the semester

both yours and tsukki’s grades improve immensely

he starts getting 100%’s and you get 85%’s

yall are doing great

~~~~~~~

finals week comes in so fast and suddenly the feeling of dread makes its way into your mind

you didn’t think about this before but this may be one of the last times you get to be with him.. you won’t have an excuse to be near him anymore

it’s 3 days before your class’s final exam and you try to bring it up. in a shitty fashion, but you do it nonetheless

“hey, tsukishima.. uh so you know how class will be ending soon? i just wanna know.. what’s gonna happen?”

“what do you mean? we’re gonna take the exam and pass. and then we’ll be on to the next semester.”

“ugh, i know that. i meant.. what’s gonna happen with us?”

this man turns around so fast so that you don’t notice the way his cheeks have turned bright red

“we won’t have to study anymore for this? i don’t understand your question.” he says, but he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. he’s only playing dumb to get you to say it out loud. poor tsukki would never say it himself.

“i’m trying to say, uh, will i still see you? tsukishima,.. i really like spending time with you..”

my mans would literally mumble “me too” under his breath because he can’t believe it either

thank god you have sharp ears or else you wouldnt have heard it

“do you really?! can we hang out sometime? something not school related?”

tsukki wouldn’t even be able to speak because he’s so flabbergasted that you basically asked him out

“why aren’t you answering? you’re making me nervous..”

he’d still be tongue tied so all he would do is nod yes, and smile shyly

~~~~~~~

once finals are over, you two start texting each other in an effort to get to know each other on a deeper level

you figure out that this man is your musical soulmate

you both listen to all the same bands and love the same songs

its crazy how compatible you two are

you’re so antsy over seeing him in a different light that you text him first

“so.. when do you wanna go out? and what do you want to do?”

“whatever you want.”

“wanna go grab some frozen yogurt and go feed the ducks some seeds?”

“sure.”

“how’s tomorrow around noon sound?”

“it’s a date.” 

tsukki at this point is internally SCREAMING because he can’t believe he just said that

you, on the other hand, you just stopped responding

you cant believe that its finally happening and that you didnt have to ask if it was a date

however, you weren’t 100% sure because he could have been kidding? oh well, you’ll find out on the day of the “date”

First Date

he’d come over to your place so you could walk together to the frozen yogurt shop

you’d get some vanilla, with mango yogurt and add in some oreos and gummy worms.

tsukki would see you get your order and make some snide remark like, “wow i didn’t know you were so basic”

you’d just roll your eyes and look at him get what he wants, and this man would literally just get vanilla and add chocolate syrup

“well, at least i’m not as basic as you”

he wouldn’t even have a comeback for that

you’re BOTH basic bitches, but that’s just another reason why you two work so well together

you’re about to buy your yogurt when he slips between you and the cashier and PAYS for yours too

he doesn’t even ask you, he’s already paid for you

you thank him and he says “it wasn’t even that much, since you’re so plain”

salty tsukki has come out to play today lol

you two make your way to the park and you take out the bird seed from your bag so you can feed the ducks

you sit down in front of the lake (or pond or whatever) and start feeding the cuties

all tsukki can do is stare at you and how beautiful you look doing something so mundane

you feel his eyes glaring into your soul and all you can do is try your hardest not to look at him

“hey, i never asked, but what’s your major?” he asks

“im a biology major, and you?”

“well that makes sense since you like being around ducks like this.” he chuckles to himself. “i’m a music major.”

“huh, i never would have figured that out.. what with your headphones always plugged in”

“yeah, i hope to become a producer one day.”

“i hope you make it” you smile at him and this makes tsukki’s heart EXPLODE

you stop feeding the ducks and lay down, staring at the clouds

there are always breaks in your conversation, but it isn’t awkward or anything. it’s comfortable, and tsukki appreciates it, although he’ll never admit it. he hates admitting anything

he lays down next to you, and your hand slowly starts to inch towards his, and he’s doing the same.

the moment both your fingertips meet, you feel an electric shock

he apologizes but then continues to interlock your fingers 

“is this okay?” he asks

“mhhm. it feels... nice.”

“good”

tsukki smiles to himself and starts daydreaming about how he’s going to ask to kiss you next