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Pazuribe Event Translation - “VS Blue Lock!? Let’s settle it with soccer!” — Part 1

Some of the members from Toman mysteriously end up in Blue Lock! Follow Mikey, Takemichi and Mitsuya's side of the story!

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OPENING STORY

場地 圭介：集会終わったしバイク流しながら帰るか

Baji: Meeting’s over, so let’s ride around on my bike on the way home.

松野 千���：そっスね！

Chifuyu: Sure!

佐野 万次郎：おーい2人ともこれからヒマ？

Mikey: Heeey, are you guys free right now?

場地 圭介：あ？今から帰るトコ

Baji: Hah? We’re just about to go home.

佐野 万次郎：じゃあヒマだな！おーい！タケミっち〜！場地と千冬もいけるってさ

Mikey: Then you’re free! Heey! Takemicchi〜! Baji and Chifuyu said they’re coming.

場地 圭介：おい！！マイキー勝手に話進めんな！

Baji: Hey!! Mikey, don’t make decisions by yourself!

龍宮寺 堅：おっ場地も来たのか

Draken: Oh, so Baji is coming too?

三ツ谷 隆：結構人数集まったな

Mitsuya: So we ended up being a good amount of people.

松野 千冬：何かするんスか？

Chifuyu: What are we gonna do?

佐野 万次郎：タケミっちのヘタクソライディングの特訓がてら海の方まで行こうと思って

Mikey: I was thinking we could head down to the sea while we do a special training for Takemichi’s shitty driving.

場地 圭介：ほぉ～？そんなにヘタクソなんか？

Baji: Ohoo～? Are you really that shitty?

松野 千冬：まあ上手くはないっスね

Chifuyu: Well, he’s really not that good.

花垣 武道：千冬～！そんなにはっきり言うなよ～

Takemichi: Chifuyu～! No need to put it so bluntly～

佐野 万次郎：よしじゃあ出発だ！

Mikey: Alright then, let’s go!

・・・

花垣 武道：ん？

Takemichi: Mh?

佐野 万次郎：え、何ここ

Mikey: Eh, where are we?

松野 千冬：今オレたち神社にいました・・・よね？

Chifuyu: We were just in the shrine… right?

龍宮寺 堅：あぁ・・・なんだココ何かの施設か・・・？

Draken: Aah… What’s this, some kind of institution or…?

三ツ谷 隆：同じようなドアが並んでるな

Mitsuya: There’s similar doors lined up.

場地 圭介：神だのみじゃねぇ？

Baji: A plea to the gods, isn’t it?

松野 千冬：場地さんそれ言うなら「神隠し」っスよ

Chifuyu: Baji-san, if you say that, it’d be “spirited away”.

場地 圭介：あーそれだワ

Baji: Oh– well then.

龍宮寺 堅：とりあえず進んでみねぇ？誰かいるかもしれねぇし

Draken: For now why don’t we move forward? There could be someone else.

花垣 武道：そうですね・・・誰か探すのはアリがも

Takemichi: Right… Might be someone to look for.

場地 圭介：よっしゃさっさと行こうぜ

Baji: Okay let’s get moving.

花垣 武道：（なんなんだ・・・？ナオトもここにはいないし、タイムリープ・・・じゃないよな？）

Takemichi: (What’s going on...? Naoto isn’t here either, and it isn’t a time leap, is it?)

松野 千冬：おい、タケミっち何してんだよ置いてくぞー

Chifuyu: Hey, Takemicchi, what are you up to? We’re leaving you behind–

花垣 武道：あぁ置いてかないで！今行く！！

Takemichi: Aaah don’t ditch me! I’m going!!

STORY BEFORE THE BOSS

花垣 武道：完全に迷った・・・

Takemichi: I have no idea where we are…

佐野 万次郎：同じ風景ばっかだな～　ぐるぐる回ってるみてぇ

Mikey: It’s all the same sight～ It’s like going aroound and aroound.

三ツ谷 隆：ココ、さっきも通らなかったか？

Mitsuya: Didn’t we go through here before?

花垣 武道：いつの間にか千冬たちともはぐれたし・・・・・探しに行きますか？

Takemichi: We somehow got split up from Chifuyu and the others… Should we go find them?

佐野 万次郎：アイツらならなんかあっても大丈夫だろ

Mikey: Whatever happens to them they’ll be okay.

三ツ谷 隆：まぁでもココがなんなのかもわかんねぇし早めに合流したいな

Mitsuya: Yeah but we have no clue what this place is so I wanna meet up with them as soon as possible.

佐野 万次郎：お！扉はっけ～ん！とりあえずここの扉開けてみようぜ！

Mikey: Oh! Foound a door～! Let’s open it for now!

花垣 武道：え！マイキーくん！少し警戒したほうがいいんじゃ・・・！？

Takemichi: Eh! Mikey-kun! Shouldn’t you be a little bit careful…!?

ウィーン

Wiiin

？？？（潔 世一）：くぞぉ・・・！まだまだ！！

??? (Isagi): Shit…! Not there yet!!

？？？（糸師 凛）：フン・・・

??? (Rin): Hmph…

花垣 武道：あ！誰かいた！よっかた～！！あの～すみませんちょっといいですか？

Takemichi: Ah! There was someone! I’m glad～!! Umm sorry, do you have a minute?

？？？（潔 世一）：え？誰？

??? (Isagi): Eh? Who is it?

？？？（糸師 凛）：誰だ

??? (Rin): Who’s that?

花垣 武道：いや、あの～怪しい者ではないんですが・・・ちょっといつの間にかこの建物の中��いまして・・・ここがどこか教えてくれませんか？

Takemichi: Oh boy, well～ I’m not someone suspicious but… before we knew it we were inside this building… Could you tell me where this place is?

？？？（潔 世一）：”ココ”のこと知らないのか？

??? (Isagi): You don’t know about “this place”?

花垣 武道：え？あ、はい・・・

Takemichi: Eh? Ah, yeah…

？？？（潔 世一）：”ココ”に関係無いやつが出入りできるようになってるわけないよな？

??? (Isagi): There’s no way guys unrelated to “this place” can go in and out, right?

？？？（糸師 凛）：当たり前だろ　しかもこいつらの服見てみろどうみても不良だ　何しに来たのかしらないがさっきと出ていけ、邪魔だ

??? (Rin): That’s obvious. And look at their clothes, they look like delinquents. I don’t know why you came here but it’s about time you leave, you’re on the way.

？？？（潔 世一）：ちょっ！凛！

??? (Isagi): Wait! Rin!

花垣 武道：え！すみません！話聞いてください！

Takemichi: Eh! I’m sorry! Listen to me! 

パシッ！

Snap!

？？？（糸師 凛）：触るな

??? (Rin): Don’t touch me.

佐野 万次郎：オレの仲間に手ェ出してんじゃねぇよ

Mikey: Then don’t mess with my mate.

？？？（絵心 甚八）：そこまでだ

??? (Ego): That’s it.

ピタッ

Clunk

？？？（絵心 甚八）：拳だの暴力だのに頼るのはナンセンスだ　ここは”青い監獄（ブルーロック）”勝敗はサッカーで決めろ

??? (Ego): It makes no sense to rely on fists and violence. This place is “Blue Lock” and we decide the outcome with soccer. 

佐野 万次郎：は？そもそもテメェ誰だよ

Mikey: Hah? Who are you anyway?

？？？（絵心 甚八）：俺の名前は絵心甚八　その部屋にストラックアウトが出るようになってるから　じゃーね

??? (Ego): My name is Ego Jinpachi. Soccer goal targets are supposed to appear in that room so… See you.

？？？（潔 世一）：あ！切れた！何の説明にもなってない！！

??? (Isagi): Ah! He cut off! That doesn’t explain anything!!

佐野 万次郎：今のやつを探して話聞いた方が早そうだ　行くぞ二人とも

Mikey: It’d be quicker if we found that guy and asked him. Let’s go, you two.

？？？（潔 世一）：お、おい！

??? (Isagi): H-Hey!

？？？（糸師 凛）：ほっとけやってもどうせ勝つ

??? (Rin): Even if you leave it as it is, I'll win anyway.

佐野 万次郎：ハァ？んな訳ねぇだろ　さっさとオマエ潰してアイツ見つけ出してやる

Mikey: Hah? You’d say that. We’ll find them and then I’ll crush you.

STORY AFTER THE BOSS

佐野 万次郎：ホラッ！！

Mikey: Come on!!

バンッ！！

Bam!!

？？？（糸師 凛）：力任せでサッカーができると思うな

Rin: Don’t think you can play soccer using all your strength.

バンッ！！

Bam!!

花垣 武道：き、気��いたらサッカーで勝負することになってる・・・

Takemichi: Before we knew it this became a soccer competition…

？？？（潔 世一）：てか、結局君らは何者なんだ？

??? (Isagi): I mean, who are you all anyway?

花垣 武道：何者と言��れても・・・強いて言えばさっきの人が言ってた通り不良になるんスけど・・・本当に怪しい者じゃないです！何回も言ってると逆に怪しく見えるかもしれねえけど・・・

Takemichi: Who are we… If you ask me, we’re a bunch of delinquents, like that other guy said before but… We really aren’t shady! Though it might seem fishy if I keep on repeating it…

三ツ谷 隆：オレらなんでココにいるのか本当にわからないんだ

Mitsuya: We really don’t know how we ended up here.

花垣 武道：神社にいたんですけど、鳥居を潜った瞬間にここにいたんです！信じてください！

Takemichi: We were at a shrine, but we suddenly were here when we went through the toori! You gotta believe us!

？？？（潔 世一）：うーん・・・（まぁ必死っぽいし本当・・・なのか？）

??? (Isagi): Mhhh… (Well, he looks desperate so… it might be true?)

三ツ谷 隆：そういや　自己紹介がまだだったな　オレは三ツ谷隆だ

Mitsuya: Come to think of it… We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I’m Mitsuya Takashi.

花垣 武道：あ！オレは花垣武道っています　アナタの名前は・・・

Takemichi: Ah! I’m Hanagaki Takemichi. Your name is…

潔 世一：ああ！俺は潔世一　あっちで勝負してるのは糸師凛ね

Isagi: Aah! I’m Isagi Yoichi. That guy over there competing is Itoshi Rin.

花垣 武道：えっと、潔・・・クン　 携帯借りることとかできますか？もしかしたら迎えを呼べるかも

Takemichi: Mh, Isagi… kun. Do you have a phone I could borrow or something? Maybe someone could pick us up.

潔 世一：　あ～ごめん　懈怠貸せないんだ

Isagi: Ah～ Sorry. Can’t lend you a phone.

花垣 武道：やっぱり不良だからっスか！？悪い事には使いません！！

Takemichi: Is it because I’m a delinquent!? I won’t use it for bad stuff!!

潔 世一：いや、違う違う！オレ今没収されてて手元に携帯ないんだ

Isagi: No, you got it wrong! I don’t have my phone with me right now because they took it away.

花垣 武道：え・・・？没収って？

Takemichi: Eh…? Took it?

潔 世一：”青い監獄（ブルーロック）”には入る時携帯は没収されたんだよ　サッカーに集中するために

Isagi: When we arrived at Blue Lock, they confiscated it. So we can focus on soccer.

花垣 武道：さっきの人言ってたその”青い監獄（ブルーロック）”って何ですか？

Takemichi: What’s all about this Blue Lock that guy mentioned before? 

潔 世一：今全国の高校生ストライカー300人を集めて世界ーのストライカーを育成するっていうプロジェクトがあってさ　それがここ”青い監獄（ブルーロック）”ってわけ

Isagi: There’s a current project to bring together 300 high school students from all over the country and train them to be the world’s best striker, that’s Blue Lock.

花垣 武道：はぁ～最近のサッカーはすごいですね

Takemichi: Woah～ Soccer is amazing these days.

潔 世一：ってそれ置いといて花垣くんたち帰りたいんだよな　やっぱ絵心さんのところに行くべきかな・・・それとも帝襟さんか・・・？ よし！外部と連絡取れそうなところに案内するよ

Isagi: But putting that aside, Hanagaki-kun and the rest want to go home. Maybe we should go to Ego-san… or maybe Teieri-san…? Alright! I can take you to some place where you can contact the outside world.

花垣 武道：え！いいんですか！？アザーズ！！マイキーくーん！！

Takemichi: Eh! Are you sure!? Hey!! Mikeeey-kuun!!

佐野 万次郎：何？タケミっち今いいところなんだけど

Mikey: What? Takemicchi, we’re at the best part…

花垣 武道：潔クンが外と連絡取れるところに連れてってくれるみたいです！

Takemichi: Isagi-kun seems to be taking us to a place where we can reach the outside world!

佐野 万次郎：フーン

Mikey: Mhhhh.

三ツ谷 隆：その前にドラケン達探さなきゃな・・・

Mitsuya: We gotta find Draken and the rest before that…

潔 世一：他にも誰がいるのか？

Isagi: There’s more people beside you?

花垣 武道：はい　あと３人とはぐれてしまって

Takemichi: Yes, we split up from three other friends.

 潔 世一：多分それも絵心さんのところに行けばわかると思うから　とりあえず行こうか　凛も行くかー？

Isagi: Probably you’ll find out about that when we go to Ego-san’s. For now, let’s get going. Rin, you coming?

糸師 凛：どうでもいい

Rin: Whatever.

佐野 万次郎：なぁ、オマエなかなかやるじゃん　また会えたら続きやろうな！

Mikey: Hey, you play quite well. Let’s pick it up where we left off next time we see each other!

糸師 凛：フン

Rin: Hmph.

 潔 世一：じゃあ案内するよ

Isagi: Then, follow me!

花垣 武道：お願いします！

Takemichi: Thank you so much!

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 2

糸師 凛：力任せでサッカーやってんじゃねぇ

Rin: Don’t play soccer with brute force.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 5

糸師 凛：オマエなんかに負けるかよ

Rin: I’m not letting you win.

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 10

糸師 凛：素人にしてはやるな

Rin: You played well for an amateur.

You can read part 2 here!

[hirasunny]

Unforgotten Vow

pairing — k-drama! yeon sieun x fem! reader

synopsis — you and sieun made one simple promise when you were kids, and you continue to do so as you got older.

warnings/reader notes — mentions bullying, you and sieun r crybabies (in a good way), sunshine reader and sieun absolutely adores it, he thinks you're a goddess, references to season 1 plot

genre — childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight angst

word count — 2.5k+ words

note: hi! it's me again <3 i want to thank you for enjoying my fics! i read all of your comments and appreciate it a lot :( it really motivates me to write even though i'm not the best at it. much love u guys ^^ as a thanks, here’s a story dedicated to this precious boy 💛 p.s: should i make a part 2? TT

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Sieun was 7 years old when he met you.

He was celebrating his birthday at the park before he accidentally tripped and scraped his knee.

His mom and dad sat by the picnic table a few feet away from him, yet he moved unnoticed to a nearby bench. He sat down in pain as he tried to stop himself from crying.

But it was unsuccessful, his tears fell on his lap continuously. He had a feeling that his father was going to scold him again.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice was small and chirpy when you went up to him in question, tilting your head while he wiped his face and nodded—he was not one for talking.

However, you spoke again, “Do you need a band aid? I can give you one.” You asked shyly.

Sieun looked at you closely, your clothes dirty from possibly playing a lot, your hair was in decent braids but some strands already sticking out, and your legs were visibly decorated with dirt.

He moved to your face, chubby cheeks and (e/c) eyes that held curiosity in them. The boy didn’t mutter anything but still took the band aid in your offering hand, ripping it open.

You smiled and sat down beside him as you continued to talk with newly found confidence. Sieun didn’t even know what you were saying—was it about the kids at the playground? He wasn’t sure. You were talking too fast and too much.

Nonetheless, he listened.

It felt like an eternity when his mother finally called out for him; she seemed surprise as soon as her eyes landed on them.

“My mom is here.” Sieun stated, having a glance at his parental figure. That was the first time he opened his mouth, you thought. You pouted at him.

“Already? But I was going to invite you to the slide.” You responded, upset. He didn’t talk—but you liked his company. He was the only one who didn’t cut you off from speaking!

Sieun gazed back at you weirdly. Why weren’t you telling him mean things like the other kids do? And you even want to play with him. It puzzled the poor boy.

Then, he noticed your lips change from a frown to a big grin instead. “But you’ll be back right? We can play next time!” You say in excitement, nodding to yourself.

“What’s your name? I’m (Name)!”

He took a long time to process it before he answered, “Sieun.” Honestly, he had no idea why he replied, but maybe it was the way you were determined to make him your friend.

It made him feel normal in some way.

“Sieun..” You repeated slowly, just to get used to the sound of it rolling off your tongue.

A shout of your name stopped him from speaking up, you took a glimpse in that direction with a pout, “It’s my mom! I gotta go.” You huffed, looking at the boy beside you.

“Come back, okay? I’ll be here tomorrow!” You added, giving a wave as you ran to your mother. He stood up, observing you.

He disliked going outside. But if it meant that you were there, it might be bearable.

—

“Sieun! What happened?” You breathed out after running. The boy was sitting alone at the swing as he stared into abyss.

To everyone else, he looked completely fine.

But you knew him—if you stare in his eyes long enough, you would see how much emotion he actually keeps by himself. And right now, you had no doubt that he was going through something heavy.

“Your mom’s really worried, she called and said you weren’t at home.” You inform softly, settling at the swing next to his. The night was quiet, you heard nothing but the sounds of trees brushing against one another and the creaking of your swings.

You got comfortable as you admired the starry sky.

“My parents..” Sieun started, following your gaze. You hummed, an indication that you were listening.

“They’re getting a divorce.”

You raise your eyebrows in shock, looking back at him. “What..?”

He avoided your look, the ground being more interesting than the look on your face. He felt disappointed that you had to see him like this. Again.

Yet you never cared.

The word was quite new to you, it was only recently when you discovered its meaning—though you knew it was more than just a word that hurt Sieun. It meant something to him.

So you placed a hand on his shoulder and peeking your head closer to his, “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have me.”

Sieun finally looked at you, his eyes speaking to you more than words could express.

Thank you, they say.

You laughed lightly, ruffling his hair. He hated when people touch his hair, but you? He never minded.

“But if you have to move someplace else..” You rest your hand back on your lap. “Promise me you’ll come back?”

Oh, why were you looking at him like that?

Like you never want him to go?

Sieun’s shoulders eased and his tense look melted as he studied you. Then, he slowly raised his pinky finger. “I promise.” He told you truthfully. You smiled at him, finding the sincerity in his words.

You hooked your pinky with his, “Okay.” You whispered as to not ruin the peaceful moment.

Sieun was 10 years old when he promised you that he’d come back if he ever left someday.

—

Fate jinxed the both of you.

It must’ve laughed for the reason that it was you who had to move away instead of him.

Here you were, crying uncontrollably in front of your best friend at the airport.

“This is so unfair!” You sobbed, violently wiping your tears as Sieun gave you a tissue. He hasn’t said a single word since the ride to the airport. He seemed out of it, you noticed.

On the other hand, this was his first time to skip a few classes. You were surprised when he showed up at your house unannounced. You kept asking him several times if it was okay for him to do such a thing the whole car ride, he would simply nod as he stared at you after, you ignored it out of nervousness.

You never knew that he was memorizing you, because it could be the last time he’d ever see you again.

The star hair clip he gifted you on your birthday was neatly on your hair, the way you bounce your knee rapidly each time you get anxious, your backpack had all sorts of keychains that you buy from school trips with him, and the looks you give him—every smile, every funny face, every pout and cry. He'd remember it all.

Sieun took a mental note of all the little things, like he was studying: because if this test is about you, surely, he'd ace it.

Though, he wasn't the only one who notices, you also recognized a few things. Like his tight grip on the strap of his bag was evident, the slight twitching of his fingers—a habit he does when he’s overthinking, and his brown orbs that look at you to tell you everything you need to know.

He's...wait.

Is he tearing up?

You widen your eyes as he shuffled awkwardly and looked down, trying to maintain his posture.

"You're.." You were hesitant, but you took a step forward, bringing him to your embrace. You heard sniffles on your shoulder as he laid his forehead there while his arms remained by his side. He didn't know where to place them.

"Don't cry, you big baby." You murmur, your tears slipping out for God knows how many times today. "I'm gonna come back, you know that." You assured him. His hands finally moved to your back, gripping your shirt as he nodded.

You two stayed that way for a few minutes before his gaze lingered at you, "Promise me you will." Sieun lowly spoke with trembling lips. You exhaled from your nose, bringing his hand close to your chest as you do the same, then interlocked both of your pinkies.

"I promise you, more than anything."

Sieun was 13 when you left South Korea.

—

Three years had passed by as Sieun faced everything alone.

The problems, the bullying, the guilt—

Suho.

Every step he took felt like he was getting pulled down further and further away from the light he once saw.

From Suho, and most especially from you.

What would you think of him if you knew what was happening in his life right now?

He got his answer when he saw you.

You.

Your figure stood patiently outside his apartment door, a plastic bag containing all the snacks you used to share together was held loosely in one hand and your phone on the other.

Your appearance had completely changed. Your hair grew a bit longer, and the baby fat on your cheeks now reduced. You looked different, but deep down, Sieun hoped you were the still the happy-go-lucky girl he knew.

As you raised your phone to your ear, you check your left. You paused as the phone of the boy you were waiting for rang loudly in the pocket of his jacket.

The two of you stared at one another as the ringing continued, you, however, smiled knowingly at him.

"I kept my promise."

Sieun couldn't believe he could run that fast when he brought you into his arms.

Slowly, the chaos in his mind went silent.

Finally, for once. He was at peace.

Momentarily, he realized he was crying because you had to wipe the tears away, "I know," You still told him in a caring tone. "I'm here."

No other words were needed as you both remained in each other's arms for a while that day.

A few days had gone by rather quickly, and you started to see more of Sieun. He had grown taller since the last time you saw him, his voice was deeper from the timid, high-pitched one you always heard, and his eyes that used to shine at you were now dull as an unsharpened knife.

Regardless, something else had brought your attention—his walls that broke down when you met him was building itself up again. He became distant. The Sieun you cherished was back in his little shell, the one who refused help and locked himself away from people. You knew you had to pull him out.

So you were present, just like before. In every visit at Suho's hospital, you sat beside him when he typed out his messages; in every school he got rejected to, you had a list of backup schools he can apply for; in every night he had nightmares, you were only a call away; in every session at therapy, you were there outside, waiting.

Despite all the hardships and troubles he was facing, you smiled warmly at him.

He never understood any of it. It resembled the times when you were kids. Where you stayed with him more than anyone else.

How can you, someone so beautiful, still smile adoringly at something so broken, with its pieces gradually falling apart?

One time at the bus stop, it was extremely cold when the rain poured heavily around you.

Even as you laughed at a sarcastic comment he made about freezing to death, you still took his cold hands to yours, blowing on it. "What are you doing?" He questioned, startled as he tried to withdraw his hands.

"Keeping you warm, dummy."

You were glowing, and you gaze at him with the same loving grin. His heart fluttered, feeling his frigid fingers soften and warm up because of you.

He pretended not to know if the cause of his face and ears going red was also you.

You never complained and never rushed. You were there, patient and supportive.

Soon, he thought of himself from a few years ago. Whatever 13-year-old Sieun had realized when you went abroad, he was right.

Because he loved you. For the longest time.

And he was not going to let you go.

Just before the day he would move to the new apartment in Yeongdeungpo, where he was accepted in a school named Eunjang High, he knocked on your door, with your favorite food and drink.

"Wow! Is this your goodbye gift?" You teased him, taking the bag from his hand as you let him inside.

He wordlessly sat down when you invited him to the couch, you tilt your head. When Sieun was quiet, he had something in his mind. There was a sparkle of certainty in his puppy-look eyes as he stared at you.

"You okay, pretty boy?" The nickname was familiar, you always called him that ever since your playground hangouts. He often tells you to stop that—but you couldn't, not when you notice his ears getting red and his lips that tries to refrain himself from smiling.

“…” Crap. What was he going to say again? He made efforts to practice in front of the mirror only for him to fail at the moment he needed his words.

To you, it looked like he was struggling. It worried you.

You took the guts to place a hand on his cheek, fixating his focus on you. "Sieun, what's going on—"

"I love you."

You let out a surprised sound, your eyes wide at the sudden words.

You felt a sense of rushing emotions inside you. Was it excitement, shock, or bashfulness?

Whatever it was, you were just sure it was making your face hot.

Okay. That was straightforward.

But it was Yeon Sieun, the boy who always had a sure answer.

You pinch his cheek lightly, he squinted his eyes at you as if it could help his ruddy ears from turning back to its original color. "Hey, are you crazy?! Why are you saying such things?" You asked just so you can lighten up the conversation.

"Because I do. I love you." He calmly told you again, the three magic words made you cover your face. "Okay, okay! I get it." You were embarrassed, could he not act so nonchalant?! You were freaking out here!

"Is it.. bad?" Sieun mumbled, watching as you grumble something in your hands, somewhere along the lines of: "Curse those cold-blooded veins in your body!"

You looked at him, red faced with a pout. "No, of course not! It's just that..."

You trailed off, finding the strength to face him again and held his cold hands in your warm ones. You took a moment, "I.. I love you, too. Since forever." You breathed out, smiling shakily at him.

Were you a Goddess? Sieun thought. How could you look so beautiful?

He leaned to you, initiating first. "Can I kiss you?" He asks in a deep voice, pulling your hands.

You gulped nervously, nodding as no words could come out of your mouth.

He moved, closer and closer, until your noses touched and the two of you closed your eyes. The world around you stopped moving when his lips gently settled on yours.

Sieun was 16 when he kissed his first love.

[moonstruckme]

maeee…maaaaaeeeee…….. can I pls request this dialogue prompt maybe with Spencer Reid? 🥺 I mean we KNOW how much I (we) love a good hospital fic & I just thought it’d be perfect for him……. 🥹 pretty pls with a 🍒 on top!

Thanks for requesting lovely Elle <3 I hate not to use the exactttt prompt but I changed it just a little bit because unfortunately (and yk it breaks my heart to say this) I don't see Spence as a heavy pet name user so I dole them out very sparingly. Hope you like it though!

cw: nonconsensual drug use aftermath, hospital, Mr. Scratch (eek!)

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 920 words

You wake to the dawning realization that your throat hurts. It’s dry, scratchy, like you’ve shouted yourself hoarse for hours. You try to swallow, but your tongue feels like sandpaper against the roof of your mouth. 

“Hey,” says a gentle voice. You know it before you open your eyes, finding soft brown ones waiting. Spencer must have been watching you already. At the slow pull of your lids, he scans you over, a familiar notch appearing above the bridge of his nose as he assesses your face for signs of…you don’t know what. “How are you feeling?” 

You attempt to take an inventory of yourself. Sore in various places, exhausted in a bone-deep way that feels strange after just waking up, but nothing seems broken or torn. You rub your lips together. They’re dry, too. 

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” you say. It’s not a question, but you are asking for confirmation. 

Spencer gives it in the grim pinch of his mouth. “No,” he replies. “It wasn’t.” 

You look down at the thin sheets of your hospital bed. You don’t remember how you got here, but you can guess. The last thing you can recall with certainty is Mr. Scratch’s too-wide smile as he lowered a breathing mask over your face. Everything after is hazy and unreliable. 

“Can I have some water?” Your voice cracks. You hope you can pretend it’s from a dry throat. 

“Yeah. Of course, here.” Spencer reaches for a side table, passing you a small plastic cup. He keeps hold of it even when you have it in your hand; it’s a good thing, because as you lift the cup you can see your hand is trembling. You bring it to your mouth together. “What do you remember?” he asks gently. 

You swallow, the cool water a soothing burn down your throat. “I…we got in a crash, I think. Morgan was driving. Is he okay?” 

“He’s okay,” Spencer reassures you. “Everyone was fine, it just stunned you all.” 

“Scratch did it?” 

Again, that tightening around his mouth. Spencer’s eyes are big and sorrowful. “Yeah. It was either him, or he orchestrated it.” You lower the empty cup from your mouth, and he sets it back on the side table. “He took you from there. JJ said she thought she saw him, but she wasn’t sure.” 

You wet your lips. “Did you catch him?” 

“No,” says Spencer. Softly, like it’s his own private shame. 

You sit in silence for a little while. You’re sure the rest of your team is nearby, waiting for you to wake up, but Spencer doesn’t call for them. You appreciate it. After the confusion that took over your night, you think you need some time to get your bearings. 

Spencer holds your hand while you do. His fingers move over the grooves of your palm. You wonder if he’s memorized them sometimes, with the way he traces the lines so perfectly, even the ones too shallow to feel. He follows them until they disappear and then rubs his index finger over the bump of your pulse like you’re something to be handled with care. 

Finally, you work up the courage to ask, “What did he make me do?” 

Spencer’s expresion turns impossibly tender. “We don’t know.” Your eyes sting. He keeps talking while you turn them up to the ceiling, still holding your hand. “It doesn’t seem like he hurt you,” he says gently. “We don’t think you hurt anyone else, either. There was no blood in the warehouse where we found you. We think he may have just been trying to get information from you.” 

A tear escapes from the corner of your eye. You feel it arc down your cheek before Spencer catches it, cupping your face in the hand not holding yours. 

“It’s okay,” he nearly whispers, though he sounds agonized himself. “We have you. You’re safe.” 

“I don’t remember what I told him,” you choke out. 

“It’s okay.” 

“It could have been important.” 

“That’s not your fault, sweetheart.” 

“And he’s still out there.” 

“I know.” Spencer finally seems assured enough of your okay-ness to stop being cautious with you, dropping your hand to slide his arm around your shoulders. You put your face in his neck. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

Spencer might look all long limbs and sharp angles, but he gives surprisingly good hugs. Your heart doesn’t flutter or thrum or any of the things you think it’s supposed to do when you’re in love; it’s almost like it sighs. Like even your most vulnerable organs know that with Spencer, it’s safe to relax. 

You give yourself a minute there before forcing yourself to return to reality, pulling back to knuckle the dampness from beneath your eyes. “It’s not your fault, either,” you say. 

“I know,” he says, in his sweetly candid way. “I just wish I’d been there.” 

“Well.” You shrug. “I’m glad you weren’t.” 

Spencer doesn’t reply to that. He takes your hand again like it’s a new reflex to always be touching you in some way or another. “The sevoflurane made you dehydrated,” he says, thumb sweeping over your knuckles. “You have to stay here until you’re back to normal, but I was supposed to get the team when you woke up.” 

Though you love them, you feel yourself pout. “Do you have to?” 

A smile tugs at Spencer’s lips. “Garcia’s been pacing in the hallway outside since six this morning.” 

You sigh. “Okay. Let them in.” 

Spencer squeezes your fingers as he gets up.

[archives-of-a-hidden-writer]

Something Else Entirely

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Nonchalant!Cold!Reader

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》 Summary: Where, somehow, Thanos kept choosing you over his others without hesitation more often in the 3rd game, which led to confusion and feelings to be said. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO EPISODE 5 / GAME 2 AND 3, Change of story(Both during possibly after the entry), Reader is player '457', Thanos chose to recruit you instead of Se-mi and Min-su in the 2nd game, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Drug Use, Spilled Confession(He screamed it out), Shouting, Swearing, slight not-so nsfw(PDA), Reader chose 'x' twice. |

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The next day in this damned place seemed to have passed by quickly as you and other players were now being transferred and walked towards the second game. Of course, this meant yesterday's voting system ended with continuing to the second game.

You knew everyone here had decided to play the games due to their debts, but unlike them, you didn't have that much debt in you to surpass the millions like the, but you dislike the thought of spending your hard-earned money on debts you barely even recall now. So the rounded-up cash after the first round was closely enough for you, making you choose to leave the games immediately.

But, of course, that didn't happen as you all entered a new room you deciphered as where the 2nd game would occur.

As the doors you all entered from closed, the first instruction was announced. To find a team in groups of 5.

Being the unphased person you are, you just waited for someone to ask you if you can join their team. As everyone scrambled to find people to join them, you walked around the area, awaiting for someone to ask you to join them.

Of course, that happened as someone shouted your number.

"457!" A voice called out from behind. You turned to see player 230, giving you a wave. You raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want me to join you guys?" You said, turning your full body torwards them.

Player 230 nodded with a big smile, clearly ignoring the 'x' patch on your jacket. "Sure is, do you know who I am?" He replied, pointing at himself as he asked the question. You raised your eyebrow again at this, "The infamous rapper, Thanos?" You answered, earning a thumbs up from Thanos and his two friends before freestyle rapping who he was.

After that, he asked for your name, in which you gave him a nickname instead, not wanting to give out anything that much yet. He then patted my shoulder and winked at me. "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you," he said, giving me a finger heart. I just scoffed at his action, turning away as I noticed there were only four members. But soon after that, one of Thanos' friends found another player to join.

The announcer later spoke, telling everyone about the 2nd game's mechanic, the six-legged pentathlon. The mini-games given were said out, and you looked over to your teammates as they listened before settling on who would play which game. Luckily for them, you played gonggi in the past, so that game is yours to play once your team is up.

"Okay, you good with gonggi?" Player 124, which you now know as Nam-gyu, asked, earning a nod from you. They then started picking out their own games to choose and play later.

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"Goddammit, a lot of people survived," Nam-gyu groaned as we noticed another batch of players enter the room again. All five of you finished the 2nd game, now waiting for every player to either lose or win.

You hummed in return as the thought last group entered the dormitory. You leaned back into the bunk's metal stands, deep in thought. However, it was soon diminished by Thanos slinging an arm across your shoulders.

He said your nickname and praised you for your game earlier, "You did amazing there!" Thanos exclaimed before imitating how you did in the 2nd game.

Soon, the 2nd game came to an end as the pink guards entered the room once more to announce the new amount.

You looked up at the piggy bank in the ceiling before darting back onto the screen above the pink guards, the price of money doubling its amount. To you, it was far more than enough for you.

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"457, just one more round, 'kay?" Nam-gyu said, shaking you by your shoulders as he spoke. He took notice of the red patch, but you pushed him off, your mind had already decided from the start.

Thanos, of course, noticed this and stood between you and Nam-gyu, earning a confused look from Nam-gyu, but deciding on shrugging it off as Thanos being high on his ass again.

But little by little, you've noticed how close Thanos was to you, even back at the 2nd game, he sat close to you, and even during the games, he attempted to have a hand on you from behind.

You, at first, thought of it as him on his drugs, but soon, you started thinking otherwise. And those thoughts continued further as he seemingly blocked you off from Nam-gyu's persuasions despite wanting the same thing.

The voting commenced with player 001 being the first to vote, who chose 'x' this time around. Other players were soon called one-by-one.

As it continues around the halfway mark, player 001 suddenly disrupts the players, causing a scene throughout players that inevitably pushes players to play one more round, adding things like the games are for kids and it's that easy.

You just groaned at this scene, knowing well it will not end well for those who chose 'x'.

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"... Shit..." you cursed out as you pressed 'x' with the voting barely reaching the 'o', making the games continue once again.

Of course, those who chose 'o' cheered in joy, including Nam-gyu. Meanwhile, Thanos slightly frowned, you still chose to choose to leave the game already. Knowing his gaze as well as Nam-gyu's, you decide to instead join those who also chose 'x'.

Meanwhile, on Thanos' side, Nam-gyu cursed at you as they watched you enter the bunks of the 'x's.

"... That bitch," Nam-gyu said, somehow earning a back slap from Thanos, "Oi, don't talk to them like that..." Thanos replied to him, yet still slightly upset how you didn't choose the same as them. Nam-gyu gave another look of confusion towards Thanos, he thinks he was acting a lot stranger than before, even if the excuse or reason was the drugs, it was still a little too out of character of him to act this way towards another player.

As you all do your things, the announcer sounds in to say night's out in half an hour, cue players to go, or find a relatively good bed in the bunks to sleep in.

You found a relatively good one in the middle, not too close to the middle but not too close to the walls as well as it was right next to one of the staircases in the bunks.

Soon, the lights started to dim, with players starting to cosy up under the covers of their bunks. You, as well, cosy up under the covers and sleep, escaping the world for a little while.

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Later on, you stirred for a moment as you hear footsteps towards you. You were close to the stairs, so that's that, but you couldn't help but feel like the person was coming towards you.

And then, you heard someone call your nickname, "Oi, baby, you awake?" You recognised the voice as Thanos. You groaned at him in return, "I am now, thank you very much," You retorted as you turned away from him, "Leave me alone, I know you wanted something because I chose 'x'..." You added, noticing how he always screamed for 'o' in the votes.

He scoffed at that, if only you could see the smitten look on his face as he shook his head, "Not about that, but why did you leave our group, huh?" He asked, lightly shaking your shoulder, you groaned again and yanked his hand off.

"Really? An 'x' with four 'o's, you fucking high right now? And get back to you bunk, they might notice and eliminate your drugged ass," you retorted, slightly turning towards him before you noticed him moving towards the bed above yours and looking back at you, "There, better?" He asked, elbows propping him up as he placed his head on his palms. He was lucky with the darkness hiding the smitten look on him.

You scoffed at him before attempting to go back to sleep.

As you do so, Thanos kept looking at you. Sure, he may be getting questions from his friends the next day, but did he care? Something about you kept pulling him back to you, not like what he felt towards the dead 196. No, it was entirely different. Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

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The next day came by, and you awoke to see Thanos who actually slept on the bunk above yours. Damn, you thought to yourself, thinking whether this man has something towards you or he'd just like this towards new friends.

The time went by, and now you and the rest are being walked to the 3rd game with Thanos, of course, tailing behind you. Again, you were weirded out by this as his friends were somewhere else in the lines.

As you all entered the new place, a large area with 50 rooms surrounding it with a higher platform in the middle.

The 3rd game is about to begin.

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"Going to leave us again, boss?" Nam-gyu called out to Thanos, approaching the purple-haired man. Two rounds in, Nam-gyu took notice of how Thanos' first instinct after each round was to find you as you always try and find other groups than theirs.

Thanos ignored Nam-gyu and continued to look for you. Then he did. He immediately bearhugged you and ruffled your hair.

He cheered your name, saying how glad he was that you're alive like him. You replied his actions by a pat of the back, continuing to be weirded out by the noticable difference in dynamics between how he acts around you and his friends.

Soon, the carousel started to slowly spin again, along with the same music to sang out.

"3!" The announcer said. The player then started to find players to complete the said amount. You immediately got into one and ran towards one of the rooms, not noticing Thanos calling for you. With that, Thanos kicked one of his friends out before screaming towards one of the rooms.

The half a minute timer came to an end, followed by rounds of shots and screams of those who didn't manage to get into a room.

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"Fucking hell..." You cursed out, after another round, the players remained decreased as the 6th round of the game commenced, the platform below spinned slowly.

You were already exhausted from all the adrenaline and running from the previous rounds and games. You hoped this was the final round.

Meanwhile, Thanos kept a close eye on you, blatantly ignoring Nam-gyu once more, not wanting to hear another avertion coming from his friend. Of course, he noticed your exhaustion, and deep down is concerned. Even under all those drugs, he had a concern for you.

"2!" The announcer said, earning you mentally cursing at it. 50 rooms and over 100 players. If you won't die due to not being able to find a partner, then you might as well be eliminated for the inability to secure a room.

About to give out, you felt someone tug on you by the wrist and pull you out of the platform, followed by Nam-gyu's voice screaming out for Thanos. You looked to see the man, Thanos, holding your wrist as you both ran towards the rooms.

"The fuck- Hey!" You called out, but it was unheard as other players ran to get into their own rooms.

"What the fuck-!?" You cursed out, trying to free your wrist as you both entered one of the rooms. He finally lets go of you, "The hell is really wrong with you?!" You cursed out, "You've acting weird this entire time. The hell are you on 'cause that's not drugs," you added, extremely confused and weirded out by his actions. He remained silent. Only the sounds of players outside could be heard.

He mustered something but you couldn't quite hear it, "What was that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I said what-" "Because I love you for fuck's sake!" Thanos let out, grabbing your shoulders and shaking, "God, every since! Just... Something in you are different, and it makes me insane!" He said.

Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

You stared at him in slight shock, "What...?" You asked, wondering if you heard that right.

"Dammit, I fucking love you, alright? You're fucking intoxicating," he replied, lowering his head as if ashamed of the words that spilled his mouth.

Finally understanding his words, you tapped his cheek, making him look back at you before giving a small smile at him.

Forgetting the world around us, the door unlocked as the game finished. Slightly relieved at this, you looked back at Thanos before giving him a peck on the lips, ignoring the slight tang of iron from the blood that splattered on his face from previous games.

You exited the room after that, leaving the jaw-dropped man in the room as you attempted to blend back in the remaining players.

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As your entered the dormitory once again, you felt someone tackle you once more, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close.

"You shouldn't have left me like that, baby!" He whined, pulling you towards his original place in the bunks on the other side. You slightly felt a bit out of place considering your patch and the players surrounding you, but Thanos soon pushed those feelings away as he proudly exclaimed you at his friends, earning glances at Nam-gyu that speaks "So that's why he was acting like that," before nodding.

Soon, another voting would commence, but now getting close to Thanos, you wondered if you could continue this without him dying because of another game.

Now you have another reason to leave the games entirely.

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》 Archiver's Notes: As the winner of the voting log with no more than 2% more than another option, a continuation entry is done for the chaotic purple-haired man, Thanos.

[chrissturnsfav]

Hiiiiii, your work is like insanely good. I am obsessed with singer!reader and rapper!chris!!Can I request one where they’re just like oh and someone asked for a picture with reader and Chris takes it?? It’s just really cute and fluffy!!!

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris loves to watch singer!reader interact with her fans

the night air hums with energy as you step out of the sleek black escalade, chris closely at your side.

the flash of cameras hits immediately, paparazzi shouting questions you’ve learned to ignore. your bodyguards keep the growing crowd at bay, creating a bubble of calm amid the chaos.

chris keeps a hand at the small of your back as you walk toward the restaurant. his presence is grounding, his confident grin a constant reminder not to take any of this too seriously.

that’s when you hear it—a small, timid voice breaking through the noise.

“excuse me… um, can i get a picture?”

you turn to see a young girl, maybe ten or eleven, clutching a phone in her hands along with a vinyl of your newest album. her eyes are wide with hope, her cheeks flushed with nervous excitement. it’s clear she’s talking to you.

your heart melts instantly. you crouch a little to her level, offering her your warmest smile. “of course, pretty girl. what’s your name?”

the crowd of fans and paparazzi begin gushing at the adorable moment, some fans trying to push through the crowd in hopes to get a picture with you as well.

“ava,” she says shyly, glancing between you and chris as if she can’t believe this is happening.

chris steps in before you can even think about how to set this up. “here, i got it,” he says, holding his hand out for ava’s phone.

ava hesitates, starstruck. “oh my gosh, you’re chris!” she exclaims through an excited grin, her eyes twinkling with awe.

he chuckles, taking the phone with ease. “yeah, that's me kid.”

you laugh softly at him, stepping closer to ava as chris angles the phone. “aight, big smiles,” he says, crouching slightly for the perfect shot.

you wrap an arm around ava, who looks like she might float away from happiness. chris adjusts the phone, tapping to focus, his tongue poking out in focus to get the perfect picture as he watches you interact with the little fan.

“got it,” he announces after a few clicks. he kneels to show ava the pictures, and her face lights up.

“thank you so much!” she says, looking from him to you with pure gratitude.

“of course, ava,” you reply, ruffling her hair gently. “have the best day ever, okay?”

as the girl rushes back to her parents, you turn to find chris staring at you. not at the cameras, not at the crowd—but at you. he looks lost in thought, a smirk on his face, but it's not cocky as usual. he looks in awe of you.

“what?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, a snicker slipping past your lips.

he shakes his head, that lopsided grin of his spreading wider. “nah, nothin',” he says softly with a shake of his head. “you’re just so sweet.”

you roll your eyes, though you’re smiling. “chris, stop.”

“m'serious ma,” he says, slipping his arm back around your waist as you both continue toward the restaurant. “i love watchin' ya interact wit' your fans, 'specially the little ones, she was all smiles.”

the flashes of the paparazzi pop again, but they’re nothing compared to the warmth in his voice. you lean into him slightly, an appreciative smile on your lips as he grins down at you, his arm snaking around your waist as you enter the restaurant away from the chaos.

it always baffles chris how you're so patient and sweet with your fans, not that he's not appreciative and kind with his fans, but you...

the way your face lights up when you meet them, the kindness in your soft voice, the gestures you make to them.

it just makes him love you even more.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the end is a lil cringe in my opinion, but i didn't know how else to end this so i hope it was okay lmao

thank you for reading! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[flaresemily]

bAt fAmIlY X nEgLeCtEd rEaDeR ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

ωαяηιηg : мєηтιση σƒ вσ∂у ραят, мιgнт вє α вιт gσяє. мαкє уσυ gυуѕ υη¢σмƒσятαвℓє.

- I just found out that the cat's picture above is called the header. Well technically for pictures that are rectangles. Like the pic above

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : Part 4, Part 5 (right now)

It's been a year since they stay in Japan (force to stay) now they finally return to Gotham (where the real story begin~) 

“Finally!! No more slaying demons! No more staying late at night and waking up at 4 am!!” Jason shouts as soon as he's inside.

“Big brother welcome home” y/n greet them with a smile. (That didn't reach her ears)

“N/n~ my baby!!” Dick exclaimed and hugged her. Squeezing his cheeks with her. She just pushed him away. “You know I don't like hugs…so please stop doing it” y/n ‘gently' remind them.

“Oh! I make food for you guys~ Alfred help me with it." She smiled and led them to the dining room. 

Inside a lot of dishes lay there with sparkles on them. They drool at the sight and quickly take their own seat at the table.

“Well let's dig in!!” Dick said. 

As they ate they didn't notice the smiling y/n who's holding an empty pack of ‘something' inside. “Sleep tight my brother…tonight you will be very tired” she chuckled to herself. 

At night 

Truth to her words. The brothers feel incredibly tired that night. Right after they bath and so on they feel their eyes droopy. 

Damian yawns while carrying o/n. As he gently put her down. She crawled out looking for him. “I'm sorry o/n I haven't told the others about you. I'm very tired…weird as if I'm being drugg—” as he said that he immediately fell asleep. Soft snoring can be heard from Damian.

O/n just stare at him unblinking. She crawled under his arm and wrapped it around her. Then she turned towards his chest and cuddled closer. ‘This is nice. I wish they love me again’ 

In the morning 

News about the death of a family of 3 was all over the TV,phone and so on. Bruce just stares at the screen. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian just woke up from their slumber. 

“How did this happen? I swear there wasn't anything when I patrolled last night.” Bruce mumbled.

Tim who saw this rubs his sleepy eyes and looks at the TV.

“---- it is said that the body is being torn to shreds by an unknown entity—” his eyes widened.

“What do you mean torn to shreds!!” Tim gets closer to the tv while his eyes widen open. “This is exactly like the demon I killed back in Japan! How can this happen!”

“How would you know if it's a demon? Any serial killer can—-”

“Torn to shreds Jason…torn.to.shred.” before Jason can reply to Tim. The reporters said something that caught their attention.

“----- it is also said that the body was eaten in some parts. The hearts, liver and eyes are missing when the doctor performs surgery on them. Some important parts of their bodies, mainly the one that went missing.Not only that, this isn't the first time that has happened in Gotham City.”

“What does she mean by ‘this is not the first time’?” Ask Damian.

They all look at Bruce.

“I—-”

“----I believe this is the 87th time that this serial killer has struck for a year. The question is, why did the same part go missing? Who is this serial killer? And what is his or her motive? Stay tuned for the next update.” and that's how they all went silent 

“87th time!!!” They all shout. They didn't notice the figure who's watching them from behind, hiding behind the wall and smirking at their reaction.

‘soon~ very soon~’ the figure giggles and disappears.

The same night 

Damian is brushing his teeth when he hears shuffling. He peeked outside his bathroom and saw o/n standing with her original height.

He goes back inside and finishes his business and walks towards her. “Hey? What's wrong” Damian asks her.

“Mhmm…..”(demons) 

“Demon? There's a demon in Gotham?” She nods. “Let's go then! I call the othe—” 

“MHMMMHM” (WE MUSTN'T ALERT THE OTHER!) 

“But they are my brothers!” 

“Mhmhmmmh” (it can alert the demon and possibly kill them so let's act alone)

“Fine…I will prepare myself.” 

As soon as Damian was done. Both of them escape using the window. They walk in Gotham Street. O/n sniff around and manage to detect one of the demons. 

“Mmhmm!” (This way Dami!!)

She runs towards the direction and Damian follows suit. 

As soon as they arrive. The demon already ate the human there. All that is left is the remains of the ‘human’. 

“꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꋬꃳꇙꄲ꒒꒤꓄ꏂ꒒ꌦ ꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꇙ ꏂꉧꉣꏂꉔ꓄ꏂ꒯ ꁝ꒤ꂵꋬꋊ ꓄ꋬꇙ꓄ꏂ ꃳꏂ꓄꓄ꏂꋪ!! ꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬꁝꋬ” the demon said with its mouth full

O/n growl at the sight of the Demon. The Demon WHO hear this turn around.

“ꂵꋬꋪ꒦ꏂ꒒ꄲ꒤ꇙ! ꋬꋊꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꒯ꏂꂵꄲꋊ! ꉔꄲꂵꏂ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒! ꒐ ꉔꋬꋊ ꍌ꒐꒦ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꒒ꏂꊰ꓄ꄲ꒦ꏂꋪ—-”

O/n run toward the demon and kick him. Judging by the voice it's a male. 

—----

The battlefield was chaos—shattered stones, splintered trees, and the stink of sulfur and death clinging to every breath.

The demon loomed over them, massive and wild-eyed, mouths on its arms screeching in different voices. Its tongue lashed like a whip, its claws already stained red from the kick impact. 

But Damian Wayne didn’t flinch.

He stood tall, katana glinting blue beneath the moonlight, calm in the storm.

“Stay behind me,” he muttered.

A soft growl answered him. O/n.

He didn’t look back—you were already moving.

She dashed past him in a blur, her eyes glowing crimson, clawed fingers extended as she slammed into the demon’s chest and kicked off its face, flipping gracefully back to Damian’s side.

“Tch.” He smirked slightly. “I said behind me.”

She huffed, crouched low and feral, but her smile peeked through the muzzle.

The demon roared, lunging.

Damian exhaled—focused.

“Water Breathing. Third Form—Flowing Dance.”

He spun forward like a current unleashed, blade sweeping low and then high in a graceful arc, water trailing behind the motion like a living thing. He cut through one of the demon’s mouths mid-scream, flipping over its back with fluid precision.

As the beast stumbled, she followed, charging with unnatural speed.

CRACK!

Herr claws pierced its leg, and with a shriek, you ripped the limb off, kicking away before the corrupted blood could splash her. 

“ꍌꌦꋬꋪꍌꁝꁝꁝꁝ!!”

The demon swung wildly, but Damian was already there—his blade slicing through the arm mid-attack.

“Focus!” he barked. “It regenerates!”

“꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄ ꒒ꏂ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐ꒐ꋊ!! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄! ꒐ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄!!!” The demon roared. 

She nodded quickly, eyes narrowing.

He dove forward again, faster this time.

“Water Breathing. Fifth Form—Blessed Rain After the Drought.”

His sword struck true—clean through the neck in a single, merciful strike. The demon let out a final hiss before crumbling to ash.

Silence fell.

Damian panted lightly, blade still raised.

She padded forward on silent feet, sniffing the air—cautious. But the threat was gone.

Finally, Damian turned to her. 

“You held back,” he said bluntly. “You could’ve torn it in half.”

She blinked at him, then nodded once.

He looked away. “Thank you.”

She blinked again—surprised.

“…For not going too far,” he added, sheathing his blade.

She smiled behind her muzzle, and for just a moment, he let himself return the look.

“Come on,” he said, already walking away. “More reports of demons nearby. You’re not going back in the box yet.”

And this time, she didn’t argue.

She just ran beside him, her shadow and his blade moving in perfect sync beneath the silver moonlight.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

ᵦᵧ : ғʟᴀʀᴇs ꏂꂵ꒐꒒ꌦ

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

@darktrashpoetry @fortunatelydifferentqueen @floathyblues @kyuumeee @bunniotomia @sirenetheblogger @seemeee3 @luffypixie @rainschnael

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Megumi's little sister falling head over heels for Yuji (and maybe Sukuna?)

Pairing: Megumi's sister x Yuji; Megumi's sister x Sukuna; Megumi's siter x Mugumi sibling dynamic (Megumi being a cool big bro)

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: After being set on a mission with your crush Yuji, your big brother and Nobara, things don't go as planned as all and force Yuji to sacrifice himself before you have the chance to tell him how you feel. Until Sukuna appears...

Warnings: drama over drama, hurt over hurt, but also a lot of fluff

Notes: I hate to brag about my own work, but this is honestly one of my favorite fics out of my own feather so PLEASE interact in some kind of way with it - will be forever grateful <3

Tags: @sunshine7queen @selen1um-hexafluoride @sanicsmut (tagging you bc I bet you'll like that)

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, just one look at the boy next to your brother is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Yuji Itadori is a walking green flag, the best boyfriend material you stumbled upon in your life. Just seeing his bright smile is enough for you to feel like flying, his inviting brown eyes sweeping you off your feet on a regular basis.

“Oh look, there’s (y/n)”, Yuji speaks out in excitement.

Despite the fact that you are Megumi’s younger sister, you are the complete opposite to him. Kind, open-minded and oh so sweet. When Yuji joined jujutsu high, you were the first who greeted him with open arms, showed him around, trained with him, gave him every little advice you’ve had. It truly is unavoidable to fall head over heels for you in that white uniform with that smile as bright as the sun.

“Hey Yuji, hey grumpy-cat”, you greet both boys, earning a huff from your big brother.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)? Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission right now?”, Megumi questions.

“Oh, Toge and Panda took over for me as the curse seems to be a grade 1. Also, Gojo-sensei needs me here for the training sessions”, you clarify.

Right, the training sessions. It doesn’t sit right with Megumi that you are partly responsible for them. You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, especially your tajutsu abilities are truly outstanding and it’s no surprise that you are the best combat fighter along with Maki. That’s why you grew especially close with Yuji…

Megumi hates the way his friend looks at you with hearts glistening in his eyes and heart hammering so loud that even he is able to hear it. It is no secret to anyone anymore that Yuji Itadori is hopelessly in love with you. How could he not? You are breathtaking beautiful and the kindest person walking on this earth with an angelic voice that could end wars. Only fools wouldn’t fall for you.

But the thing is that you seem to like him too. You, his little precious sister, the one thing he loves more than anything else in this world. The thought of you and Yuji being together alone makes his guts turn.

“Aren’t you too weak for that? You’re still a first year”, Megumi comments dryly.

“Huh? (y/n) is just as strong as you and me, maybe even better. I’m sure she will be great!”, Yuji instinctively replies.

You can’t help but admire him, that beautiful boy with the purest soul. Not even the fact that he inherits parts of the most dangerous curse on this whole planet can keep you from stumbling, crashing and falling for him.

“Yuji, I was wondering if you…If you’d like to meet up with me after today’s training”, you begin, nervously fumbling with your hair.

“No. Way. In. Hell”, Megumi hisses through gritted teeth.

Before Yuji is able to comprehend what is happening or even to answer your precious question, Megumi drags him along with him, away from your striking sight, back at Jujutsu High.

“See you, (y/n)!”, he shouts over his shoulder while waving you goodbye.

“Yeah…”, you mutter, hand dropping in disappointment.

When will you ever be able to get to know him better without your big brother interrupting every sweet moment you have?

“That girl…”

Sukuna leans forward, hand stroking his chin thoughtfully.

You are a pain in the ass, always on this brat’s mind. But you are very easy on his eyes, truly a beauty with decent abilities.

He laughs to himself, eyeing you up and down as your figure disappears.

“This will be fun…”

-the next day-

 It sounded so simple and enticing at first. Don’t fight, exclusively rescue survivors, if you encounter a special grade: run. Pairing up with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji. A difficult but manageable task.

Until you got caught in a sphere.

Until Nobara disappeared.

Until Megumi’s divine dog got killed and a special grade curse appeared in front of your very own eyes.

“We can’t leave without her!”, you yell, eyes roaming around in a desperate attempt to find Nobara.

“Not now, (y/n). We’ll find her later, right now we have to-“

This presence. The sheer presence of this creature takes your breath away without even seeing it. There is no doubt that this is…

A special grade.

None of you move, just staring blankly at this thing with its wide open eyes and alien-like appearance next to you. No. You can’t just stand there, move, try to attack it, try to fight.

Suddenly Yuji lunges himself at it, trying to slice into that frightful creature. In the blink of an eye, his hand falls to the ground along with the cursed weapon Maki lent him.

“I-ita…Itadori?”, Megumi stutters next to you.

Time stands still. You can only stand there and watch in horror as he turns around, blood squirting out of his arm.

“Yuji!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

No. No. No.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t reality, right? Maybe it’s Sukuna who tries to play tricks on you. You aren’t even able to hear what Megumi and Yuji talk about, ears ringing so violently that you feel like fainting, sweat dripping from every pore.

Is this how you’ll die? In your first year, together with the boy you never admitted your feelings to and your brother? This can’t be how it ends, you still had so much planned…

“Hey Sukuna, if I die here you die too, right? So you have to help me out.”

“Not true. Even if the part of me that’s inside you dies, there are 18 other fragments of my soul still out there. Still irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then I’ll go for that woman. She’s a lively one, I’ll have fun with her. Last but not least, there’s your little friend over there, or should I say girlfriend? What a pleasure it will be to see the light in her fade while she’s staring at the eyes of the boy she loves!”

The thought of him killing his friends with his own hands is frightening enough but killing you…Yuji stares at you in disbelief, the way your glossy eyes are widen in nothing but fear.

“I’m not going to let you do that”, he hisses automatically.

“I bet. But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die.”

“(y/n), watch out!”

Megumi grabs your collar just in time and pulls you to the side before you get hit full force by the curse. You hold onto his uniform for dear life, feeling like you’ll throw up any minute. This is all too much, way more than you can handle. You don’t want to die yet, especially not here, especially without telling Yuji how you feel. Megumi…You can’t both die here.

“Fushiguro!”

You’re still so young, so full of life…

“Fushiguro!”

Out of instinct, your eyes dart towards Yuji. Control your breathing, gain regulator over your ringing ears.

“Take (y/n) and Kugisaki and get out of here. I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out. As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal. Once you do…I’ll switch with Sukuna.”

“You know you can’t do that! Not with one arm against a special grade!”, Megumi yells at him while holding onto you tightly.

“Yuji…”, you breathe out, tears now running down your cheeks like waterfalls.

Please, this can’t be happening right now. What Yuji suggests…

Is his certain death.

“Look closer, it’s having fun. It’s obviously toying with us. I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!”, you cry out while tearing you away from your brother’s tight grip to grasp Yuji’s sleeve.

“I can’t just leave you here like that!”

“Please, (y/n), you need to-“

“I love you!”, you blurt out.

“I love you!, Please don’t leave me like that, I love you…”

“I love you too, (y/n), but you have to go now. Fushiguro.”

Your brother’s eyes dart towards you. Despite he has to fight back tears himself, despite the fact that he hates seeing you like that he knows exactly that Yuji is right.

With a swift motion, he frees your hand from Yuji’s sleeve and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you away from this special curse.

Away from Yuji.

“Come on, (y/n). We’re getting through this”, he interject between your toe-curling screams.

All you can feel is numbing grief. You can’t even hear your own cries anymore, vision getting blurry over Megumi’s shoulder. None of this should have happened. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, all of you should have been running the second that curse appeared. But now Yuji is in there alone with a missing hand, risking his own life to save yours.

“Divine dogs, find Kugusaki”, Megumi’s voice shouts from far away, the tiles underneath you moving in rapid motion.

Until slowly but surely, everything around you seems to get dark.

“(y/n), you need to stay with me. (y/n)!”

-later-

Rain wets your face and takes your sight as you open your eyes. Where are you? What happened? You lift yourself up from your sitting position, eyes darting towards Nobara and Ijichi-san who is about to stitch her head up.

Where is Megumi? And what about Yuji? A lump forms in your throat when memories of your last encounter begin to flood your mind. If he’s dead…

You clench your hands into fist, watery eyes darting in front of you. No, don’t think like that. There has to be a reason for Megumi being missing. He must be on his way to look after Yuji. And you’ll definitely to the same.

Your rapid steps make the water to your feet spray in every direction, sharp and heavy breaths hanging in the air. You just have to concentrate on Yuji’s signature cursed energy. After spending so much time together, it’s no problem to detect him anymore. And then you’ll hug him like there’s no tomorrow. Yes, he probably switched with Sukuna and returned as soon as the cursed spirit was gone.

Something makes you stop in your tracks. Foreshadowing, fear, hope? You can’t tell. But the atmosphere around you changed completely. Is he…?

“Yuji?”, you murmur into the heavy rain of the evening.

“Sorry, he’s not coming back.”

You can’t catch your breath, eyes wide open as the body of Yuji pins you against a nearby tree. These tattoos, that smirk.

This is Sukuna.

You fight against his claws as hard as you can only for him to chuckle over your efforts. No, his hand doesn’t move an inch away from your arm, holding you in place effortlessly.

“No need to be frightened, (y/n). Let’s talk a little, shall we?”

“Bring him back”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Who knows why, but he can’t come back. So I’ll keep you entertained”, he replies.

Sukuna wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. Oh, you really are lovely with your wet hair and skin, let alone the way you glare up at him while heavy breathing. Somehow he gets it, how this brat fell head over heels for you.

“I don’t wanna be entertained!”, you yell into his face.

With full force you rip yourself out of his firm grip and attack him. Fists fly through the air, sending him into a nearby tree.

“I’m surprised, when you beat that brat over and over I thought it was because he is weak when in fact, you are pretty strong!”, Sukuna shouts while running towards you with neck breaking speed.

You were never confronted with Sukuna. Since you know Yuji, he was always able to suppress his presence. But right now… Your blood freezes in your veins, the way his usual to tender brown eyes are lit by raging red makes shivers run down your spine.  

“Come on (y/n), give me all you’ve got!”

You fight as hard as you can, hitting him with full force over and over. Until it seems like he has enough.

He pushes you into the dirt violently, rain pouring down as all you can do is stare up into his amused face while he sits on top of you.

“Not bad, girl. Not bad”, he hums amused.

His hand sure feels good wrapped around your neck. Yes, slowly but surely Sukuna definitely understands what that brat sees in you. A ray of sunshine while being feisty, looking feminine while being so strong. Impressive, truly impressive. And how the rain pours down at your stunning face.

“Bring. Him. Back.”, you spit at him, very own eyes glistening in thick hatred.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. After all I am technically him. Just a much better version.”

“You will never be him”, you bite back.

His weight on top of you along with his hand wrapped around your neck makes it hard to catch your breath, let alone think straight. Yuji’s uniform is now completely soaking wet, revealing his tight muscles underneath. Of course you always knew how well trained he is. After all, you touched him many times before. But this, him sitting on top of you, his hand wrapped around your neck…

You shake your head. But this isn’t Yuji Itadori. This is Sukuna, the king of curses.

“What’s on your mind? I bet you secretly like that.”

You glare up at him and his stupid grin. What are you supposed to do? Whatever is going on, it doesn’t seem as if Yuji will come back any time soon. Is Megumi around? You can detect him either.

So you have to deal with this on your own.

Fine.

One last deep breath. One last spark of focus to defeat him.

As fast as you can you lift and wrap your legs around his neck, pushing your hips through and holding his hands around your neck in place. With full force you pinch your knees, drive your hips forward and free yourself out of his grip. You can tell that he didn’t expect this, that he won’t fight back. Your fists darts towards his face, only inches away until-

“(y/n).”

Just inches before you hit his nose with full force, you stop in your tracks. No, this didn’t sound like Sukuna. Could it really be…?

“Are you okay?”

“Yuji”, you breathe out.

You tear up, a silent scream of relief escapes your lips as you lunge yourself towards him, landing on top of his chest as you hug him tightly.

“I thought I lost you…”

“Sorry that you were worried. Did Sukuna hurt you? Are you okay?”

His tender brown eyes wander along your slightly bruised body while a wave of respite washes over you. You thought he is dead. Or even worse, that Sukuna will occupy him forever. But he’s back, the boy you love more than anything else.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

Your nails dig into his biceps while you look up at him through wet lashes, rain still pouring down at both of you without mercy.

“I’m okay. Especially since you’re fine.”

Your heart flutters, emotions threaten to overflow.

Screw it. Screw all of it.

“I love you”, you breathe out.

And then your lips meet his. Crushing down at him without mercy, through the heavy rain falls. You let yourself sink into his arms, fireworks are set off inside your stomach. God, Yuji could have died today, the second he faced that cursed spirit alone you were almost certain that you’ll never see him again. But now…Now you’re lying in his arms, kissing him with so much passion that you feel like drowning and suffocating.

“I love you too, (y/n)”, he mumbles against your lips, smiling sweetly.

“God, how much I love you.”

[captainlondonman]

SKIN 3 YEARS

Every school has one. A bully boy and his victim, the bullied. At this school it was no exception. Phil was obviously the bully in his year. Rough, well built with muscles in all the right places, couldn’t give a fuck about his class results always dressed in jeans and T shirt and Doc Marten boots.  Most of the other guys in the year kept away from him. No one wanted to be friends with such a jerk, a bully. That only made Phil more aggressive. So he chose his victim. It was obvious. It had to be the bookish Simon, same height but slim built, wavy hair and also someone who seemed to have few friends. Phil knew Simon was his victim and Simon knew he was being earmarked so whenever possible he kept a wide berth and if Simon saw him coming up the corridor he would dive in to a classroom to escape. Little by little the taunting started coming up behind Simon and grabbing his arm tightly so it would bruise, telling him

‘Trying to avoid me you little runt.’

‘Fucking little bookworm’

‘Fucking little mummy’s boy.’

Soon Phil decided a good idea to let the others know so would shout as he passed by Simon. 

‘Who’s a fucking little queer.’

‘A right little fucking bum boy.’

‘Bet you are a good cocksucker.’

No one did anything to help and Simon was too terrified to report.

Phil escalated his attacks and would grab Simon’s books

‘Give me your fucking homework so I can copy .’and would snatch the books and give them back a day later once he was ready to hand in his work. Some teachers wondered how the hell Phil’ s work started to become better but no one sought to question.

One day Phil came up behind Simon and whispered 

‘At break get behind the bike shed and don’t be late.’

Simon was terrified as he would have no one to see whatever Phil had in mind and also he had no idea what he wanted but he knew he had to go there

At break Simon turned the corner and Phil was there legs apart smoking a ciggie.

‘I knew you would come. Too terrified not to eh you little pussy. I need my ciggies so empty your pockets and give me your money. Now

‘I haven’t much on me .’Simon replied sheepishly

‘Get the fucking money out and give it or do you want a thumping.’

Simon dug his hands into his trousers and handed over the few coins he had.

‘Is this all you fucking well have?’

As Phil said this he flung Simon back against the wall and pushed his body up tight against Simon forcing one leg tight into Simon’s crotch.

‘You fucking little wimp. I deserve to make mincemeat out of you. You were born to be a fucking bullied little pile of shit.’

Simon could feel Phil’s breath smelling of cigarette smoke spreading across his mouth. Then Phil moved his head back and spat a great gob at Simon, taking a hand and rubbing it over his eyes and mouth.

‘This is what you fucking deserve you little fag boy.’

Suddenly Phil’s face gave a sneering smile

‘Shit man you are loving this. What’s  this my leg is up against. You have a rock solid boner which was not there a minute ago. You fucking love my leg in. your crotch and my spit all over that face of yours.’

Saying that Phil moved his hand down and grabbed Simon’s cock and balls.

‘A right tent pole you got there Who would have thought you’d have a cock that size. What a pity as you’ll never get to use that up a hole. A right pair of big dangling balls as well. You fucking love me rubbing you up. You’ re a faggot after all. Maybe you should be my faggot . Believe it or not but you have made my cock nice and stiff and once it’s hard like now it needs some action and you pussy boy can ease the pressure inside that dick of mine. Get down on your fucking knees, now!’

Simon knelt his face looking straight at the stiff cock inching down Phil’s jeans.

‘Now unzip me you little prick and get your hand inside to feel that nice stiff piece of meat of mine.’

Simon could not believe that he was in front of his tormentor staring at the outline of cock and his own felt almost on fire with desire. And now he has been commanded to open Phil’s flies and dig in deep to release that thick cock, a cock he had secretly dreamt about and at times imagining had wanked on.

Phil undid the top button to enable Simon’s hand to get in and feel the warmth of the stiff prick. As Simona had suspected Phil was always commando as he had been able to sometimes watch Phil walking down the street and the cock sliding up and down in the jeans. 

The cock flipped out

‘Maybe not as long as yours, faggot but nice and thick. So if you are my faggot you know what to do. Take a good firm grip and move it to that gaping mouth of yours. Bet you have never sucked dick before. Yes?’

‘No.’

‘I thought that but I look at that baby face of yours and know you want to. Just  breathe carefully and start by rimming my head letting your spit slide over it. Once you have my full head in your mouth the rest will come naturally. Trust me. My cock has been in many mouths desperate to take my cum.’

Phil pushed his prick into Simon’s face.

‘Now open wide faggot’

Simon opened and started to rim the thick head with his spit savouring the sense of smell and skin, especially letting his tongue linger under the head knowing from wanking that this was a sensitive part. He was right as he heard Phil groan

‘That’s right you little poof boy now let those fucking lips of yours take in the whole head and I want to feel the edge get into that throat of yours. Shits that’s it, I knew you were a fucking homo boy wanting cock the moment I saw you. Now I am going to slide the full shaft in and get ready to open that mouth of yours wider to take it all, I want to feel it surging down the back of your throat.’

Simon started to choke but knew he could not let the cock out of his mouth so started to breathe and let his spit ease the movement down.

‘Time for me to take control mate. But first while you have my dick in your mouth unzip yourself and take out that cock of yours with your other hand. Don’t let go of your hand that’s on my prick.’

Simons’ cock was almost stuck down the length of his trousers and only with difficulty was he able to push it up until it sprang out and let in spring into the vertical position.

‘You do have a good cock there boy and real 8 incher. Seeing that is just what I need to face fuck you. Now get that hand of yours working that nice big shaft of yours. Bet you have wanked often enough to know what to do.’

Saying that Phil took hold of Simon’s wavy hair and thrust the cock as deep as he could until Simon could feel the bristles of the pubes rubbing against his mouth.

‘Now you just take it while I do the movement and let it slide in and almost out of that gob of yours.’

Holding Simon. tightly Phil started to pummel his cock faster and faster, his breathing quickening with each forced push up to the hilt.

The ferocity of the way Phil was face fucking made Simon’s hand work faster and faster up his shaft. He was ready to explode.

‘I fucking cum first you little shit. Jesus I am cuming’

And with that and a loud groan he let spurt after spurt down Simon’s throat who thought he was going to choke with the amount which started to pour out from his mouth and down his chin. The taste of spunk and the feel of it coming out of his mouth was too much. Simon had never been as hard or as horny in his life and with one final thrust of his hand he exploded his cum between Phil’s legs.

As Phil let his cock out of Simon’s mouth he smiled

‘Better wipe that gob of yours otherwise you will be showing everyone what spunk you have. For a little virgin you learn quick faggot. This has clearly worked for the two of us and gets me to release my spunk instead of jacking off so we will make this a weekly meeting. Got it. And don’t be late or think you can avoid otherwise I will fucking thump you but I think you want it as much as I do.’

Simon met Phil each week behind the shed at school and while Phil bullied Simon in between he wanted each week to come so he could get his rocks off and feel his spunk in Simon’s throat. Meanwhile in spite of everything that Phil did to him he knew he was not just giving Phil pleasure but he own cock was getting all he wanted as well.

On the last day of term  Simon was being awarded The Best student at graduation. Hardly anyone congratulated him, knowing he was the best in the class. Phil looked sullenly at him knowing his marks made him bottom. Simon had applied to University and would off on his 3 year course in a few months after the summer vacation.

As all the kids came out of the graduation hall Phil came up behind Simon and whispered.

‘I want you behind the shed now you little brainy faggot. You may have got all the prize books but I have something a lot better to send you off with. Be there in 10 minutes.’

As Simon rounded the corner Phil stood legs apart smoking a ciggie and looking like thunder.

‘Get the fuck over here.’ This was a different Phil. A nasty Phil and the sight of him was terrifying Simon.

As Simon walked over Phil’s hands came out and shoved the prize books out of Simons hands.

‘Fucking clever clog eh. Fucking faggot got all the prizes, Fucking piece of shit going off to Uni. Suppose you are laughing your fucking head off at me as bottom of the class with no job to go to.’

‘I hadn’t thought like that at all.’

‘Oh yeah.’.

‘Now you can go off and be fucking mister know all with guys just as brainy as you.’

 And with that Phil grabbed hold of Simon and pushed to back against the wall face forwards shoving his face against the concrete wall.

‘That hurts’, Simon squealed

‘Of course it fucking hurts. What you deserve for being so fucking clever. Now raise your arms high.’

With Simon now pinned against the wall, Phil put his hands around Simon’s waist and undid his flies.

‘What are you doing.’

‘Don’t fucking ask. I do as I want, got it.’

Phil then pulled down the rousers and underpants to Simon’s knees so that he had no way of running off.

‘Time I gave you a going away present. A blow job ain’t good enough for you now. You need something to really remember me. Time that virgin arse of yours got a right good fucking from my cock.’

‘No please I cant’ take that prick of yours up me.’

‘You bloody well will and you will feel my spunk all the way up. Take that to Uni with you.’

Simon was terrified to move and knew with his trousers around his knees he had no where to run.

Phil unzipped his jeans, his cock already stiff knowing what he had planned to do and yanked it out.

‘I’ve been fucking wanting my dick inside that arse of yours for a while. Thought best to leave it till we go our separate ways so you have a bloody sore memory of me.’

Phil lets a couple of big gobs of spit drop onto his cock and rubbed them up and down the shaft.

‘Now stick that arse of yours right out. I ain’t playing around with that hole of yours. No foreplay just a good fuck’

As Simon pushed his arse out he suddenly felt the tip of Phil’s stiff cock press against his cheeks finding its way to the hole. His hole reacted immediately trying to close any entry. Phil pulled Simon’s cheeks apart so he could see exactly where his prick was going.

‘Don’t think that by squeezing that hole of yours is gonna stop me. Its’ just gonna make if more painful but if that’s what you want OK. Up to you, faggot.’

Simon knew he had to relax and as he did so, so Phil pushed his head into the hole causing Simon to let out a great sound of pain. Phil put his hand over Simon’s mouth and whispered 

‘You shut the fuck up. Take it like a man instead of being such a fucking wimp. Once I’ve fucked you that arse will be ready for any cock when you get to Uni. But it’s me who fucks you first.’

Still with his hand over Simon’s mouth , Phil put his other hand around Simon’s waist to grab as he started to let his shaft slip inside.

‘A great soft fucking hole you have there. Made to be fucked. Now stop any shouting got it,’

Simon grunted as Phil took his hand away and put his also around Simon;’ waist to allow him to push in and out. As he moved his hand into position he was suddenly aware that Simon’s had a ram rod boner.

‘Got a right boner there. I knew you wanted to be fucked. Seeing it’s the last time let me wank you as I fuck you eh?’

As Phil moved in and out and up and down Simon’s arse so Phil gripped Simon’s rod harder and slipped his hand up and down covering and uncovering Simon’s foreskin with its bright red head, precum oozing out

‘You won’t forget this fuck mate. Take my fucking cock all the way in that arse of yours, move in time with my dick, go on faster and faster. Get ready to take my spunk. I can feel that shaft of yours pulsating ready to burst.’

As Phil gave a final push into Simon’s arse he let out a deep groan and sank his teeth into Simons neck to stop his orgasmic noise. Simon’s head shot back letting out his own noise as he came in Phil’s hand the spunk shooting out against the shed wall.

Phil stood back and forced his still rigid cock down his jeans, looking at the mark he had left on Simon’s neck.

‘You will remember me for a while when that bruises up but most of all you will remember how I fucked your virgin arse. All that sticky cum of yours over the wall can just stay as a reminder of the day I fucked you. Now zip yourself up pick up your books and get the hell out of here. You won’t forget me.’

3 YEARS LATER

Simon returned home after graduating his Uni course with full honours. His parents were away for work for a year so he had the house to himself. Going out from time to time to get food etc he had seen a couple of his classmates, well hardly mates, and they acknowledged him but didn’t bother to ask what he was doing and how Uni has fared. ‘Stuff them ‘Simon said

A   couple of days later there was a ring at the front door and Simon thinking it could be the postman opened the door to see Phil standing in front of him. At first he hardly recognised his bully from school. The guy was now a full skinhead, shaved glistening head. The Doc martens had been replaced with high white laced Ranger boots and he had bleached denim jeans tight against his legs and even at a quick glance Simon had seen the outline of his cock down one side. Obviously still commando then. He wore a black Fred parry and a green A1 jacket. A black leather back pack completed his clothing. If he had looked the bully at school he now looked almost terrifying and not someone you would ever want to cross. Simon’s eyes were out on stalks.

So you are back then. Word gets around. Must say you have bulked out quite a bit. Obviously at the Uni gym. Suits you but all that fucking wavy hair and you are still the same faggot I remember.’

‘So are you not going to ask me in and gimme a beer?’

As he said this Simon started swiftly to close the front door but Phil anticipated and placed his Ranger boot firmly in place.

‘Now that’s not very friendly is it.’ As he said it he thrust the door open almost knocking Simon back against the wall.

Moving quickly in and kicking the door shut Phil took hold of Simon’s shirt and said. 

‘So lets’ go into the kitchen and get that beer. For your sake there had better be a couple in the fridge.’

Simon meekly obeyed his master and took out a beer opening it to hand to Phil. Gulping it down he said

‘I needed that. Right sit down. You and I have business to attend to.’

As Simon sat down there was no where for Simon to go.as Phil opened up the back pack and took out a length of rope.

‘Get your hands behind you over the back of the chair you pussy.’

‘What are you going to do?’

‘You will soon find out.’

As Simon obeyed so Phil set the knots in place 

‘You are not gonna hurt me are you? I’ll suck you or whatever you want.’

‘Just shut the fuck up and you will soon see.’

Phil again dipped into the backpack and took out a professional hair razor.

‘Does this give you an idea?’

‘I think so.’

‘It’s time that mass of blond curls left your head. ‘

‘No, no please leave my hair.’

‘By the time I have finished you will have no hair. You will be just like me. Lovely fucking smooth head so flip your head and let me get started.’

Simon knew there was no way he could wriggle out of it and waited to hear the whirring sound of the razor. Within minutes he saw his blond locks fall onto the floor and he could feel so much more air around his head. He knew he was being scalped but was powerless. After several minutes Phil put the razor down and took another gulp of beer. He them took the shaving foam out of his kit and another razor to remove the bits left of Simon’s head. 

‘We want you nice and smooth no doubt there will be a few nicks but that will quickly go.. Coming on a treat now.’

He moved round to stand in front of Simon to admire his work. 

‘At least from the neck up you look like a skin.’

Simon was looking straight into Phil’s crotch and could see a rock hard cock stretching down one side of his bleachers.

Giving his bulging outline a rub Phil said

‘Jeez staring to make be horny. Now for the next bit. I am gonna untie you and then you get down on yer knees in front of me got it.? Don’t even think of doing anything other than I tell you.’

Simon sank top his knees in front of his master his bully.

‘Those nice Ranger boots of mine need a cleaning and I know from your cock sucking days that you have plenty of spit to clean them just as I want . Do the right one first. I want to make sure I can see my face in the toe cap right. Placing both hands on the ground Simon bent over the right boot and started to let his spit flow over the cap licking it and tasting the dirt in his mouth. He covered the cap with his spit.

‘Now let me see what you have done boy. ‘As Simon took his face back and Phil looked down.

‘That not what I call fucking clean you sad faggot.’ Placing his other foot on Simon’s head he forced him down so his lips were pressed against the leather.

‘Now fucking lick and clean got it. ‘

Simon could hardly get his spit out as he boot pressed down harder and harder but he knew he had to keep Phil happy.

‘Let me see now .’Phil barked ‘That’s better now get on and do the same to the other unless you want a fucking bruised lip.’

Simon licked and licked until he was pushed away.

‘Not a bad faggot are you. That’s it got a nice shine on them now.

So next I want you to take my  back pack into your bedroom and I will wait for you. So gimme me another beer while I wait here.’

Simon replied,

‘I have no more in the fridge but let me get you one for the utility room.’

‘Oh my the fucking utility room. Get you faggot. Well go on get and give me now.’

Simon returned with the opened beer and took the back pack.

Once in his bedroom he opened up and let the contents fall onto the bed. It was a complete skinhead gear like Phil’s. He wanted Simon to look like him to be his fellow skin and sub. Seeing all the gear spread out over the bed immediately had Simon’s cock reaching full length inside he jeans straining to get out. He decided not to look in the mirror until he had everything on. It took no time to strip all his clothes off by which time his throbbing cock was almost vertical the foreskin now pulled tightly back.

Apart from the Ranger boots which looked worn, all the clothes were new and obviously bought for Simon. He put on the tight bleachers inching them up his legs no longer the skinny legs of 3 years ago but know showing muscle from workouts which made pulling them up more difficult. The worst part was trying to press his throbbing cock down one leg which just bulged more and more inside a small stain of precum starting to seep through. Then the white socks and pulled them up as high as he could having noted how Phil wore them over the top of the rangers. The rangers had red laces and as it was the first time he had worn them it seemed to take ages to lace up.

‘Get a fucking move on boy’  he heard Phil shout.

Next the white Fred Perry which was a size too small and looked glues to his now bigger chest, his six pack showing through and the nipples he had been cultivating sticking out.

Finally the black A1 jacket and he was complete. Simon was trembling with excitement as he stood in front of the mirror to see his new identity.

Gone was the pretty college boy with wavy hair and student clothing. Gone was the bookish young man. Staring out from the mirror was a skinhead in full skin gear. His shaved head made him look rough, threatening and as Simon curled his lip he could see himself as an aggressor. His bulked up frame made him look tougher than Phil as he spread out his arms and placed them firmly on his hips. From the nearby drawer he pulled out his new toy, a stainless steel knuckleduster and fitted it to his hand. He stood with his legs apart and admired the way the bleachers clung to his muscular legs his bulging cock so rock hard and looking desperate to get out with the precum stain getting bigger by the minute. Shit was he horny.

All was quiet in the kitchen as Sion barged in.

Phil was slumped in the chair out cold

‘Just as I have planned for the last 3 years’ Simon grinned. ‘All I needed to do was show myself around town and I knew Phil would find out. Like a bloody bee to a honey pot. Now time to let him know who can be the boss, the Dom.’

Lifting Phil was no problem for Simon’s new physique as he flung Phil across the kitchen table. Taking the ropes that had been used on hime to be scalped he firmly tied Phils arms to two of the legs and then his legs to the other two. He was firmly under Simon;s control.

Time to bring you round mate and let the show begin. Using both hands Simon swiped Phil across the face several times the face showing red marks with the power of the slaps. Phil came to.

What the fuck is going on

What the fuck is going is that you are strapped to the table and aint going anywhere.

Untien me you fucking little faggot now

Looking at you now I aint any faggot. I call myself Si and at this moment you are totally under my control. You made me a skin and as you know skins take no prisoners. You are now my faggot.

Si lifted his right hand and brought it down sharply on Phils arse. 

Phil let out a shout of pain

‘Get your fucking hand off my arse’

‘Talking like that won’t do you any good in fact I think you deserve a couple of harder slaps.

Si hit again and again as Phil tried to wriggle, his screaming heightening.

‘Just let me go.’

‘Remember 3 years on the last day of school? You were so fucked off at me being the clever one that you said you were going to sort out my Virgin arse. Remember.’

As Si said this he brought his knucklduster hand round to Phils mouth. ‘Now I could really do you some harm  and perhaps I will because its time someone sorted out your Virgin arse. Bet you have never been fucked. You always said I had a good sized dick so now is the time to have it rammed all the way up that tight little arse of yours. And good that those bleachers of yours have a rear zip. Perhaps you have been hoping for a fuck.’

‘Don’t you even think of fucking me.’

‘I’m not thinking about it I am gonna fuck you good and proper and you will feel my balls being drained of all the spunk I have been saving up for you. My cock is rock hard and seeing those nice red cheeks of yours peeping out of the bleachers has made me fucking horny. I’ve done 3 years of martial arts and any attempt to push me around I can break your fucking neck so shut the fuck up.’

Si stood back and plunged his hand into his tight bleachers and wrestled to get his boner out. He could feel the precum still seeping out of the hole. He needed to make that precum full of spunk

Si walked round to the front of the table so Phil could see the fully erect cock.

‘Remember that dick of mine now.’

‘You fucking bastard’ Phil replied and spat out, Si collecting the spit and rubbing it onto his shaft.

‘That was a good idea. Now you can have your own spit up your arse.’

Si returned to the arse end of the table and put both hands on Phils cheeks.

‘Remember you told me to breathe as you started to sink that cock of yours in. Well I’m telling you to breathe carefully as I have a bigger dick and just make sure that hole of yours relaxes cause it will only be more painful for you. Maybe you have been dreaming of my cock all these 3 years.’

Si lined his prick to the juicy hole opening and started to slip the thick head into the hole.

‘Fucking hell I can’t take it, you are too big for my hole..’

‘Relax you faggot. You are going to take every last drop of my spunk.’

Si pushed his moist head into the waiting hole

‘Shiiiit its too big for me.’

‘You didn’t worry about it when you fucked my virgin arse did you. Stop being a little boy and act like a man a tough skinhead and take my hard knob all the way up that juicy arse of yours. I’ll pause for a minute for you to get your breath back, more than you did for me but get ready for the full shaft to slide up you.’

‘I cant’, I can’t.’

‘Yes you fucking can and will.’ 

With that Si slid his throbbing shaft in and in until it was the full way up, Phil scarcely able to breathe. Finally Phil could feel Si’s pubes up against his bum.

‘There you are its all the way up you. A nice virgin arse is no longer and its’ your little faggot that is going to fuck the life of you.’

Si stated to slowly slid the cock in and out almost taking it to when the head was on the edge then would thrust it in as hard as he could.

At first Phil squealed and then started to relax and as he did so Si put his hands around the front of Phil’s bleachers and felt his crotch.

‘For someone who reckons he is such a top and butch and never been fucked that knob of your’s is as hard as mine. So maybe you like being fucked after all maybe me dressed as a skin is making you nice and horny. Looking at you in your full skinhead gear with the arse zip open and me guiding my dick up in full gear is a fucking turn on for me. The more I am sliding in the more I can feel that arse of yours inside wetter and wetter. You are fucking loving this, admit it.’

‘Jesus its amazing.’

‘And its me who has taken your virginity. Think about that with your hard dick straining inside those bleachers. Now let’s get some spunk into you. Raise that arse of yours so I feel my cock going the full way in . take every inch of my fat dick and wait for me to explode insider you.’

Si gripped Phils arse cheeks even tighter and thrust his cock in and out with increasing rapidity.

‘Take all my spunk my little faggot.’

‘Christ fuck me let me have it .’Phil shouted.

I’m cummin let your skin sub show you he’s more of a man than you just now.’

And with that Si felt the spunk leave his balls and flow into his shaft and erupt up Phils arse.

‘Fucking hell take it all .’

‘Jesus,’ shouted Phil, ‘I’ve just cum in my bleachers what a fucking mess.’

Si withdrew his cock with cum starting to ooze out of Phils bum and drip onto the floor.. As he stood with his cock still stiff he undid the ropes tying Phil to the table.

Phil stood up and turned to Si, grabbing him and letting his tongue down Si’s mouth.

‘That was fucking amazing. To have my virgin arse fucked by you is the best. From the first time I had you give me a blow job behind the shed I wanted you and not just as my faggot as I kept telling you. I had to act that way but I wanted you so much and that fuck was the best ever. I hated you going away for 3 years and if you only knew the number of times I wanked myself thinking of that fuck.’

Si smiled. ‘I kept tabs on you all the time and knew you had become a skinhead. It was what I wanted most of all but I wanted you to be the one to make me like you. I had to have my revenge but I also have only wanted you since that first time.’

‘Christ’ Phil said ‘have we wasted 3 years?’

‘No we needed that time to get to where we are now. I’m back in town because of you and I will stay if you want that.’

Phil grabbed Si’s cock and said ‘Of course I fucking want that.’

Si replied ‘I suggest you get out of those spunk stained bleachers and get into the shower. I will be straight in behind you and we will see who does what to each other.’

‘I will be waiting’ Phil grinned.

[healmyhrt]

could you do Matt x reader smut where reader wears something showy to her friends birthday party and Matt gets like turned on and you can take over the rest!

⌗ crush, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt has had a crush on you for the longest, and you’ve had strong feelings toward him too. after a summer fling with him, things turn awkward, and you both have a feeling of relief thinking that you’ll never see each other again… until your best friends birthday party.

disclaimers!: flirting, heavy making out, thigh riding, alcohol consumption, cursing, and use of y/n

a/n: guys question, is it technically “aftercare” if u don’t fuck??? like if you just js did oral shi or something idk 😣 anywho enjoy babes

i slowly creep into the dark entry way, removing my jacket as quietly as possible. i feel a hand tap my shoulder and i grip the fingers, trying to recognize who it could be.

“y/n?” a voice whispers. it was nick.

i reach in and hug him, squeezing tightly. i can feel him smiling against me. “hey, how are you?” i whisper back.

“good, you?” he replies, holding my hand and leading me through the dark hallway. “eh, so-so. is she here yet?”

a few friends and i were throwing a surprise party for my best friend, mia, she’s turning 21.

“she’ll be here in a few, but come on, everyone’s in here.”

i enter the dining room, seeing a crowd of some familiar and unfamiliar faces, candles lit in front of them.

i scan the group, looking at everyone, when my eyes come to an abrupt stop. there he was, matthew.

his blue eyes glistened behind the candlelight, and he stared right through it, straight at me. fuck.

i tap nick as he swivels around, handing me a candle.

“what the hell is he doing here?” i question. nick looks over at matt, then back at me. “um, he knows mia?”

i roll my eyes. nicks face changes and he raises an eyebrow. “have you two still not talked since the summertime?” i shuffle in place, looking at the floor.

“no…”

nick groans. “jesus. just—sort things out tonight, okay? you two can not ruin this night for mia. got it?” he says.

i nod, and glance over at matt, who was still staring.

chris sprints into the dining room, and catching his breath before speaking. “guys, they’re here!”

we all become quiet as the front door creaks open. i look up at nick who’s looking at me, trying not to smile.

mia slowly enters the dining room, a white blindfold tied gently over her freshly curled hair. she begins to untie it, and nick looks at everyone, holding up three fingers.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“SURPRISE!” we all shout, seeing mia’s face. she immediately smiles, and holds her hands to her face.

“you guys!” she beams.

everyone rushes over, hugging her uncontrollably. i step back into the hallway, freeing myself from the crowd.

i sigh, looking over and seeing matt. he gives me a small smile, and i look the other way, turning toward the stairs.

it had been about 2 hours since we surprised mia, and now the entire house was packed. the small gathering had turned into a big party.

i had stayed holed up in mia’s room, drinking, as friends came and went, bringing me more and more.

now, i wasn’t drunk. they only brought me cans of sprite with a little bit of vodka in it. thats it.

and ive only had like 3 or 4 of them.

but i knew after a while id have to pee, and eventually leave mia’s room, placing myself back into the craziness that was downstairs.

i patt my hands dry on my favorite cardigan, shutting the bathroom door behind me. stepping down the steps into the chaos, i pass by multiple people making out on the steps.

i see mia at the bottom of the steps, and it gives me a sense of direction. she sees me and smiles immediately, running into my arms. “y/n!” she beams. i grin back.

“god, i feel like i haven’t seen you all night!” she grabs my forearm, dragging me into the living room. we stumble across a couple making out on the couch.

“can we sit here?” mia questions, with a smile.

they move over, and continue. “mia, im not sitting next to a horny ass couple.” i groan. she pulls me down next to her, and displays her legs across mine. “sooooo…”

i raise an eyebrow. “so, what?” she giggles, biting her bottom lip. “did you see him?” i cross my arms.

“you invited him? god—mia!” i scoff.

she laughs. “y/n, you two need to sort things out. tonight. okay? i can’t have two of my closest friends not being able to stay in the same room as one another.”

“you sound like nick.” i reply. she smirks. “well, yeah. it was our plan all along.” i playfully push her away with a little smile.

“look, please just talk to him.” she says, giving me a look.

i sit in silence fidgeting with my fingers. she places a hand on my fingers, and i look up at her. “okay.”

she claps enthusiastically, standing. “yay, y/n!”

i laugh. “im gonna go find myself another drink. want anything?” i shake my head. she blows me a kiss, and walks off, her dress swaying gracefully with each step.

i sigh, standing up. i look over at the couple next to me.

“you guys can—y’know—do your thing.” i gesture to the sofa. they give me a thumbs up, and immediately lay down, continuing. gross.

i make my way outside, onto the front porch.

i sit, flinching at the cold pavement against the back of my thighs. my skirt was very short, and i didn’t have any tights.

the door opens and shuts behind me, and i turn around to meet a very familiar face. “matthew.” i say. “y/n.”

he walks past me, and unlocks his car. i watch him stop, and turn around. “wanna—come with?” i give him a confused expression.

“we need more ice. im just gonna run to a gas station.”

i shrug, and stand, walking over to his car. matt opens the door for me, and i give him a small smile, stepping in.

after waiting in the car for a while, matt finally exits the gas station, carrying the last bag of ice. about time.

he gets in the car, wiping his now wet hands against his jeans. “took you long enough.” i tease. matt chuckles.

“i know, usually doesn’t take me that long to get my hands this wet.” he smirks. i shake my head, looking out the window, attempting to hold my laugh in.

“let’s just go.”

the drive back was silent. (minus the ice tumbling around in the backseat.) we caught almost every red light, and matt and i would just shift in our seats, trying not to make eye contact with one another.

as we pull in the driveway. i unbuckle my seatbelt, trying to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

“so, we aren’t gonna talk about it? at all?”

i knew it.

i turn around, and sigh. “fine. let’s talk, matt.” i say with a long stare. he clenches his jaw, and rests his hands on the steering wheel.

“we had sex. big deal.” i throw my hands up in the air dramatically. matt scoffs and looks at me, almost as if he was about to cry. “it was a big deal to me.” he stares.

i purse my lips together. “well, it doesn’t seem like it, seeing as you lack common communication skills.”

“i wanted to text you, or call you—just hear your voice at all after that night, but i was too afraid.” matt looks out the window beside him, and gently taps the steering wheel with his fingertips.

my face softens, and i slowly reach out to the place a hand on his. but before i even reach him, i pull away.

“why were you afraid, matt?” i question. i was genuinely curious to hear his answer, too. matt had gone full no contact with me after that night, all because he was afraid? it just didn’t make sense.

“because i like you.”

my eyes widened as the words left his mouth. i didn’t know what to say—how to even respond. it was insanity.

did i like matt? i mean, i guess.

no—sure—yes.

yes, i do like matt. i just get my feelings mixed up and lost in my mind. i mean, could we really work?

“y-you do?” i stutter out. matt turns around, and im left to drown in his eyes. he softly nods, and i form a smile.

i look down at my hands and begin to fidget with my rings, swallowing before i speak. “i like you too.”

i look up to see a smiling matt, and i grin back.

i sigh, looking out the window. “look at us, using the word ‘like’ to describe our feelings. what’re we, five?” i laugh, making him chuckle.

i turn back toward him, and matt immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i lean in, him caressing my cheeks.

matt swings an arm around my waist, fully pulling me onto his lap. i smile against his lips, reaching down and unbuckling his seatbelt beneath me.

matt bucks his hips up at the feeling of my fingers on him. i feel his bulge rub against my bare thigh, and he pulls away.

“s-sorry. is that weird?”

i shake my head. “not at all. it just shows that you really do like me.” i say with a smile, placing a hand on his jaw, and pulling him into me again.

matt takes off my cardigan, tossing it in the passengers seat. he places his hands on the seam of my miniskirt, and stops, pulling away. “can i?”

pushing my lips back onto his, i mumble “yes”, and matt pulls away again. i sigh irritably, and he gives me a look.

“use your words if you want this.”

i bite my bottom lip, matt’s eyes on them. i bite the inside of my cheek, and look out the window. matt places a soft hand on my jaw, turning me to look at him.

“hey, if you don’t want to do this, we can just head back inside. i’ll just be glad that we’re good again.” he smiles.

i nod, and he raises an eyebrow. “i want to do this.”

matt’s smile turns into a smirk, and he pulls my skirt up to my waist, places both hands on my ass. i smash my lips back onto his, smiling against him.

matt tightens the grip on my hips, leading them. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed bulge. matt pulls away, breathing heavily against the side of my face.

i continue, matt now kissing down my neck, struggling to contain himself. he’s practically digging his fingers into my skin, guiding my hips.

i pierce my lip with my teeth, trying to stop the moans that threatened to escape my mouth. “matt…”

“almost…” he pushes himself against me, making the sensation even more intense. my panties are probably a leaking mess on him as my eyes begin to water from the stimulation.

matt slows to a stop, and he catches his breath. i breathe heavily into his neck, my mascara smudging on his skin.

he pulls me off of him to take a look at my face.

“are you okay? was it too much?” he questions, genuine worry taking over his expression. i wipe the smudged mascara off of my face, smiling at him. “i’m okay, matt.”

he pulls me in, hugging me tightly. “i’m so glad we’re good now. i’ve missed you so much, y/n.” i grin widely.

i pull away, sniffling. we just stare at eachother, and i look down, my skirt still at my waist. “we should probably fix ourselves before we go back inside.” i say through a breathy chuckle.

“yeah.” matt replies. i climb off of his lap, pulling down my skirt in the passenger seat. matt looks down at his jeans, a wet spot on his crotch. i stifle my laughter, matt turning to look at me.

“i can’t go inside like this.” he says through a laugh.

“at least they’re dark wash denim.” i shrug, still laughing. he scoffs, and attempts to wipe it off.

“matt, it’s not going anywhere. it’ll be fine, it’s pretty dark inside anyway.” i reassure. he looks up at me, a small smile on his lips.

we climb out of the car, matt grabbing the slightly melted ice. “probably could’ve chosen a better time to do that.” he jokes.

we enter the foyer of the house, mia meeting us at the door. “soooo, are you two good now?” she asks eagerly.

i look at matt, and he gives me a smile.

“yeah, we’re good.”

[bad268]

heyy this is my first time requesting and I was wondering if you could do something with kimi antonelli where it was readers first day back in high school and it went really bad

first i didn't have breakfast so i could catch the bus but i missed the bus almost got hit by a car cause someone pushed me, then realised i didnt have my bus ticket so i had to run and buy one, somehow missed my stop and had to walk 2km to school, when i got there my friends were talking to the new girl and they had her sit at my desk and i had to sit with someone i had told them i did not like at all in the front row in front of the teacher then i even got my period stained my pants but some dude gave me a jacket, left school with a pounding headache on a bus which was so hot and packed and i almost fell out if the guy behind didn't grab me then when i got home i had to make my own pasta, when i reached for the parmigiano an ice cream bucket fell on my face and since i drank like 3L of water i keep having to go to the toilet so i cant even sleep in peace.

sorry if this is long or if you didnt understand something im italian btw so if you want to add conv in ita you could anyway pray for me cause i think this is a sign of a bad school year

Selfishly (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Student! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (I am so sorry that all happened. I hope this makes you feel better <3<3)

Warnings: Bad day, menstruating reader

POV: Second Person (You/your but menstruating reader)

W.C. 1483

Summary: The reader wants to drop out of school, but Kimi talks them out of it.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Is it bad that I want to drop out already? Is that an option?” That told Kimi all he needed to know about how your day went. It was the first day of your last year of school, and he wasn’t with you due to having to attend some meetings at the Mercedes factory before the car release. Kimi knew how big of a deal it was for you and didn’t want to miss it. However, when work calls, he had to answer it. Part of him believed that your bad day was a result of him not being there.

“I’m sorry, amore (love), but I don’t think you should drop out after one bad day,” He sighed as he watched you through the screen. You were lying in bed and had the phone propped up on his side of the bed. You had a cool pack on your head, and Kimi really wanted to question it, but he was sure the answer would come in due time. “What made it so bad?”

“What didn’t make it so bad?” You scoffed, turning your head to glare at Kimi through the camera. “First off, I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“But breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” Kimi said, trying to lift the mood.

“That’s what I’m saying, but I was going to miss the bus if I didn’t. Turns out I was going to miss the bus anyway because someone doesn’t know what a crosswalk is and hit me.”

“Wait, you got hit by a car?” Kimi interrupted, suddenly very concerned with your well-being.

“Yes, but that’s not my point,” You disregarded his concern, making a mental note to thank him for that later before jumping back into your rant. “Then, I get to the bus stop, and I don’t have my pass! I had to run and buy another one, and when I got back to the stop, the bus was gone!”

“Why can’t buses adopt mobile pay or something?” Kimi replied offhandedly.

“Right?!” You shouted in agreeance. “When I finally did get on the bus, which was so crowded, I started reading the class book, and completely missed my stop. There were so many people around me that I couldn’t get off for another four stops, and I had to walk almost two kilometers back to school!” 

“Two kilometers?” Kimi questioned before seeing you nod in response. “You could have called an Uber or something.”

“I could have, but I didn’t,” You sighed. “By the time I made it to school, my friends had befriended this new girl and gave her my seat! I had to sit with Penelope. You remember Penelope, right?”

“Yeah, Penelope, as in the two-faced backstabber who you’ve told your friends multiple times that you don’t like her, but for some reason, they still bring her along. That Penelope?” Kimi recalled the exact conversation you had about her last year when she tried to turn all of your friends against you based on something as trivial as a sweater you had.

“Yes, that Penelope!” You shouted in response but immediately changed your tone when your head started throbbing again. “Anyway, the only other seat open was beside her in the front row, and you know how much I hate the front row.”

“Too much attention, yeah, I’m sorry, amore,” Kimi sighed as you continued ranting.

“That’s not even the worst part! I stood up in front of the entire class and found out the hard way that I started my period! It was all over the back of my pants, Kimi!” You cried you felt embarrassment all over again, remembering how many of your peers laughed at you. You had a few tears in your eyes, but you swallowed them back, not wanting Kimi to be too worried about you. “Some random guy gave me his blazer, but I was still uncomfortable all day. I just wanted to come home, hide away under a mountain of blankets, eat some pasta and ice cream, and talk to you, but I couldn’t do that either!”

“You can always talk to me. I’ll always answer when you call me because you’re more important than some stupid PR training,” Kimi replied quickly. He wanted you to know your importance. Even if he was away for work, he needed you to know that he would drop everything for you.

“That’s not the part I couldn’t do,” You chuckled for the first time during the call. “I couldn’t go home early because bleeding through your pants and suffering at the hands of Mother Nature is not reason enough to go home. I couldn’t hide under a mountain of blankets because it was a billion degrees outside, and the heat from the bus made me super nauseous. I could not get comfortable under my blanket mountain. I couldn’t eat pasta because while I was making it, I tried to grab the cheese, and the ice cream bucket hit me in the face. I had to stop a bloody nose, and when I came back, my sauce was burnt.”

“I’m almost scared to ask, but what about the ice cream?” Kimi muttered as he looked at you sadly.

“It was empty!” You cried out again as you started crying. “It was empty from the last time we had ice cream, and I forgot to make more! Kimi, it’s just been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I still would really like to drop out because I can’t go back to that class. Not when I just embarrassed myself that badly in front of everyone.”

“I can see where you’re coming from,” Kimi comforted. He really wanted to give you a hug and to kiss your worries away, but alas, he was in a different country. He had to settle with comforting you from a distance until he could get back to Italy, which, by the looks of his schedule and upcoming flights, would be the following day. “You could look into online school and come travel with me. Online school would give you the flexibility to do it whenever, wherever you want, and you would never have to face those classmates again. Plus, maybe selfishly, I’d get to have you with me.”

“My social life would die, Kimi,” You groaned, but honestly, you were really contemplating it. 

“You can hang out with Ollie and the F2 guys,” Kimi countered, “I’ll introduce you to more people on the grid, but that’ll come with time. At least you already know Ollie, Dino, Gabriele, Seb, and Arvid, and they’ll all be there this season. Since you would be around more often, I could introduce you to more drivers. Then, you have their girlfriends you can hang out with. Your social life would not die.”

“You make a convincing case for yourself,” You smirked as you turned your head to look at the phone for the first time. “Is it because you, selfishly, want me to be in your garage.”

“Selfishly, yes,” Kimi chuckled as he smiled at you. “I would like you to be here for my first year in F1.”

“Well, then I, selfishly, would be okay with switching to online school,” You joked as you rolled over, disregarding the cool pack to the side. You smiled at the screen as you watched Kimi get distracted by something on his phone. You decided to tease him a little, “What are you looking at that’s not me?”

“Plane tickets,” Kimi replied simply, smiling to himself.

“Oh? Does that mean I’m seeing you sooner than next week?” You teased again as you moved closer to the phone, as if that would bring you closer to Kimi.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, and I’ll help you enroll in online school,” Kimi finalized as he sent you the flight details. “I still remember how to enroll, so I can help. Don’t forget your laptop.”

“Oh, I’m coming to you!” You gasped as you looked at the flight information.

“Well, of course! I want you here with me, and that gives you a reason not to go to school tomorrow,” Kimi laughed.

“You, selfishly, want me in England with you?” You pointed out with a smirk.

“Selfishly, yes,” Kimi chuckled as he smiled at you again. “You better start packing. You have less than 12 hours before your flight. And when you get here, I’ll take you out for ice cream and make you pasta.” “Kimi, I love you, but dropping this on me is so stressful,” You groaned but laughed towards the end as you sat up and looked around your room. There were clothes everywhere, and you needed to clean them up before packing, or else it would be a pain when you got back. “What do I even pack?”

“I’ll send you a list, but I need to go tell Toto I’ll need a rental for tomorrow.”

~~~~~

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

ooh could i request one where the reader drinks something which unknowingly causes her to de-age into a toddler. of course, everyone is taken aback by this and it startles toddler!reader, causing her to cry.

the IC all dote on the reader, trying to make them happy or go to sleep etc. and toddler!reader is equally clingy, loving the attention but scared by the situation. however, she is especially clingy to her mate (any of the batboys) who feels smug about this (or, in the alternative, she is especially clingy to everyone but her mate aw).

no smut please, only fluff (platonic when the reader is a toddler!) and maybe a sprinkle of angst :) ty <3

De-aging potion.

Inner circle x f!Reader (Mate; Azriel)

Warnings; swearing.

Masterlist.

I don’t really know why but I believe Azriel is the best choice as a mate in this. He is so quiet and dark, it definitely serves the purpose of the story. This was hard to write, I hope it's good!

Reader at first doesn't recognize them but I use their names because I don't want to make it confusing.

“Don’t touch this, girl” Amren snapped as you traced your fingertips over a jar.

“Sorry” you mumbled sheepishly.

You, Amren and Cassian were searching for a special herb that would help Feyre with pregnancy pains as the baby’s wings grew.

You were currently in a small cottage right outside of Velaris. The witch who agreed to help glanced at you and offered you a mischievous smile.

“Such a curious girl” she smirked.

You didn’t reply, her whole attitude made you feel uneasy, and you suddenly regretted not taking your mate Azriel with you.

“This one.” The witch said and gave Amren a jar. “Are you sure it will help?” the ancient one asked.

“Are you questioning my abilities dear?”

Cassian glanced at you worriedly, you both knew that the two creatures would turn this meeting into a battlefield if you didn’t step in now.

“I think we’re done here.” You cleared your throat. The tension made your mouth dry, and you winced as you swallowed.

“Here take this.” The witch smiled. She noticed your reluctance and sighed “It’s just water”.

You took the cup from her and gulped down the water before sending her a thankful look and following the others.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Cassian shuddered and opened his arms to pick both you and Amren up and fly away.

A wicked laugh rang, and the cottage turned into mist.

“What the fuck?” Cassian exclaimed.

“I-I don’t feel good” you stuttered and stumbled backwards.

“Y/n!” Amren gasped and moved closer.

You felt like your intestines were rearranging themselves and suddenly a bright light emerged from your skin. You landed on your butt and gaped at them.

“Mother’s tits!” Cassian exclaimed while Amren paled.

You flinched at the scream and burst into tears.

“Shut up idiot you’re scaring her! We must take her back to Velaris. Now!” Amren hissed. “Come here sweet girl, we will take you home” she said softly and opened her arms.

You sniffled and pushed yourself up, stumbling into her and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Cassian picked both of you up with a frown and shoot up making you yelp and giggle.

 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“We have a problem!” Cassian shouted as you landed on a balcony. Your eyes watered and Amren slapped the back of his head.

You walked into a big dining room where several people were sitting. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and confusion filled their features. Only a male narrowed his eyes and then paled.

“Who’s that sweet girl?” Feyre cooed. “Uhm.. yeah that’s the problem” Cassian scratched the back of his head.

“It’s y/n” Amren rolled her eyes.

Everyone gasped and stared at you with wide eyes making you gasp too and start crying. “Not again” Amren groaned.

“Az” you cried out not sure what that meant but your mind seemed to work on its own accord.

The male who had narrowed his eyes got up and approached you with a worried expression. You peeked from Amren’s neck and stretched your arms to him.

“I’ve got you angel” he said softly and engulfed you in his arms. His shadows shot up and started rubbing your back soothingly. You hummed and hid your face in his neck.

“What happened?” Rhysand asked.

“The witch offered her some water and then this happened.” Amren explained.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Azriel growled “I would make her reverse it!” “Why didn’t we think about that?” Cassian said sarcastically “Oh I know, because she fucking disappeared?”

“Don’t speak like that in front of a child” Feyre gasped.

“She’s not a child!” Cassian exclaimed.

“Please stop” you whispered and Azriel tensed.

“It’s okay angel” he murmured and kissed your head.

You couldn’t understand what was happening to you, it felt like you were trapped inside your mind, seeing everything that was happening but unable to react. You wanted to scream “I’m here!” but your body and brain worked on their own, leaving you helpless.

“I will ask the priestesses to search every book. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it.” Rhysand spoke and got up. The noise making you peek at him. He noticed your curious eyes and grinned. “Hi sweetie” he cooed, and you giggled stretching your arms at him.  Azriel growled but let you cling to Rhys not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

Rhysand bounced you on his hip making you giggle. “I’m practicing for our baby” he told Feyre and she smiled.

“Let’s go to the library” he said and started walking away. You noticed a few shadows trailing after you and you made grabby hands at them.

The action made Azriel smile and puff his chest making everyone groan and roll their eyes. When you lost them from your sight you glanced at Rhys and your bottom lip trembled.

“What is it sweetie?” he asked.

“Az” you mumbled, and a few tears escaped. The shadows darted away.

“You want Az?”

You nodded and in a blink Azriel appeared at the end of the hall, marching towards you.

“Come here babygirl” he cooed and grabbed you.

You returned in the dining room.

“What are we going to do about this?” Nesta sighed.

“I guess we keep her happy and safe until we find a solution.” Azriel said and took a seat placing you on his lap. “Honey… even though I love that you are clinging to me, it’s kinda weird to have you on my lap.” He cringed and gave you to Nesta.

Cassian turned to him in confusion “Why?”

Azriel rolled his eyes “She is my mate, sitting on my thighs feels wrong now.”

“Oh yeah” The warlord nodded.

“You’re so cute” Nesta cooed and grabbed your hands making you clap and giggle.

“What do toddlers eat?” Feyre asked.

“I have no idea” Nesta shrugged.

“Probably soft food” Elain joined the conversation and smiled sweetly when you looked at her. “I’ll make her something.” She got up and left.

You squirmed in Nesta’s hold and she frowned “I think she is getting bored guys.”

Cassian’s eyes filled with amusement “I think Uncle Cass has the solution” he boomed.

“You’re not her uncle” Azriel groaned.

Cassian shushed him and picked you up.

“Hey sweet girl wanna fly?” he asked you and you nodded eagerly.

The gentle giant raised you above his head in a lying position and ran around the table, throwing you up and catching you again every now and then. You kept laughing and screaming and kicking your feet.

“Food’s ready!” Elain chirped and entered the room with a plate filled with vegetables and small pieces of chicken.

She took a seat and Cassian placed you on her lap with a kiss on your head.

“Open your mouth sweetheart” she cooed and brought the fork on your lips. You shook your head and hid your face on her shoulder.

“What if I tell you a story while you eat?” she offered making you peek at her. “You like the idea?”. You nodded and she smiled.

“Okay there once was a girl named y/n….”

Everyone gaped at her as you started eating.

“I think we found something” Rhys entered the room with a book in hand.

You couldn’t hear what they said, your body was completely mesmerized by Elain and her story.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“What did you find” Azriel asked.

“She probably gave her this potion, I can’t find anything else that would cause this to happen except some spells” Rhys replied.

“No it wasn’t a spell” Amren spoke.

The shadowsinger looked at her helplessly “are you sure?”

“Yes boy I know how spells work.” She snorted.

“If it's indeed this potion, then it will pass tomorrow morning. She'll most likely wake up as her grown self.” Rhys explained and Azriel sighed in relief.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“Azzie” you screeched, interrupting their conversation and making him smile.

“Yes angel?” “Love you” you gave him a toothy grin and he blushed.

“Aww look at him getting all shy because of a baby” Cassian cooed, and one shadow smacked his head “Ouch”.

“Okay time to sleep little one” Rhysand said and Azriel picked you up.

“No” you shouted.

“You have to sleep sweetie and tomorrow you will be a big girl” Your mate said excitedly.

“No!” you cried out and started squirming in his arms. “Y/n!” he yelled, and you gaped at him. “I said its time to sleep.”

Your eyes watered and his face softened.

“Come on angel” he pleaded.

“Nesta” you cried out and pushed him away trying to get to her.

“I’m here sweetheart” she replied and took you from him.

Azriel frowned and stared at you. “Mean” you told Nesta and pointed at him. “I know” she nodded “Let’s go cuddle”.

You waved goodbye to everyone and Nesta carried you in her room.

She lied next to you, and you rested your head on her chest, her heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

At some point during the night, you saw the witch staring at you in your dream.

“That’s what curious girls get. Next time think before you touch my jars.”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You woke up with a groan, feeling like your head was going to explode.

“Good morning” Nesta chuckled, and you gasped.

“I’m in your bed” you said and glanced around.

“Yup” she smiled.

“Please tell me that everything was a dream” you whined.

“Nope”

“Cauldron” you breathed.

The door opened and everyone walked inside.

“She’s back” Cassian shouted, and everyone laughed.

You slowly got up and walked to your mate, hugging him and pressing your cheek on his chest.

“I thought I was mean” he teased you and you hummed.

“You’ll never stop teasing me huh?”

“Nope” everyone exclaimed simultaneously making you groan.

[dovesdreaming]

loser!hazel callahan x popular!fem!reader with childhood friends to lovers trope!!

Playground friendships

I loved this idea and I hope I did it justice! This is my biggest fic so far at 1.4k words! Thank you for your request <3

Warnings: talk of blood, nothing else

You and Hazel first met on the playground when a boy decided to impress his friends by shoving Hazel down to the ground. You spotted this from across the playground and could still see the boys laughing in a group near by.

You rushed over to her and crouched down to check if she was ok. She shyly nodded her head and you caught a glimpse of tears building in her eyes as she ducked her head in embarrassment. Anger rushed through your little body and you stomped your way over to the boys tapping the one that pushed Hazel on the shoulder. He turned around still wearing a massive grin. You shouted at him until he got the message that he shouldn’t pick on people, his smile slowly disappeared and turned into a slightly guilty look.

You went back to Hazel who was still on the ground with her head ducked but you could hear sniffling. “Thank you” Hazel said quietly. You smiled and replied “it’s no problem I’ve been waiting to shout at them boys for something”. You took Hazel to the nurses office and since then you stood by each others side with you always ready to defend Hazel. Since that day you first came to hazels rescue she only felt her crush for you grow. She had come out her shell a lot and you would spend every minute you could together even having sleepovers several times a week. You were best of friends and felt nothing could tear you apart from each other as you shared all your secrets with one another. You even shared your first kiss together just so that you both had experience. You didn’t know it at the time but this increased hazels crush on you to the point where she questioned everything and every action you made towards her from there onwards, always looking for a sign you liked her back.

You were close until highschool happened and you wanted to join the cheer squad because it seemed fun. Hazel disagreed and thought it just made you another popular kid who would bully people like her. You got into big arguments over even trying out for the squad which resulted in both of you giving each other the silent treatment. However it went on so long to the point where months had passed and you weren’t friends anymore. You would pass in hallways and wouldn’t even spare a glance to one another. you both had seemingly moved on as you had a new group of friends (the cheerleaders) and Hazel had found two people who you knew as pj and josie. From an outside perspective you both were coping but it was a complete front as you both unknowingly missed each other so much and no friendship could replace what you had.

The saying distance makes the heart grows fonder was true in this case as the time apart allowed both of you space and time to think even if you both missed each others presence. During this time hazels feelings that she tried to keep at bay broke her as she felt as thought her heart was shattered for the loss of her friend and someone she loved in silence who she wouldn’t ever be able to confess to now. She wished she could change how she acted, if she had a Time Machine she would go back and change everything. You however, had a revelation during this time. You realised that the feelings you had towards your best friend all these years were much more than platonic, you were in love with your now ex best friend. You both were saddened by a loss, if only you knew how the other felt and confessed to each other, instead you both were stuck thinking the other hated them, never wanting to talk to them again.

A few years had passed since then and you and Hazel still hadn’t spoken to each other even if you both longed to. You had a few boyfriends during this time which unbeknownst to you made hazels longing for you increase and you took her stares of jealousy as stares of hate. You and Hazel now acted civil around each other at least which meant if your eyes ever happened to meet in the hallways or in the cafeteria you gave each other a small smile and nod of acknowledgement. You both missed each other and longed for each others presence.

When pj, josie and Hazel set up fight club you had debated going but decided against it, not wanting to create an awkward atmosphere. This was until your friends Isabel and Brittany had been invited and they begged you to come with them. You reluctantly agreed. When you walked in and found that you were late you hid yourself further behind your friends and kept your eyes trained to the ground hoping to pass through the session without being chosen for anything. However luck was not on your side at all as pj selected the second round of fighters for today, her eyes scanned the group and landed on you who was staring at your shoes. She immediately chose you and you looked like a deer caught in headlights, you slowly made your way towards the makeshift ring waiting for pj to select your opponent. You could only pray that she didn’t choose Hazel. Pj once again scanned the crowd and picked Hazel. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your palms immediately clammed up. This could not be happening. You couldn’t fight Hazel especially with all the unsolved tension in the air between you. Hazel stopped a few feet away In front of you and got in a stance ready to fight. You finally looked at her and this wasn’t one of those hallway glances, you properly looked at her for the first time in years and took in just how much she had changed. You felt your heart crack more if it was possible. You were in a daydream and didn’t hear pj blow the whistle to signal you to start and Hazel threw a punch expecting you to move since you were looking straight at her. She instead hit your nose square on and the gym echoed with the sound of her fist connecting with your nose.

Hazel gasped and stood in shock as you crouched to the floor and held your nose. From where she was standing she could also see your eyes brim with tears and she was the cause, she felt horrible. Your hands were covered in blood and everyone stood still in shock around you for a second before Hazel flew into action crouching down in front of you and asking you if you were ok just like you had done for her when you first met except Hazel had no one but herself to shout at for the injuries caused. You looked up at her and saw her nervously rambling on about how sorry she was. You tried to smile at her but it came out as more of a grimace.

Pj quickly moved you out are the area so that she could get more people to fight. Hazel had grabbed your bent elbow and dragged you to the locker rooms. Everything was silent as she collected tissues and dampened a few of them. She slowly pulled your hands away from your nose and dabbed at the blood still falling from it. You wrung your hands in your lap as your mind raced with anything that you could say to her. You both blurted the same words out at the same time “I’m sorry”. After a small silence you both broke out in laughter. “I missed this and us” you said sincerely looking into her eyes. “I do too and I mean it I am sorry I should have never pushed you away like that because you wanted to pursue a dream of yours. I was a horrible person and now I’ve hurt you even more. I-“ you shut Hazel up with a kiss and quickly pulled back as you realised what you had done. She softly put her hand on the side of your cheek and pulled you back in. You don’t know how much time passed before you both pulled away and rested your foreheads on each other, breathing quite heavily. “I know we have a lot to talk about but you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to properly do that for” Hazel smiled at you. You laughed and shook your head and pecked her lips with her trying to follow yours as you pulled away.

Thank you for reading! requests are still open

[charlessainzz]

Ellooo

I saw your recs were opennnnn

So i uave a request for cluless non-fan reader who attends a race for whatever reason and doesnt know anyone

Driver falls in love with them at first meet/sight

Like idk he saw them being all cute or something from afar or they bump into eachother or reader has to follow a friend whose a huge fan so they kinda look like a lost puppy following their friend around and driver finds them intriguing

Idk u can come up with that bit

But yeah basically clueless reader and driver

Idk which driver

Maybe max or lewis or oscar or even danny

But u can choose anyone ig

I just wanted some fluff cause why not

Thank u sm✨

I love ur writing🫶

thank you for the request!!! appreciate the love, and hope this is what you were looking for :)

Lost and Found

Could it have been any more of a cliche?

Here you were at the Miami Grand Prix lost and wandering around. And where do you find yourself? In the McLaren garage. How? You had no idea. You always seemed to get yourself into the predicaments.

Truth be told, you weren’t very interested in Formula 1. But your friends had an extra ticket so why not get a little tipsy and watch some race cars?

You had been walking with your friends when you decided to make a quick pit stop at the bathrooms. They said they’d wait for you but spoiler alert they didn’t. So here you were looking around the paddock for 3 blondes in Miami, you’d probably never find them!

Thinking you see one of your friends you begin shouting out to her as she entires the building wrapped in papaya orange. As you walk further into the building you can hear the machines and shouting men. That’s when you see the car. It wouldn’t hurt to get closer look. It’d give you something to brag about!

“Can I help you?”, a soft voice said behind you.

You whip your whole body around, “Oh! I got a little lost and was just admiring the car…” you say as your eyes meet his big brown ones. Your face going instantly red, you divert your eyes hoping he won’t see how flustered you are.

“It’s a nice car right?”, he says with a laugh. “We added some updates that’ll hopefully take us to RedBulls level but we’ll see”, he rambles.

You nod aggressively and say, “Never seen anything like it, very shiny!”. As you begin reaching out touch the tail end.

“Wait! No!”, he shouts and pulls you into him. “Unless you want hundreds of dollars worth of fines, I would not do that,” he says with a worried look. That’s when you realize you’re both caught up in each others arms.

Clearing your throat, you take a step back. “You seem to be very knowledgeable about all this stuff…” you say as you look around the garage.

He looks at you and begins to laugh, “you could say I’m somewhat of an expert”.

“I had a feeling. So are you a mechanic or pit crew?” you ask with sincerity.

His eyes light up at your question. Just as he’s about to answer another person calls out to him, “Oscar! Time to get in the car!”.

He begins to zip up his race suit. “You should hang around for the race and see why I’m such an expert in this stuff”, he says as he brushes his hands through his hair.

You look around the garage and find the guy who saved you from a million fines face plastered all over the walls. Oscar Piastri. Oh shit, he’s one of the drivers.

“What happens if I continue to hang around even after the race?” you ask with a smirk.

“Well then I might just have to take out to celebrate my win”, he slyly replies.

You cock your head as you eye him up and down. “Hmm…. sounds like a plan” you reply. “Don’t take too long then, I might get lost again.”

He starts laughing as he tugs his helmet on. “I’ll be back in no time”, he says with a wink and closes his visor.

Maybe your friends ditching you wasn’t so bad after all. A date with a Formula 1 driver, definitely something to brag about.

[pebblethestone]

One Wrong Action ⁴

Vox x reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - The day of the meeting with Vox could this fix your friendship or make it worse then it is already?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Words - 1391

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

A/n - so of bit I would say the the reader sort of have moodswings it's just the way I've written it I guess there emotions changed very fast

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Hearing a knock at your door, letting out a grunt as you lift your cosy blanket and get up not bothering to fix how you looked, heading over to the door to see no one, but looking down you see Niffy.

“oh hello there, Niffy what brings you here today,” you say leaning down to pick Niffy up as she stares at you with her big eye, you have always adorned Niffy, she might seem a little crazy but that's what you love about her.

“Well, I have made breakfast for you, to thank you for that food you made for us,” she says as you pause for a few seconds, oh no..

“well isn't that just a treat for me? I'll be down in a minute hon” you say putting her down as you watch her skip away. Closing the door of your room. grabbing your clothes from your closet and putting them on.

Clicking your fingers together you appear at the bar, Husk letting out a hiss with some curses at your sudden appearance.

“Y/N! You really need to stop doing that!” you hear him angry say as he carries on with whatever he's doing, your lips curl up into a smile.

“Well, that's no way to treat a friend Husky,” you say as he gives you an annoyed look.

“Yeah, Yeah,” he says grumpy as he continues cleaning a glass on the bar table.

“Well, I'll see you later,” you say as you take off to the table so you can have the breakfast that Niffy had made for you. Upon entering the room you see Niffy standing proudly with the plate in her hands as you take a look at it. It looks like the best dish she has ever made

“Oh my Niffy this, looks delicious. If I say so” you say as she lifts it up for you to put on the table, doing so you take a seat lifting her onto a chair. As she watches you take a fork and knife and start to dig into the food. Taking a bit your eyes light up.

“oh Niffy this is gorgeous,” you say watching as she moves over to you giving you a grand hug.

“am glad you enjoy it” she says her voice filled with joy.

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After eating the food you headed out of the hotel to head to the meeting that you had with Vox.

You didn't like getting in cars much and you might as well use some of your power to Teleport there. Stopping in the middle of the street you take out your phone and Turn it on.

Y/n

Am heading over to your place for our meeting I'll be there in a minute

You say as you wait for a reply. Hearing shouting and screaming around the streets of hell. The second time today you click your fingers. Appearing in front of the VoxTek building. Glaring down at your photo to see if he has replied.

Stupid TV Head 📺

Yes, I do see that you are outside. Didn't expect you to turn up so late very unlike you.

Glaring at the phone, putting it away into your pocket. Pushing the doors open walking passed the main desk to he'd to the stairs you didn't really trust the elevators.

After walking up all the steps you barge into the meeting room to see Vox already sitting there with a smug face as a frown finds its way onto your face.

“well isn't it our time to have our little chit-chat for this year” he says as you glare at him taking the seat far away from him. Taking a quick glare around the room which is filled with technology.

“it seems it is, I guess we should get to business then?” you say as your papers appear in front of you as you shuffle through them finding the one you want. Pushing the paper towards him. As he picks it up his face Turns into a frown

“This is uh quite a big setback don't you think?” he questions you. You simply shake your head at him

“I think it's a perfect idea, we won't need to meet up every year and you won't need to broadcast my Reastronts on TV, now that Alastor is back,” you say suggesting.

“but the TV will bring more sinners? Not everyone listens to that stupid radio” he says glitching out a little as you sit there with your knees crossed.

“well yes that's true, and we can still talk about ideas for the future of our contract,” you say picking up another piece of paper with another idea. His eyes scanned it.

“This idea seems much better” he says putting the paper down

“And it will be boosting my company as well as yours so we both befit here,” he says taking a last glare at the paper.

“Yes, that's true but.. I would like it if we kept my restaurants more of a 1930s theme if that's possible,” you say knowing that he never writes anything down and never makes ideas, I think he only wants meetings to see you. Watching as he pulls out a folder holding paper, your eyes widen a little

“Well, I do have some ideas myself,” he says taking a piece of paper out of the folder. And moving through the technology to be next to you handing you the piece of paper. Taking a read over it frowning a little.

“This means that we meet every month not every year is that a mistake? But you've also agreed to keep my Restaurant of the theme I want for the except of two of them that would be 1950s themed but with more technology. And it says I can't broadcast it though Alastor” you say out loud thinking about it. Vix sitting next to you legs on the table a smirk clearly displayed on his face.

“Well, maybe we could use this one but make some changes?” you suggest.

“fine by me, doll,” he says as you pin your ears back at the word doll.

“Okay, then how about I broadcast it through Alastor, and we can have 3 Restaurants of your theme? And how about meeting every 5 months?” you say to him as he gives you a look.

“Well, I didn't expect this to go so well, but how about meeting up every 3 months?” he says. Your eyes twitch

“fine then, I guess we have a deal then?” you say holding out your hand everything Turns black and white and your eyes turn black. When he shakes your hand blue sparks appear. After you both let go everything goes back to normal.

“how about a dinner? For this? Can you give me a chance?” he says as you roll your eyes, you still have a soft spot for him and you hate that you still do. Think that the hotel had gotten into your head.

“fine then, tomorrow at 8?” you say as his smile widens and he looks a little surprised that you would agree.

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Once you got back to the hotel the first thing you see the Alastor, as soon as you opened the door.

“So, where have you been? You had us all quite worried” you hear him say, walking passed him to dump yourself onto the couch.

“just some overlord shit,” you say as he glares at you with the use of your words.

“My, my it seems that you in an awful foul mood since I got back,” he says your eyes meeting his.

“I just want to know why you abandoned us, seven years ago, you're different. I think you did something you shouldn't have done.“ You say as you hear the sound of static pick up around you. His smile widens as his shadows move around the both of you.

“I wouldn't want to cause a fight to happ-” Alastor says before being cut off by Charlie's happy voice.

“Y/N! There you are we thought you were just going to leave the hotel,” she says.

“of course, I wouldn't, after all, you need a cook. And I think my brother wouldn't be happy with me gone” you say with a smile to her. Seeing Alastor glare at you flashing him a little smirk.

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Part 5

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[miss-bushido]

Apple of my eye

Written for @steddie-spooktober Day 3- Apples

Rating: G

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For months, Eddie had been trying to find the perfect gift for Steve for his birthday. Everything felt overdone, or obvious, or something he would have gotten himself at the mall. Eddie wanted this gift to be something special. Something he would never have thought to get for himself.

What do you get for the guy who has everything?

Eddie was trudging down Main Street, ready for another day of striking out when something caught his eye. There in a shop window was an apron. Not just any apron: it had a pattern of red apples all over it.

The apron itself was nice on its own- a light brown, reminiscent of a paper bag- but the apples were able to pop in color contrast. Best of all? On the front of one of the pockets, there was stitching that said You’re the apple of my eye in fancy lettering.

Really, what was Eddie supposed to do?

Two days later, he made his way over to Steve’s for his birthday party. All the kids were going to be there. Robin, of course. Nancy and Jonathan and Argyle. All of Steve’s friends. And honestly? All of Eddie’s friends now, too.

They ate too mich pizza, watched movies too loudly. When the cake came out, made special by Steve himself, Mike and Dustin immediately got into a shouting match over trying to call dibs on one of the corner pieces.

Eddie and Robin gave them both their best disappointed parent looks, and that seemed to go far with wrangling them. At least until they found something else to argue about.

“Okay!” Nancy shouted, clapping her hands. “It’s time for presents!” Steve was ushered into the living room and sat down on the middle of the couch. His cheeks were a little flushed from all the attention, but he was smiling the whole time.

Eddie took this opportunity to sit down right next to him, eyes roving over each present as it was handed to and opened by Steve. The kids had pooled their resources and had gotten him the new album by The Smiths; Nancy got him a new pair of sunglasses; Robin gave him a pen and journal set; Argyle gave him a six pack of his favorite beer; and Jonathan gave him a picture frame set with 6 different photos in it of Steve with different people in them. “I thought it might be nice for you to have all of your friends there,” he said quietly, unsure how much to say and if he should say anything more.

“Thanks, Jon,” Steve said, a big grin on his face. “This is so sweet. I love everything.”

“Where’s yours, Eddie?” Dustin asked.

“It’s behind the couch!” Robin exclaimed before Eddie had a chance to say or do anything. She lifted up the large bag and groaned. “Jeez, what do you have in here? An anvil?”

“Open it and see,” Eddie said, adding, “though I am happy you think I’m strong enough to lift something so heavy.”

“You’re stronger than you look,” Steve quipped before he reached in and pulled out a basket of apples. “Oh cool! Thanks, man.”

A few of the others gave him quizzical looks. “I’ve been talking about baking some more this year, and I wanted to start with something with apples as the main ingredient.” He reached into the bag and pulled out the apron. Steve’s eyes took in the pattern, and then the words stitched on the pocket, his smile turning dreamy.

“D’you like it?” Eddie asked, hope in his voice. Steve didn’t respond, but he did turn and pull Eddie in for a kiss.

“It’s perfect, baby,” Steve replied, cupping Eddie’s cheek with his hand.

Behind him, Robin cleared her throat, and Steve snapped back to the present. Everyone was staring at them with a mixture of confusion and astonishment. Dustin in particular looked like he’d swallowed a bowling ball at seeing his two older best friends kiss one another. The shock of this news was keeping him quiet for now, but they both knew the questions would be extensive once he came back to himself.

“What? A man can’t kiss his boyfriend on his birthday?” Steve exclaimed.

“Hell yeah, brocachos!” Argyle yelled. “Get it, Eddie.”

Eddie flushed, but managed to laugh. So did a few of the others.

“What does the apron say?” Will asked, his voice quiet as usual.

Steve held it up with his free hand and read out, “‘You’re the apple of my eye’.” He turned to look at Eddie and kissed him again, on the cheek this time.

“I never knew both of you were such saps,” Max piped up.

“I guess it’s meant to be,” Steve replied. He stood up and put the apron on, hands on his hips. “It’s official, I’m never taking this off.” He couldn’t help but toss a quick wink to Eddie, who blushed even harder. He was glad he’d picked a good present. And if Steve seriously meant he wouldn’t take it off? Well, that was something worth exploring, wasn’t it?

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello! I hope you are doing okay :)

I am not sure if requests are open, but if it is;

Can I please request Stronger Reader x Gojo, where the reader is almost perfect with everything (beauty etc) and comes from another universe? It would be funny if they were annoyed with each other at first, but then slowly became friends and then maybe Gojo having one side crush xD?

Close win for your great idea, so there you go! Please let me know what you think as I'm not 100% satisfied with how it turned out...Enjoy <3

Golden girl

Pairing: Gojo x stronger!fem! reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo really hates everything about you, especially the fact that you are stronger than him. Is it even possible to get along with you, let alone like you?

Warnings: Language, Gojo is pretty mean from time to time, kinda enemies to lovers, but no real fluff

He fucking hated it with every fiber of his heart. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you looked, the way you smiled, the way your powers are so enormous. Why on earth do you have to be so fucking perfect in everything you’re doing? You came into his life like a meteorite, crushing his confidence in an instant with your outstanding abilities, charm and beauty. Like a supernova, you emerged everything that he stood for and just made it…better.

“This is way too funny”, Yuji gasps while clinging onto Nobara’s sobbing shoulder for dear life.

“I’m telling you it’s true!”, you demand, your very own voice shaking in laughter.

Even Megumi can’t hold back a little laughter for any longer. Gojo’s eyes darken as he crosses his arms over his chest. You have some fucking nerve, coming in here “from another continent” like you said, almost surpassing him in everything he’s been doing for years. Fuck, he is the strongest, he has always been the strongest. Who do you think you are to steal his life away from him?

“Actually not, no”, he grumbles under his breath, eyes darted towards your perfect falling hair.

“What’s up with that face, Gojo? Did you not sleep well?”, you questions, gaze of innocence piercing through him.

His blood begins to boil in an instant, he sees nothing but red. The way your big round eyes seem to stare right through him with a slight hint of tease glittering in them makes him want to shoot a bit of hollow purple your way.

“Since you’re here, I’m actually feeling bad all the time, golden girl”, he remarks sharply.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. You have nothing against Gojo Satoru. In fact, you really do admire him, his abilities and personality. However, it seems like he isn’t so keen about meeting you. You’ve been here for a while now and his behavior towards you is as terrible as always.

“Evil tongues could say that you are…jealous of me, Gojo-bear”, you reply with damped voice.

“Jealous of you!?”, he breathes out.

His fast and enormous steps close the distant between your bodies in an instant, his hateful gaze hollowing above you like a fatal shadow.

“Time to get going guys”, Megumi murmurs.

“I am the strongest, remember that brat”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You were the best, Gojo. Now I’m here. So get out of the sun for me, will you?”, you bite back, very own words dripping in venom.

If he’s treating you like shit, you’ll definitely do the same. You’re way too fucking tired to let him do this to you.

“We will see”, he spits at you.

With one last hateful glance in your direction, he turns around and simply walks away.

Wow, what an asshole. __________________________________________________________

“Would you mind getting out of the way so I’m able to do my job?”, you snap at no other than Gojo Satoru.

“You can’t do this alone, (y/n)”, he shouts over the deafening noises of battle.

Bullshit. You’re slaying curse by curse so effortlessly that it hurts his eyes. He hates to admit it, but you make it look so damn easy – too easy for his liking.

“I’m doing perfectly fine Gojo. Are you worried about me?”, you tease him while demolishing a curse with the blunt force of your little finger.

“Worried about you, that I don’t laugh. I give zero shits about you”, he screams into your direction without hesitation.

“It’s actually mutual, asshole!”

“Why are they so mean to each other? I have never seen Gojo-sensei leash out like that, but when it comes to (y/n) he seems like a different person”, Nobara comments, eyes hypnotized by your moves.

“I think it bothers him that she’s stronger than him. I mean, being told you’re the strongest your whole life just for a random woman to show up and steal your spotlight sound pretty rough to be honest”, Yuji guesses.

“Why the hell do you have to be so damn mean? I did nothing to deserve your hate towards me, what is your fucking problem?”, you yell at him, body trembling in pure rage while still fighting off curses.

“Everything about you is disgusting, that is my problem!”

His words hit you like a wall. How on earth did it come this far? What did you do to make him this upset? Jujutsu High is your refuge in a world that failed to understand you for so long, you thought you finally made it. But this? This…is not fair. In fact, you are too good to keep up with this bullshit.

“Listen up Satoru.”

Gojo’s heart skips a beat when you call him by his first name. You’ve never done this, always calling him by his last name or stupid nicknames. He was never Satoru to you except for now, when your voice is dripping in venom and your dangerous eyes are darted towards him in a way he has never seen before.

“What the hell is your problem, huh? I’ve never done something to deserve the way you treat me like shit. I came here because I thought I’ll finally find people that understand me, who accept me the way I am. It’s not my fault that I’m stronger than you, you hear? Instead of making me feel like shit, you should think about training in order to become better than me, don’t you think? Being the strongest also means being able to admit your weaknesses. It pains me that you reject me so vehemently.”

For him, time stands still. Your glistening eyes show nothing but sorrow, his very own reflection staring down at him in guilt. Fuck, why do your words cut through him like a knife? Why does it have to be so true? Is there a reasonable explanation behind the way he acts towards you? He can’t put a finger on it. Damn, all of this just because you broke his ego so violently? He shakes his head, gaze drifting away from your intense stare.

“Whatever. Seems like you don’t need me here anyway. I’m leaving.”

You can’t help but sign heavy as you watch him leave in the matter of a split second. Why does it have to be so damn hard to like him? Everything would be so much easier if the two of you would just get along.

You clench your hands into fists, gaze hardening. It’s not your fault though. You tried and tried to get to him, to show him that you are better off as a team, that there is absolutely no reason to fight. This is ridiculous. And you’ll do hell to beg him on your knees to fucking like you.

“Let’s get this over with and go home”, you shout towards your students.

Fuck Satoru Gojo for now. After all, you’re still having a job to do. ___________________________________________________________

“Efficient as always”, Shoko comments while stitching up a small wound on Megumi’s forehead.

“Don’t flatter me, that’s my job”, you quickly reply.

“Seems like you’ve got hurt yourself.”

You desperately fight against the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of his damp voice behind Shoko. What the hell is he doing here?

“Yeah? I didn’t even notice”, you remark dryly, gaze fixed on his shamelessly attractive face.

Why does he have to be such a decent looking man, especially when you know that deep down, he has a good heart?

He crosses the room in just a few steps and stretches out his index finger.

“Right here”, he mutters, touch brushing against your forehead tenderly.

“Oh, he’s right. Just a little scratch though”, Shoko confirms casual.

You can’t help but hold your breath. This is the first time since the two of you met that he didn’t insult you after one normal sentence. Even his face isn’t twisted in disgust. On the contrary, his features are gently outlined. It almost looks as if he…cares.

“Thanks for noticing. One of the attacks probably hit me slightly when I wasn’t paying full attention.”

“So you too are fallible, huh golden girl?”, he teases you mildly.

“As we all, Satoru”, you reply with a sly grin.

You can’t explain why it suddenly feels so different, nothing happened between your last fight and now. But something definitely changed. You can tell by the way he wears himself and the unusual softness that radiates from his voice that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hate you as intensely as he did anymore. And this observation fills your chest with nothing but warmth.

“Hey um…Would you mind…Training with me?”, he stutters.

Your ears must play tricks on you. Did he really ask you that? Are you dreaming? The Satoru Gojo is standing in front of you and talks to you very nicely. And now, to top it all off, he even asks you about a training session? What the hell has gotten into him?

“I mean…Sure thing we can. I already asked you about that for over a year…”

He shifts his weight while avoiding your gaze, a slight brush creeping up his cheeks. Satoru Gojo is embarrassed. This is too good to be true.

“Meet me at 4. See ya.”

And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves the room as fast as he came while you stare at the door without moving an inch. Somebody has to pinch you. What changed? How did he go from “I fucking hate you more than anything in the entire universe” to “I might consider to spend time with you”? You shake your head out of your trance. Doesn’t matter why or how. What matters is that this might be the chance to finally get along with him after months of spitting venom at each other. You really still dislike him, the thought of his annoying voice alone makes your body shiver in annoyance, but someone has to be the bigger person.

And that person is you. ____________________________________________________________

“You’re late”, you comment while stretching your back.

“Good things take time”, he replies with a cheeky grin.

He takes off his blindfold and you can’t help but take in the gorgeous sight of his striking orbs. You don’t see them often, to be exact you only catch a glimpse of them when he fights. To a neutral eye, Satoru must be the man of every woman’s dream: handsome, well educated, mischievous and flirty. But to you, he is nothing but irritating. Even though you can’t deny the fact that he looks good as hell.

“Enjoying the view (y/n)?”

You let out a disregarding snort before you are able to stop yourself.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gojo. I’m not one of your girls and I’ll never be.”

“I wouldn’t want you as one of my girls anyway, you’re way too feisty.”

Something inside you snaps at the sound of his stupid comment, facial expression dropping to the floor. He has some nerves, talking to you like that when he’s supposed to train with you in a few minutes.

“I will wipe the floor with your ass.”

A swift motion is enough to knock him off his feet. Good, that’s exactly where he belongs.

“You know that was pretty unfair, right?”, he mumbles and rubs his butt.

“Life is never fair I guess.”

“Trust me, I know that better than you.”

You can see the way his expression drops after throwing his words at you. The first thing you feel is…sorrow. It must have been hard for him to give up his place as the strongest to the hands of a random stranger. You came into his life so fast that he didn’t even have time to get to know you.

“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, Satoru. I just want to let you know that I never hated you.”

He stops in his tracks, fist only inches away from your face with his eyes widen in visible irritation.

“Satoru, I…I don’t want you to hate me. I see the way you treat all the others and it makes me kind of jealous…”, you confess.

“You’re a pain in the ass, (y/n)”, he replies dryly.

Silence hangs between the two of you, your eyes are glued to the concrete underneath. How stupid it was to think that something might change after over a year of him hating and avoiding you. You tried over and over to win his heart, to show him that you are a lovable person, but it seems like none of this matters.

“But maybe giving this a chance won’t hurt.”

Your eyes lock with his bright blue orbs, a grin creeping up his face. He never smiled like this at you before, your heart begins to flutter uncontrollably in your chest. Does this mean…?

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Woah, easy there. I’m only here because I want to learn from you. Nothing else”, he responses along with shaking his head vehemently.

You can’t help but gift him with a wide grin. That’s more than enough.

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“(y/n)’s coming”, Megumi mumbles between two bites.

“What? Do I look good? Does my hair sit right?”, Satoru frantically hisses while pulling at his uniform.

His heart beats out of his chest. Over the past months, he got to know you better, to catch a glimpse of your heart. Turns out you aren’t only shamelessly gorgeous, smart and powerful, but a wonderful person in general. All the negative feelings he had towards you turned into something completely different.

“And you say you don’t have a crush on (y/n), huh? That I don’t laugh.”

“Hi Megumi and Satoru! How are you doing?”, you greet them both with a welcoming smile.

“I’m fine, but Gojo-sensei has something very important to tell you.”

Satoru’s head darts towards Megumi, hands clenched into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is this about? He doesn’t have anything to tell you. Expect…That little shithead.

“Oh really?”, you question, your gaze now fixed on Gojo.

“Oh, y’know…It’s not that important anyway and you just returned from a difficult mission. I might as well just get going”, he responses and is already on the way to turn around when you grab his hand and force him to face you.

“Satoru”, you warn him.

“Just tell me what you want to tell me.”

“I was wondering if you…Want to grab something to eat with me”, he presses out.

Silence. Satoru swears he can hear his own heart hammering against his ribcage, not daring to look up at you. Did he really say that? Did he really ask such a stupid question?

“So, like a date?”

“Oh hell no, absolutely not!”, he cries out.

“Huh, too bad. Would have said yes in that chase. But if you don’t want to, I will leave now and get ready for the next lecture. See you around, Satoru.”

“W-wait, (y/n)! I didn’t mean it like that!”, Gojo calls after you.

“Wow, first you go from hating to crushing over her and now you’re even too dumb to talk to her. I thought someone like you is good in talking to girls all the time”, Megumi comments.

“Just wait until you fall in love, Megumi!”