#I FELL ASLEEP WHILE WRITING LMAOOO

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Day 1. Date Night

Takaaki fixed his shirt and checked for anything wrong with it. He was nervous. These were just his nerves getting the best of him. He hadn't been on a date in…so long. He just hoped he didn't disappoint Taichi tonight. He promised to pick up the programmer soon, so he should definitely start heading out.

"Alright, Taka, be careful and always keep the door locked. Okay?" Takaaki said to his son. "Of course, Father. You look nice, have fun." Kiyotaka gave him a grin before continuing to read. "Thanks. I love you, Taka." Takaaki said before leaving the house and locking the door.

He got in his car and drove to Taichi's apartment. He knocked on the apartment door and patiently waited. He really hope he wasn't underdressed for the occasion. He heard the door open and saw Taichi standing there. His hair was brushed and his had on a nice dress shirt. "Hi, Aki!" Taichi greeted happily. His cheeks were flushed red.

"Hey, you ready?" Takaaki asked, just making sure he really was. "Yeah, let me just put on my shoes really quick…" Taichi said as he slipped on his usual brown shoes. The two headed to Takaaki's car after Taichi said farewell to Chihiro. "So, dinner?" Takaaki asked.

"Sure. Unless you wanna have a walk in the park?" Taichi asked. "Dinner is nice, haven't eaten in a while." Takaaki said. Taichi nodded and put on his seatbelt.

The restaurant wasn't so packed and they were able to be seated quickly. So it was all good. Taichi and Takaaki just sat there awkwardly. "So…uhm. How's Chihiro?" Takaaki asked. "He's good. Taka?"

"Great." Takaaki responded.

It was silent. "Aki, you know, I missed you. All those years spent apart, I wasn't sure what to do." Taichi admitted. "I really missed our talks." Taichi said with a sad smile. "I did, too." Takaaki admitted as well. Their fingers intertwined on the table. There was their love. They adored each other, admiring the other lovingly. Takaaki loved Taichi's shyness, but his courage was something great.

Taichi admired how Takaaki, despite all he's gone through, keeps going. And he doesn't give up so easily. But he always noticed how much of a flaw that was at times.

The two chatted about random topics, Takaaki was very much fascinated by how Taichi talked about programming. No, he didn't enjoy it himself. But he didn't mind listening to Taichi. He loved how Taichi's face lit up when he spoke about it. "That's great, Chi." Takaaki said, lightly giving Taichi's hand a squeeze.

Taichi moved in his seat to get closer to Takaaki, kissing him. "What was that for?" Takaaki asked, chuckling. "Don't know. I just…you looked really nice right now." Taichi bashfully said. "I love you so much." Takaaki said without thinking.

Taichi smiled, "Me, too."

"This date has been kinda shitty. Sorry." Takaaki apologized, sighing. "It's okay. I love the idea of spending time with you." Taichi said.

Really?

Takaaki was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

Time passed and the two paid the check and headed back to Taichi's apartment. There, they said farewell for the night. Takaaki let go of Taichi's arm and Taichi just held onto his hand. "Goodnight, Aki. I had a nice night. Just us." Taichi said, sighing and hiding his face in Takaaki's chest. "I'm glad, Taichi." Takaaki lifted Taichi's head to look at him.

Takaaki brought his lips to Taichi's, kissing him sweetly. "Goodnight." Takaaki said before leaving. "G-Goodnight!" Taichi said back, waving.

《~~~~~》

I was bored and I'm sobsleeoyyyy

[rorichuu]

(never done this before so i apologize if its shite)

would it be possible for like tf2 medic or tf2 engie having a really scout-level stupid gender neutral s/o

one who wouldnt be paying attention to how asleep their foot it and ending up spraining it and then acting like ot was the floors fault

or whod do a backflip off stairs for gum off the ceiling and half a penny

and them like crawling back to their intelligent boyfriend like they just ran head first into an electric fence

(sorry if this was done before lmao)

relationships for dummies — engineer/medic x gn!reader

pairing: engineer/medic x gn!reader (separate)

authors note: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE LMAOOO this was a remarkable ask thank you so much for sending this in anon - hope you like it :D

disclaimer: none!

MEDIC:

no one knows how you two got together

like nobody knows

some theorize but no one has gotten a definitive answer

but the real reason was that he just loved how absolutely unhinged you were

like you had NO fear to do the things you did

he. fucking. LOVED THAT.

studies you like you're a creature in a jar

medic isn't so much of a worrier, not like engie is

if you're hurt, he can patch you back up like it's no biggie 🙄🙄

and highkey just as chaotic as you are

so you guys are partners in MANY crimes

but he also finds it very humorous whenever you do pretty stupid stuff

if you sprained your ankle because your foot fell asleep, he'd sigh tbh

it's happened so many times

and he told you how to prevent that

so many times

but he's obviously more than willing to help you; he's your crutch when you need him

if y'all are on the battlefield, he's more than likely to be by your side throughout the entire fight

even more than heavy

most of the time, he's just trying to refrain from your usage of the respawn machine with the amount of times you've tripped or tried to perform some kinda stunt

used uber on you once

it was

interesting

obviously he was more than willing to use uber on you

he was so damn curious on how'd you boost and what you'd do

and the thrill of it all?? drunk off of it

he loves you very much

supporter in all of your idiocy!!!

ENGINEER:

i'll be honest

finds it more entertaining than anything

although, he sometimes... worries?

he remembers the time where you tried to slap a sticker on the ceiling and ended up tripping on the ladder scout was (so poorly supporting) and ended up face first with the floor...

medic helped retrieve your lost tooth

engineer kept asking if you were okay that day LMAOOO

but yeah, the dude worries for you sometimes - you can't just go around doing stunts without some fear of hurting yourself!

kind of a helicopter mom of some sorts

but when he isn't worrying about you, and you're doing harmless shit, he finds it HUMOROUS ASF

like when you decided to sit on your foot for too long and tried to walk and just fell

he was laughing and slapping his knee

the old man he is

he DID try and help you up but you fell over again and I swear to god you put the man into cardiac arrest

tries his very best to warn you or help you prevent idiotic acts like these

but he definitely isn't overbearing

he's more of a watch from afar with a beer in hand while he gives you a thumbs up while you nearly drown in a pool with your floaties

he's that kinda guy

and I stand by it

. . .

one time you successfully tried to jump an electric fence (with demo, heavy, and scout as witnesses)

and hey!!! you did it!!! ........on the 7th time!

you and scout are besties I don't make the rules

you guys literally feast off each other's energies

but anyway

you went running towards your boyfriend, calling his name as you stumbled into his workroom.

"Hey, honey bee! What's going- ... on?"

he tried.

he tried so hard not to laugh.

but your frizzy hair and disheveled clothes was too much not to marvel

"What'd you do this time?" He laughed as he was quick to smooth over your crazed hair.

loves you so much

his little firecracker

.

.

.

[depressopax]

Agent cooper smut pleaseeee. Why is it so hard to find he’s so yummy?!?!

THIS!!! I need more Dale smuts (and fluffs, headcanons, WHATEVER) in my life rn 😭 Thanks for the request! Enjoy lmaooo <3

Favors - Dale Cooper x gn!reader

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut Warning(s): Handjob and oral (reader giving), cuss words, dom/sub dynamic, slight orgasm denial, sub!Dale + dom!reader, begging. Reader is gender neutral! Words: 1.4K Summary: You help your boyfriend Special agent Dale Cooper relax after a rough day at work. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link

“Hmm? Dale, it’s like 12am… What’s up?” You mumble, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you stand by the open door next to your boyfriend Dale, who’s still dressed in a suit. His brown hair is slicked back, and he looks energetic and like he just finished work. Oh fuck sake…

“Don’t tell me you’ve worked until now!”

“Well…”

He smiles sheepishly and shrugs, stepping into your house before the cold air enters the house. Even though he looks energetic as always, his brown eyes look tired. He even has dark circles under them. You sigh and start feeling worried for him. He looks at you up and down, and with a hint of a smirk, he says: “Nice pajamas, cutie.”

You look down at yourself, realizing that you’re only dressed in the night wear you recently put on.

“I was just about to go to sleep, jerk!” He laughs and pulls you into a hug. “You should try that.” You mumble.

“Yea… But I always end up having crazy dreams.”

“Weirdo.”

“You love it.” You pull away from him and smile. “I’m sorry for just showing up out of the blue.”

You shrug. You did plan for him to come over tonight, but not at midnight. You can’t really be mad, you’ve missed him. So instead you take his warm hand, leading him to the couch. The tv is still on, after you fell asleep watching a show. Dale sinks into the couch with a happy sigh. He looks very exhausted now. You shut off the tv, making the room dark except the dimmed light from the wall lamp. 

“Seriously… Why the hell did you work until now?”

“This case I’m working on… It’s…” He sighs and shakes his head clearly frustrated with work. He hasn’t told you the details for this particular case, just that it’s a tricky one, and very misleading. “...It’s difficult. I feel like I’m getting nowhere…”

You listen to his rant, but slowly get distracted by his suit. It’s no secret he looks good in his black blazer, that hugs his muscles in the right places, as does his black pants. Your fingertips dance over his shirt, up and down, down and up… 

“I uhm…” Dale clears his throat and calls your name. “What are you…”

“Take off your blazer.”

His eyes widen, and you feel smug when your boyfriend's cheeks glow red. He doesn’t even question it, but simply sits up and tosses the blazer away. He turns to you with a coy smile. 

“Happy?”

You reply by kissing him while your hand moves further up, finding the knot to his black tie. He doesn’t even try to control the kiss and simply lets your tongue invade his mouth. His breathing gets heavier as you pull the tie off, letting it join his blazer. You move your hand down his stomach again, unbuttoning the white shirt in the process. He squirms a bit, and you can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited. You work on the last button, pulling away from the kiss and teasingly bites his bottom lip. Dale whispers your name and his body feels warm from anticipation. As your hand moves to his belt, you figure out why he squirmed so much earlier. You let out a low chuckle and lay your palm over the bulge in his black pants, that suddenly seems too tight for him. He moans softly and looks at you, shaking his head.

“You’re killing me.” 

His voice is raspy and low. 

“Tell me what you want, Dale.”

“You know what I want….” He murmurs, needingly lifting his hips so your hand once again touches his boner. But you wont give in, not yet.

“I want you to say it.” 

“Fuck… Please… I’m…” 

“You’re…?” 

“I-I…”

He suddenly seems shy, and you almost feel mean for smiling at his red face and the stutter. Dale is not directly prude, but when it comes to talking dirty or telling you what he wants in bed, he seems to lose the ability to speak.

“Talk to me, pretty boy.”

“I… I want you to touch me...” You smile at him proudly, but not yet satisfied. “Please… I need your touch. I need it…” His voice breaks slightly and he groans. His pleading really works, because now your own arousal grows. 

He’s so desperate and needy, just the way you like him.

You quickly unbuckle his belt and work the zipper. With trembling hands, Dale helps you pull the pants down. He is sitting down, looking so vulnerable wearing only his gray boxers. The wet fabric reveals he’s already leaking for you. You take the opportunity, and raise a brow.

“I haven’t even started touching you yet, and you’re already about to cum?”

Gulping nervously, the special agent looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“No… It’s uhm…”

Before he can finish the sentence, you kneel before him. You spread his legs apart and push him back into the cushions of your couch. You free his cock from the boxers, which joins the pile of clothes. His cock stands proud and is leaking pre-cum. 

Dale lets out - what you suppose is a nervous chuckle. 

Without wasting another second, you move your hand over his length, using spit as lubrication to slide your hand up and down with ease. You start with slow, teasing strokes that cause your boyfriend to gasp. Your focus is not longer on his face, all you can think of are the sweet moans and pleads he lets out. It only encourages you to continue, and soon you stroke him at a quick pace. He moves his hips, jerking himself off against your soft palm. You continue moving your hand, but let your boyfriend control the tempo now. You can’t help but watch his sweet face. He clenches his jaw, and you feel hypnotized staring at that sharp jawline you love. His eyes are closed and his mouth is half open, as he continues fucking himself into your hand, moving his erection in and out repeatedly. After a bit, you remove your hand. Dale sits up again, still panting heavily with pearls of sweat on his forehead.

“Please don’t stop…” 

“Don’t worry, I won't.”

Because how could you stop now, when he’s so desperate and submissive? 

He has earned a reward for being so patient with your teasing. When you lean down to kiss his leaking tip, he totally loses it. He lets out a whimper and grips the cushions on the couch. His whole body is trembling from pleasure as you lick his shaft, leaving kisses on his cock. He is whimpering and moaning your name while you work wonders on him with those lips. When you proceed to take him in your throat, he cries out.

“I’m gonna…”

“Not yet.” You warn with a raspy voice, pulling away from his throbbing member just to say those two words. He nods, and you wipe a couple of tears from his eyes before going down again. The sounds of Dale’s moans, and the sloppy noises from you, echoes through the living room. You both enjoy the moment, but mostly of all you enjoy watching Dale relax and being taken care of, after all that stress from work. You pull away from his cock and signal him that he can release. He calls out your name as he shoots out thick ropes of cum over himself, and your hand. 

He is still panting for air seven minutes later - but does his best to hide it - after you helped him clean up and brought him to bed. His face is still slightly red and a bit embarrassed as he smiles at you. 

“You really know how to take my stress away.”

“Of course, babe…”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Dale. I like making you feel good.”

He cuddles up next to you, but soon the two of you end up making out again. 

“Hey… What if I return the favor?”

He has a mischievous grin on his lips now and you can already picture how swollen and wet they’re gonna look once he returns the favor. You smirk at him.

“How can I say no to that?”

“You can’t…” Dale mumbles and kisses his way down. He is gentle and passionate with his kisses. “Fuck, I love you.” he murmurs before sliding his slick fingers into your underwear. You moan and look down at him as he gets between your legs, once again looking energetic.

“I love you too, Dale.”

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Nikurashii Kare

Title: Nikurashii Kare (憎らしい彼)

Author/Artist: Nagira Yuu

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/07/23

Cast:

Ono Yuuki x Saitou Souma

Morikawa Toshiyuki

Matsumoto Takuya

Matsui Akiha

Maeda Hiroki

Tonozaki Yuusuke

Horie Shun

Sahara Io

Miyama Mari

Kumagai Mirei

Yamane Masashi

Tamano Shouyo

Miki Shinichiro lmaooo so random

Synopsis: Second installment of the series.

Review Proper

My brain too smooth for this. Don't get me wrong—it's good, but I don't have the patience to sit through three CDs of this. 😂 I fell asleep 5 times. A new record!

It would've been better if Hira just stopped talking to me in formal Japanese 'cause it makes my brain crash. He says a lot of deep things when he can't even grasp the shallowest of concepts. I also have a love-hate relationship with Hira's train of thought 'cause how can he jump to all these conclusions but never the right ones? He's still absolutely sad in the head, but idk, I'm here for it lmaooo.

The same goes with Kiyoi. Like boi, you're the only one with half of a functioning brain here, so idk, use it?

Kiyoi: "I don't wanna be with you anymore."

Hira: *leaves

Kiyoi:

Like in the first BLCD, I still can't figure out if I should feel concerned for him or Hira. I mean, if someone I knew had this relationship, I would personally ask both of them to leave each other and see a shrink. 😂 I dare say that their relationship would be the most normal one there is if Kiyoi wasn't such a tsundere and if Hira was just less of a weirdo.

How are we bringing your parents into this already when you have a wack-ass relationship???

But hey, nothing like a good kidnappin' and one mc almost dyin' to solve communication issues, right?

The things you do, Nagira Yuu.

As usual, the voice work is phenomenal. Saitou Souma won as best voice actor for Kiyoi at the chilchil 2023 awards while Ono Yuuki placed 2nd for Hira. There's just something special about Saitou Souma and Ono Yuuki in Utsukushii Kare. Their chemistry is good and so natural! It's like they bring out the best in each other. I especially love hearing Ono Yuuki come undone under Saitou Souma's Kiyoi but immediately get his revenge in disc 3.

I'm already nominating this as Souma's best match up in 2021. Sorry, Makonyan. Let's see if someone else rises to the challenge.

As for the accuracy...

So I've actually tried listening to this back in 2022. Yes, I'm writing this review in 2024, and this is the very CD that caused my burn out lmaooo. From what I read from the trial, it doesn't start the same as the novel, so I was confused. I didn't take the liberty of buying the whole novel, so I'm not sure if they really do have the same content. They do have the same name, though. Idk. Again, Hira speaks in formal/old Japanese, so the struggle made me put this off. 😅 And it just snowballed from there 'cause I'm loyal to my log. I don't keep up with the manga either, but I think the third volume is still at Utsukushii Kare and not Nikurashii Kare.

Long story short, I can't say if it's accurate to the source material, and I won't be able to recommend read-alongs for both Utsukushii Kare and Nikurashii Kare.

The two installments are equally interesting. Both are jam-packed with nicely paced content. I feel more comfortable with Nikurashii Kare, though, 'cause Hira made me uncomfortable in Utsukushii Kare, while it was Shitara who made me uncomfortable in Nikurashii Kare lmaooo. I loved Hira's little character development here, and I wish I could say the same for Kiyoi.😂The comedy and action were also good, and Moririn's presence made it 100 times better. It might not make my 2021 faves, but it's definitely one of the best-produced ones—it won best BLCD at chilchil 2023 for a reason.

Let's pray to god I survive the third installment. 🤞

[bnpd]

this is gonna sound insane, but i had a dream about my tumblr followers, so last night i fell asleep writing a stardew valley gojo fic, and i had a dream we were on a bus and i was telling you guys the plan while i was driving the bus and you guys were sitting there LMAOOO, but my driving was super bad and we were like flying

[adorawritesalot]

Because of my friend, i have found your account so you are also stuck with me (also the fact you still like hamilton too AAAAhHH-)

Anyways, Alex and Tim with an s/o that's so, painfully tall? Like above 6'5 and loves carrying their boyfriend around, is also sleep deprived and runs on red bull mixed with black coffee if it's fine ajdhajaq

awwww LMAOOO hiii!! love that!! hope u meant headcannons, as i will be doing those (idk if these can even be called headcannons tho) :) if u want me to do a oneshot or anything, hmu! hope u enjoy:) (btw i could never leave the hamilton phase HAHAH)

Alex:

Bro would love you just carrying him around.

I feel like he wouldn't even try to deny it, especially pre-operator Alex.

Let's be honest, the first thing he noticed about you was your height- it was hard not to notice it, after all.

And then you looked at him and he just about melted.

The first time you carried him was when he was working until late at night, trying to write the script to Marble Hornets. He started at 2pm, now it was nearing 11pm, and you were worried about him. Normally you would be the one not sleeping, considering the amount of redbull and black coffee you consume (which worries him quite a lot), but now he was working overtime and you didn't like being alone in your shared bed.

You walked in the kitchen, seeing him at the dining table. He hasn't noticed you yet, he is too busy figuring out if Brian's lines sound forced or not.

You then wrapped your arms under his torso and knees and carried him bridal style to your bed. He goes on and on about how he has to finish his work, but you successfuly silence him with a kiss.

,,You know, you should carry me more often."

To get back to your addiction to rebulls and black coffee, he is concerned. The first few times you've slept in the same bed, he thought you fell asleep after him. Wrong. You were up all night.

Tim:

I feel like he would act like he doesn't care about you carrying him around, but he loves it. (mommy issues)

As Alex, he noticed your height before anything else. Then he became your friend and got to know you. He was sold.

The first time you carried him was when he was having a bad day. Little memory loss over the day, seeing things that weren't there.

Let's just say he was awaiting the end of his shift very impatiently. He just wanted to get home, have a shower, and lie down with you.

When he walked through the front door and saw you making your way towards him, all smiley and nice in his shirt, he collapsed into your arms. You were confused, but let him let it out while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

When he kind of calmed down, you took him, carried him all the way to the bathroom, and ran him a warm bubble bath. When you turned around to ask him if he wants the bubblegum or vanilla bubbles, you saw his slightly stunned face.

,,What's wrong?"

He doesn't want to tell you that the carrying made his heart flutter. Finally he could count on someone other than himself, and it felt great.

,,I just appreciate you a lot, darlin'."

The rest of the night was spent with laughter and cuddles.

Of course, he also tried to get you to stop drinking redbull so much, or even the coffee. He just wants you to sleep normally. He can't sometimes either, but it's because of something a bit different than the redbull+black coffee combo.

He was unsuccessful in trying to get you to leave the redbulls.

He is very bothered by the way you just drink a redbull in two minutes and finish a mug of black coffee five minutes later.

He might start hiding them. What could go wrong?

[moonjxsung]

hiiii baby! i started writing this message and my phone randomly turned off so maybe you got it, or maybe not so imma write again. i hope your bedrotting was lovely today.

that anecdote from your ex (ew him) on thanksgiving is sooo jisungcore (hot!!!) you should consider adapting a similar scenario for perf!jisung fic! (if it doesn’t bring up too much trauma ofc).

getting friend-dumped by her was so bad for my mental health and confidence too. like i still have literal nightmares about her. and the lack of closure i had. ultimately, i try not to take it too personally bc we were a trio and she dumped my other friend too. but i feel like we were closer too and she just ghosted me.

i hate men who take advantage of you through your interests too, i’m sorry that happened to your sis :((

i fell asleep before ateez performed :((( but i was able to watch it before it got taken down! and omgggg it was so amazing, even better than the first week. the camerawork was heaps better too. i love them so much and i can’t wait for their comeback!!! when you go see them imma need some pics as well!! i really need to save up for their tour😭😭 (i watched it and proceeded to obsessively watch ateez vids for like 5 hours as i bedrotted). and the automatic mix played jongho & segungmin’s kingdom love poem performance with eunkwang and my bf came into the room and watched it and he was like “segungmin & jongho are my favorite vocal line ever” (he loves seungmin but isn’t too fond of ateez yet, he takes a while to warm up to groups) and now says jongho is his baby.

(also hyunsung dance reel🔥🔥🔥)

anyways ily bb🫶🏻 i hope you have a great rest of your weekend, muaaaaaah!

-🐈‍⬛

HIIIIIIIII BABYYYYYYYY HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEEEN 🫶🫶🫶🫶💖💓💘 my bedrotting was lovely all of the weekend (I accidentally woke up at 6pm on Sunday and had no fucking concept of time ldmdkkskskdkdk) but I DID finally get around to cleaning my apartment so I feel somewhat accomplished 🫶

PLEASE my ex was so scummy but he was THE biggest perv when we were together and also simultaneously such loser energy which lowkey gives off Hanji core in its fullest 😭😭 one time he sent me a video jerking off after a week of not doing it and he finished so much that he got it in his EYE and it was pink for like a week 😭 he told his brothers it was something random and I don’t know if they even believed him LMAOOO is that not SO Hanji w his eye patch 😭

I’m so sorry about ur stupid friend who dumped you :( friends dumping you are literally impossible to get over. Especially when they just ghost you!! I hope you’ve found much better friends since then and you have all the relationships you actually do deserve 🫶

PLEEAASKDKEKDKFKF ATEEZ WAS FUCKING INSAENEEEEEMDNS they somehow outdid themselves for weekend 2 which I didn’t think was possible 😭 your boyfriend is SO real for the Jongho nickname LMAO he really is everyone’s baby 😔🫶 and Seungmin/Jongho vocal line!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!! 2 best vocalists in 4th gen I will die on this hill 🧍‍♀️

ALSO HYUNSUNG DANCE REEL it’s something about Jisung in hoodies that drives me MAD. I need him.

Here’s pc of the weekend I took just for u RAHHH Seonghwa my beloved ☹️🫶 I love you baby have the bestttt week!!!!! 💖💘💓❣️

[thebellearchives]

help i fell asleep while writing a req lmaooo

anyways i’m going back to sleep bye

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

I legit fell asleep for a few minutes while writing, then woke back up, and started right back at it again lmaooo

[rq-slashers]

lemme know if the asks are getting too much i just prefer them over commenting idk why it just feels cooler

i like to imagine i’m an old victorian man writing a letter with a feathered pen and sending it to you via carrier pigeon LMAOOO i also don’t know if tumblr has a comment text limit but even if it doesn’t it just feels better writing longer stuff in asks over in comments

uh uh something something weird sleeping places somOH YEAH we almost fell asleep on the hood of a car once. we were stargazing and got a lil eepy 😔

-🫀

NO UR OKAY !!!!!! if we take a while to respond it's either the brain is not braining or we had to go for a sec lol we appreciate every single one of ur asks :] <3

CARRIER PIGEON LMAO imagine we're sitting next to a large victorian window waiting for the pigeon to arrive. i also don't know if tumblr has a comment limit but yeah asks feel better.

awwww stargazing <3 <3 don't have any weird sleeping places stories but we do have sleepwalking/talking stories lol

[eviltiddyproductions]

Crash Course in Romance : Episode 5

He finally gets to eat !!!

no no no he’s frozen near the site! it wasn’t you chiyeol.

need him to see a therapist and open up so bad 😭🙏

damn keeping appearances is truly a disease. she’s lying about her elder son’s life but also like they don’t talk to him at all ?????

wow sunjae and sua’s mom are teaming up to be the worst duo on the show 😍

lmao love our girl down, she was training her brother not to accidentally spill about the tutoring thing and here she is casually chatting with her bestie and goes ‘our Mr. Choi’ and her bestie clocked it immediately

why did I just google the cast and our girl is 50!?! 50 !!! she’s looks so young 💀 skin care on the next level wow. I really was talking about her as if she was my age 😭🙏 let me put some respect on her name

oh the guy was in Hospital Playlist damn maybe I’ll check that out next

he’s just like me. passed out after one jog 😭😭😭

both the secret keepers Chiyeol and Haengseon are the only ones who keep spilling it out lmaooo

I know he’s being efficient but I hope him printing these out in his office don’t get him caught later on 💀

nooo Sunjae 😭 baby got her something but the eager ice hockey student is here 🤣

Ice hockey student is exactly as bad at maths as I was. I adore him

police officers and courts bringing the same terrible energy everywhere in every show slay 😍

the little brother celebrating because the house is clean 😭

i would actually die if someone saw me write a test in front of them

my girl is kinda boundary less 😭 but I adore her regardless

he’s so 💀 eating his dinner as he reads reviews of his work lmaooo

no no no little brother 2 people have died already in this show on the road, please don’t look at your phone while walking

what did I say about printing on the office printer 😭💀

they’re such bad liars they’re going to get caught so soon 😍🤣

nooo my heart :(

does someone working there not recognise a regular customer over a stalker 😭 but fine ig, my heart

she’s maintaining boundaries and this scene is cute as heck but I’m worried about the brother. would it kill it to not have someone constantly in a tumble in the show 😭

he’s overhearing and lurking again 🤣😭

yes offer her a ride!

their second trip to a police station

what is that guy’s problem lmao you’re the one who got violent with Jae Woo first. you got tackled fine but at least don’t roll your eyes when someone is explaining a situation you clearly failed to read 😭

that boyfriend is such a loser I’ll fight him rn

why must my sister pay for everything

the waffle maker kinda gets it

everybody’s after chiyeol’s neck and life is after haengseon’s like woah calm down

oh I teared up seeing the handcuff marks on his wrist just like her 😭 #myfamily

my man fell asleep after 2 shots? he’s literally me

the shock with which he got up, the sass with which he got out of the bathroom lmaooo

the way her bestie and her assistant are just there looking at them as my man dramatically falls with the belt in his hand. 💀

this is cinema !!!!

[sw1mmingfoolz]

✨ seventeen's reaction when : you fall asleep on their shoulder ✨

requested? Y/N - 'svt/vocal unit (writing for 13 ppl is A LOT so whichever one you feel more comfortable with!) reaction to you sleeping on their shoulder <3 p.s. i'm just abt to catch up on the golden years smau ^^ you're doing such a good job, i'm so invested in the story hehe' -@h6ngs

content warnings: like one swear i think? probably more crack than it should be lol

a/n: you can tell how long this took me cuz hyyh was ongoing 🤪 thank you sm for your kind words! and for the request, it was a lot of fun to write. it might be more horrible humour than fluff, but regardless i hope you're happy with it :) have the loveliest day! as always feedback is very appreciated hehe, everyone's tags recently are super sweet and ily all very much. remember to drink some water and have a wee stretch 💞💞

seungcheol

almost screams when he feels your head slump against his shoulder because he finds you so ridiculously cute. ends up letting out a lil squeak and waking you up again but shushes you and has you lie back down so he can relish in how adorable the situation all is. takes a bunch of photos where he's pouting and all 🥺 eyed over you :')

jeonghan

teases the absolute shit out of you when you wake up so you'd never guess he spent the whole time cooing over you and looking around for something warm to cover you in. man's out here presses tiny kisses to your head and can't stop grinning and might even take the opportunity to whisper you praise he's a little too proud to say otherwise but when you wake up is all like haha am i that comfy 🤪

joshua

first thought is "adorable", second thought is "that looks horrible for your neck!" so he very slowly and carefully adjusts to lie back if possible so you can lie on his chest instead, wrapping you in his arms ("to keep you warm", he claims, which is partly true) and hoping you can't hear that his heart is about beating out of his chest 🥺 totally intertwines your fingers together and inadvertently causes you to nap way longer than you'd ever expected because he's so warm and comfortable!!

soonyoung

wakes you up getting excited and almost crying over cute you are. since he stirred you anyway he opts for picking you up to take you somewhere you can lie down properly if it's possible, wrapping you tightly in his arms and a warm blanket and telling you to rest well. relishes in cuddly time with you til he falls asleep too lol

jun

wants to chide you for not getting enough rest before anything, but honestly just enjoys the feeling of vulnerability? like you sleeping on him, in his opinion, is such a big display of trust it warms his heart. moves an arm around your waist so you can be comfier and sneaks tiny kisses on your face when he's sure you're deep enough asleep it won't wake you :')

wonwoo

rigid as a board, forgets to even breathe, just sits a flusteted blushing mess and occasionally steals glances at your peaceful face. you probably fell asleep watching him gaming or something but the moment he felt your head on him he just ceased all movement. god forbid another member comes in cuz they're gonna be met with frantic whispered panic lmaooo

jihoon

also a blushing mess, and when you wake up he tries to tease you but he's too flustered to do so all too successfully. he also takes the opportunity to tell you cheesy stuff he'd cringe too hard at saying while you were awake. you probably fell asleep on him while watching him write/produce because he goes for so long, and it initially makes him feel a bit guilty, but from there he realises he likes you sleeping on him and tries to bring you to the studio late more often (he isn't discreet, you start bringing a big blanket lol)

seokmin

also wakes you up getting too excited, but when you grumble and wrap your arms around him to snuggle up further he just coos at you and gives you apology kisses all over your face and head. cradles your face in his warm hands because he figures it provides you better support. you feel like a very pampered cat, especially with the way he pets your hair with his other hand :')

mingyu

either screams or almost screams. so ridiculously smiley about it. the members make memes about it and clown him about it for months (cough or years in jihoon's case cough) cuz they'd never heard him make such a sound before. can't resist wrapping both his arms around you, and if he's able he'll try to maneuver around the back of you to have you lie back on his chest. he figures it's comfier because he's broad (he's right).

minghao

another teasy member but he's probably teasing you while you're literally asleep just to distract himself from how flustered he is. takes a bunch of horrible photos of you from unflattering angles to send you later but accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder a week later and sees you get your revenge. spends the whole time wondering if he could reach your lips for a lil kiss but is too scared of waking you up to try 😭

seungkwan

first time he probably deadass draws random shit on your face with a pen as if he's a child and takes ridiculous photos. fears for his life every single day from then and legitimately starts struggling to fall asleep knowing eventually you'll get him back lmaooo 😭 otherwise likes to stroke his fingers through your hair and let you rest, maybe even taking the opportunity to whisper cheesy stuff he's too self conscious to tell you when you're awake 🥺 occasionally you hear them, but you keep them to yourself, for his pride and all :)

vernon

falls asleep on you too, pretty much immediately. the members have multiple photos of you sleeping on his shoulder and him sleeping with his cheek nuzzled into your hair. at some point your hands found each others' and it's cute but it also reminds you of those couple's remains from like pompeii or something where they're clinging onto each other 😭 he probably drooled in your hair accidentally too but you were both surprisingly comfortable for positions that looked so awful on the neck 💞 next time you try to aim for his chest instead though.

chan

so torn between being shy and making fun of you that he ends up doing nothing but flailing a bit, red faced and unequivocally in love with you. he appreciates how homely it feels, how comfortable and natural (even if you do make his heart flutter and probably always will lol) and how much you trust him in sleeping on him like that. eventually settles for trying to lie you against him in a comfier position so you don't get neck cramp and ends up caged in a koala hold. he's not complaining.

[s0raluvr]

GENSHIN HIGHSCHOOL AU ! | headcanons !! | pt. 1

masterlist | pt. 2

gn reader, mc has a sibling! they/them pronouns are used. implied x reader, crack ! swearing, bad grammar, my apologies if i make the characters out of character. mona and scaramouche are cousins here. it's my first time writing a x reader. please bear with me.

kokomi !

historians always say that they are friends. but still- kokomi, the member of the student council was your bestie!! wow!!! she always tries to help you since on your first day.

“ hey wanna be friends? ”

“ oh sure! ”

seriously, that's just that simple. but you sometimes tried to help her with her work!! but kokomi doesn't need your help although she has a lot of paper work-. however, you don't mind about it. kokomi is very glad that you helped her. and then she realised- you're late.

“ [name] you're late to class! i can handle this on my own!- ” she said. “ it's fine- math class can suck my dick. ” you replied, in an annoyed tone. you still have the urge to skip class anyway.

“ watch your language! and don't try to skip class again! ” she scolded. “ haha, my bad. ms student council~. ” you teased her with that kind of nickname, while smiling at her.

now it has been decided that- kokomi did the work with you. she thanked you after that. sadly you got scolded again- but this time it's the teacher. oh, the pain after you got caught for helping your friend aka the student counselor.

the aftermath is just that Kokomi has to remind you everytime to avoid troubles / the scolding from your teacher (s). she decided to take you out anyway, she makes you feel happy anytime.

tighnari !

MOMMM I LOVE THIS FOX MAN!!!

this little man is your tutor, all because your stupid and goofy ahh didn't listen to class. now the teacher has to drag tighnari's ass to tutor you for every exams / lessons you got. mostly you fell asleep but at the same time, wide awake AS HELL. mostly, he wanna crave violence at your dumbass so much. all because you didn't listen to him and you still got low scores LMAOOO DESERVED. at the end, you still got tutored by him.

“ girl.. this is embarrassing... ” you showed your grades to tighnari, he looks.. disappointed at you? you can't tell anyway. “ ...even more embarrassing than you, now i still have to tutor you. ” annoyed tone, he is VERY VERY disappointed. you laughed at him. oh.. boy.. you'll be in trouble for that too.. “ this is so sad. pfft- ” now, you know what comes next.

yep. scolding.

you are still confused every time.. poor our little fox man, he still has to teach you all over you getting low grades. sure that, you are a troublemaker at school. it's important to study too.

after these months of teaching, you are finally motivated [ a/n : HOLY SHIT IS THAT A DMC REFERENCE? /j ] but lower your expectations, grades aren't always luck too. now you are all ears to tighnari. and yay!! you get good grades now. you teased him for being your “ strict father ”.

“ excuse me? “ he said, you laughed at his face again. “ ...since when am I your father? ” he asked, his face looks blank and neutral about it after all. “ heh! well, you mostly sounded like my father- maybe. WHEN IT COMES TO SCOLDING I SWEAR- ” you lost your cool anyway, and looked away. “ uh, tighnari- wanna try to hang out with me, when you are free? ” you asked him directly, he nodded. you smiled at him too. glad that you made a new friend who is a smartass while you are the chaotic dumbass.

BONUS : kokomi and tighnari interaction. tighnari mostly scolds you if you forgot something / didn't listen to class again / you fell asleep during class.

albedo !

WEE WOO WEE WOO CHALK MAN?!! IN THIS HC? LET'S GOO!!!

now let's see what this chalk can do. AHEM, AHEM!! he is almost the same as tighnari, but- he is the quiet one. you probably see him quite interesting and probably kind of hard to approach.

oh? you decided to interact with him anyway, you just go with your guts. however- albedo doesn't give a shit if you tried to talk with him. oh wow! it's rare that, you have similar interests with someone, you just met. ..maybe similar interests...?

but you're just a talkative one who never shuts up about your interests + days and so on.

“ WAIT!!! YOU ARE ALBEDO RIGHT?? ” you sounded very happy and held his hand, because you like alchemy and wanted to learn more from albedo. but albedo is confused. how do you know him? did sucrose tell you about him? ahem.. ahem “ oh? of course, i am albedo. ” albedo stared at your face, you look very happy. he wonders why. “ uh.. is everything alrig- ” oh, sheesh this is very awkward. you stopped holding his hand. “ i forgot to introduce myself!- my name is [name] [last name]! ” now he thinks that you're not just a troublemaker, you're a nice person who wants to learn some new stuff, based on your interests of course.

now, that's how you two met. although, you interacted with his friend- sucrose. you dragged him to some places.. he sometimes wonders why he is friends with you. [ a/n : NO BECAUSE YOU GET BITCHES TOO?? FOR WHAT. BRO IS BEFRIENDING THE WHOLE ASS CAST?? HELO ]

but at the same time, he doesn't mind. unless.. it's somewhat random to drag him into your situation / chaotic scenes with you.

HE ALSO HATES PUBLIC PLACES, IT'S CANON I AM MIHOYO.

mona !

oh wow! good for you that this astrology girlie is your childhood best friend!! childhood friends to lovers when. you and mona are childhood friends before you two entered school, she gets you out of trouble. and of course, she is always teasing you [ after what you did to get in trouble ]

the fact you will defend her with all your heart, she is indeed your sweetheart huh?

if you hear insults about her, you would create a public fight with a stranger dawg. mona d rider moment. but that's okay, she is mona anyway. i can repeat myself of how you will do everything for your childhood best friend, but historians said that they are best friends anyway.

“ mona is too annoying! why wouldn't she try to shut up about astrology?! ” someone said, they were shit talking about mona in front of her. she looked neutral nor didn't give a shit about it. “ mona, can i please talk with them. ” you sound very mad and annoyed at the people who is shit talking about her. mona has a concerned face- “ what? [name] are you sure? it might make it worse.. ” she sounds very worried about you, you're aware of that. you nodded at her. oh, sheesh. she is worried about you being in trouble again.

GODDAMNIT, THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT FITS THEM OMG!!1!3??2 you would also not hesitate to make a public scene with the popular, handsome, short-tempered boy named scaramouche. which is her cousin, you hate the most. fyi, you almost got expelled after creating the public scene over some students shit talking about mona.

you also make cheesy jokes with her, but mona “ suffering ” because of it. she thinks it's funny tho, but she acts very tough. [ a/n : STOLE THE IDEA FROM MY MOOT HEAHHAHAHA ]

mona helps you with the homework too. you two are such sweethearts < 3.

you two are also talkative too, except you always listen to her first. she enjoyed your company too, you two are indeed sweethearts.

scaramouche / kunikuzushi !

holy shit, how many aliases does he have? and yippe, short man's turn.

Of course, he is mona's cousin. you despise him during childhood, and you still hate him.

ehh.. you found out that he is very popular at mona- i mean your school. he seems to type the guy who acts tough around girls, some guys don't like him because he seems to be everyone's dream boy. although, he always skips class and he rarely does anything somehow.

mona seems to keep you away from him, because you two always fight too. as he expected, you two knew each other so well. he also plays with everyone's feelings- he doesn't care about anyone [ except for kids and his close ones, the grandparents. ]

you once saw him visiting the daycare, you thought that he didn't care about everyone at all but kids? that's weird. you still think that it's weird seeing him that he has a soft spot. at the same time you think it's cute. now you decided to tease him about it.

NO YOU WILL NEVER SHUT UP OF HOW HE IS A BABYGIRL.

“ oh?? the fuckboy who attracts other girls has a soft spot for children huh? ” you walked to him, with a teasing tone. grinning, and he turned back, eyes widened. He is embarrassed for seeing him in his state for caring about children, at the daycare basically. you still laughed at him for that, you also of course love to make everyone embarrassed.

Aw man, he wanted to punch that face all because you are teasing him. at the same time he has to act tough.

this man right here is a menace but gets embarrassed when he gets caught. i shit you not, now you will never shut up about it to mona. now you two are teasing him about it NONSTOP.

“ we're just friends ”my ass, you two are fruity as hell. he would def try to start a fight with you again, but keep his cool anyway. as long, as you two aren't in trouble.

he is fully aware tho, no worries! then the next day, you are arguing with him again.

⋕amia : ★ please do not try to copy my works / ideas, again- my apologies if i made the characters' personality wrong too !! mihoyo aka hoyoverse's characters aren't mine, all characters belong to the company that includes mc is yours. you can imagine them as your personality or any design, or whatever you like!! (꜆˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)꜆

[sukirichi]

— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist ! 

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

[univemma]

Kryptonite Beer Bottles

Adrian Chase x Reader

"Hi" He spoke quietly, eyes carefully tracking your movements as you reached a hand up to cup his face.

"Hey. What happened, where are you hurt?" Shaking his head slightly, Adrian reached up to wrap his hand loosely around your arm, gloves scratching against your skin.

"I'm fine, hey-" - A typical night tending to your bf's Vigilante duties, except not so typical as he starts to slip

Word Count: 3,232

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A/N: Can you tell how much I have no clue when it comes to taking care of wounds? Lmaooo, also the alternate title for this was “Chewbacca Tombstone”, so do with that what you will. Also this was stressing me out because my writing site, AO3, and word counter all said different word counts LMAOO so we’re going with the AO3 one

A small fluffy cat was perched on the window sill, sound asleep with its tail curled protectively around itself. It was white, with little brown spots across its body, its back end entirely brown like it was wearing pants. You envied that cat, envied it's ability to sleep easily seemingly everywhere - while you couldn't even sleep in the comforts of your own bed, you warm, soft, comfortable bed. You'd spent nearly two hours tossing and turning before eventually deeming your attempts fruitless, getting up to either be productive, or entertain yourself. It was about three in the morning now, and you were really starting to wish Adrian hadn't gone out as Vigilante tonight - you were so unbelievably bored, sitting with nothing to entertain you but your own thoughts and a few loose threads on your couch. No movies interested you, no music seemed appealing, and the books on your shelves remained unread - you felt like they were judging you. So yes, you envied that cat, looking back over at it and its cute little pants with a sneer.

"Little bitch." Wow, that's how annoyed you were - cursing out a cat, a sleeping cat, at that. You've really reached a new low. 

Just at the thought, the cat was waking up, looking at you through the window and for a moment you honestly thought it heard you, before something caught its attention off to the right - you assumed whatever it was that woke it up. The cat raised up onto its paws (Also brown! The cat had gloves too now?!), hopping off your window sill, and you couldn't help but feel a little bad - now neither of you were sleeping. A dull thud was heard from outside and you jumped up quickly, wondering if the cat somehow fell, or got hurt, before hearing the familiar creaking of your bedroom window and smiling, it wasn't the cat - but it was almost definitely what woke it up.

You spoke with a smile as you walked over to your bedroom, leaning against the door frame as you locked your eyes onto the sight of Adrian in the corner, clambering through your open window.

"You know, you keep waking up cats this time of night and one day they're gonna beat your ass, they're vicious little shits - did you see my leg last week, it was-" Your words gradually trailed off as you watched Adrian, lacking the usual energy with which he moved as he stumbled, standing just long enough to close the window and clumsily drag the curtains closed before plummeting to the floor, his head dropping against the wall with a groan. 

"Adrian, shit-" You rushed forward as you spoke, dropping to your knees beside him and hastily pulling his mask off, tossing it to the side as he slowly opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled faintly even as you sighed. He'd looked worse, honestly, much worse. the only real indication of anything being wrong was the blood trailing from his nose and his split lip, overall he looked fine - but by the way he crashed to the floor and the way he was staring at you glassy eyes, you knew better. 

"Hi" He spoke quietly, eyes carefully tracking your movements as you reached a hand up to cup his face.

"Hey. What happened, where are you hurt?" Shaking his head slightly, Adrian reached up to wrap his hand loosely around your arm, gloves scratching against your skin.

"I'm fine, hey-" His hand slipped back into his lap and in his attempt to straighten up a bit, he leaned forwards against you, letting you hear very clearly his struggled breaths as his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

"No, hey, you gotta tell me where they got you, Adrian, hey-" Gently pushing him back to lean against the wall, you shook him lightly, hands on his face again soon enough. "You can't sleep yet, Adrian, please, okay?" He opened his eyes again and shuddered slightly, not even looking down as his hands began pulling at the his suit. "No, hey, I've got it, okay, just you stay awake for me alright? I've got you." 

You'd never understand how he could get in and out of the suit so quickly, almost fighting with all the straps and clips and zippers just to take off his armoured pieces. You stopped briefly, reaching into the small safe compartment of his suit to pull out his glasses, tenderly putting them on his face, sighing heavily as his eyes remained closed.

"I swear to god, if you die in my bedroom I am gonna give you the worst tombstone ever." He smiled faintly at that, dimples emerging from blood stained cheeks as he mumbled something too quiet for you to hear. "What was that?"

"I'd...hope you'd give me that anyway. You know I love funky headstones." Smiling, you looked back down as you were finally able to free him of his armour while trying your best not to jostle him too much. In an attempt to reposition him against the wall, you placed your hands on either side of his waist, and you could've sworn your heart stopped when he hissed sharply and your hand came away red. Lunging slightly over to turn on the lamp in the corner of your room, you were no longer swamped in darkness, finally letting you see the large dark stain on his torso, and the thin slit in his suit. You reached back, unzipping and removing his under layer before freezing in place. He'd been stabbed, badly.

"Adrian..." You were left near speechless. Yeah, he'd been stabbed many a time before but this was bad. Looking up hesitantly you found him already staring at you, head tilted a little to the side with a fond smile on his face.

"Hey, you know...you know I love you right? I need you to know-"

"No! You shut the fuck up!" You inhaled deeply and shook your head as you jumped to your feet, heading down the hall to grab the medical bag you kept in the closet before dropping back down beside him in record time. You came back to him squinting at you, eyebrows furrowed and lip almost pouting.

"That's so uncalled for, are you fucking kidding me? I'm trying to let you know how much I appreciate you with my dying breath and you-"

"Adrian you are not fucking dying." Digging around in the bag as you spoke, you grabbed a few different wipes and bottles. "Although I might end up killing you myself before the night ends." He huffed out a laugh at that.

"That'd gain you respect, taking down the vigilante."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"Ouch, you-" He cut himself off with a hiss as you finally started treating the wound, glancing up to meet his eyes briefly.

"That's what you get for being fucking stupid." You didn't really mean it, and you honestly hated seeing him like this - but that didn't mean you weren't pissed off in your worry. "So, you wanna tell me who got you tonight?"

"I think you- ow, fuck- I think you mean who I got tonight." Biting back a smile, you nodded with raised eyebrows.

"Mmhmm, sorry, slip of the tongue." He smiled, wincing slightly.

"It was just some drunks, and this guy was harassing someone down an alley - he's the one that did that - got me with a smashed beer bottle." Your eyebrows furrowed at that, meeting his eyes once more.

"A beer bottle did that? Seriously?" He bit back a groan before nodding, a hand reaching up to push up his glasses.

"Yeah, they reinforce that shit now, some kinda super glass."

"Maybe it was kryptonite and you're secretly a kryptonian like Superman."

"Well, it was green." He was grinning, albeit weakly, and he'd started to go far too pale for your liking since you'd been dealing with the wound. It made you anxious just looking at him.

"Well...You're better than Superman anyways." The corners of his mouth quirked up a bit more, before all joy left his face and he leaned back against the wall to stare at the ceiling. 

"Did you kill him?" He laughed, nodding.

"Who d'you think you're dating? Of course I fucking killed him." He sounded out of breath, speaking through struggled breaths. It worried you, but now that the wound had been mostly cleaned, it didn't look too bad - it wasn't even too deep, it was just really big, stretching across his entire side, front to back. He'd had wounds not much smaller before, something that really shouldn't have been a comfort to you. You pat his thigh gently. 

"I'll be back, sewing kit's in the kitchen." You heard him hum slightly in acknowledgement as he closed his eyes again, listening to your soft footsteps as you traversed the apartment on sock-covered feet. 

With the sewing kit dug out from the depths of your "miscellaneous drawer", you sat back down beside him - his eyes were still closed and he had a slight frown on his face.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch, sorry, babe." You pressed a quick kiss to the back of his hand before starting to stitch him up, internally cringing at every little hushed sound of discomfort - it was surprising he hadn't flinched too hard yet, he'd done that a few months back and fucked up his stitches, his own fault, you'd always remind him when he whined about the scar looking weird.

You were no medical professional, the stitches took about ten minutes, give or take - likely give, since you always spent so long hesitating out of fear of only hurting him more. And you could only imagine just how much pain he was in, you'd never been stabbed before but from his description - the wounds always hurt like a bitch. Whenever you'd dealt with a stab wound for him he'd always spend hours afterwards hissing and whining every time he moved a little too much the wrong way, and every little noise tugged at your heart strings. It was a miracle he was being this quiet right now. And now that you'd dealt with it, was this even a stab wound? It could honestly be more of a slash wound now that you think about it - and it was certainly easier to deal with than usual, it would've been really easy if it had been smaller, but unfortunately for you guys, it...

...

...

...

Why was he being so quiet right now? 

Finally putting your needle down, you straightened back up to look at him, one hand resting on his thigh while the other reached up to gently card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Adrian...?" His head remained tilted back towards the ceiling, and as you lightly tugged his head upwards, it merely fell to rest against his shoulder the moment you let go, glasses sliding down his nose. "Fuck, Adrian, hey, wake up." You moved your other hand up, now firmly holding his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs over his cheeks. "Babe, you've gotta wake up for me, c'mon..." Fuck, he was so quiet, you hated it, he was never fucking quiet - you weren't even sure if you could hear him breathing beyond the sound of you own, gradually increasing in pace as he wouldn't wake the fuck up, loud and frantic and harsh in your ears.

"Hey. Adrian. Adrian, wake the fuck up, wake up or I'll call 911, I'll take you to a fucking hospital, Vigilante be damned. I swear I'll fucking do it, babe." He didn't respond, didn't even move or give any indication he'd heard you. Fuck, he wasn't kidding. He'd played similar pranks before, playing dead or injured to scare you, never for long enough for you to become too concerned (he'd always hated the idea of one of his pranks making you cry, so he always made sure not too drag it out too long, going by the motto "what would Chris do?" and firmly doing the exact opposite) - but every time, if you were in a particularly pissy mood or just couldn't be bothered that day, always, without a doubt, the threat of the hospital always made him stop. But he wasn't moving. 

"Please..." His head lolled forward a little and fuck, you couldn't look at him, rising to your feet and stumbling a few steps back to turn around and face the hallway. You could check his pulse, you knew you could. But what if that didn't give you the answer you wanted? What then? How the fuck do you go on beyond that? Shit, maybe you should call Chris. God, why the fuck would you call Chris right now? He'd probably just be insensitive or stupid - you really needed more friends, that's the only reason you thought of him in the first place, he was one of the few you actually had and you really didn't wanna be alone right now because you had no idea what you were gonna do if you were right. 

After a string of curses and a quick pace down the length of the hallway, you crouched in front of him again. Internally, you apologise in advance, before sighing and firmly punching him in the dick. He jolted up instantly, eyes now open as he stared in confusion and pain, now mirroring the string of curses you'd whispered out in the hallway earlier - in almost the same order, impressive.

"Holy fuck, thank god you're alive."

"You test that by punching me in the dick?!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Like, actually I am but i was kinda freaking out here. I really thought you were dead for a moment there." He sighed and leaned back against the wall, catching his breath while looking over at you with a tired expression. He looked so sad like this, but you'd rather see him sad than dead, so this was a relief. Leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of his head, you whispered. 

"You're not gonna pass out on me again, are you?" Shaking his head a little, he stared intensely as you pulled away, and sat up, his hands braced against the wall as he scooted over a bit, leaning into the warm hand you placed firmly on his shoulder, before lying down on the floor, groaning lowly before getting comfortable with his head in your lap, eyes fixed upwards at you.

"I'm sorry I scared you." He looked guilty, eyes shining slightly behind his glasses. You smiled down at him, leaning forward to hover your face above his, kissing his nose.

"Please don't start your self righteous bullshit about dragging me into things - you almost bled out on my carpet, I'm not backing out now." His face broke out into a grin and he sniffed a bit, likely from the pain, and you reached a hand down to gently card your hands through his hair. In return, he reached a shaking hand up to gently hold the side of your face, staring intently once again, a common habit of his. 

"Can you do me a favour?" You hummed quietly. "Can you make sure to put a picture of Chewbacca on that tombstone you mentioned?" You broke out into a laugh, nodding after calming yourself.

"Alright, any reason?" His hand dropped down from the side of your face and instead grabbed your hand not intertwined in his hair, holding it sweetly in his, resting your intertwined hands on his chest. The colour had returned to his face now, and despite his contentedness to lie in your lap, he seemed far more awake, even beginning to laugh as he spoke.  

"I want people to see it and briefly think "Oh my god, Chewbacca's dead!" before reading it and realising it was me instead." He could hardly get through the sentence, giggling around every word, his infectious laugh making you laugh in response. Leaning forward again, you once again pressed a kiss to his face, followed by more, then more, again and again as he smiled up at you. He shivered a little and you realised he was lying half naked on your cold wooden floor, reaching over to tug the blanket off your bed and gently wrap it around him, he accepted it quickly, but still made sure to reach back up to grab your hand after settling.

"Okay, we'll get you your Chewbacca grave, just make sure we wait a while before then, yeah?"

"Yeah, on one condition." You hummed in question and he squeezed your hand firmly in his.

"Next time I fall asleep please just check my pulse, I don't think I can handle another punch to the dick, babe, that hurt!" You bit back a laugh, he had been on death's door five minutes ago and you didn't feel like annoying him tonight. 

"Deal." 

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Adrian awoke feeling warm, the thin blanket draped across him in addition to their thick duvet. The bedroom was dark, with the curtains drawn and the door closed - the only light being the small strip shining under the door, and the big red numbers of their alarm clock reading 11AM. Trailing a hand below the covers, he felt bandages covering his torso - huh, you must've put them on after he fell asleep last night, the task of getting him into bed a herculean one, given Adrian's injury and tendency to overreact ("BABY I'M DYING!" "God, I wish.").

Sitting up in bed, the duvet falling down over his pyjama pants, he sighed. After the scene he created last night there was no way in hell you were letting him out as Vigilante for at least a week. With a deep huff, he staggered to his feet, emerging out into the main area of their apartment to you sitting on the couch, watching the cat on the window sill with a bowl of cereal in your lap. You turned at the sound of him entering, eyeing him up and down in that familiar, concerned way you always did after he was injured. It was sweet.

"You sleep well?" He nodded, walking over to grab the other bowl of cereal left on the kitchen counter, which he could only assume was for him.

"Yup, cosy."

"I thought for sure you would've slept longer." Adrian shrugged as he ate a spoonful of cereal, containing a wince as he sat behind you on the couch, your body still angled towards the window. "Must've missed me, huh?" Smiling contentedly, Adrian hummed.

"Yeah, probably." You both spoke with a teasing tone, but it was the most realistic thing you'd said since last night (apart from the whispered "I love you"s said before he fell asleep), and Adrian swallowed a mouthful of cereal before leaning forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"Thank you."

"For what?" He pressed a kiss against the bare skin of your back.

"For taking care of me." He heard you exhale as you sat up a bit, and he pulled back to look at you as you turned, pulling you both to lean back against the couch with an arm around him, being deliberately careful of his wound before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

"And thank you for coming home." 

.

Maybe he could manage a week without Vigilante. Just once. 

[moonandstarlightsposts]

Good morning, dear Moon! For the 'get to know' ask meme, do you have any new hobbies? Do you have any new song playlists? What's your ultimate comfort food? (the last one is because I'm hungry XD)

Not so good, tbh, but yeah, my dear, good morning! (And I fell asleep while writing this answer lmaooo I'm so sorry, my dear!)

I'm trying to get back into drawing, so I guess I could call it a new hobby ^^

New song.. Hmm. I got a little hype fixated on The Good in me and a few songs in my first language. They're beautiful ^^

The Good in me is a song I heard once a long time ago that made me feel a storm of emotions. I lost it, forgot about it, then tried to find it by the two words, it must have taken me an hour or two, but I found it!!

I.. I love semolina (it's made with milk). with all my heart and soul. it's something I can eat forever and I won't get bored. It is the food of my childhood and I love it. The second one is... Hmm... Roasted zucchini with paprika. Damn, they're delicious!