#I’m not in the mood for this conversation

[martinmuhl]

• i can see you

pair: kate martin x reader

warnings: cussing, tension, angst (?)

from an anon request - friends to lovers!

“god, they are insufferable! like come on, everybody knows they like each other but them! what are we going to do?” jada paced around the room, looking down at gabbie sprawled across the bed.

“jades, i’m not sure what we can do. it’s been like this for months and they’re still so oblivious. cait? any suggestions?” gabbie asked. sprawled next to her was caitlin who looked exhausted by this conversation.

“you guys already shot down my “making each other jealous plan” months ago,” caitlin finger quoted. “and now you want my help?” she sighed, flinging her head back on the bed next to gabbie.

“you know what, let’s do it. everything else has failed so why not? cait, you and y/n had that one night together last year and you know kate hates talking about it so this your chance. so you flirt with her and make kate jealous, then boom mission accomplished!” jada exclaimed, a giant smile resting on her face. caitlin rolled her eyes.

“don’t say one night like it was this big thing! we kissed drunk off a dare one time, but fine i’ll do it. especially if it gets those two annoying fucks to stop pining after each other. bar tonight?” caitlin asks, rolling off the bed to start getting ready.

two hours later, you walk into the bar with your group of friends. after you and kate had stayed back after practice to run some more plays, you got the invite to the bar and you weren’t going to pass up the chance to see kate in her usual bar outfit. hair pin straight, white tank top that showed just a sliver of her stomach, black ripped jeans, and air forces, but the star of the show were the rings hugging her fingers. you couldn’t get enough of her.

“you guys go grab a table, gabbie and i are going to head to the bar. y/n, your usual?” kate asked, smiling at you. you blushed and nodded. she was so confusing. you two had been friends since freshmen year. she knew you like the back of her hand, but sometimes she would flirt with other girls and get mad at you for doing the same. you knew you liked her, but you just could never tell if she felt the same. rather than telling her and risking the end of your friendship, you decided to just let it be.

kate and gabbie had made it back to the table with the drinks, kate sitting right beside you. your legs touched and you couldn’t help but shiver. you looked up to say something to her, but were cut off by caitlin.

“y/n, you look gorgeous tonight. that’s the same top you wore when we kissed right?” you could feel your face get hot. why would she bring that up? kate hates talking about it and you agreed that no one would bring it up ever again.

“thanks,” you giggled, liking the attention that you wish kate would give you. “and yeah, it is. you remember my top?” you questioned, returning her energy. you felt kate shift in her seat, taking her leg away from yours.

“how could i forget?” caitlin teased, taking a sip of her drink. gabbie and jada stifled back a laugh. next to you, kate mumbled something about getting another drink as she hurried out of the booth. you gave her a weird look, not understanding why her mood shifted all of a sudden. while she was gone, caitlin asked if you wanted to dance. you agreed, not seeing any reason to say no. your friend caitlin was hot, but that kiss was nothing. you didn’t feel anything for her but friendship and she knew that, so you weren’t sure what she was doing. nonetheless you decided dancing together wouldn’t hurt anything.

stalking back toward the table, kate noticed the two of you gone. looking around, she couldn’t see you surrounded by all the bodies on the dance floor. “where did they go?” she asked gabbie and jada, her face becoming hot.

“oh caitlin wanted to dance, so they’re probably out there now. who knows though, they may be taking a trip down memory lane.” jada giggled, turning to gabbie who was also laughing. kate was fuming. of course she never told anyone about her feelings, but could they not tell? caitlin had told kate that she didn’t feel that way towards you, but what was happening now? she couldn’t take it any longer, she needed to know.

barging through the bodies on the dance floor, she found you and caitlin pressed together dancing. she couldn’t help herself, grabbing you and dragging you to the bathroom. pushing you in and locking the door, she turned to look at you. your face was red and sweaty. you were having a good time, but this is where you wanted to be… with kate.

“what’s your problem? you’ve been acting weird all night and now this? kate what’s going on?” you asked, hands on your hips. she looked devastatingly beautiful, even with a sour expression.

“so you and cait huh? you flirt and dance all night, what’s next? another drunken kiss that obviously meant something to the both of you?” she crossed her arms, staring at you. you could see the anger in her expression, but what would it matter if you and caitlin kissed again? why does she care so much?

finally, you understood. you couldn’t help but tease her now. “so what if we did kiss again? we’re both single, and you’re my best friend so you’d hear all about it.” you say with a smirk.

turning away from you, she mumbles, “i don’t want to hear about that shit.”

“why not, kate? why does that bother you so much?” you step towards her, pushing her. wanting and waiting for her to take the bait.

“because i love you, y/n. you’re mine and i can’t stand the thought of you being with her or anybody else. i flirt with other people and i get mad because im scared to lose you.” kate exhales, looking away. you’re shocked, but you smile because this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

you tilt her chin to look at you, then crush your lips against hers. “i’m yours, huh? i love you too, you jealous dork.”

[piftamere]

part twenty-eight - information (wc : 1.8k words)

sitting in the cab on your way to the venue, you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, it’s the first time you’re going to an event this big, to an event at all to be honest, and you’re worried about fitting in. the only reason for your presence being that you knew satoru wasn’t helping either.

having megumi by your side helped soothe your nerves a bit. you exhale deeply as you see the building near.

“hey,” megumi says, gently nudging you, “relax, it’s gonna be fine. and if it’s not, we can leave anytime you want, ok?”

you chuckle shakily “yeah, you’re right. i’m going to shake some hands, get a few contacts, eat, maybe drink one glass, and then we’ll leave” you turn to look at him, happy to have him with you, despite the tensions between you two these past few weeks.

he smiles softly, “sounds good to me y/n.”

as the car stops, you both get out, megumi holds out his arm for you to hold onto, you walk arm-in-arm, your elbow resting over his, up the stairs and through security.

you step in the building, almost immediately spotting gojo, surrounded by a horde of beautiful women. you exchange a glance and a polite smile, but you miss the way he grimaces at who you came with, and the way megumi straightens his back with a slight smirk.

getting closer to megumi’s ear, your hold on his arm tightening, you whisper “don’t leave my side please.”

you go over to the bar, ordering drinks for you both.

as you sip your cocktail you find yourself in a conversation with megumi and another artist, the sounds of the buzzing crowd enveloping you. it doesn’t last long before they leave but at least you achieved part of your goal for the night : get a contact.

megumi’s eyes flicker occasionally over your shoulder, as you follow his gaze you catch sight of gojo flirting with a girl, grinning infectiously. he’s leaning against a table nonchalantly, charming her as she hangs onto his every word.

she looks desperate clinging onto him like that.

you shake your head to chase the thought away, you have no right to judge them after all.

“typical gojo.” megumi remarks dryly

you hum, taking another sip “yup.”

looking around the room you spot a familiar face leaning on a table, drinking a bright cocktail. “yuta? hi!! i didn’t know you’d be here!” you approach him, smiling as you hold out your hand.

“oh hi y/n! nice to finally meet you!” he shakes it with a warm smile.

“yuta meet megumi, my best friend and long time producer.” they shake hands.

“you’re maki’s cousin right?”

“yep.” megumi hums, resulting in an awkward silence.

“uh- i really like what you did with the production on y/n’s other songs! i’m excited to see how ours will turn out!” yuta says with an honest smile, trying to fill the silence.

megumi turns to look at you, his brows furrowed, “what?”

ah shit.

“i didn’t mention it before but… i think it’d be good for me to work with other people. just for a few songs, to get a different feel you know?” struggling to find an explanation, you lean on the table, with a grimace as you wait for him to blow up or storm out.

“okay.” he nods, but his lips tighten into a thin line. you can’t really tell what he’s thinking or feeling, but maybe he’s taking it well? it’s not like you’re really betraying him, right?

like he felt the shift in the mood, yuta smiles awkwardly and changes the subject, you exchange a bit about your inspirations, as megumi simply stands there by your side.

“i’m gonna get some air, see you later.” megumi mutters, waving to yuta and yourself as he walks towards an exit without leaving you the time to say anything.

soon after, yuta sees someone he knows and excuses himself and you’re left alone with your near empty glass, watching it swirl. almost immediately, you’re face to face with satoru.

“so… came with your little boyfriend?” he mumbles, arm crossed over his chest, standing tall in front of you.

you sigh deeply, “hello to you too satoru.”

“yeah, hi” he forces a small smile on his face

ignoring his question, you ask “enjoying yourself?” gesturing towards the girl who was now staring at you, gritting her teeth.

“meh, i got bored,” he shrugs, before leaning against the table near you, a pout on his lips “i can only handle so much giggling and hair twirling before i start to yawn.”

“poor baby” the corners of your lips tug into a teasing smirk

“hmhm,” he nods, pouting more dramatically, “i could really use some comforting...”

you roll your eyes playfully, holding out your empty glass “go fetch me another drink first.”

“right away ma’am.” you watch him skip towards the bar laughing to yourself.

wondering where megumi went you look around and notice him having a conversation on the other side of the room, making you feel better about leaving him alone, even if he was the one who left your side.

lost in thought, you don’t hear the footsteps approaching, “all alone?” a deep voice says over your shoulder. startled, you turn around, wide eyed.

“oh hi suguru, you scared me...” you chuckle a little awkwardly.

“hi,” he practically coos, “on edge huh?”

“a little, but i’m having a good time.” you smile sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little awkward, not sure what to do with your hands. his eyes are low, and with the way they’re set on you, it’s making you feel a little like a prey.

“y-you look very handsome tonight!” you stutter out, not bearing the silence.

he chuckles, before scanning your figure “thanks, you look beautiful too-”

suddenly satoru appears, setting the glasses on the table next to you and draping his arm over suguru’s shoulders. “having fun?”

suguru smiles, his eyes narrowed at satoru, “we were.”

satoru sends him a glare, earning a laugh from the dark haired man, “i have something to do, i’ll see you around y/n.” he leaves, waving playfully at the both of you.

once again, you chose to ignore his behavior and taste the drink satoru picked for you, you hum “it’s fruity.”

“ya like it?” in response you nod enthusiastically, making him chuckle. “good.”

after you both finish your drinks gojo holds out his arm and asks “wanna get some fresh air?”

you wrap your arm around his, smiling softly “gladly.”

his eyes glint mischievously as an idea crosses him mind, “wait.”

you watch him, suspicious, as he lets go off your arm and quickly looks around before grabbing a bottle from behind the bar. at lightning speed, he takes your hand in his and leads you away from the crowd, running like he could get in trouble if he was caught, like it’s not his party.

still, you can't help but laugh along with him.

the bottle since long discarded, you walk in silence, enjoying the cool night breeze on your skin. for a while, the only sounds are your footsteps against the pavement and the faint rustling of leaves in the trees above. It’s a refreshing contrast to the earlier chaos of the party, you feel at ease.

satoru suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence, his voice teasing.

“you never replied to my question...”

“which one?” you hum, turning to face him.

he’s silent for a bit and you think he looks… shy?

“the guy… is he your boyfriend?”

you’re slightly confused, but you reply “megumi? no, he’s my roommate. i thought i told you about him.”

he sighs, awkwardly fiddling with his rings, “no you did i was just wondering if things had changed after seeing you together...”

you stand still, pondering if you really want the answer to the question on the tip of your tongue.

“and what would that change?”

“what?” he asks, facing you.

“what if he was my boyfriend? what would that change?” you hold his gaze.

“… i’d be jealous.” he admits, turning his face away from yours.

"really?" you reply, your voice tinted with skepticism. "aren’t you too busy flirting with everything that breathes to be jealous?"

he chuckles, the sound rich and genuine. "maybe," he concedes, his smile softening. "but somehow, it's always you who’s on my mind." there's a moment of silence, the air between you is heavy, and you feel a flush of warmth creep up your cheeks.

you’re unsure whether to laugh or take him seriously. noticing your silence, he continues, “you plague my mind, every thought i have leads back to you. everything i do seems better with the idea of you by my side.“

when he finishes rambling, you look down at your feet, a pout on your lips “come on, you know i’m putting my career first satoru, you can’t say that to me…”

he reaches for your arm, the feeling of his fingers tracing along your skin sends a shiver down your spine, before intertwining his fingers with yours. he tugs you closer softly, smirking “jobs are overrated anyway.”

you’re standing almost flush against him, you place your hand on his chest to try to maintain some distance between you two.“satoru, be serious”

“i’m being serious. i’ll show you you only need me.” he chuckles, placing his hand on your lower back.

“because you're not seeing anyone else? right” you reply, rolling your eyes sarcastically.

he shakes his head, the corners of his lips tugging slightly upward, “i got rid of them the minute you kissed me,” he pauses, “are you?”

whatever witty comeback you were about to say died in the back of your throat the moment you caught his gaze, so full of honesty and vulnerability you didn’t know he was capable of showing.

you’re at a loss for words, so you swallow hardly trying to gain some composure.

“the minute huh? you’re quick.” you whisper teasingly, inching closer to him.

his face looks angelic in the moonlight, his blue eyes piercing into yours. you bring your hand to his jaw, gently stoking his cheek, he leans into your touch, though his expression betrays his confusion.

his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, “y/n? what-”

you cut him off by pressing a soft kiss against his lips and he instinctively grabs onto your wrist.

you pull away first, his eyes are wide and his face is flushed. you whisper again “jobs are overrated, right?”

unbeknownst to you both, someone is standing a few meters away, having witnessed the whole scene.

fun facts :

nobara helped y/n get ready, and she took some pics of them

y/n has absolutely no resolve

author's note

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part twenty-eight - Next

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[zombvic]

They are talking in real life. I should’ve been more specific when I requested it

I’m sorry. I hope you have a good day 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'D BE YOURS IF YOU'D ASK. (kenan yildiz x reader)

summary : in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player

face claim : no-one

notes : thank you for requesting !! lets pretend the copa america isnt going on at the same time as the euros lmao

pairings : kenan yildiz x reader , angsty fluff (?)

Y/n was familiar with the game of footballers. The heartbreak you'd get from talking with football players and then getting ignored out of nowhere, also known as ghosting. After multiple failed "talking stages" and "situationships" with various football players from all around the world, Y/n decided it was her turn to become the so-called ghoster. She enjoyed the sense of control and power it gave her.

As of June 2024, Y/n had been talking with a Turkish footballer named Kenan for about three months. After those three months, there was an undeniable change in the mood. She felt the conversations fade away, the replies becoming drier. After three months, you’d expect their relationship to progress, but instead, it felt like things were regressing.

A week had passed since she ghosted Kenan. She didn't choose the ideal time because the Euros were about to start. She thought maybe her absence would go unnoticed, or that Kenan would be too busy to care. But the truth was, she couldn’t handle the idea of being ghosted again. She took the first step to protect herself.

Kenan realized they hadn't talked in about a week while he was training for the Euros. The days were packed with intense practice sessions, team meetings, and strategy discussions. It wasn't until he had a quiet moment to himself that he noticed the absence of Y/n's messages. He checked his phone, scrolling through their last conversation, dated seven days ago.

He tried to brush off the feeling that she was ignoring him. Maybe she was just busy, maybe he was overthinking it. But as the days passed, he found himself missing her more than he expected. It wasn't just about the attention from her; it was the connection they shared, her way of always bringing his mood up, her way of cheering him up after a loss, the way she made him laugh, and how he could talk to her about anything going on in his life. He realized that he liked her much more than other friends do. He had a crush.

Even while training, Kenan's thoughts kept returning to Y/n. He made an effort to concentrate on the game, but it was difficult. What if she was truly over him? The thought of her abandoning him hit me like a blow to the stomach. Was she talking to another guy? Did she already have a boyfriend? Throughout the training, the worst-case scenarios couldn't stop forcing their way into his mind.

The day of the Georgia vs. Turkey game eventually arrived. Kenan decided to overlook the Y/n incident and concentrate on the match. However, he saw her in one of the VIP boxes as soon as he entered the field, he noticed her talking and giggling with a fellow football player, Kevin Alvarez. A wave of jealousy hit him. Why had she and Kevin come here? Is she trying to make me jealous? Is this some kind of game to her?

Kenan's attention split between the action on the field and Y/n in the crowd during the entire game. Kenan felt that Kevin was taking advantage of her companionship a bit too much. Knowing she was right there, laughing and giggling with someone else, made it difficult to focus.

Despite the distraction, Kenan played well and helped his team to win over Georgia. As the final whistle blew, he couldn't wait any longer. Eager to find out, he ran straight for the VIP box.

Kenan said "Y/n," as he walked up to her. Surprised to see him, she turned round, facing him. "Can we talk?"

Nodding, she followed him out of sight into a more peaceful area. "What's up, Kenan?"

He asked again, his irritation rising to the surface, "What's up? Why aren't you talking with me? And what's going on between Kevin and you?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Kevin? We're just friends. What is your problem?"

"My problem? What is MY problem?! You ghosted me, Y/n. One day we're talking, and the next, nothing. Then I see you here with him, giggling, flirting like everything's fine. Like i"

"Look, every time I get into a so-called 'talking stage,' it always ends with me feeling like I'm bothering the person in question and never in a successful relationship. All I was doing is giving you space."

"Space?" Kenan frowned deeper. "I didn't ask for space. I wanted to talk to you. Instead, you left me hanging, making me think I did something wrong."

Y/n moved reluctantly, her eyes glancing away for a while before returning to his. "I am sorry Kenan. It wasn't my goal to hurt your feelings."

Kenan's jaw tightened, showing his simmering displeasure beneath the surface. "But why didn't you talk it out with me? We could have solved the problem, together."

Kenan shook his head, a mix of exasperation and relief flooding him. "Y/n, I like you. A lot. Seeing you with Kevin… it drove me crazy."

Her gaze eased as she turned to face him. "Kenan, I'd be yours if you'd ask. However, you have to understand that I can't deal with the constant unpredictability of our relationship."

Kenan held her hand in his. "Okay. So, I want to be your official boyfriend. I want to spend time with you, I want to take you out on dates, I want you to wear a jersey with MY name and MY number. I want a real relationship with you—not just a situationship or talking stage, an actual relationship."

As he was about to finish his sentence, Y/n hugged him. "Finally."

The tension slowly began to release as they stood there. They finally understood that they both wanted the same one thing: each other.

im hoping this is what you imagined while requesting, if not just lmk i can change anything <3

[lunargrapejuice]

family + loyalty

chapter three: different | 9.9k+ words

satoru gojo x fem!reader | mafia au

chapter warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, talk of murder and other mafia related work, mentions of blood/injury (not to reader), angst, comfort, explicit sexual content, oral, fingering, masturbation

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loose gravel crunches under heavy rolling tires, the radio in the suv usually playing music turned down to barely audible noises now that they were pulling up to their destination, preparing for a less favorable part of their job. it certainly hadn’t helped that suguru was in a foul mood and had hardly said a word since being told to head out but satoru knew it was because he wasn’t happy that it is the hasaba estate they were rolling up to tonight.

having been the one to be working with mr. hasaba on behalf of the boss as of late, suguru had seen much of their family and had grown a soft spot for the twin daughters. the last time they were here together, satoru had watched them, like plenty of ladies of all ages, be drawn into the pretty dark haired man with a gentle smile.

neither says a word as they step out of the car and easily fall in line. suguru slouching in his stride with his hands in his suit pockets, satoru standing obnoxiously tall, wearing his dark sunglasses despite it already being past sundown.

the house is dark, almost eerie in its silence and not at all how it should have been. while this visit wasn’t planned, today was the deadline the boss had extended for mr. hasaba, and it was to be the last extension, so it should have been excepted, awaited, but there wasn’t a sign of anyone else around.

suguru knocks on the door anyways and when there’s no answer he knocks again, louder this time for good measure but still they are met with nothing in return, the three story house staring back at them silently.

“what a pain,” satorus says, his words a grumble through his tight jaw. the unpleasant now becoming a full blown mess.

“let's check it out,” his partner suggests. 

in long strides satoru walks past geto and kicks in the door, hearing the wood splinter and give way around the lock and the next second the door is flinging away from the press of his foot and crashing into the wall behind it, the crashing sound echoing in the quiet estate.

with a place this large, they take off in different directions. every wall is cast in shadow or barely there moonlight and as satoru walks through the house, he uses his phone light to illuminate the way, not seeing a thing out of place. every piece of art, every decorative pillow and porcelain on display sits like it always had, the table set as if dinner was expected soon. it feels like a ghost town, like maybe no one had ever been here and never would be again. 

the phone in his hand vibrates and the screen lights up, the name displaying there making his lips tug upwards.

you: you know i was thinking about what you said earlier and decided you and ‘everyone else’ are still wrong satoru: so you were thinking about me? ;) you: all i’m saying is faramir may be the better brother but boromir gets way too much hate, he’s not bad and he was redeemed! satoru: i can’t believe you're defending boromir right now you: i am!

he watches the three dots fade and light up and fade again as you type away. he imagines the bakery is pretty slow right now, it’s almost closing time and it makes him wonder if they wrap this up quick, maybe he could make it to see you again. somehow the visit he made there earlier today, where this lord of the rings conversation had started, and honestly every day since your date, had not felt like enough of you. 

so many new and different emotions and thoughts have been swirling in his mind and every inch of his body. unlike he ever had been before and ones he could hardly ignore. not when he felt them so strongly. he couldn’t stop thinking about you and it had taken all of his will power to not lean over the counter as you rang him up this morning and capture your lips in front of everyone. he wouldn’t have cared what anyone thought, except for you and had it not been for that, he absolutely would have done it with the words that had been at the back of his mind since you were at his apartment echoing in his ears.

just do what feels right. because when faced with the fact that he was, perhaps, certainly, feeling for you in a way he never had anyone else, he didn’t know what the fuck else to do. and while kissing you felt right, maybe even more than right, he didn’t want to mess this up by kissing you in your place of business like that when you hadn’t told him it was okay, when you hadn’t kissed since back at his apartment. 

yet another unusual feeling because satoru gojo did not worry about messing things up. usually, the situation was already in the palm of his hands and even if it wasn’t, he had the strength and means to adapt and turn the situation back around in his favor. but is it possible to do that with matters of the heart? when the consequence was losing something that money and means couldn’t replace?

he’s pulled from his phone screen, from his thoughts of you, at the feeling of a hand shoving his shoulder lightly and like he was a child doing something he shouldn’t have been, he quickly pockets his phone.

“satoru,” sugurus voice is quiet and serious. “why’re you just standing around?”

ignoring the question, gojo asks, “what did you find?”

“there’s someone upstairs.”

the second floor does tell a different story than what they had seen in the house thus far. every closet, drawer and box in all the rooms are opened or overturned, pieces of clothes and accessories thrown around carelessly and in the master bedrooms adjoining bathroom is where they hear muffled sounds.

with their guns in hand and ready, through the silver moon lit room their steps are cautious and steady, their breaths shallow but calm. like a dance they’d practiced a dozen times and knew by muscle memory alone. without talking they take their respective sides of the closed door and satoru turns the knob, throwing it open.

screeching cries bounce off of the bathroom tile and before satoru can register what’s happening, geto is putting his gun back in its place under his jacket and hurrying through the door with a terrible look on his face.

satoru wasn’t sure what he was expecting. in this life he saw, and at times even inflicted, more than most people should have to but he had never seen a father leave his daughters, with barely their clothes on their back, to the mercy of the mafia family he owes money to. 

family was supposed to mean something. he was taught that from a young age, even if the lines and terms of family were screwed up and jagged and not always from the same blood. though he didn’t know how true some of that actually was the older he got. maybe he was skewed and rough as well but the things he had witnessed family do to each other he would never put the people he cares about through. of that he had no doubt.

there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for the few he held close and even if they weren’t his family, but maybe the closest thing he’d ever have to one, you would never find geto and ieriri or yuji and yuta left behind like this. never.

it makes him sick to his stomach. your own fucking children left like this.. their futures stolen from them whether it was death or a life with nothing all because of their fathers stupid choices.

suguru soothes the girls, promising them that they are safe with gentle pats to their heads as they cling to him and sob and gojo steps out of the bathroom to move towards the large window in the bedroom, knowing what he has to do next.

“what is it?” as usual, his fathers voice is curt and worn by years of smoking on the other side of the phone.

“hasaba’s fled,” eyes lost in the moonless night, satoru gets directly to the point, not wanting to prolong this conversation any more than he has to.

“mother fucker,” he can hear the slamming of his fathers fist against his desk, the heaving of his breaths for the long moment the older man takes to process this and decide what he’ll have his son do next. “sweep the house-”

“already did. there's nothing here,” satoru doesn’t hesitate to lie.

“of course,” his father hisses, taking another long moment before speaking again. “fine. we’ll do it his way. him and his family are finished.”

“not his girls,” he’s quick and cold to add, his tone telling that he wouldn’t accept anything less.

“you’re not in any place to bargain with me boy.”

“they haven’t done anything,” he argues, his patience slipping quickly. “they’re children.”

neither of them were ever good at backing down, least of all from each other. strength verses authority because that’s really all his father had over him, the authority to tell him what to do. 

“i don't care,” the older man punctualtes every word. “their father knew what was at stake when he borrowed money from me.”

“i don’t kill children,” he can feel the heat in his chest bubbling over, sharpening his words, making his every breath heavy, his eyes dark.

“you will do what i tell you and it doesn’t matter if you won’t. whether or not you’re the one to pull the trigger, they’re already dead.”

as if it was as easy as breathing in the scent of morning coffee, he speaks their death sentence into existence and doesn’t wait a moment longer to hang up the phone like it might stop his son from doing what he wants.

gojo was trying to contain his anger, not do something stupid like simply kill his father and anyone that might take his place - it would be so easy especially with geto by his side - or just leave japan altogether and never look back. 

he had been right all those months ago when he questioned if staying was right. if this is where his future and loyalties lay. if he deserved better.

that night hadn’t been all that bad though, he remembers with a small smile. after all, it had brought something into his life that is better.

“hello? .. satoru?”

when he hears your voice he swears he's imagining it, his mind conjuring it simply to remind him of the night he met you, but he looks down to see he has indeed called your number, the picture he took of you the morning after your date with your sleepy bed head and dressed in his sweater, trying to get him to stop despite the big smile on your face, staring back at him. it's blurry and out of focus but it makes him forget about the mess inside his head.

“satoru? is everything alright?” your voice is soft, full of concern. 

“hey sweets,” he picks up the phone like you hadn’t spent the first ten seconds of your call with him totally silent and he wasn’t feeling a pang in his chest, not entirely knowing what for. “whatcha up to?”

“i’m just closing up the bakery. miwa had to leave early so it’s been a little slower going,” it’s quiet for a beat, like you’re hesitating to say what you want while satoru is focused on your voice, hoping you’ll say more. “are you okay?”

no but he wouldn’t say it outloud. “can i see you tonight?” 

“y-yeah. of course,” god you were so cute when you were all bashful but quick to answer. “i can head over to your place once-”

“i’ll come pick you up,” he still has things to do tonight but that isn’t why he interrupted you. he just.. wanted to see you as soon as possible.

“oh, okay. i’ll see you soon then?”

“see ya soon, sugar plum.”

feeling a little lighter but ready for this to be over, though it will likely follow him for days or weeks to come until they could find hasaba, he heads back towards the bathroom to talk with geto about what they were going to do from here.

the first thing you notice about satoru when he picks you up from the bakery nearly an hour later are his eyes. they’re somber, void of that galaxy-like sparkle that’s normally swirling within them and unusually vulnerable through the smile he plasters on his face that doesn’t pull at the corners of his eyes like it usually does.

the second thing you notice is that he can’t keep his hands off of you. maybe it was too bold of you from the start but after your phone call and your first glance at him walking through the bakery doors, you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him into a hug as you said your hellos. something told you that he needed it and he had hardly stopped touching you since.

from the walk from the bakery to his car at the curbside, he held your hand, your other holding onto a to go back full of goodies the entire way and only let go as he went to close the passenger door for you after helping you inside the tall vehicle. the entire car ride with his arm resting over the center console, fingers brushing along your thigh and arm, feather light but still making your skin tingle. and now, on the way up to his apartment from his parking spot and in the moving elevator with his arm around your middle keeping you close to him like he had that night at the club. 

he’s been unusually quiet and even when he does try to play it off with a laugh or teasing comment, you can hear the difference in his voice. it hadn’t gotten past you that both times you asked him if he was okay he completely deflected but he didn’t need to say it outloud and you didn’t need him to tell you what it was.

you just hoped you might be able to make him feel a little better.

“what do you want to do tonight?” you ask, looking up at him with a smile, the elevator quietly dinging with each floor it passes.

“whatever you’d like,” he replies, glancing down at you with a soft expression, his fingers flexing against where they rested on your side.

you think for a moment, focusing on the buttons of his jacket before looking back up at him. “maybe we can play another game? i think i could afford to bet you another kiss,” you give him a little wink and nudge with your shoulder as you giggle.

that got him to smile, real and big and breath stealing.

“oh yeah?” a bit of that sparkle comes back to his eyes that don’t break away from yours. he leans down closer to your height, crowding you with his presence. “you know sweetheart, if you want to kiss me so bad all you have to do is ask.”

you had started this but so quickly he took control and had you all flustered and shy. not fair at all satoru gojo. 

biting your bottom lip, watching his eyes fall to your mouth, trying to keep the butterflies in your chest to not come up through your throat, you breath out quietly, “.. will you-”

his lips are pressing against yours before you can get the words out, your hands immediately finding purchase bunched up on his jacket at the way it felt like your knees were going to give way under the tender way he kisses you. he keeps you pressed close to him but unlike your first kiss, there was no tongue or any notion of the possibility of it being more than just this.

when he pulls away, slow and not yet letting you go, you can see the pretty pink dusting his cheeks and a look in his eyes that you feel mirrors your own. it's a look that you once might have considered to be trouble, scary even, because it was one you wanted to see again and again from satoru. but it was also one you could possibly lose.

“c’mon,” he says quietly, pulling you along with him out of the elevator you hadn’t noticed opened and so easily you followed, still holding onto his jacket and staying pressed to his side.

his apartment is quiet and warm and just as you remember it from the last time you were here. when he lets go of you to shrug off his jacket and head upstairs to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes, you walk towards the kitchen and put down the goodies you had brought along with you, wondering what else you might be able to do to help lift his spirits.

a memory flashes through your mind, bittersweet and aching but you’re thankful for it all the same; an afternoon in highschool when you came home in tears. mom asked what was wrong the moment she saw you but you had only snapped at her, yelling nothing! before slamming your bedroom door shut and falling into your bed in a fit of tears. a little while later she peeked into your room with a plate of onigiri in hand and a gentle smile. 

she didn’t make you tell her what was wrong, she hadn’t even asked about it again, but she had climbed into your bed with you and together you shared what she made. it wasn’t fancy or extravagant but you swore every bite of rice and different fillings tasted like heaven with the way it filled your body with warmth and the love she poured into it until you forgot about your horrible day and could smile again.

it’s been so long since you experienced anything like that and you had never had anyone to care for like that yourself. 

dressed in a white long sleeve shirt that displays his collarbones and a pair of black pants, satoru hurries back down the stairs, looking around for you just to see you still standing where he had left you, no doubt seeing the complicated expression on your face at the memory of your mother but it melts into something softer, almost sanguine, at the sight of him.

“have you eaten yet?” you ask with a heartfelt smile as he approaches you.

“not yet.” he looks cute like this, you think the closer he gets to you. comfortable, his undercut a bit messy, that sparkle slowly returning to his eyes, even if they are a bit tired. “what should we order?”

“how about i make something instead?”

✧˚ · .

it shouldn’t come to a surprise that satoru had next to nothing for actual cooking ingredients in his kitchen but as you dug through his nearly empty pantry and saw the even few things in his fridge, there was enough for you to make do with what you had in mind.

he played music from the t.v., avicii that you noticed him playing in the car too, but sat on a stool at the kitchen island next to where you cut pickled plums and spam into smaller pieces, the rice cooker steaming on the counter behind you. your shared giggles and demands for him to stop snacking on everything so you’d have enough for when the rice was done filling the kitchen in a warm glow that seemed to bring satoru back to his normal self.

in order to keep his hands occupied and not poking at you or grabbing food right from the cutting board without a care in the world, dangerously close to the knife you were using, you have him mix together mayo and tuna.

“yes chef,” he teases, and with a roll of your eyes, you watch him reaching to grab the items he had laid out when you told him what you needed and being sure to brush against your hand in the process. “it’s been a long time since i’ve had a home cooked meal,” he admits quietly as he squeezes mayo into the bowl. 

“have you ever had an actual meal instead of just sweets?” your tone is playful even though you’re half convinced it is true. “next time we can get more ingredients and i can make you something better than just onigiri.”

“next time, huh? already want to see me again, sugar?” you don’t need to look at him to know he’s got the devil in his smile. 

grateful you can keep your focus on what you were cutting versus his gaze that you know is on you, with heated cheeks you try to get him back, feigning innocence when you say, “i suppose i could ask another handsome customer if he’d like me to cook for him.”

turning your head only a little, you peek over at him and see an adorable pout on his face that makes you feel a tiny bit bad for saying it, his pink lips in a frown that brought attention to his bottom lip, his brows furrowed that somehow made his azure eyes look even more striking.

after a blink it’s gone, replaced with a mischievous smirk and a quirk of his brow. “so you think i’m handsome?”

“obviously. anyone with eyes thinks that.”

“true but i’ve never heard what your eyes thought.”

you’re left a little speechless at that. you suppose you hadn’t voiced it out loud but you had thought it more than plenty. when you find your voice again you let the words you’d thought a million times come tumbling out. “i think you’re very handsome satoru.” your tone is a bit shy but you meet his gaze through the tips of his white locks and add, “gorgeous even.”

suddenly he’s standing, all rosy cheeks and tender eyes, his tall figure towering over you, not leaving any room between your body the closer he draws into you. instinctively you turn towards him, not wanting to back away even with your heart thrumming in your chest to an unsteady beat. 

he says your name just above a whisper, as if he hadn’t already had your full attention. “do you have any idea how breathtaking you are?”

“satoru-” you tear your gaze from his, not sure where else to look besides down at your chests nearly touching with every breath he takes. you don’t know if you’re breathing too, his words leave you feeling overwhelmed in the best of ways but so unlike anyone else had before.

long and slender fingers rest underneath your chin, bringing your eyes back to his with a gentle pull that you so easily follow, his lips parting to speak and you are ready to hang onto every word but before anything comes out the front door to his apartment bursts open with a loud bang!

you tear apart quickly and you try to ignore the ache in your chest at the distance suddenly put between you. you can’t see to the entryway with satorus large body in the way but you can hear heavy breathing followed by the call of a title you had never heard gojo be referred to as.

“sensei!” 

satoru doesn’t seem to be in a hurry as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and makes his way to the door. when you’re able to see past him, you spot two teenage boys. one with pink hair, bloody and bruised and the other with dark hair and a half hearted smile helping keep him upright. the dark haired boy is a little banged up too but not nearly as bad as the younger looking one. 

quickly you’re on satorus heels following after him.

“wow, you two got into quite the fight huh?” satoru stops right in front of them, speaking as though they aren’t practically bleeding all over his entry way but to your surprise, both of them are laughing and smiling in reply like this was just a normal day.

“satoru!” you chide, hoping he would take this more seriously when these poor boys are beaten up. you have no clue who they are but clearly satoru does and still.. regardless of whether you knew them or not, you didn’t want to see anyone in pain.

all three of them look over at you at the same moment, satoru with that easy smile that tells you it’s all okay, the boys like they have never seen a woman before. perhaps they hadn’t, at least not here of all places.

“don’t worry,” satoru says, his voice a calming, playful melody directed at you when you were worried these boys needed it more. turning back around to them, he rests each of his large hands atop their heads, ruffling their hair in unison, both of them beaming at the action. “they’re just fine.”

you aren’t as convinced as he is. “where’s your first aid kit?”

ushering both boys into the large bathroom on the first floor, you tell satoru what to grab and instruct the boys to sit at the edge of the tub. for whatever reason satoru only seems to own white towels but he didn’t seem to care that they’d get stained with blood when he pulled them from a drawer on the vanity and left to go get the rest of what you asked for.

with your lips in a frown and a warm wet cloth in hand, you start with the pink haired boy since he seems the worst off of the two and gently pat at his cheek, moving to his busted lip and the cut on the side of his jaw. while you wipe away the majority of the blood on him, he sits still and you take the chance to introduce yourself.

“i’m yuji,” he replies with a big toothy smile, seemingly unbothered with the cloth rubbing on his injuries. you’re glad to see he's at least not in much pain. 

“and i’m yuta,” the other chimes in with a shy smile.

“it’s nice to meet you both.”

“are you gojo-senseis girlfriend?” yuji asks with excited curiosity.

right to the point huh? “uhm.. no,” you hesitate to answer even though the answer should be easy. you aren’t his girlfriend, not really anyway, but..

“you run the bakery, right?” yutas voice stops your thoughts from running too far but brings new fleeting questions into mind. you’ve never seen satoru bring them in.. but you guess it wouldn’t be a surprise for people that know him to be aware he frequented one place more than any sane person should.

moving to yujis ear covered in blood you aren’t sure is his, you reply with a smile. “yeah, i do. has satoru brought you any treats?” 

both of them boyishly giggle in unison. 

“i’ve never seen gojo-sensei share anything with anyone,” yuta says, still laughing from behind his hand.

shaking your head, you silently laugh with them. yeah, that sounds like him but another part of it flares something in your chest you try to ignore.

you listen contently as the boys chat among themselves about satoru, finishing wiping the rest of yujis wounds and going back to the vanity to wash your hands and grab a fresh towel for yuta. he’s quieter than the pink haired boy, sits more still and hums or chuckles at yujis words while you clean his few wounds, his eyes closing as you clean just above his brow, his pale skin reddening under your touch.

after a bit, both of them fall quiet and you take the chance to ask, “why do you call satoru sensei? he never mentioned being a teacher.”

it was a bit difficult to even see him in that role. he certainly never looked the part.

“sensei is..” yuta starts but he seems unsure of the right words to use. 

“he is our teacher,” yuji adds, like it explains it all and was the easiest answer. he shifts against the bathtub and leans back, balancing himself from falling into the tub. “sensei said teachers are people who protect us and help us become strong while still getting to be kids.”

“is that who he is to you?” your voice is quieter than you had hoped it would be but there’s something blooming in your chest, making it hard to take in air. 

“yeah,” they both answer at the same time and you see yuta smiling softly as you pull away from him.

“here you are, doctor,” satoru startles you when he enters the bathroom without you having heard his footsteps. he places the wound cleaning solution and ointment on the counter along with every kind of cotton round and swab you can think of that they make and a huge box of bandages. not exactly a first aid kit but it will do. 

the three of them talk and laugh as you bandage yuji and then yuta, smoothing the bandages over their skin delicately and smiling sweetly when you get them the okay. you giggle quietly along with them, thinking about yujis words describing their sensei and though plenty of the things satoru does and says aren’t in line with any teacher you’ve known, you can feel the bond they’ve developed and when you see satoru rub their heads as they leave the bathroom one right after the other, you can see how much he cares about them.

“you know i think i was also hurt,” satoru closes the distance between you once you’re alone, pulling you against his chest with a smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach awaken in an instant. 

“oh, yeah?” you ask with a chuckle, finding it to be the easiest thing to wrap your arms around him, be in his space, and look up to see his handsome features.

“mhm, when we were making dinner.”

“you mean when you couldn’t keep your hands off the cutting board?”

“c’mon sweetheart- i’m already injured.” his adorable pout and puppy dog eyes are quite hard to resist but even without it, you think you would have given in to him. he was so hard to resist. 

“where were you hurt?” your voice drops into something more sultry and playful and he smiles cheekily in reply, wordlessly pointing towards his lips. giggling, you reach up to touch his lips with the same gentleness you had used on yuji and yutas wounds. “it must be serious then.”

“oh, it is,” satoru says seriously, his warm breath against your skin.

“let me see,” your words are barely above a whisper as you stand on your toes to reach him, your fingers still lingering on his face when you kiss him so very tenderly.

the world seems to slow then. the bright lights of the bathroom against the dark tile like a cocoon meant to capture this moment, let you basket in it and feel your hearts beating in sync without any fears or worries or anything to interrupt. it was just you two and this feeling filling a void in your chest that you had learned to ignore for so long.

“better?” you ask, pulling away from him and falling flat to your feet. you watch him slowly open his eyes, the ethereal blue of his eyes so unbelievably striking against his white lashes and when they crinkle with the smile spreading across his face, you can feel your breath catch.

“much better,” he hums contently, pulling you into his embrace and with the same tenderness you displayed, his lips meet the crown of your head.

you stay like that for a few moments that felt too long and not long enough but when you hear yuji and yuta out in the living room, you know you can’t stay in here forever. 

“we should probably make some more rice, huh?” you break the silence and take a step away from satoru, though his arms don’t let you go far. “plus i still think you need to eat a real meal for once.”

hand in hand, ‘healed’ for his ‘injury’, he walks back to the kitchen with you and helps you shape onigiri, a task he’s terrible at but looks adorable attempting and failing at. eventually he gives up and lets you do the rest but not without him sitting on a stool right next to you, his hands still so hesitant to stop touching you but you didn’t want them too either.

it’s more of the same with the four of you gathered around the table, satoru sticking to the not so spicy ingredients while yuta and yuji ate a lot of everything but under the table his foot is rubbing against your own and any chance he gets he reaches for your face, whether he’s claiming there’s rice on the side of your lip or trying to feed you.

when all the plates are cleared, not a single onigiri left and everyone with full bellies, you and satoru gather the dishes, the boys returning to the game they had started playing on the large tv, but not a single dish gets cleaned before satoru is lifting you on the counter top and standing between your legs.

not giving you a chance to speak or say anything, he kisses you again and again, like he had been waiting all of dinner to do so and was making up for the lost time while you ate. each one is sticky sweet and soft and you can’t help but smile into them, every one drawing out more than the last. 

only when you’re both smiling, breathless fools, do you pull away from one another. you see his eyes drop back to you lips before he looks behind him at the clock on the stove that shows just how late it’s gotten.

“we should probably get you home,” he says but doesn’t make any move to help or let you off the counter just yet. turning his attention back to you, he leans in for one more kiss, using a palm at your back and his other hand pulling at your thigh to bring you closer to him. so easily you melt into him, cling to him. 

“yeah..” you agree breathlessly when he pulls away from your lips but really, the last thing you want to do is go. 

satoru takes his time letting you leave too, still keeping you seated on the counter with his forehead now resting on yours, the breath of his words brushing against your cheek, the warmth of which you’d feel long after he bid you goodnight at your front door. “thank you for being with me tonight.”

✧˚ · .

with four glorious hours of sleep to your name, you’d expect to feel more like a zombie as you got ready for the day, slipping on one of your favorite casual dresses, and headed to the bakery but after last night with satoru and falling asleep with his scent all over your clothes, you were practically floating through the street and leaving bubbles of pink hearts in your wake the closer you got to the bakery.

you’d have a lot to consider and overthink about when you came back down to reality but you can’t deny how different, how.. good everything feels with satoru either. how he’s already making a permanent place in your heart. how much you’re falling for him and everything you continue to learn about him only seems to make it more clear to you that you are indeed falling.

as you round the corner the entrance to the shop is on, you can’t help but wonder if maybe you are still dreaming when you see satoru leaning against the glass door, his dark sunglasses on despite the early hour, and two coffees in hand. you blink, not realizing you had stopped walking but satoru must have heard you coming and straightened as he turns towards you, now standing at his full height with a goofy smile on face, somewhere between the sleepiness you had no doubt he was feeling and the way your reaction had clearly inflated his ego.

“surprised to see me sugar?” his tone is all playful and teasing but really, you’re happy to see him acting like his normal self after how he arrived here last night.

you feel your gaze soften, your heart stop and start and just because it’s him, stop again. “a little, yeah,” you admit with a bashful smile. “it’s so early.” taking a step closer to him, he takes two until he’s right in front of you, handing you a warm cup of coffee that you don’t hesitate to take a sip of. “mmm, thank you.”

“well i couldn’t go to work without something to eat, could i?”

you don’t mention the box of pastries and other goodies you left at his apartment last night or the food he could have gotten at the coffee shop. “that’s true,” you giggle, feeling your cheeks warm as you break your eyes from his, taking a step past his incredibly tall frame towards the doors of the bakery. “come on then.”

suguru: headed to you satoru: not at home satoru: [pin dropped] suguru: seriously? it’s barely 5 and didn’t you see her last night? satoru: :p

locking his phone, satoru tucks it back into his inner suit pocket, ignoring when it vibrates again, and instantly his attention is back on you. he likes the space of the back kitchen, it’s easy enough for one person to move around freely but with both of you in here, you’re almost always within arms reach. and how was he possibly supposed to resist you? 

“you really have work this early, huh?” you question, looking like you were getting ready to pull the items you needed today from the metal shelves lining one of the walls in front of where satoru stood resting the back of his thighs against the counter but he doesn’t let you get far into your morning routine before he’s reaching for your hand to bring you into his space, into his arms.

“yeah, i’ll be gone for a few days. maybe more,” he says, having to peer down to fully see you and he can’t get enough of how pretty you look in his embrace, how easily and quickly you wrap your arms around his waist.

“oh.” he loves and hates the disappointment in your tone. he fully pulls you into a hug, pressing you against his body, and the rest of your words are muffled against his chest. “that sucks.”

“hehe. will you miss me?” 

your hands cling to the fabric of his suit jacket, making his chest swell with mirth. “and what if i will?” 

gods you were so cute when you were all shy.

“i’ll miss you.” it’s the first time he’s admitting it to himself too even if it’s not the first time he’s felt it. 

except this time he’s got you in his arms and doesn’t want to let go, much like last night and especially after seeing you dote on yuji and yuta when he wanted your full attention. though there’s no denying what seeing you take care of them, children you didn’t even know, did to him. you handled him with the same care, and then some, like a soothing balm over wounds he had only ignored or slapped a half assed mental bandaid over up until now but they’re getting more impossible to pay no mind to when they itch and ache and even bleed, when it’s only been you that eases them.

“i’ll miss you too.” your confession makes his heart stutter.

“can i have some kisses for the road?” he asks near your ear, smiling into your hair at the way your body shakes with quiet laughter.

“of course.”

satoru keeps you flush against him as he leans down to capture your lips in a slow kiss, addicted to the way you hold onto him for purchase. each kiss after is deeper than the last, so intoxicating, sweet, and when your tongue licks along his bottom lip and he can feel the heat of your cheeks, he leans forward, his hands smoothing over the fabric of your dress until they’re holding onto it and sinking into your soft skin that lay beneath. effortlessly he lifts you off the ground and around his waist.

adorably you yelp into his mouth at the loss of ground and he holds you there while his tongue explores yours without hurry. satoru wants to keep feeling your legs around him and thinks he would carry you everywhere if you let him but he might also insist you kiss him just like this the entire time, rolling his tongue over yours and into your mouth and having your hands brushing along the short hairs of his undercut, tugging at the ends of the longer snowy strands.

he can feel himself getting hard with every swipe of your tongues, each little noise you try not to let out that he swallows, and when he shifts his hold on you, your dress slipping from his grasp and with his hands now on your bare thighs as your dress rides up to your hips, you’re nearly pressed against his growing bulge.

“so soft..” he groans quietly into your lips at the squish of his thumbs against your plush thighs when he holds you tighter.

“satoru-” your voice trembles with want, feathery and breathless.

his own is no better, each breath he tries to take in heaving with desire and heady with your sweet scent, but it’s not as though he’s ashamed of it. he wants you, in more ways than he can admit out loud right now, but hopes you won't deny him when he asks with a warm flush to his cheeks, “can i taste you sweetheart?”

your legs squeeze around his waist and you let out a desperate little sound when he doesn’t give you time to answer before he kisses you again. but you nod anyway, eagerly, clinging to him tighter and he smiles against your lips. “please.” 

taking a step closer to the counter so he can place you down on top of it, he’s quick to gather the fabric of your dress so it won’t get in his way or get dirty before your bum meets the cool wood. quick he takes off his jacket and sets it next to you without breaking away from your lips., satoru kisses slow, becoming sweet, almost chaste, until he backs slightly away from you with a whimper of protest from your lips and is dropping to his knees between your legs that you in return spread wider to accommodate for his broad shoulders. he wants to look up, see the expression you wear as you look down at him but his glacier blue eyes are unable to be taken off the thin lace of your panties that are soaking through with your arousal. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, kissing high up on your inner thigh and loving the way you sigh under his lips. his next kiss is over your panties, right over your hidden clit, followed by the tip of his tongue traveling down the wet fabric that makes both of you groan.

your hands quickly find their way to his hair, brushing the locks away from his eyes and he can’t help but lean into it, chase after it, want more of it. it’s an odd feeling, one that makes a lump rise in his throat. your touch, even in such a heated setting, was so tender and loving, more than he deserved but he wanted to be selfish, unworthy, and bask in you for as long as you’d have him.

moving in sync with him, your delicate fingers brush along the shell of his ear and cup his cheek as he looks up at you. it’s not often gojo finds himself speechless or helpless but right now, seeing your lovely features and how you look at him with more than just lust filled want but something more, something he was scared to put a name to, made him feel utterly powerless.

“did you.. want to stop?” your question and the hand you suddenly lay on top of his own that hadn’t moved from your thighs breaks him from his trance.

with his heart still hammering inside his chest, he swallows the lump in his throat, loving how sweet and warm it tasted despite how unfamiliar it is. would it be so bad to want more of that too? 

slowly his long lashes flutter closed and he tilts his head so he can kiss your palm that lingers with the warmth of his cheek. “not unless you want to sweetheart,” he says against your skin, his eyes flickering back to your face.

satoru grins into your hand at the bashfulness of your pretty face as you shake your head and avoid his gaze, gripping onto your dress and keeping it pressed close to you, leaving you still so exposed to him.

“i wouldn’t want to go without breakfast after all,” he teases and dips his head to nuzzle into your other thigh, kissing it like he had the first moments before. his hands finally move from where they had laid claim over the tops of your thigh and travel up to the hem on your panties where they delicately dip below the fabric and give them a tug.

moving your hand from his face, you lift your hips and brace it on the counter behind you to help keep you up right and satoru shamelessly takes in the sight with a lick of his lips at the string of slick that still connects you to your panties until it breaks and glistens against your folds. he takes great care as he guides them the rest of the way off of your legs and over your shoes before he puts it into his pocket for safe keeping.

the taste of you melts against his tongue as he dips his tongue into you at your entrance but not deep enough to feel him inside of you, parting your sweet cunt as he moves up to your clit and takes the sensitive bud between his lips with a lewd groan and a twitch of his cock.

“oh~”

your fingers tangle into his hair and tug at the roots, your hips lifting with a mewl you try to hold back at a particularly hard suck and a roll of his tongue over your clit. he does it again and again and is addicted to the way your legs spread in a silent beg for more.

“you taste s’ good baby,” he murmurs into your pussy, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head, and delves deeper in you.

the tip of his nose is buried in your wetness as he fucks you on his tongue. every deep breath he takes when his drooling tongue isn’t stuffed inside of your tight hole is full of your scent but he’s not worried about air when his lips are unable to leave your sweet essence. 

he can feel the mess he’s making between your legs, the mix of saliva and slick that coats his chin and down the globe of your ass, can hear the wetness accompany your little noises in the otherwise quiet bakery, but it only makes him feel more of a starving man than he already is for you, his cock aching and leaking in his boxers.

you leave your legs spread for him when his hands move from your thighs but he can feel your eyes on him as he quickly unzips his slacks and adjusts them along with his boxers in a swift motion that's just enough to free his cock. he starts to pump it slowly in his fist, up and down in the new movements he sets with his tongue, thick and hot, he licks from your entrance and back to your clit, teasing in his kisses that linger on your bundle of nerves.

“s-satoru..” it’s a sweet plea that burns the tips of his ears and further fuels his desire to make you feel good, so good, show you he’s good. 

“is this okay?” he pulls away from your pussy in order to look at you, bringing his hand not holding onto his cock towards your sex, waiting for your permission before he touches you further.

the hand wrapped around himself stops too, heavy in his hand and unbelievably hard seeing your disheveled state. all because of him.. your lips kiss swollen and panting, your half aladdin eyes that look down at him like you want him in your mouth just as badly as he wants to keep kissing you like this until you cum on his tongue, until all you knew was his name.

“gods yes,” you can barely get the words out and satoru doesn’t wait a beat to sink his middle finger into you slow, knuckle by knuckle, all while watching your face fall into bliss and starting to pump himself again until he couldn’t stand not to have his mouth on you.

he does his best to watch you then too but it’s so hard to do at the feeling of your velvety walls around his singular finger, the way you clench around it when he finds and curls into that perfect spot inside of you and the buck of your hips at every suckle on your sensitive clit. it’s all too much and not enough and he can’t help but close his eyes and moan against you when you pull him ever closer to you.

adding another finger, he hears you in that same pleading tone, calling his name from above him over and over like it might stop you from falling over the edge that crept closer and closer with every thrust and curl of his fingers. but he was so keen on getting you there, needed it just as much as you did, and would undoubtedly fall right after you.

your legs begin to shake, trying so hard not to close around his head, though he’d happily welcome it. he’s so close too, his fist getting tighter and messier over the length of his cock and across his weeping slit. 

your hand in his hair tugs harder when he massage your g spot and his teeth graze your clit but then softens, as if you had realized how hard it was but he wants to feel you, wants to feel how badly you want him too and encourages you to do it again by repeating his actions but for longer this time, a relentless touch and hungry tongue that has you screaming his name in seconds, the tug on his hair harder than before.

the groan he lets out vibrates through you both as he tries to cum in his palm so as to not make a mess of his suit or your kitchen but it’s so much and electrifies his body for so long. like it had with no one else before. there's a part of him that already knew that would be the case. he had never met anyone like you or that affected him the way you do.

he hardly leaves from between your legs as you both come down, the ministrations of his fingers easing but ensuring you ride out every single second of your pleasure, his lips on your clit becoming sweet kisses rather than devouring licks and sucks. he feels your legs shiver and hears your breath hitch at the removal of his fingers from your cunt and with one last kiss and a kitten lick to your clit, he looks up at you, unable to hold back the goofy and delighted smile on his face.

the evidence of your pleasure lingers on your features and in the unsteadiness of your breaths, your adorable shyness coming back as you pull your dress over your pantiless pussy and see the mess you’ve made on his face. and it comes even more so when your eyes travel down to both of his hands sticky with cum and his half hard cock that lay between them. 

your eyes follow their movement as he stands in front of you, that bashfulness turning to something akin to worry but at the call of your name, tender and sugar sweet, you look up and so easily he leans into your lips, smothering that anxiousness.

���i can’t get enough of you,” he says, unable to stop the words from bubbling upwards when it's all he can think about, all he can feel, but he thinks he’d admit much more just to have you keep smiling against his lips like you are now.

with your help his cock gets tucked back into his slacks and the warm water from the metal sink washes away your releases that coat both of his hands. seeing the time on his watch, he quickly dries his hands on a nearby cloth and searches for his phone, patting his pants pockets and feeling your panties but no phone. 

it can wait another minute, he tells himself, pulling your lacie underwear from his pocket and walking to where you were not far away, wiping the little pooling mess he had left on the floor with a rag. he was never really one to be on time anyways.

like it was the easiest thing in the world, he’s on his knees before you once again and you gasp when you turn around to see him in such a position, nearly tripping over him. not that he would let you fall, not without catching you.

“c’mere pretty girl,” he coos, holding your panties in front of you to help you back into them. 

“thank you..” 

you use his shoulders for purchase, stepping one foot after the other, and from under your dress he pulls them up your legs, savoring the feeling of your soft skin until it rests securely on your hips and he hears his phone ding from somewhere to his right where he had left his jacket.

“work?” you ask with a pout as he stands to his full height, towering over you.

he wasn’t ready to part from you either and takes his time before retrieving his phone, instead pulling you into his arms and kissing you softly, the taste of you still lingering on his lips.

“afraid so sugar,” satoru presses his lips to your again, hesitant to move but knowing he doesn’t have much more time. another breathless moment passes and he pulls away from you, the sound of a text coming through just as your lips break apart. 

“what do you do for work as a ‘businessman’? anyway” you ask, using the title he had given you all those months ago and he isn’t quite sure what to say. not when it feels like there’s something on the line, something to lose, if he gives the wrong answer. 

he’s never been in this position before. though he can’t say it's the first time these questions have popped into his mind. he was just usually better at ignoring them as quickly as they came. could you still accept him if you knew? would you still look at him like you do, like you see the good in him and think he can still be loved? does he dare try? his mind is running a million miles an hour but it only takes him a moment to recover and he slaps on an easy grin on his face.

“i’ll have to tell you in more detail next time,” is all he can say for now and he’s grateful when you tease him in return and use his words from the night before against him.

“next time? already want to see me again?”

his reply comes in the form of a deep chuckle and a slow kiss that has you clinging to him and staring after him when he goes to grab his jacket. just as he’s pulling his arm through the last sleeve of his suit jacket, the bell above the store door jingles.

“it’s probably miwa,” you note and head for the front of the store, smoothing over your dress like it might help cover up what happened back here. there’s hardly any evidence aside from satoru himself but he thinks it’s cute nonetheless and unlocks his phone as he watches you walk away.

a couple of texts from suguru show on his home screen and as if on queue, he hears the voice of the man himself from the store front. impatient bastard. pocketing his phone, he stuffs his hands in his pants pockets and makes his way to see his best friend meeting.. his what? crush? that hadn’t quite seemed to fit right but he couldn’t compare you to one of his flings that geto may or may not have met before.

wearing that kind smile and friendly eyes that most could not ignore, suguru is near the front of the store, giving you his full charm. his face shows over your shoulder as he talks to you and offers you his hand, along with his name, but he finds gojos eyes quickly. 

“satoru,” he greets wearing that face that says ‘you shit head, i know what you were doing’ but gojo pays no mind to it as he takes a place next to you.

“suguru, you’re always so impatient,” satoru whines and throws his arm around his friend and scolds him for how he better not have scared you coming in like this. “this is my business partner and best friend,” satoru introduces you with a smile.

“nice to meet another one of satorus friends,” you greet sweetly and he feels his stomach flutter at your honest smile as you give your name to suguru and shake hands. “i know you’re in a hurry but i’m gonna go get something from the back for you to take with you since you.. ahem.. satoru said he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.”

as if you were trying to hide your flustered state at the remembrance of what he absolutely would have considered a meal, you hurry into the back, flashing a smile at satoru before leaving them standing alone, the atmosphere between them growing cold in the morning light shining through the large windows.

suguru shrugs off satorus touch and looks at him seriously, like he’s trying to see through his friend, find out what some secret that gojos keeping close to his chest. one he no doubt already suspected. “what do you think you’re doing with her satoru? it’s not like you to get so hung up on some girl you’re fucking-”

“that’s not what this is,” satoru replies sharply before he can stop the words or pick better ones that help him pretend it's not more. what's the point of denying it to geto anyways? his voice quiets. “we haven’t slept together.” well not really anyway. “she’s.. different.”

“that’s dangerous satoru,” suguru warns, his gaze moving towards the rustling coming from the kitchen beyond them and gojos follows. “you need to be careful. for both your sakes.”

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STRAY KIDS X CLICHE MEETCUTES - YANG JEONGIN

word count | 0.9k

warnings | food mentions

now playing . . . appointments by julien baker

AN // the final part !! i hope you've enjoyed

the other meetcutes!

you didn’t know why, but you were not in a good mood today. no real reason behind it, no good excuse for the nasty look you had given the old lady in the street who almost bumped into you. you hadn’t slept badly, no one had said anything particularly mood-ruining, but something in you seemed to have just decided that you were not going to be good company for the next 24 hours.

you didn’t feel like spending time with anyone, didn’t even feel like looking at people, all you wanted was to head to the convenience store, grab your favourite ramen, take it home and let your grumpiness melt away with a dozen or so episodes of your favourite anime. 

headphones on and hood up, you made a beeline for the aisle where you knew the noodles would be waiting for you. you were lucky, there was only one original flavour left, if you had been even a minute later you might’ve missed your chance.

as you reached out a hand to grab the packet, a muffled voice breached your space. you couldn’t hear what it had said over your music, so, reluctantly, you pulled your hood down and removed one earphone, not wanting to mislead whoever had spoken into thinking you might want to have any kind of real conversation. 

you faced the voice, and the human it had come out of, and made an ‘i’m-sorry-what-did-you-say?’ face. 

‘“damn, is that the last pack?”’ he repeated sarcastically. the guy was around your age, and clearly thought he was hilarious, though with your current mood, you were less inclined to think so.

‘uh, yeah, i guess so, sorry.’ you weren’t sure that your response would be much more intelligible than his voice had been, but you really just weren’t in the mood to converse, even if you were denying this guy the privilege of eating what was, as any intellectual would know, the superior instant noodle option. 

he didn’t look particularly satisfied with your answer, and tapped you gently on the arm as you walked away.

‘i know this is probably really annoying, but are those like, your absolute favourite? i haven’t eaten them in a while and they’ve like my all-time greatest ramen.’

he did look apologetic as he begged you to exchange, and you found yourself almost feeling willing to make some sort of a compromise, but they were your favourite too. 

‘kind of, yeah, i’ve tried all the variations but none of them are really on the same level.’ 

‘ugh yeah, you’re so right, i remember thinking that the crispy chicken one sounded really good when they first announced it but i tried it the first day and it was just… bad.’ 

you suppressed a laugh, finding it funny how intensely serious this random man seemed to be about his taste in ramen, before realising that you couldn’t really talk, considering that you still had no intention of sacrificing the packet. 

‘how about this,’ he began, re-energised somewhat by the apparent genius of his idea, ‘you let me have the original, but i’ll pay for whichever other one you decide to get.. no? okay how about i buy you three more packets then?’

he seemed genuinely convinced that this was a good deal - at least until you pointed out that you didn’t want three packets of random sub-par ramen when your favourite would probably be back in stock the next day. 

the man had just opened his mouth to try and offer a different reason why you should give up the noodles when a middle-aged man entered the aisle with the pair of you.

‘sorry you two, you don’t know if they keep the original flavour somewhere else do you?’ he noticed the packet in your hands, ‘ah, i must be too late, my daughter told me they tend to go quickly, nevermind.’ 

he began to leave and you caught your new debate partner side eyeing you as he walked away. maybe you weren’t feeling quite as icy as you thought.

‘excuse me,’ you called out, ‘you can have these, i hope your daughter enjoys them.’

the middle-aged man tried to object, insisting that you kept them, but you were sure. 

‘it’s fine really, there are plenty of other good flavours.’

he smiled and thanked you, turning once again to go and pay. 

‘plenty of good flavours? so there are plenty of good flavours now?’ you rolled your eyes, but he continued, ‘what is it about that guy and his daughter that’s so deserving of the world’s most magical instantaneous ramen noodle experience?’

‘maybe i can buy you three other packets to make up for it,’ you suggested dryly, picking out another flavour at random and moving to go and pay yourself.

‘hey wait up!’ the voice came from behind you, followed by a quiet rustle suggesting that he too had bitten the bullet of semi-disappointing ramen.

‘i’ll pay,’ he said once you were back walking in step, ‘cos i was so annoying about it earlier.’ 

you tried to object but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, taking the packet from your hands easily and beginning to scan the barcodes. 

‘besides, if i pay, this can officially be our first date.’ 

he tried to wink at you, failing miserably and instead awkwardly blinking in your direction, but you laughed and went along with it, agreeing to sit outside with him as the sun set over the river. 

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The Hate Formula

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living in the same building, across from each other shouldn't be much of a problem, right? But how come you and Joe tend to always push each other's buttons every day? Is it because you both truly just hated each other or is it because there was something more to it?

Author's Note: Decided to upload this a little early because I'm going to be busy next week at work! Here's more chaos... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

As much as you tried to find comfort and ease in the thoughts that you kept telling yourself, your heart still felt heavy the moment you entered your apartment building. Looking back, you watched as Garrett gave you an apologetic smile before walking away. You felt your heart drop to the floor, and you couldn’t seem to pick it up with your own hands. It was almost like you were just watching it beat slowly until it shattered. You knew that you were dreading about this in the first place when Sara first introduced you to Garrett, but you really thought there was something there. You thought after giving this a chance, he was going to make you happy. 

You were wrong. Again. 

Taking a deep breath, you felt your legs finally give up as you sat on the bottom steps of the staircase. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander and asked yourself if you were just going to be a second choice all the time. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were ever going to find someone who wouldn’t leave you this easily. 

Was there something wrong with you? Was there something that you were doing that made them treat you like this all the time? 

You didn’t want to go upstairs yet because you knew Sara was going to ask how your date went, and you honestly didn’t have the energy to really explain what just happened. You just wanted to drown yourself in your own fatalistic thoughts. You just wanted to have your own space for a moment. 

“It’s a nice place you have here.” The woman intertwined her fingers with Joe as they entered the building. 

He smiled at the woman and paused for a moment when he saw you sitting at the bottom steps of the staircase. He watched as you hung your head low and played with your fingers. You looked crestfallen, and he couldn’t help but wonder what happened. This was the first time he saw you like this. 

Slipping his hand away from the woman, he turned around to face her, giving her an apologetic smile. 

“You know what?” Joe set both of his hands on her shoulders and turned her around towards the doors. “I’m sorry, I just remembered I needed to do something tonight.”

“Wait, what?” The woman furrowed her brows as she stumbled on her feet, while Joe pushed her out the door. 

“Yes, I’m sorry. It’s great getting to know you though.” Joe waved goodbye at her as she scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. 

Joe didn’t really care about the woman being pissed at him. Most of the time, he was always used to that constant reaction he would receive. However, it was your reaction that was worrying him at the moment. Turning around to face you, he slowly walked over to you. Joe stood there for a moment, oblivious how to start the conversation. Then, you gazed up at him and he saw the unshed tears in your eyes. He felt his heart crack a little bit. 

You scoffed at him when you saw his presence in front of you, rolling your eyes in annoyance. 

“I’m not in the mood to fight tonight, Joe.” 

Joe let out a deep breath and sat next to you on the steps. You gave him a side eye as you moved yourself farther, making him chuckle softly and shake his head. You were acting like he had some cooties or something but honestly, he was the last person you wanted to talk to tonight. 

“Who said I’m here to fight?” Joe said.

You stared at him and didn’t say anything before looking away and looking down at your feet. Joe cocked his head to the side, his eyes studied you, and he wondered what happened for you to look like this. It wasn’t like he was stalking you or anything but the last time he saw you this afternoon, you seemed happy when you left with a man from your apartment. 

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked, his voice sounded soft and genuine.

You couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head. Did he really just ask you what was wrong? Why did he care if you were all in your lonesome tonight? 

“Are you here to make fun of me? Because I’m not in the mood for that either.” You argued. 

“No… I’m here because you look like you’re about to burst into tears any time now.” Joe said. 

You furrowed brows together, confused. “Why do you even care? Don’t you have some girl to fuck tonight?” 

Joe didn’t want to press the subject on you because he could see the devastation in your eyes. You didn’t have to explain anything because from the looks of it, he already had an idea as to what happened that could make you react like this. 

He has seen it. 

He has seen it twice now. 

He knew because the two times that this reaction of yours washed over your face was because of him. The first time was when he first met you when you just moved in and the second time was just a few days ago when Mrs. Johnson had come knocking on his door, and you ended up spilling out something that Joe knew you didn’t mean to. 

“He doesn’t deserve you.��� Joe stated, his eyes staring deep into yours. 

You didn’t understand what was happening. Why was Joe wasting his time on you right now? Why was he here next to you right now? Why did he even care? You couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just an act. He was an actor after all. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was just part of the act, so he could look good in front of everyone else. 

“And how do you even know that?” You asked, a hint of bitterness in your voice. 

Joe shrugged and stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking of the right words to gather in order for him to answer your question. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire that was slowly burning inside of you. 

“Because you’re more than just someone who they fuck and then tells you that they don’t want anything to do with you.” Joe replied. “You’re intelligent, headstrong and have a good heart.”

Your lips parted as you stared at Joe, stunned. You have never seen this side of him before. His chocolate button eyes were staring into yours, and he seemed so different. You reminded yourself of what you told yourself two years ago. You reminded yourself about the promise that you would never believe anything that Joe would tell you because from the first time you met him, he was always a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted. He was just charming you, and you couldn’t help but think how vile he was that he would use your lowest moment in order to get to you. 

Besides, why the hell would he say all of that anyway? If there was a part of him being genuine, how the hell did he know all of that about you? He didn’t know you that well. He never interacted with you unless the both of you were arguing in the middle of the hall. He had no right to be giving you some advice when he didn’t even personally know you. 

“Are you stalking me?” You asked, one brow raised at him.

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly. His small dimples indenting his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked when he was smiling.

Wait, what were you doing? Why were you thinking about this right now?

“Do you think I haven’t seen the men you brought back in here for the last two years, love? They all don’t deserve you.” 

There it was again. 

That stupid nickname that he kept calling you. A frown plastered on your face as you listened to the sentence he just told you. 

“And who deserves me?” Your voice sounded challenging. 

Joe moved closer to you, and you couldn’t really move anywhere else since you were already in the corner. It was a dead end. His face was inches from yours as his brown eyes twinkled. You swallowed the emotions that were slowly coming up in your throat as you watched him study you for a moment. The air suddenly felt thick between the two of you, and you were frozen in your place, feeling your heart pound hard inside your chest. 

You saw how Joe clenched his jaw. You saw something in him that you haven’t seen in a long time. It was almost like a version of him that you only saw when you first met him. Then, the last couple of years, it was a different version that he had been putting up. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was true. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were actually seeing the real Joe, or this was just your emotions fogging up your brain right now. 

“Someone who could see the real you.” Joe murmured, his eyes staring at your pink lips before gazing up into your eyes. “Someone who could see your own potential and doesn’t get scared because of it.”

Your own potential? What did he see in you?

Moving your face closer to his, your eyes studied his facial features. 

“Well, good luck with that because that’s impossible.” You said, staring into his eyes before getting up from the steps. 

Just right before you could walk away, Joe gently curled his hand around your wrist. You couldn’t help but hitch your breath from his touch and slowly looked over your shoulder to see that he had gotten up from where he was sitting. His eyes staring into yours and twinkling with sincerity. 

“I meant what I said.” Joe said sternly. 

Pulling your wrist away from his touch, you swallowed the emotions that were resurfacing from two years ago. Then, your reminder about not to trust anything he said echoed in your mind. You kept your lips shut as you gave him one last look before walking away. 

You thanked your little stars above when you entered the apartment and found it dark and empty. The city lights outside the tall glass windows reflected through it, and you didn’t bother turning the lights on. You would just feel more exposed, and you didn’t want that. You made your way towards the bathroom and ran the warm water, finding your naked body on the marbled floors later on that night. You hunched down as you pulled your legs close to your chest and wrapped your arms around it. When things like these happen, you let yourself dwell on the disappointments and sadness for about a day before picking yourself back up. 

It wasn’t like you and Garrett had been seeing each other long. It only has been a week, but you couldn’t help but let yourself wonder if you were ever good enough for anyone. If you were ever going to be a first choice. As time went on, you could feel your skin getting all pruney from the water, and you weren’t sure anymore if the water running down your cheeks were from the shower, or they were your tears. 

Probably both.

Sliding underneath your covers that night, you grabbed your pillow and wrapped your arms around it, letting yourself feel all the emotions you were feeling until you were too tired to think and sleep overtook you. 

The next few days were eerily quiet. It wasn’t what you were used to at all. You haven’t told Sara about what happened between you and Garrett. You felt as if it was too embarrassing to talk about. You kept telling yourself that one day, you’d let her know. Besides, she would probably start questioning soon when she starts noticing that Garrett wasn’t taking you out on dates anymore. 

Although, the stillness in the apartment building was what was bothering you more. Not that you didn’t like it. You were actually glad that you weren’t bumping into crying or angry girls every time you came home from work because Joe had probably told them it was just a one night thing. It was on the second week where you noticed the quiet stillness of the hall. No doors getting slammed. No woman yelling at Joe. 

Maybe he wasn’t home.

You were slowly starting to realize that ever since that little odd conversation you had with Joe in the lobby, you haven’t seen him for a while. 

Then when Saturday night arrived, a sudden knock on your door interrupted your movie night with Sara. The both of you exchanged looks before shifting your eyes towards the clock. It was sort of late, and you wondered who was knocking on your door at this hour. 

“I got it.” You told Sara, getting up from the sofa. 

The moment you swung the front door open, you found Joe standing in front of you. A soft smile tugged on his lips, and he was carrying two packages in his hands. 

“The mailman was dropping off packages downstairs and thought I should just bring yours up too.” Joe handed the packages to you. 

“Why are you doing this?” You knitted your brows, staring at the packages he was holding in front of you. 

Was this one of his games again? Because you were sort of tired tonight to even deal with it. You just wanted to relax with Sara and finish the movie that you were watching. 

“I don’t wanna get kicked out, so I’m being neighborly friendly.” Joe shrugged. 

You folded your arms in front of your chest, raising one brow at him. 

“She said to be civil. You don’t have to do all of this.” 

“Yeah, but I want to.” Joe handed the packages towards you again as you stared at it for a moment, acting like he put some sort of explosive device in there. 

Grabbing the packages from him, you felt Joe leaned in close to you. It made you hitch your breath again, remembering his soft touch from two weeks ago when he had held your wrist and told you all those nice words. You still didn’t believe what he told you, but you couldn’t help but glue it inside your brain. 

“I hope you enjoy your new toy.” He smirked. 

You knitted your brows, wondering what the hell he was talking about until you felt the package that was underneath the other box. It was the little vibrator you bought last week, and the company you bought it from had packaged it in the shape of the toy. Your eyes widened, looking down at it before slowly gazing back up at Joe, who was smirking at you. You felt the blood rushed to your face, your nostrils flaring from anger from the way Joe was teasing you right now. 

You knew he had an agenda!

He wasn’t here to be “neighborly friendly!” He probably saw the package being dropped off downstairs and saw the packaging and took the opportunity to piss you off. 

“You’re such an ass!” You exclaimed, dropping your packages on the floor and grabbed your slipper, throwing it at him. 

“Hey!” Joe laughed, using his arm to dodge the slipper you threw at him. “I don’t blame you! Those men aren’t giving you what you need.”

You groaned in frustration, standing there, looking at him full of anger. Your eyes were literally lit as if a whole wildfire burned inside of you as Joe ran back towards his apartment, while you picked up the slipper on the floor and threw it at him again, hitting him at the back of his head. You picked up the other pair from your foot and walked towards him as Joe turned the doorknob of his apartment, only to find it locked. He curled his hand into a fist and banged on the door, looking over his shoulder to find you about to launch the slipper at him again. 

“Mate, open up!” He called out. 

Right before you could throw your slipper, his front door opened and he quickly ran inside, shutting the door behind him as you groaned in frustration. Walking back, you picked up your packages and slammed the door behind you.

“Seriously, I don’t want to get kicked out of here!” Sara scolded you as she poured herself some hot tea. 

“He is nothing but an ass, Sara!” You exclaimed, dropping the packages on the table. “He comes in here all nice, only to piss me off at the end.”

Sara shook her head and knitted her brows together as she stared at your packages. 

“Damn, they really didn’t know how to pack that.” She picked up the package that was shaped as your vibrator, suppressing a slight chuckle. 

“Right?!” You looked at it before Sara dropped it back on the table. “I mean what the fuck?!”

Sara cocked her head to the side and stared at you in wonderment. You ripped your packages open and threw the boxes away on the bin before looking back and saw the look Sara was giving you. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Is… Is Garrett not… good?”

You bit your lower lip and realized that you haven’t told Sara what happened because you were too embarrassed to talk about it. You knew this day would come and there was no getting out of it now. 

“He…um…” You cleared your throat. “We’re not seeing each other anymore.”

“Why?” 

You took a deep breath and said, “He went back to his ex.”

Sara placed down her mug on the table as you saw her shoulders immediately slumped down from the news you just told her. 

“I’m so sorry.” Sara said, reaching for your hand. 

“It’s fine.” You squeezed her hand gently. “Things just don’t work out sometimes.”

As much as you spent that night crying in the shower and crying yourself to sleep, you didn’t want any sympathy because you knew it would just make you feel even worse. You gave her a small reassuring smile as she pulled you into a hug. 

“I’m more frustrated with that asshole from across the hall.” You changed the subject, scoffing as you parted from the hug. 

You sighed and flopped yourself back on the sofa, while Sara settled next to you. 

“I didn’t know that asshole had a roommate. I don’t know how he deals with him.” You mentioned as Sara played the movie again. 

“He does?” Sara pursed her lips, her eyes laser focused on the television. 

“Someone opened the door for him when I was trying to throw a slipper at his head.” You murmured, letting your shoulders finally relax. 

“I didn’t see the face though.” You added.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Sara’s voice was almost a whisper. 

You turned to her and saw that she was too focused on the movie that was in front of her. You figured maybe she didn’t want to talk about this anymore. 

“Me neither.” You murmured, ending the conversation. 

You could tell she was getting tired of these games between you and Joe, and you felt bad for making her feel that way. Even after you had promised you would try to be civil with Joe, you still ended up screaming at him again in the middle of the hall. 

Then, the thought of Joe seeing your new shiny little toy earlier got your cheeks all flushed. You felt embarrassed that he actually saw that. You couldn’t help but blame the company that packed that because what the fuck? Not like there was something wrong with you wanting to touch yourself and giving yourself pleasure from time to time. You were just a girl, and you have your needs too.

Maybe Joe was right. 

The men you dated never really gave you what you needed. Even with Garrett. You had a good time with him, but you felt like there was always something missing. You just couldn’t figure out what it was. 

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[yoonjae20]

“Yes”, he says curtly, “Who are you anyway?” The boy seems to pick up on the sudden mood shift because his smile is a bit tight and sad around the edges as for the first time in their conversation he turns away from Hitoshi, prompting to look out the window instead, a faraway look in his eyes like he is reliving some sort of memory. “I wonder…”, the boy mumbles before he shakes himself out of his stupor, plastering a fake smile on his face as he faces Hitoshi again, “I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I bothered you…”

It’s only when a mechanical voice announces the soon arrival of his subway the boy looks up and Katsuki’s spit gets stuck in his throat. He knows these eyes. Has never forgotten them. It’s the same green that is proudly displayed against his hero suit, the same green that will haunt him for the rest of his life. He opens his mouth to say something, anything but it’s like all air has left his lungs. He chokes as he watches the subway slowly arrive and only when it is about to cover the boy he forces out a loud “Izuku!” The boy’s gaze snaps in his direction and when Katsuki sees the recognition in them he knows he’s right - he finally found him - but then his face gets covered by the subway.

Two art pieces/comics I did for my 5+1 Oneshot Lacuna! It's inspired by the one writing prompt that asked "What about the people outside the time loop?”

[rosicheeks]

🙃

[eddiesghxst]

no eddie really is a boob guy. like he loves ur tits so much. he says they’re his best friends and he talks to them all the time and you’ve learned to just ignore him as he has “girl talk with his girls” (as he refers).

the first time he saw your tits, you were straddling him on your couch and he went blank for a moment as his fingers dug into your hips before smoothing up your sides to grasp at your chest, squeezing the warm flesh and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “oh…oh yeah…we’re gonna be really good friends.” at the time, you didn’t know he was actually talking to your tits and not you.

when he’s had a long day he drapes himself over you and mumbles into your shirt covered chest, “can i talk to the girls? i miss them.” and when u nod and he wiggles his way under your shirt, you nearly roll your eyes at his dramatic sigh. “hi babies, did you miss me? i missed you. you look great today, i’m loving this color on you.”

you smile to yourself as you listen to him go back and forth with himself. “what’s that? god, i know, you must hate being in this restricting cage, one moment i’ll talk to her.”

his head pops up from under your shirt and your eyebrows raise in indication that you’re listening. “they want out the bra babe. said they’re feeling claustrophobic in there.” “did they?” “mhm.” “mm, well tell them i apologize, they can come out.”

he winks and then he’s gone again. “good news girls, you’re free!”

[jo-harrington]

“Wish I had never been born” but not in a “kill myself” kind of way. “Wish I had never been born” in a “neither of my parents should have been allowed to procreate” kind of way.

How many D6’s of psych damage do I need to roll God? Jesus fucking Christ.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

sorry for disappearing (it will happen again)

[just-call-mefr1es]

my room looking and being messy like this is honestly a mood and I live for it

[mushiewrites]

8:54am thoughts (bc I can’t control myself today apparently)

dream is being tkled silly by sapnap and george on his tummy, which causes him to thrash and turn and do tons of kickies

dream starts to whine and they think it’s because he’s coming to the end of his stamina, completely tkled out, but when they stop dream just looks up with the biggest puppy eyes and goes “why’d you stop?”

which completely melts sap and george, and they coo ever harder when dream finally stutters out that he was whining because he wishes he could just stay still to get more tks 😵‍💫🫠

[theswedishpajas]

Man-

There are random people online and ones I’m mutuals with or random people I interact with more than others in discord servers and stuff who I want to like, befriend properly

But the way I interact with people doesn’t allow for me to really spend time with them enough to build a true friendship, especially because one-on-one messaging stresses me out and annoys me 99% of the time (unless I’m the one to initiate, which rarely happens)

I love talking in groups, puts less pressure on me, but it also allows me to just not pay proper attention to individuals as much as I’d like?

Idk, I just wanted to ramble a little here as a lil note that if we’ve ever interacted and it was positive, I really appreciate you and would most likely love to get to know you personally cus I just really like knowing people, but my brain is stinky and rude so I prolly won’t ever take a proper first step to approach you about it but you ARE in fact my friend in my heart.

[an-internet-introvert]

My god, is 4pm to early to go to bed because god it has been a long weekend

[teethgnashing]

i need to stop talking abt body image issues with people who don’t have a double chin