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strombolifanxxx123 · 3 months

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sturniolo triplets murder mystery (ps. This is my first one and there are a few errors in this so , sorry!)

One day , Matt decided to invite his friends over for a catch-up- as they haven’t seen each-other in over two months.

“Hi guys come on in”, nick says as Nate , Madi , Maddison (beer),Justin , baylen and Larray walked in . “Matts in the other room getting ready , apparently he wants to play this game but I don’t really know what game” nick says in confusion. After a few moments , Matt walks in with a board game labeled “murder mystery”.

“CHRIS GET THE FUCK IN HERE” Matt yells excitedly , DESPERATE to play this unopened game , unheard of at that .

Silence filled the room as Chris walked in. Nothing. At all.

“Let’s get this started” larray says breaking the excruciatingly awkward silence. Nothing was gonna break game night for Matt , or so he thought.

“Ok so I’m gonna hand out cards once I shuffled them , then read your card and if it says murderer then you grabs the fake knife when everyone closes their eyes . The sheriff card grabs the fake gun and closes their eyes again. Once you do that rounds will come and the game is slow and descriptive so it’s a little bit longer if you don’t mind” . Matt explains the rest and shuffles the cards , placing the, out one by one in front of each player . Everyone looked at their card expect for Matt , who was the reader , and he said to everyone “close your eyes , no peeking. You’re in a dark room , the murderer, open your eyes . Justin revealed his brown eyes shining in the light . “Pick up an excuse card” Matt says in the eerily lit room. “Murderer , grab the card and the knife . Read the card and place it down. Murderer , close your eyes. Sheriff, open your eyes. Grab a reason card (a revenge card) and read it . Place it back down . Chris opens his ocean blue eyes revealing a world of new heaven. “Grab the gun now. Sheriff , close your eyes”. Matt explains the rules again and tells them to open their eyes. “EVERYONE, MAKE AN EXCUSE!Madi , why you so sad?”

“Umm… my… my dad! He is…ill! Yep suuuppperrr ill.” She says stuttering along the way.

“Nick , why are you so down today?”

“Our dog Trevor had to be put down , he was super ill :( “ nick said even pulling off a few teardrops.

“Lovely now Justin , what’s your excuse.” Matt repeats himself over and over again.

“My mom was murdered and I just feel so sad and lonely and I don’t know how to express it,” he says in a rather convincing voice.

“Now Maddison , what’s got you feeling so low?”

“My uncle was hit by a truck and I’m just so sad because I knew him all my life and I knew him more then my mom even.”

“Larray , why you got an upside down frown?”

“Well I’m being made fun of because of my race but I asked to fight and they said I’m getting arrested for nothing.”

“Nate! That smile isn’t good , why you like this?”

“Well my family just disowned me and my loved ones are dying and I’m just so upset.”

“Ok everyone stick to your source. Close your eyes. The room goes darker , you can’t see anything!” His words were cut off by the swoosh of the wind , taking out the candle flames that were previously lit.

“Brrr , it’s so cold. The murderer needs a coal replacement , they rad out , the only thing that would work is…BLOOD. The murdered has 15 seconds to choose who to kill.” Matt says . Justin opens his eyes , incredibly disturbing thoughts overrule his mind.

“I hate nicks attitude so maybe him”

“But Chris is SO energetic”

“Matts just my fav so no”

“I don’t know madi that well”

“Nate has a weird ass receding hairline”

“Larray just screams ho3”

“Maddison is just. No”

“5 more seconds murderer” Matt said waiting for Justin to decide , who should die , the first round.

He wrote down a name and immediately closed his eyes.

Matt went over to the person Justin chose and whispered in their ear, “lay down , you have been killed . Everyone open your eyes.”

Everyone opened their eyes and immediately was shocked to see MADDISON BEER laying on the hard ground ,Maddison got up and picked up a reason of death card.

“It says , was thrown off a building, bye bye . Now what?” Maddison questioned curiously.

“You lay there or sit there and say nothing,” Matt says “you’re out”.

The room was silent , not even Matt spoke. The silence was broke when nick said “ Hurry the fuck up Matt or I’m just going “

“OK JEEZE. Now everyone close their eyes , sheriff, open them. You must pick three people to add to your suspect list. Pen , paper , write their names.” Matt said obeying nicks demand and making an EXTREMELY clear statement. Chris whispered “what? Ohhhh now I know.”

“Everyone close their eyes,” Matt said as he received the list of three people on it.

List of names

1. Justin

2. Madi

3. Nick

All three names written down , which one was right? Justin obviously but they didn’t know.

Everyone opened their eyes on depend just to see Maddison was missing. Where did she go?

Nick went to the bathroom upstairs and looked outside the window in disgust .

“GUYS… COME HERE NOW” Nick yells sending a loud thunder of his voice throughout the house “MADDISON IS OUTSIDE BUT… NOT ALIVE!”

“OMG” Matt says confused. “NICK GO HELP HER PLEASE.”

“K.” Nick walks outside and runs over to Maddison.

“Maddison… are you ok?” He asks sitting down by her , feeling worried for her.

“Be…behind you” Maddison whimpers. Her last words. He turns round and sees a masked person holding a knife , about to attack nick.

“HELP ME SOMEONE!” Nick yells in fear as he runs away. Suddenly Matt arrives with a shovel and hits the ,asked person over the head with it , causing them to fall.

“Get inside now!” Matt yells running inside , nick trailing behind him.

“Lock the door… maybe it’s a prank?” Matt says trying to find the best possibility.

“Matt , she was covered in blood , her wrist was broken and she barely had a pulse. She’s gone Matt. And that wasn’t a fake mask. It…was bloody as fuck.”

“NICKKK?” Madi yells wondering where nick was now.

“MADI IM INSIDE QUICKLY COME ON” nick replies. She comes banging on the door and nick opens the door letting her in.

“Thanks Nick.”

“No problem madi.” Nick says , his hands shaking in fear that he was next.

Nate suddenly picked up a reason card for no reason other than he was bored.

“NATE PUT IT BACK NOW!” Nick yells “ It looked like Maddison was thrown out the window. That was her card.”

“Tough shit I already read it,” Nate says showing his card that read “gutted and intestines spread everywhere”.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD NATE YOURE DEAD”

“What the fuck you mean , no I’m not.” His words were cut off by electrical sparks. They lasted for a minute until the only thing you could hear was the agony in Nate’s voice , painfully screaming.

“NATE WHERE ARE YOU?” Matt yells anxiously.

Silence. No response. The screaming , the splattering of something upstairs. Stopped.

Matt started backing up until he reached a corner and he sat down with fear running down his spine. His hands were shaky and tears started rolling down his eyes silently and delicately , another tear drop rolled down his face.

“Matt it’s ok just breathe in , and out ok? In , out” Chris repeats to Matt over and over again knowing he was having a panic attack.

Nick went upstairs and closed the door immediately after he viewed the body of one of his best friends , laying on his bed , blood everywhere and his insides on the outside .

The only thing that was visible enough to read was blood covering the wall and it said “guess who.” What did it mean?

Matt was clearly petrified , struggling to get out of the corner whilst nick blocked the door.

“Get out madi…” nick said still traumatised from the previous event.

“Nick , please ,” madi pleaded but it was no use. He wouldn’t budge. A minute later a card came to Chris’s feet, yet he didn’t grab it. Was it the wind? But the window is shut. He flipped it over and it says “stabbed in the side” he ignored the bottom because he thought it was all bullshit.

“CHRIS WATCH OUT!” Matt yelled pushing him away. A masked figure stood tall behind him and Matt was stabbed in the Sid. Silly Chris the card wasn’t his , it was matts!

“Matt!” Chris cried in desperation to help his older brother.

Matt sat there in pain and he sobbed in agony , hoping someone would help him. All of a sudden , the masked person fell to the ground , holding his side.

“Justin?” Matt said wondering why Justin was holding a knife.

“No no Matt I helped you. He was gonna fucking kill you!” He says trying to convince Matt he was good.

“I don’t… feel so good…” Matt says before falling sidewards , falling unconscious.

“Matt … MATT? MATT!” Chris yelled hoping for Matt to wake up but it was no use , he wouldn’t budge. Chris started sobbing , hoping Matt was ok. He buried his head in his lap , feeling greif wave over him. He sighed in despair , feeling so worried about his brother. Chris looked up to see the masked man… gone? Where was he now… wait… NICK IS UPSTAIRS!

“NICK!”

“CHRIS HELP ME!” Nick said in a teary voice. Baylen ran upstairs hopeful for Nick. Suddenly Chris heard a voice. A voice like… his brother Matt!

“Ch…Chris?” Matt said whilst he tried getting up.

“Matt?!” Chris yelled happy that his brother was awake and ok.

“GUYS COME UP HERE NOW!” Baylen yelled needing to get their attention.

“NICK’S HURT COME QUICK!” He adds on. They dash upstairs and Madi trails behind , hoping the best for her friend. They walk in nicks bedroom where Nate lied motionless , no pulse. He was dead. Nick was laying by the writing and they all read the wall.

“Guess who?” Larray questioned. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know larray,” nick says standing up looking completely fine. “Guess who? Guess who murdered him dumbass.” He started walking closer to the bed covered with blood. He grabbed a knife that was laying there , painted with a red substance. “So? Guess who. Justin! You know?” Nick says swinging the knife by his side.

“Nick?” Justin says teary-eyed. “But why?”

“Why? WHY? DO YOU KNOW HOW IT IS TO BE ME? NO. I’M NEVER HEARD BY ANYONE SO IF THERES LESS PEOPLE TO HEAR , YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME.”

“BUT NICK , YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIENDS,” Justin adds on “FUCK , YOU STABBED YOUR OWN BROTHER.”

“Well there’s too many fuckin’

“Ooh look at Matt this

Look at Matt that.”

WELL NOW , ITS MY TIME TO SHINE,” he said walking up to Justin.” If you were me , you would do it too.” He walks over to madi and stabs her and she drops to the floor in pain.Chris walked upstairs after helping Matt stop bleeding.

“K matts not bleeding and he’s ok. Did I miss something?”

“No Chris , you didn’t,” nick said.

“Why Nick…”Justin said “ JUST WHY DID YOU NEED TO STAB HIM?!”

“NICK STABBED SOMEONE?” Chris said cluelessly.

“Where’s Matt….” Justin asked wanting to know if Matt was alright.

“Downstairs but WHO THE FUCK DID NICK STAB?”Chris asked wanting to be informed on who nick stabbed.

“GUESS CHRIS. WHO WAS TAKING ALL MY SPOTLIGHT ALL THESE YEARS? WHO’S BEEN THE ONE WHO HASNT BEEN BODY SHAMED? WHO’S THE ONE I HAVE A MATCHING TATTOO WITH?”Nick says with tears forming in his eyes.

“YOU GUYS DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL. NO ONE GETS HOW IT FEELS TO BE SHAMED FOR BEING MYSELF. BEING GAY ISNT BAD. I DONT CARE IF WHAT IM DOING IS WRONG , THEY DESERVE IT AND ONCE IM DONE WITH YOU GUYS… ITS GONNA BE ALL ME!” He says feeling no shame in what he did although it was completely wrong.

“Matt?” Chris questioned still delusional.

“WOW YOU CRACKED THE CASE SHERLOCK,” nick yelled sarcastically.

“Yayyyy. Wait. WHATT YOU TRIED KILLING MATT?” He said finally catching on.

“Yea no shit.”

“Nick, stop this,” his words were cut off by a scream… larrays.

“AHHHH” Larray screamed clearly in fear. He only JUST walked in and he didn’t know how to react. Suddenly , Justin remembered madi was laying on the floor after being stabbed.

“OH MY GOD MADI ARE YOU OK?” He asks FINALLY taking notice. Suddenly he felt a pain in his stomach.

“Yea Justin…I’m fine,” madi smirks , taking the knife out of his stomach. She takes nicks knife and stabs her head but she wasn’t bleeding.

“Ugh the fake blood ran out. Anyways don’t worry , it’s retractable. BUT the ones we used on everyone else , was fortunately not. I can’t believe you were all so fucking gullible! I mean , the act was spot on!”

“I wasn’t worried…” Chris said feeling bad for Matt who was limping upstairs.

“So it was you…” Matt says groaning , clearly still in pain.

“Yep! And take a guess why? YOU,” Nick says looking away.

“How is Matt alive? The card said stabbed in side.” Nick said completely oblivious. Matt then showed him a the card. The bottom said…

“Alive motherfucker,” Matt says revealing the card.

“YOU ALL JUST IRRITATE ME SO MUCH.” Nick yells. “I JUST WANT A MOMENT FOR ME,” he says still teary-eyed , a tear running from his eye to his lower lip.

“Nick , I know you’re hurting but I…” Matt says before being interrupted.

“NO MATT. YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Larray ran over to Justin as no one was taking any notice and he saw something in Justin’s back… stabbed twice? Yes… nick was stood over Justin and took the knife out of his back , Justin still in shock.

“NICK WHATS…” Larrays words were cut off by his blood curdling screams as madi starts adding new bullets to the gun.

“Late reaction I guess.” She said looking at his head. The bullet had went though his temple meaning there was no way he was alive.

“Three down… six to go,” nick says swaying a knife back and forth.” So who’s next?”

“Hmmm,” madi mumbles pacing back and forth and the pointing at Justin.”You?”

“Please…don’t…”Justin says as his words weren’t coming out of his mouth clearly. Nothing. He looked…dead… he lay there motionless as blood came gushing out of his stomach and back.

“MATT?” Chris screamed wondering where he was.

“NO NO NO! GREAT ITS ALL RUINED NOW.CHRIS” Nick said pointing the knife at Chris.“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING. TELL ME NOW!” He said trying to get Chris to talk yet it was no use , all he said was

“ NOTHING NICK I SWEAR!”

“Well… in the meantime , you’re next I guess.”

“OKAY OKAY FINE!” Chris yelled trying to stay alive.

“He’s at the front door waiting for you… he has a bat and a knife so be ready…”

Chris said , exposing the blue-eyed boy downstairs, waiting to attack.

“Matt! MATT!” Nick yelled trying to find Matt but he wasn’t there.

“COME ON CHRIS!” Matt yelled , gaining Chris’s attention… but something was off… something in matts voice sounded… different.

“OKAY! Chris yelled and Nick ran upstairs to see there was no one there… where was Chris.

“CHRIS , MATT , GET HERE” nick screeched.

“GET HERE OR POOR LITTLE BAYLEN DIES , “ Madi says as she walked upstairs with a gun to his throat. Suddenly , Baylen dropped to the floor after the weight on his chest (from Madis hands) had lifted and he fell to the floor , finally being released from her. It all came to nick when Matt arrived behind Madi with a baseball bat.Matt wasn’t shouting to Chris , Chris was yelling to himself!

“You fucking prick…” nick whispered as he grabbed madi in his arms and checked to see if she was ok.

“YOU BITCH,” madi yelled at Matt after she got up.

“I hate you Nick. You’re a horrible brother and you deserve nothing other then to go to fucking hell , “ Chris yelled “I FUCKING HAT-“ his words were cut off my the sound of extremely loud sirens.

“What…” madi said cluelessly and nick said the same thing.

“I don’t know Nick , guess who?” A male voice came thundering from behind him.

“D…dad?” Nick said wondering why his father was here.

“Yes , yes . I’m here , I came home early ,” Jimmy said.

“Where the fuck were you!?” Chris yelled and ran to his father and buried himself in his dads arms.

“I went on a trip with your mom but I had to come back early… I came back and I saw blood on nicks windows… I wonder why!” He yelled , holding Chris in his arms.

“Well it’s too late now , everyone’s basically dead.

“No no no , not everyone.”

“Yes everyone , other than madi , Matt , Chris and you but maybe…you guys are next!”

“No nick , you listen to me,” He said walking closer up to Nic and snatching his weapon.” Madi , is already gone!” He revealed the floor behind him to see that madi wasn’t in the room. Suddenly , a deafening screech came from downstairs,

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Nic yelled as he sprinted down the flight of stairs and saw madi tied to a chair.

“Who…” Nic tried to ask before he fell on his knees. A pair of hands on his shoulders pushed him down and a voice came from behind him.

“Nicolas Antonio sturniolo , you are under arrest for the homicide of Nate doe , Maddison beer , Larray Merritt and Justin Carey.

“Wait what about…” his words were shortened as a voice came from over him.

“Me? Forgot about your buddy didn’t ya?” Baylen whispered as Nick stared at him in anger. A couple hours later , they arrived at the police station and nick stared at the camera holding up a sign next to his chest. Madi followed behind and the photographs were stored with all of the rest of them.

“Number 8642019 and 8642020 step up please,” a woman voice came thundering through the speakers. Nick and madi went up and their pictures were taken.

“I have to look pretty for my mugshot!” Madi exclaimed , fixing her hair.

“Well…” Matt said holding his side. “That’s it… i hope.” Nick and madi were taken to their cells.

“For now…” nick yelled through the room.

Would he be back soon?

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le-amewzing · 1 year

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line of sight

Five seasons in and I have a hankering to write about my fav minor charries. -w- *Note: This is set during and after s5e11, "Heroes."

Fic: "line of sight" [FFN] [AO3] [pfio]

Pairings/Characters: pre?onesided?Ian Lim/Kelly Moran, Elise Taylor, Isobel Castille, & Jubal Valentine, with cameos from episodic charries & mentions of others

Rating: K+

Words: ~3,430

Additional info: romance, friendship, angst, fluff, 3rd person POV

Summary: Jubal relies on them in the JOC, to be in the JOC. But it's hard for Ian to focus when Kelly's in that bank.

Only a few minutes have passed with Ian relocated to the conference room to work in anxious peace while he communicates with Trust National Bank's cybersecurity team. Isobel keeps wandering in and out of the room, pacing like a wild animal cornered, her orders sharp like bared teeth as she hovers, as if it'll do him or Kelly or Jubal or any of those hostages any extra good.

Line after line of code sprints before Ian's eyes, and he asks the security rep to repeat himself, because his mind can only take in so much information right now. And his focus is split: Code. Kelly. Code. "Sorry, come again?"

"Look, Agent Lim—"

"Oh." The title sounds wrong to his ears, so Ian can't help but go on autopilot to correct the guy. "Uh, I'm not a Special Agent, just an analyst."

"…Mr. Lim," the rep settles on, "we're digging through the source files as fast as we can, but there are really only a handful of options we have. Your best bet is to find the account holder and use the biometrics as intended." The representative's tone is tired but not unsympathetic.

Ian's fingers leave his keyboard for a moment while he pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, tight. "I understand," he replies through gritted teeth. "Please, just work as quickly as you can and pass along whatever data you can to me. I can't stress enough, how delicate a situation we have at the Brooklyn location."

A pause on their end. "Understood." And then the rep's end is filled with the soft quiet of keyboard typing.

Ian takes that as a signal to resume his end of this work, too. Things are almost peaceful for a bit before his ears prick up, hearing the slightest whoosh of the glass door opening, and he braces himself for Isobel's next useless order that will only add to the weight pressing down on him—

But it's not Isobel. That soft shuffle on the carpet? That belongs to Elise, and his colleague and friend steps inside but doesn't draw close, as though she knows the last thing he needs is someone else hovering. Instead, she places on hand on the nearer end of the conference table and gives it a gentle tap. "Ian, hey."

He spares her a glance and mutes his call with the cybersecurity team as well as his end of the comm with Jubal. "Any chance you're here to tell me things have been resolved out there and I can stop this mostly fruitless endeavor?"

Elise shakes her head. "No…I wish." She goes quiet.

And yet, despite her silence, he can feel her eyes on him. Ian swallows a lump in his throat and clenches his teeth. "Elise," he begins, "is there something else?"

She exhales. It's a short, huffy sort of sound, and it draws his attention back to her. When she catches his eye, Elise asks, "Ian, have you given your hands a rest at all?"

"They don't need a rest. I've only been at it…ten, fifteen minutes, tops."

Elise's eyes widen, and her expression makes Ian question just how much time actually has passed. But Elise's shoulders slacken. "Well, then. Can I fetch you a snack or something to drink?"

He appreciates the thought, he does. "Thanks, but no thanks," Ian answers.

Elise nods and, setting aside whatever drew her to check on him in the first place, returns to the JOC.

Alone again, Ian scans a few more lines of code. But then he decides to give Elise's suggestion a shot, and he lifts his fingers from his keyboard.

When they're not typing, they shake something awful.

That's why he resumes typing right away (after unmuting the cybersecurity team and Jubal's comm, of course), because he's not wholly unaware of the way his nerves are getting to him today. He just— He wasn't ready for Elise to recognize his nervousness, to pick up on it and to empathize.

The thing is, Ian's mind is abuzz with too much right now. He's here, in the adjoining conference room to the JOC, trying to get the info Jubal will need as a fake locksmith so the Salazars won't shoot the place to hell. But his head tells him that he should be out in the JOC, where he belongs, because that's how things are supposed to be. He, Kelly, and Elise are Jubal's three right hands, essentially. Much as he told the cybersecurity rep, they're analysts, not agents. They're not supposed to get caught up in anything. And yet…

If that were true…then Elise never would've had that scare a couple years ago with Vargas. And Kelly—Kelly would not be in that bank, with Jubal, with more than a dozen hostages, being held at gunpoint right now.

His mind works overtime, eyes skimming code while his memories play this morning in reverse. This morning began like any other, almost. It was as close to normal as possible, and Ian had thought it a promising morning, actually, considering he'd started his day with a call from Kelly.

"I…might be a little late," Kelly had said, although Ian heard the tall goof's usual smile in his tone.

"I was actually gonna call you about just that. Jubal's looking for you," Ian had stated. But the lilt in the other analyst's voice caught his curiosity. "Wait, why will you be late?"

"Well, remember the new coffee spot that opened up near my place, with the donut hybrids you wanted to try?" Kelly had sighed. "I thought I'd surprise you and bring in some for us to try, but I had a little altercation at the store, so I'm, uh, not sure I'm exactly welcome there anymore…"

The idea of gentle giant Kelly Moran being involved in any sort of altercation amused Ian then, much as it amuses him now. But that had been before 9AM, and Ian glances at the time in the bottom corner of his laptop's screen and—

Oh. Elise is right. He's been at this for a lot longer than fifteen minutes.

The realization is a sobering one, and he swallows a fresh lump of anxiety just as Isobel pops back in for a status report. Her words can be heard by the cybersecurity team, too, but they're quiet, leaving him to guestimate.

"Ian, Jubal needs a limit he can work with. Give him something reasonable. Something you think is deliverable," she says.

Ian's eyes dart between the telephone and his computer (thankfully his SAC stands behind him so his eyes don't dart to her, as well). "I-I don't know!" he blurts, because it's the honest truth. "Thirty? No, twenty minutes." He raises his volume and speaks with more confidence for Jubal. "Tell them twenty minutes, Jubal."

Jubal mumbles his thanks (risky, but Ian appreciates it—the man's a good boss), and Isobel lingers an extra beat beside Ian.

"I'm doing my best," Ian says—to Isobel, to himself, he's not sure anymore. "There's really no hacking into this system, though."

"There is a bypass code, though, Mr. Lim," the rep chimes in. Pages shuffle and flip on their end.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Isobel releases the breath she's holding. "Good. The second you have it, feed it to Jubal, slowly. We want this to end as quickly and painlessly as possible." And then she disappears back out into the JOC.

Ian, too, releases a little breath, but his eyes follow her out the room, and annoyance now wars with anxiety. Isobel's kept him away from the big screens all morning—for good reason, because if you want this delicate code sifted through, then Analyst Ian Lim is your best bet—but being in here… Being in here is all to help Kelly, he knows. But being in here means he's not out there, keeping an eye on Kelly, seeing what's happening in real time. It's the not knowing that frays his nerves this morning, making it hard to keep his focus on this impossible task of cracking the bank's security system. Not knowing what Kelly is up to is just fodder for the darker side of his imagination.

And, just as more and more ideas of everything that can go wrong multiply in his mind, the cybersecurity team directs him to the aforementioned code. Ian pounces on it and reads the lines that come before and after it. Finally, he starts to feel light—or perhaps it's just that this code is the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

As if she senses the changing winds, Isobel pops back in, and Ian nods. "Then it's game time."

He blanches. They can't rush this. "Five minutes."

"We don't have five minutes."

"If I give Jubal the wrong instructions, that metal grid will slide into place, and the whole system will shut down," Ian rushes, trying to keep his panic from leaking into his tone. "It will make it impossible to breach." He doesn't want to imagine what the Salazars will do if that happens.

Isobel appears to weigh this possibility, too, and she clenches her jaw. "…you've got two minutes," she compromises.

But Ian's not certain he'd call it a compromise. Two minutes, two seconds—time feels irrelevant today when they've got the weight of the world on them.

"Ian, buddy…," Jubal prompts.

Ian nods to himself. "Okay. Connect the USB cord to the main panel."

"Yeah, that's already done." If Jubal's irritated with him at all, he hides it well.

"Now, type in the bypass code." Ian pauses for breath and carefully, slowly reads off each digit, including the dash.

…jeez. To think, all this security and it can be thwarted with a handful of characters entered in a precise order.

When he hears the final beep as Jubal presses buttons, Ian continues, "Good. Now, go to the scanner and—"

But Ian doesn't get to finish. The Salazars' paranoia is getting to the couple, and Jubal and Ian lose precious time while Jubal plays his role as affable locksmith, trying to talk them down, insisting he's "just here to help." Marco Salazar is most suspicious of Jubal, but the wife, Jennifer, is able to get him to focus on the task at hand, to focus on the deposit box.

Once it's safe to talk in Jubal's ear again, Ian clears his throat and supplies Jubal with the scanner's reset code. And…the computer system makes a high-pitched noise.

The Salazars are confused and question Jubal—the deposit boxes aren't opening?—and Jubal sounds just as frustrated. "Uh…I'm not sure…"

The shred of hope Ian got when he learned of the bypass code withers. "Jubal, did you type in the dash?" Silence on the other end. That hope withers away to nothing. "If not, that's why it didn't open. Try to stall," Ian blurts as he shoots back a message to the security team. "I'll see if there's a workaround."

Jubal does his best to play up the blunder and assure the Salazars it can be fixed. But the one camera feed Ian does have, affixed to Jubal's front, lets Ian catch a glimpse of the Salazars in the vault with his boss, and the analyst's hackles go up when he spies the object in Marco's grasp.

"Jubal, do not let him use that crowbar. It'll cause the security grid to activate."

And he hopes his warning gets through. Because, after that, voices rise, Marco starts swinging, and—

And of course the inevitable occurs. The grid drops down with all the finality of a body hitting the ground, and Jennifer Salazar wails in the background. The desperate parents reveal the reason behind their heist—their daughter's being held hostage by others—and Jubal once again tries to talk them down.

But his words aren't in the least bit soothing. The parents start talking over not only Jubal but each other, too. Isobel cuts in, insisting Ian's working on finding a solution but that Jubal needs to stall as much as possible.

Ian scrolls back through the earlier code, searching for something, anything he might've missed. And he does all this while ignoring the sorry look on Isobel's face, because they both understand this is out of Ian's hands now.

(But, Ian notes as Isobel walks back out into the JOC, Isobel's the only one willing to accept that likelihood.)

He catches bits and pieces in the background, of Scola trying to talk to the Salazars at the scene, of Maggie and OA reporting back that they're on the trail of the men who took the Salazars' poor daughter. Jubal, too, tries asking the bank manager to get their IT department to help, but Isobel points out that Ian's already done the same to no avail, that nothing can be done remotely.

The only thing that breaks Ian's concentration now is the feed on Jubal, when Marco tussles with him. In that instant, the sound from Jubal's earpiece fades to a distant whisper, and the Salazars push Jubal out of the vault, back into the bank lobby with Kelly and the rest of the hostages.

And that's when Ian knows. Even if there's a solution for the security system, they're out of time. And, since Isobel's not watching his every move anymore, he springs up from his chair in the conference room and joins everyone else in the JOC, because he has to know. He has to know that they'll be safe.

But Ian's eyes land on the big screens just in time to glimpse his favorite fellow analyst bravely, stupidly stand up, revealing himself not to be cuffed and to be FBI in one fell swoop as he extends his cellphone to Marco. Kelly exchanges a few words with him, somehow steady, but all Ian sees is Marco Salazar's gun aimed squarely at him.

With Kelly's line connected to them, they can hear everything, but that doesn't make it better. Even after Maggie and OA rescue a sedated Ella Salazar, robbing the parents of the need to carry out this plan. Even with Scola and Tiff getting ready to close in from the outside.

But then the team outside the bank is in position.

Marco hesitates the longer he stares Kelly down. The Salazars wonder why the FBI would call Kelly.

Don't tell them, Ian mentally wishes. "Because I'm with the FBI, too," Kelly answers anyway. He assures the distraught couple that the FBI has secured their daughter. "Just take the phone. Speak to your daughter. You'll see for yourself."

"If you're lying…," Marco threatens.

"I'm not. I'm so damn nervous," he says, and some of his nerves leak into his tone in the form of a half chuckle, "I'm gonna drop this phone."

The parents finally trust him and accept Kelly's phone, and that's when Scola's team goes into action, a flurry of flashbangs and broken glass. More screams erupt at the bank, and some of the action is a blur. But one thing jumps out at Ian:

Kelly Moran, disarming and slugging Marco Salazar in two fluid motions, as if he does this every day.

…strange. The action's over, and calm washes over the scene at the bank, and there's a collective sigh of relief here at the office. Yet, somehow, Ian finds himself holding his breath once more.

Ian waits out in the hallway, leaning against the wall opposite the elevators, his arms folded, the index finger of his right hand tapping away against his left arm. His eyes are trained on the carpet, at a point just beyond the toes of his shoes, while he waits for another DING, for a particular arrival.

When the elevator directly across from him chimes, he lifts his head—and frowns, because the carriage is empty. It's not the worst thing in the world right now, waiting. It was hell this morning, waiting while he was chained to his laptop under the guise of "helping"…which didn't amount to much in the face of things.

The elevator diagonally to his right chimes, and the occupant's soft sigh gives him away, drawing Ian from his thoughts. Ian lifts his head again, and this time he does see Kelly. Tired and absolutely worn, but it's Kelly.

The taller man beams at him and meets Ian in the middle of the corridor. "Never been happier to be back on home turf," he jokes.

Ian opens his mouth—there's a lot he'd like to say after this morning—but he's conscious of the subtle tremor still in his hands and shoves them in his pockets before he asks, "Did you just get back?"

They fall into step, on their way to the JOC around the corner at an exceptionally lazy pace. Kelly shakes his head. "No, I've been back for a bit. Debriefing," he elaborates with an apologetic half smile, as if he meant to come into the office right away (or maybe let Ian know, at least).

Ian nods. "That's good," he offers. What else is he supposed to say? He could double-check later, but he's fairly sure there's nothing in the handbook covering when you're accidentally hero of the day.

"Yeah… Not an experience I thought I'd have. But, all things considered…" Kelly purses his lips, and his pace slows. The doors to the JOC are maybe ten feet away, and he glances at them before stepping to the side of the hallway, knowing Ian will join him. "Jubal insisted I go home for the rest of the day." He meets Ian's eyes. "It would've felt strange, though, not setting foot in here today."

Ian grins (and, ah, his facial muscles feel sore—has he grimaced too much today?) at that, feeling more at ease. "You mean it would've felt strange not to hover over my shoulder instead of using your own computer." Funny, too. He spent all morning irritated with Isobel's hovering, but it makes more sense to him, now that he's thinking with a clearer head, that he might've been irritated that she occupied a space typically reserved for Kelly.

They share a laugh at Kelly's expense, and the taller man blows out a long breath. "Fair point. Today, Ian…today was such a strange day. It gave me a lot of time to think…" That big, beaming smile softens into a smaller, goofy one right as Kelly goes quiet.

And Ian waits. He waits and wonders. He wonders if he weren't the only one concerned about that bold yet dumb stunt Kelly pulled with the Salazars hours ago… He wonders if he's not the only one thinking about how often they invade each other's personal space in the JOC… He wonders if he's not the only one thinking about how often they talk and text outside of work, even making almost-plans for coffee-and-hybrid-donut dates…

"I…" His cheeks flush.

Ian's quota for patience with others has been met for the day. But he's got patience in spades for Kelly Moran, so all he does is cock his head forward encouragingly.

Kelly chuckles. "I wanted you to be the first to know: I'm considering applying to be a field agent."

These are absolutely the last words he expected to hear out of his friend's mouth today. Ian freezes and blinks, once, twice.

But Kelly waits. And waits. And waits—holy crap, he wants Ian's approval. Not that he needs it, but Ian's opinion matters that much.

On another day, Ian would be flattered. But all he can do right now is numbly nod, because the last thing he'd sign off on is "Special Agent Kelly Moran."

Except that's precisely what Kelly's dreaming of in this moment. Being a hero, not having coffee dates.

"Y-Yeah…," Ian says. "After today, I can… I can see how that'd suit you…"

And it's hell, because the compliment, this seal of approval, makes Kelly's eyes light up as if it's Christmas. He even scoops Ian up in a big hug, putting him back down on the floor and chattering about applying and what FLETC will be like as they cross that final distance to the JOC.

Ian listens and nods when he's supposed to nod. But his thoughts are back in that conference room, back to this morning, back to when he couldn't breathe because Kelly was out of sight.

They are analysts, not agents. Kelly ran into some grade-A trouble thanks to bad luck today…and Ian fears his becoming a field agent will only invite more of it.

Done for the 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge as well as the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #359: more trouble) in the HPFC forum on FFN. SO. Been with FBI since the beginning, have had some shippy thoughts and feels, but more than that I've had my fav minor charries from the beginning, and Elise, Kelly, and Ian are they. -w- I'm actually surprised I didn't write Elise already, but I had to write this idea when "Heroes" aired. Elise, Kelly, and Ian are sacred to me, *lol*, and I legit got the sense that Kelly might apply to become a Special Agent (à la Timothy McGee, for any fellow NCIS fans), but I also have lowkey shipped him and Ian for a while, esp with the whole invade-each-others'-personal-bubbles thing, and then this fic happened, writing a lot of the ep from Ian's POV. :3c I hope we get to learn more about Kelly and Ian since we got to know Elise better (I LOVE THEM ALL, as well as Papa Jubal, *lol*), and I'm so glad we didn't lose anyone (otherwise I'd be a mess TT-TT). Lastly, some dialogue comes from the episode verbatim. AHHHH, I just. I need to know more about the analysts…! (Also, more Scola, plz. And not just bc he is James Aubrey from Bones by another name. ;P)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#fbi cbs #kellian #ian lim #kelly moran #fanfic #mew writes too much #elise taylor #isobel castille #jubal valentine #also lol halp i need a ship name for my analysts X'D

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Forthcoming

Returning to Mystic Falls for a visit, Elena awakes to find she's been sent unwillingly into the past. Not only does she have to avoid changing past events; she must also deal with a cold and detached Damon who is the only one who knows she's there.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7073903/1/Forthcoming

Chapters: 17

Published: June 12, 2011 - December 31, 2011

Words: 41434

Rated: Fiction M - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Supernatural - Characters: Elena G., Damon S. - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 132 - Follows: 95

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Chapter 1

~Ѱ~

May 2014

"Why is it so hard to pack things neatly in one suit case?" Elena wondered out loud as she stood back from her bed and the massive collection of clothes that suddenly seemed to be fighting her.

While Elena concentrated on the mess while trying to sort it out, a set of masculine arms wrapped around her waist before planting a gently kiss against her pulse, "Perhaps you're trying to take to much? We're only planning on staying a week, Elena," the owner of the voice argued.

Of course, girls and their clothes - she wanted to be prepared for the Virginia weather she missed while attending university. Of course, she wasn't about to admit she might be taking too much.

"Oh, and what are you packing? Black shirt and jeans… at least I'm trying to have diversity," Elena countered before turning to face him, "Damon."

"Hey, that outfit has worked so well for me over the years. And why mess with perfection when it got me you," he gave his usual mischievous smile before wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're outfit is definitely not the reason we are together," she answered back before removing herself from his arms.

"Not even in the top ten?" He asked, following her across the room to in front of her vanity.

"Nope," she smiled as he withdrew her back into his arms, smiling back at her through the mirror.

"Then why, pray tell, are we together, Ms. Gilbert?" Damon whispered, drawing out his slight southern accent.

"Because… I find myself infatuated with you and I might love you," she whispered back before she turned around to kiss him.

Damon wasn't about to waste any opportunity to kiss Elena but dreaded the knowledge he would have to cut it short of the usual average for their kisses, "You're going to make us late for the airport, Elena," he warned as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt.

"I was on time for once before you came in here, Damon," she countered, emphasizing his name just as he did with hers.

"Point taken, but I'm already packed and it feels like your taking forever," he jokingly whined as she returned to her clothes covered bed.

"You're telling me a hundred and fifty year old vampire has no patience?" she smirked as she managed to zip the bag shut.

"For you Elena," he said as he picked up her cases, "I'd wait life times - but we need to get to the airport hence we are kind of in a hurry so - let's go," he finished before pushing her through the door of their apartment flat.

"Welcome home!" Jenna greeted her at the door, Alaric not too far behind.

"Hey," Elena greeted as she embraced her aunt and her future uncle, "So glad we can make it."

Alaric gave her a look at the 'we' part but Jenna spoke first, "Where's your bags?"

"She'll be staying with me." Right on clue, Damon appeared behind Elena with a "pleasant" smile, "Jenna, lovely as ever. So happy you two crazy kids decided to tie the knot after… well, everything."

"Damon what are you doing here? More importantly, what are you doing with my niece?"

"Well, I'm Ric's best man here and… I'm sort of seeing your niece in the romantic sense."

Jenna gave her soon-to-be yet possibly-not-now-after-all-this husband a look before turning to Elena, "I thought you were through with… vampires," she whispered, not too sure of the fact still.

"Jenna, things have changed and… Damon has been there for me," she tried to explain but wondered why she even tried. They knew this was the exact reason they kept this a secret from everyone, well - except Caroline (who told Tyler) and Stefan. She wasn't exactly looking forward to explain all this on top of everything from the past. Elena just wanted to move forward with her future.

"It's just… I knew Damon went to visit you in college but I thought that was just how Damon is not that he… does he?"

"No worries Jenna, my intentions with your niece are honorable," he tried to reassure her before glancing to Ric, knowing his friend knew how he felt about Elena but never brought it up to his girlfriend. 'Way to make things easier on me, Ric.'

"I didn't mean to drop this on you before the wedding I just… we should have thought about this more," Elena admitted as she took a seat on the couch - a new couch in her old home.

"No, no… it's okay. I can… kind of understand. Just a surprise after everything with Stefan," Jenna admitted as she grabbed a four glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Damon would never do that, he couldn't do that," Elena responded as Damon took the seat with her, lacing his fingers with her.

"But on to better and brighter things," Damon announced while gazing into Elena eyes before turning to Jenna and Alaric, "Your wedding."

Elena took a deep breath before knocking on Bonnie's door, Damon's words ringing in her ears.

"She might not be as forgiving as Jenna, Elena. Bonnie has never been my biggest fan."

Yes, but that had been years ago - thought they had gotten past all that as they matured.

"Elena!" Bonnie cried as she hugged her dear friend while Elena eagerly returned the gesture. While years and miles had separated them, seeing one another again seemed to rekindle the relationship even death and tragedy couldn't destroy.

"So glad you've come for Jenna and Ric's wedding. Jeremy is so excited he left as early as he could from campus. Unfortunately, he won't be here till before dawn," Bonnie informed Elena as she led her into the house. Elena knew this house well too - it use to belong to Shelia.

"You and Jeremy are still… doing alright?" Elena cautiously asked, not sure how much detail she wanted into her brother's dating life.

"The long distance gets hard at times but with technology now it's like he's in the room with me. We video chat all the time, can even sync movies to watch them together. It's been okay but it will be so much better with both of you in town. Do you know if Caroline is coming?"

"Yep, with Tyler in tow," Elena answered, not sure how much she should tell. Bonnie and Caroline really hadn't been talking when they went off to college. And Elena only talked to Caroline so much was because they happened to go to school in the same part of the state.

"God, it's been so long since I've been able to talk to her. Glad to here she's still with Tyler. Once they worked everything out they've been good for one another… other than Tyler possibly biting her," Bonnie mused as she fixed drinks.

"So this leads us back to you. How have you been? Hooked up with any college guys I should know about?"

Elena released a forced laugh that sounded too anxious, unfortunately Bonnie picked up quickly on that fact.

"Oh god, you're pregnant?"

Now Elena was just caught off guard. "No Bonnie, you don't have to worry about that. I am seeing someone - someone you know," she admitted, but still delaying the actual truth.

"Oh really? So someone from town but I can't really imagine who - at least anyone off the top of my head… it's not Matt is it?"

"No… no, he never really talked to us after the whole finding out ordeal," Elena paused but Bonnie just gave her a look just asking for her to continue, "Before I tell you exactly who it is you should know he's been really helpful the last year with college and everything. After everything with Klaus and Stefan I don't think I would have gotten through it all without him. He's been there, never giving up and I just thought it was time I stop keeping him waiting and…"

Elena looked up to see Bonnie's stiffen stature and wide eyes - as if everything Elena had said physically hurt her - or maybe Bonnie had become overcome from realization.

"Bonnie?" Elena asked out to her friend, which seemed to snap her out of the shock.

"Damon…" Bonnie whispered before he voice gained strength, "Damon Salvatore? Elena, please tell me I'm wrong or at least, you're joking!"

"Bonnie, I would never joke about something like this." Elena paused to push a strand of hair behind her ear before she rose her eyes to her friend, "Everyone knows how he feels about me and I've grown to feel the same."

"But Elena… how can you be in a relationship with a man whose done… all those things?" Bonnie argued, she could never forget how cruel Damon could be even if Elena was willing to.

"Bonnie, he's changed - you know this," Elena's irritation rising - she thought they were past this, "And most of those things were done to save people we know."

"That doesn't absolve him of everything he's done!"

"I know that but I just thought you would be… never mind Bonnie, I'll see you tomorrow but my trip was long and I just don't have the energy to fight with you," she turned towards the door with a sigh, trying to release the anger before she left.

"Okay, I'll see you at Jenna's in the morning," Bonnie answered, knowing she would run into Elena when she went to visit Jeremy once he got home.

"I'm actually staying at the Boarding House with Damon so maybe I'll see you tomorrow," Elena answered.

"But Elena…" Bonnie began before Elena cut her off, "Bonnie, don't… just don't."

Elena turned back to her friend with a forced smile before she turned and shut the door behind her.

Bonnie watched the closed door for a while after hearing Elena leave in her car before she decided to act. "Sorry Elena. You might think I'm a terrible friend but…" Bonnie turned to her book case to retrieve one of her grimoires, "but you need to remember what kind of person Damon Salvatore really is."

Elena climbed the dark stairs to Damon's room before the door swung open and she landed on the bed.

"Hey," she smiled up into his clear cerulean eyes.

"Hey," Damon replied, smiling - possibly just to be happy to see her or the fact she was comfortable with his vampire powers, "What took you so long? Not that I'm trying to sound like the jealous boyfriend or anything…"

Elena just smiled as she situated herself on his bed before stripping out of her clothes, "Maybe I was out with some hot guy instead of you?" she questioned, playing into his game.

"Really?" he raised his eyebrow in challenge as he magically seemed to appear under the covers beside her, propping himself on his elbow to look straight at her.

"Yes, some hot steamy… fireman," she replied as she tried to stifle her giggle.

"Elena? You take writing courses in college and that's as original as you can get? A fireman, really?" Damon scoffed as he rolled back against his pillow.

"No, I was with Bonnie and took my time getting back here… I just don't want to talk about it," Elena answered honestly as she rested into the crook of his arm.

"She found out we were dating and she wasn't too happy about it," he figured out on his own. Yet when Elena gave him her usual 'look', he continued, "Sabrina is not fond of me and I could see that coming from a mile away - without my vampire abilities."

"Maybe if you didn't call her Sabrina…" Elena countered.

"You guys will be fine by the morning and this whole week you, her and Caroline with be buddy-buddy like old back when before…"

"Before everything happened," Elena finished for him as they settled into each other's arms for the night, "I hope your right," she yawned as she fell asleep after he gently kissed the crown of her head goodnight.

~Ѱ~

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— out of reach | gojo x reader

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

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

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

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

word count: 10.5k

masterlist !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s all a lie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

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

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

“I know.”

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

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think so too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least someone’s had a good day.

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

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

“Hmm.”

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

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

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

“Because where else would you go?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

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

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

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

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

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

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

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

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

You never meant it when you said all that.

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

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

Satoru doesn’t answer.

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

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

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

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

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

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

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

“Satoru!”

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

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

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, wait!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that has to be it.

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

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

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

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

You just need time.

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s a teacher, right?”

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

“I’m not—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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

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

“I...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sugar || Wonwoo

gamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 2.2k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff

note: this is one of my fav one shots I have written lol, its so cute and fluffy and honestly who does not love gamer!wonwoo!!!! Anyway, I hope you like this one it is one of my older ones but a good one (i think), let me know your thoughts <3

drabble game || masterlist

You could hear Wonwoo cursing in his office at his computer screen for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, driving you insane. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded, watching him react to the game he was playing was one of your favorite sources of entertainment. And It was no wonder people tuned in twice a week to watch him play while he streamed.

But tonight, you were due to finish your senior thesis and the words weren’t coming in. You had spent all day working around your apartment, turning over sentences in your head as you thought of ways to finish off your thesis. But when you had sat down in front of your coffee table to finally begin writing after finishing all the chores you had tasked yourself in doing. Your mind went blank. You had spent the following hours writing and rewriting growing even more frustrated when you realized that you had hit a wall.

Slamming your laptop shut, you rested your head on top of your coffee table, tracing over the lines in the wood with your index finger. Listening to Wonwoo’s laughter as he continued talking to his webcam, cursing whenever something didn’t go his way. You sighed wishing you weren’t contemplating barging into the office and pulling out the power chord to his gaming set up, as a means to silence him. Though you knew it would just lead to a fight and as annoyed as you were, that was the last thing you wanted.

Sighing, you got up from your spot on the floor and walked slowly to the office and gently knocked on the door. You wrapped your cardigan around your torso tightly while you waited for him to open it. You knew asking him to keep it down was useless, considering that it hadn't worked before, but you were out of options.

“Yes, baby.” Wonwoo smiled at you widely once he had finished opening the door. His headset around his neck, his round glasses slowly sliding off the bridge of his nose and his hair sticking up in places he had tugged on out of frustration.

“How long are you gonna stay on tonight?” You leaned up running a delicate hand through his hair attempting to fix it.

“Not sure…Seungcheol on too and we just started playing this new game that came out.” He finished pushing his glasses up his nose. “Why, what’s wrong?” He reached over smoothing over the creases that had formed between your brows.

“Umm…it’s nothing.” You shook your head. “But could you at least try to keep it down a little.” You pouted forming prayer hands in front of you. Wonwoo chuckled and pecked your lips softly. “I’ll try, have you finished your thesis yet?”

“Almost.” You smiled widely, hating yourself for lying to him, knowing that if you had told him the truth, he would’ve shut down the game and sat with you until you finished. And you couldn’t do that to him knowing how excited he got for his streams. Remembering how he kept tabs on comments that he’d find funny just so he’d be able to tell you about them later.

“Does that mean you’ll come sit with me when you finish.” He rubbed soothing circles on your chin as he looked down at you with that certain look you could never say no too. “Mhm.” You nodded and pecked his nose making him scrunch it up. “Now go before someone thinks you’ve gone missing.” You shoved him into the room lightly making him laugh.

“Impossible, they know I’m with my crazy, beautiful, sexy, cool girlfriend.” He winked at you as he sat down in his gaming chair, throwing you a kiss as he put on his headset again. You closed the door shaking your head, sighing in frustration as you leaned your forehead against it. Wishing you didn’t care and support Wonwoo’s hobby that had quickly turned into his second job as much as you did.

Knowing you weren’t going to get anywhere with your thesis, you decided to go take a shower. Hoping the hot water hitting your tense muscles will help clear the whirlwind going on in your head.

Feeling a lot lighter after your shower you wrapped a towel around your body. You walked out of your fogged-up bathroom and went to your dresser sitting down. Grabbing your body butter and lathering it around on your legs slowly kneading out the tension, then doing the same to the rest of your body. Once you finished you picked up your towel that had fallen onto the floor and before you could wrap it around yourself again, Wonwoo cursed loudly causing you to jump. You sighed and stormed out of your bedroom, opening up the door to the office and throwing your towel angrily at him.

“What the hell baby?” He exclaimed, jumping slightly from his chair angrily clicking on his computer mouse. “I’m in the middle of a game.” He groaned doing a double-take the second he realized you were standing naked with your hands on your waist in the doorway. You watched as he nervously scrambled taking off his headset and covering his webcam with his hands as quickly as possible, his going wide. “What are you doing, go put on some clothes.” He yelled, whispering.

“I asked you to keep it down…why are you being so loud today?” You said moving your arms around before bringing them to settle on to your hips again.

Wonwoo swallowed and looked down at his computer monitor, you could hear the gunshots from the game and Seungcheol calling out for Wonwoo telling him he needed back up. “Sorry, sorry, sorry…but you can’t just barge in here lookin’ like that.” He stared at you, his bottom lip slowly making its way in between his teeth as he looked over you slowly.

“Why not, they can’t see me.” You challenged stepping into the room. Wonwoo walked back tripping over his gaming chair as he tried to keep his hands on the webcam. “Well now they can’t, I’m covering it.” He retorted, his body at an awkward angle as you stood right in front of the monitor. “Maybe it’s a good thing they see, it’ll teach you to listen to me when I tell you things.” You said putting your hand over his hand feeling his hold on the webcam tighten. “Bet Seungcheol will listen to me if I was standing in front of him like this.” You whispered giving him a sultry look before running out of the room giggling.

You stood outside the hallway with your back against the wall as you listened to Wonwoo frantically try to cut his stream short. “Umm…s-sorry guys something came up, I’ll be back next week.”

“Wonwoo you pussy don’t leave me al—” You heard Seungcheol yell through the mic, getting cut off when Wonwoo shut everything down. You heard the sound of his headset gently hit his keyboard. You leaned over peaking your head in as you watched Wonwoo angrily run his fingers through his hair before looking over at you. “You little minx…get in here.” He demanded as he started walking towards you. You giggled and started running away into your bedroom, while he followed.

You threw yourself on your bed and waited for Wonwoo. “Hi Woo, what’s wrong?” You asked laying down the minute he walked into the room.

“Don’t you have a thesis to finish…what are you getting me so worked up for?” He said bringing his t-shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere in the room.

“I don’t think that was me, baby, that was your stupid games’ doing.” You sat up \on your elbows watching as he continued to undress.

“Do you know how dangerous that was…I could’ve been reported for nudity if you were caught.” He said as he finished taking off his boxers and climbed onto the bed.

“It’s a good thing you weren’t.” You giggled, Wonwoo rolled his eyes and turned you over so you were now laying on your stomach. You felt his palm come down onto your ass causing you to moan out. He leaned down and bit one of your cheeks, a small inaudible gasp leaving your mouth making him smirk against your skin. “If you wanted to play all you had to do was ask love.” He spoke against your skin and slowly kissed his way up your body, reaching over to move your drying hair away from your neck.

“You only ever want to play your games.” You moaned out as you felt him suck onto your neck harshly, feeling another slap land on your ass. “That’s not true…this will always be my favorite game.” He bit your earlobe sneaking a hand around your front resting his hand over your neck. “What do you say baby…want to play?” He tightened his hold around your neck making you gasp.

“mhm, yes please.” You moaned feeling his free hand teasingly run down his back, his knees parting your legs. “Always so respectful for me aren’t you.” He said sneaking his hand in between your legs. “And wet.” He moaned, coating his fingers with your arousal, teasing you slowly.

“Now tell me, love, was this what you wanted when you rudely interrupted me?” Wonwoo removed his hand from around your neck and tugged at your hips bringing you up to your knees.

“N-No.” You whimpered, feeling the head of his cock run through your folds. “I find that hard to believe. You’re all clean and moisturized and wet for me, baby.” He groaned and pressed his head onto your clit. “Just look at how hard you have me.” He finished pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back moaning, feeling yourself stretch around him.

For months your busy schedules had been getting in the way. He has his job at Woozi’s record company and his twitch streams two times a week. And you with your part-time job at the publishing company and going to night classes to finish up your masters, that by the time any of you would get home all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Woo, it’s been too long please move.” You choked out feeling his veins throbbing against your silky walls. “Anything for you my angel.” He grunted snapping his hips into you hard making you scream out his name. Feeling your arms start to give out as the pleasure continued to course through your body, you leaned down on your forearms.

His hips hitting your backside hard yet slowly as he sensually rode out the pleasure the two of you were currently feeling. His cock throbbing the more the two of you started reaching for your high. “I-I’ve missed you.” He moaned breathlessly leaning his body over yours digging his fingers into your hips roughly. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he continued to ram himself into you. You turned your head to the side and kissed him messily biting his lower lip roughly. “I missed you too.” You gasped feeling him hit the sweet spot you knew he loved to play with.

Both of your moans mix with the sound of your skin against his, bounced of your bedroom walls. The headboard of the bed slamming into the wall creating small dents that you were sure you would worry about in the morning. Along with the noise complaint letters you would get during the week from all the angry tenants living in your apartment building. But you could care less, the only thing that mattered was the delicious spread going on in between your legs.

“Touch yourself b-baby,” Wonwoo demanded, feeling the loss of his skin against your back as he lifted up his body. You snaked your hand between your legs and rubbed your clit roughly, as Wonwoo sped up his movements. He set a foot on your bed reaching a new angle in you making you arch your back in pleasure as he helped you chase your high. The coil of pleasure spirals until you burst around him screaming out his name in pleasure. You panted bottoming out looking up over your shoulder whimpering as Wonwoo pulled out of you, releasing his load onto your back milking himself out.

He gave your ass a little tap signaling for you to lay down on your stomach again. He panted laying down next to you putting an arm underneath his head and the other on your upper back. “So much for finishing my thesis tonight.” You said trying to catch your breath.

Wonwoo laughed, shaking his head, drawing small patterns on your shoulders with his thumb. “That’s on you baby.” He leaned over kissing your nose. “Are you feeling better?”

You looked up at him raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean Woo, I’m not sick.”

He sighed, turning his body to face you. “No, but you were stressed out, I could tell the second I came home and when you told me to keep it down the first time.” He brought his hand up over and rubbed soothing circles around your flushed-out cheek. You nodded burying your face into his chest. “I’m feeling a lot better…thank you.”

“Good, now let me run you a bath and then we can sit down together and finish your thesis…does that sound okay?” He scrunched up his nose at a poor attempt to push his glasses up. You smiled helping him and kissed his lips softly.

“Sounds amazing love.”

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jadegrey711 · 3 years

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Hi, I don’t know if your taking requests at the moment but I was wondering if I could get an imagine with Eric Northman where he falls in love with the reader who happens to be Tara Thornton’s sister? Please?

Love your writing❤️😃.

Unexpected

Eric Northman x Black Fem! Reader

A/N: I hope you like this! It’s definitely been a minute since I wrote for my fav vamp boy Eric! So i hope everything is consistent to the seasons. I did more of a first meeting with Eric and Reader, so I hope that’s okay. I also apologize for it being long but I’ve been in a writing slump for so long that I just kind of let it take me where it wanted to go until i ran out of juice for it lol. I hope it’s not too much of an abrupt cut off.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1227

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It had been a month since you'd seen your sister, this mainly having to do with the fact that she was now Vampire. Which you knew she had a hard time adjusting to especially after everything she went through with Franklin. But you think that one of the main things that helped her with her transition was that no matter what you still remained a constant in her life.

Although this was the first time you'd be seeing your big sister in person, you'd called and texted each other constantly making sure that she still had some kind of normalcy in her new life. But from what she had been telling you after that first initial week she had adjusted well enough to be expected and even got a job at the place where her maker worked as a bartender. And that's where you were planning on meeting her tonight; Fangtasia.

You'd never been to a vampire bar. Not that you were prejudiced against them, it's just you never really had time for going out to bars and clubs with school literally keeping your social life shackled. So, you were both excited and nervous. You conveyed your feelings to Tara and she told you that there was nothing to worry about in the bar and if anyone did decide to mess with her big sister she'd take care of them personally.

You laughed her off but told her you appreciated it.

When you walked into Fangtasia it was nothing like you expected it to be. With it's red leather walls and stripper poles evenly spaced out in the place. Not to mention the massive bar that took up most of the space of the right wall and dead center was a stage with a lone chair or could you even call it a chair? It was more like a throne; that was sitting in the dead center of the stage with an obscenely handsome man sitting in it. His long legs spread out almost as if in invitation as he scanned the crowd of swaying bodies of both vampire and human. As he scanned the crowd his intense blue eyes suddenly made contact with yours.

You felt like a mouse staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a snake as you held you captive with those eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken and saw a smirk spread on that stoic marble face. Could he actually hear your heartbeat from this far? And with all of this noise going on in the background?

Suddenly you felt a hand around your arm and were pulled away from those transfixing eyes.

“Y/N!” Tara smiled and instantly wrapped you in a hug. It was definitely a tighter hug than your used to from your big sister but you embraced her back, with a smile on your face.

“Tara! I missed you so much.” you said as you continued to hug her before she pulled away.

“I missed you too Y/N.” she said and you felt your heart expand at the sight of Tara’s genuine smile. “Come on let’s get you a drink. You’re going to need one if you’re going to deal with all these weirdos tonight.” she said as she pulled you towards the bar, without giving you a chance to sneak another peak at the mystery man on the throne.

“Okay so we have to talk about the elephant in the room.” You stated as you watched Tara walk to the back of the bar as she started to pour the both of you drinks.

Tara gave you a quizzical look and she almost looked wary.

“Now does a drastic change in fashion sense come with being a vampire? Or is this just part of the job description?” You let out a chuckle and you felt your heart ache a bit as you saw Tara breathe a sigh of relief, before letting out a laugh herself.

“It’s mainly for the job. So you don’t make the weirdos feel out of place.” She said just as two heavily pierced goths came up to order something at the bar. You quickly stifled a giggle at their pissed off expressions to which TAra just quickly shrugged them off and started making their drinks.

As you were talking with Tara the next thirty minutes you felt this ever present presence behind you like someone was boring holes into the back of your skull, demanding that you look at them.

You swiveled in your seat, trying to find the source. You scanned the club, but felt your eyes mainly gravitate towards the center stage and the hulking presence that was seated there.

You tried not to stare but he evidently had no problem with staring as he scanned down your body; those blue eyes seemingly taking in every minute detail of you. And in return you did the same to him. Taking in the short blonde hair, chiseled jaw and those massive hands; which sent a shiver down your spine at the thought of all of what those hands could do.

“Oh hell no!” Tara shouted, gaining your attention again. “Don’t you dare go messing with Eric fucking Northman, Y/N. He is trouble with a capital crazy “T”.”

“I’m not messing with anyone. But he’s gorgeous, you can’t say that he isn’t Tara.” You defended, feeling your cheeks heat.

“Mhmm.” she said not believing a word of your crap. “I’m warning you Y/N, you're better off not even think-” Tara was cut off as you felt someone looming behind you and you suddenly realized that Tara wasn’t the only one who had gone quiet.

“Hello there little mouse.” His voice was like sin covered silk and you felt your body instantly heat. “And who might you be?”

You took a deep breath and turned in your seat. “I’m Tara’s sister, Y/N. '' You said softly as your eyes connected with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in all of him. Chiding yourself at noticing how big he actually is, so much so that you had to tilt your neck just to meet those pretty blue eyes.

His smile reminded you of a wolf as he looked from you to Tara. “I didn’t know you had a sister Tara. And one that was this beautiful as well.”

“She’s my kid sister.” Tara said, making you flinch at how she emphasized the kid part.

“Does she have your mouth too?” Eric chided and you felt the slap dealt to your sister and got up from where you were sitting.

“Yes, she does and she is also sitting right here. So if you have any questions why don’t you ask me and leave my sister alone.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you in return, turning his gaze back onto you, before stunning you with one of his wolfish smiles.

“What?” You asked hesitantly.

“You are a very welcome surprise tonight, Y/N.”

You felt a spike of bravery run through you, you’d decide later if it was a stupid streak of bravery later as you looked back up in those hungry eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You watched as his tongue darted out and wet his lips before he said “ Definitely a good thing. A very good thing.”

#jade tries writing #Jade takes requests #eric northman x reader #eric northman x black reader #eric northman x black female reader #true blood #true blood oneshots #eric northman oneshots #jadegrey writes #my writing

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awsugawara · 4 years

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bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]

i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !

note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!

Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out

Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark

enjoy :)

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s. aizawa

> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm

> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher

> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was

> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard

> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him

> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”

> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.

> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new

> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa

> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating

> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing

> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A with present mic

> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down

--- k. takami

> keigo is like a SIMP for you

> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff

> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”

> “you can never have enough, my dove”

> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school

> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you

> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge

> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”

> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art

> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him

> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock

> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while

--- t. shigaraki

> shiggy treats you like glass

> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art

> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league

> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN

> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling

> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”

> #getrekteddabi

> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™

> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused

> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”

> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS

> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look

> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”

> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location

> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does

> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**

> he felt his heart leap

> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”

--- dabi

> you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero

> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit

>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires

> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression

> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level

> “well, well what do we have here?”

> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food

> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you

> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you

> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you

> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit

> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you

> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it

> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity

> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”

--- h. toga

> innocent is how toga would describe you

> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up

> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed

> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her

> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful

> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi

> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”

> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base

> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish

> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate

> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news

> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was

> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such

> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her

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k. chisaki

> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK

> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art

> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home

> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????

> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]

> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**

> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on

> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**

> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you

> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer

> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life

> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much

> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested

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sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^;

#bnha headcannons #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #himiko toga x reader #dabi x reader #keigo takami x reader

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alyblacklist · 3 years

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Hey!!

I am new to your tumblr but I read your fics all the time (and reread them more often than I should admit lol)

I think you’re really amazing!

I’m so relieved that you answer asks and discuss speculation because I really need someone to talk this through.

So, I have watched a couple of other thriller series along the same lines where the makers don’t have any issues killing off major characters off the show.

There are a couple of things that are happening in this show which I think (and I honest to god hope I’m wrong) are building up to them killing off Ressler.

They get together, they partially admit their feelings (which we’ve been waiting for too Damn long) - so they get closure. Ressler is in the hospital, they show him deteriorating, he goes into v-fib.

And all of this is not that much of a game changer but hear me out. The task force is being dismantled and they need to give the viewers sth that they won’t expect. And bring some new spice in s9. With Liz going full time into crime, it seems a lot easier for them to kill off Ressler.

My only counter debate to my point is that they would have killed him off the moment he got shot (like they did with Meera) rather than show him being treated.

I really need to know what you think. Please tell me he’s not gonna die cause honestly who on earth will watch the show then?

Hi there! I have to say a special thank you to you, @alrightygirl, and to my anon (above) who I have lumped in, for the shoutouts on my stories. I came to Tumblr in the first place during the hiatus between S2/S3 in part because I realized some of my fav fanfic authors (@aussieokie !) were here so I am especially happy to read this.

I'm not sure people realize how much we fanfic writers thrive on feedback, and especially on the multi chapter works we invested so much time into. So thank you, and I have to say I really am looking forward to the end of the season so I can step away from the BTS hunt and my inbox and get back to just creating. Hopefully the writers will leave things in a good place in 8.22 so there's plenty to work with. Ok, on to the substance of your ask and I'll put in a jump because I can already tell this is getting long.

I really do NOT think Ressler will die. I didn't think so before 8x19 and I still don't think so after the "medical drama" of 8x20. Because that's what I think they're doing - they're creating drama because it's the end of the season and they want people freaking out and guessing over who will survive. Call it the curse of cable, or thrillers or whatever, but we as audiences have been conditioned to believe that major characters have to die every year, even if it's pointless.

The thing is, The Blacklist has never been that show. They have killed three "main characters" in the life of the show. Meera in S1 (and I later read Parminder only had a one-year deal), Tom in S5 (with huge fanfare and foreshadowing and an entire "hero" arc following a failed spinoff with a new series eagerly awaiting him at NBC), and Samar in S6 after the actress specifically requested to be released from her contract after S5 and gave them time to write her character an appropriate conclusion arc which also had huge foreshadowing.

Could they go a different route this year? Sure. We're late in the life of the show and twists and cliffhangers and budgets all come into play but the thing is - I just still really don't see it when it comes to Ressler.

For me, the characters' perspective is always paramount. What purpose would Ressler's death serve? It would make Liz more upset (because, you know, Sam, Tom, Katarina, her sister, her whole team weren't enough?). And other than that......?

The audience already knows the gravity of the stakes. So does Liz. So does every other character. The only purpose Ressler's death would serve that I see (and to be clear, I am focusing only on the characters in the show not the irrational fandom hate for his character) is to "punish" Liz more, to make her feel worse about what she's done, to deal another body blow on top of all that she's suffered already.

I don't think Liz needs that. (I'm positive nearly all of Reddit disagrees).

She turned herself in to Cooper because she recognized the bloodshed needed to end after she FEARED losing him. She stayed by Ressler's side and spoke her entire speech in the hearse and by his unconscious side because she can't handle losing him too. This is exactly the scenario the writers teased when Eisendrath teased all those months ago that maybe he would use her feelings for him to get her to come back.

Source (X)

He didn't overtly "use" her feelings in the end because that is not Ressler. He is not that guy. But in the end, her feelings for him were EXACTLY why she turned herself in.

I don't think Liz doesn't need to be punished further or suffer more in anyone's eyes except those who still can't come to terms with her war against Red. I don't think the writers feel that way about her character. To the contrary, they introduced a hallucinated Kaplan to try to give her a pass and also had her give lengthy explanations to both Ressler and Aram defending her behavior. I think from all I have read and seen that the writers view Liz as a victim of circumstances caused by Red - something Cooper has also articulated to Panabaker along the way in defending why Liz has done what she's done under extraordinary circumstances. We can all agree or disagree on the why and the method and the extremes but the bottom line is that I think the writers still view Liz as more "victim" or "forced criminal" than diabolical villain so killing Ressler, on top of everyone else Liz has lost, is just another deep blow on top of all the blows that have turned her into who she is. I think we're past the point that that is necessary and we'll be even further past that point after 8.21/8.22 when Liz learns some truths.

This has gotten crazy long so I'll just add these final thoughts which I have also articulated in prior posts:

- I think if the writers were going to write out Ressler - an original character from the Pilot - they would do so with more hype and fanfare and story than what he's gotten this season. Sure he was present in 8x19 a lot but it was really Liz's story. She was the heroine saving him and moving them from place to place while he suffered. I think the writers have enough respect for Diego to give him at least as much substantial story as Tom and Samar got in their sendoffs if this was really the end. He's a good guy and a good character and he deserves more than for his final moments to be a quiet fade to black in Vfib in a hospital with only Park present (or even Liz present for a final, vague, goodbye). A show that can't do that isn't a show I'm interested in watching, you know?

- his agents congratulated him on the S9 renewal back when it was announced. Hardly an indicator that a major character is getting jettisoned.

-You'd also think, if he was leaving this season, that he'd be doing more to elevate his profile on social media like he did at the end of Homeland to gear up for a new gig. He's done NOTHING.

-Finally, there has been literally nothing in JB's recent interview with The Blacklist Exposed, any of the BTS, the press, the episode descriptions, the crew photos, or anything else to date to indicate that a major actor/character is leaving. I know people can hide the ball but usually in this show, something slips through. So far - nothing. (No, I don't take Megan's thank you's or wrap party photos that way).

Anyway, hopefully we'll all be here at this time next year (or a few weeks earlier if things are back to normal), analyzing S9 and all that has happened. Thanks for the ask!

#alrightygirl #ask #anon #Donald ressler #spoilers and speculation #8.21 #8.22

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zevlors-tail · 3 years

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Home For The Holidays

A/N: Cheesy title, I know. I wanted to write something sweet for my fav comfort character for the holidays. Shinsou and reader are in a platonic relationship in this. “I love you” is said but again, it’s all platonic. Unless of course you would like to read it as otherwise. Enjoy!

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader (Platonic), Roommate/Modern AU

Summary: Holidays are stressful, and you just need a break.

TW: None. :)

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Drained. Tired. Exhausted. None of those words can even begin to describe how you feel right now. After two long days of lengthy driving and barely getting any sleep, you’re ready to collapse into your bed as soon you open your apartment door- or you would be, except your mind doesn’t seem to agree with your body. Physically, you want nothing more than to flop face first into your pillow and be done for the night. Mentally…not so much. Your brain just won’t quit, just won’t give up on trying to render you helpless. It won’t shut off, memories of the last two days replaying and continuing to stress you out even when it’s all over already. The holiday is essentially done, all of your goodies stuffed away in the back of your car still (you were too tired to even think about bringing most of them inside for the night), and you don’t have to see any more family. In fact, you cut your stay short and left early, and you sure as hell don’t have any plans to go back there any time soon. But after all is said and done, after you sink down on the couch beside your roommate, you still aren’t able to find enough peace of mind to rest or go to sleep.

Hitoshi shifts to make more room for you on the couch, and you gratefully curl up in the opposite corner from him and stretch out your legs a little. They ache from being cramped up in your car for hours on end. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you for a while, broken only by the sound of metal scraping against…porcelain? You look over to see Shinsou with a bowl of what looks like Kraft mac n’ cheese in his hands, eyes fixed on the TV while he absentmindedly shoves forkfuls of it in his mouth. Suddenly you feel extra tired and hungry, and you can’t help but remember that the last time you ate was this afternoon while you stare longingly at the bowl. If your car clock is correct, then you got back sometime around midnight; that’s at least a full eight hours or so since you’ve last had food. It’s not that you hadn’t been hungry at the time, but you were in such a hurry to pack everything up and make sure you didn’t forget anything before the drive home that you’d forgotten to have something for dinner. And if you're being honest with yourself…you might have been in a rush to leave after the events that transpired. Regardless, you're currently starving, but you lack the energy right now to get up and make something for yourself.

“Want some?” Shinsou shuffles around in his blanket so that his back is resting against the couch while he’s facing you, one hand outstretched to offer the bowl of macaroni and cheese to you. There’s still steam coming from it; it’s still hot and it smells heavenly. “I don’t mind, I was pretty much done anyway.” He must have caught you staring.

As much as you want to say no, your stomach growls loudly before you can even open your mouth, and Hitoshi is all but shoving the bowl into your hands before he moves closer to you and throws half of his blanket over your shoulders to share that too. He’s always so kind to you.

“But you’ve barely even touched it,” you reply flatly. It feels like all of your energy has been sapped. Even talking is taking a toll on you, but still your mind is awake.

“I was just bored. I ate dinner an hour ago.” When he sees you hesitating still, he gives you a thoughtful look and asks, “Would it make you feel better if I shared it with you?”

“Yeah...” It’s an honest answer. Even if he really did have dinner an hour ago, you still feel a little guilty about taking his food. At least this way he can have some too.

Shinsou takes a bite for every five that you take. You’re pretty sure he’s only eating for your sake, but you don’t mind that. You pass the fork back and forth between each other, his warmth at your side a welcome feeling after braving the bitter cold during the short walk to your shared apartment earlier. At some point you realize the utensil never left your hand after he passed it back to you however, and before long the bowl is empty.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until Tuesday,” he prods gently. His eyes roam over your face for the signs he knows so well by now.

“I wasn’t.”

You choose not to elaborate, and he accepts your silence for a valid answer. He’s good at reading between the lines and recognizing cues. It’s what you don’t say, rather than your actual response, that tells him you’ve had a rough time while you were away. The bags under your eyes, much heavier than usual as of late, tell him the same.

As far as you know, Hitoshi doesn’t visit his parents around this time of year. While you went to stay with some of your family, he’d chosen to stay home instead, and you had no qualms with it since it meant you wouldn’t need a house sitter for your numerous plants around the apartment. Now, you’re especially glad he doesn’t go anywhere during the holidays; you really don’t want to be alone right now. After having food and warming up, you feel absolutely beat. You’re achey, weary, beyond fatigued, and finally ready to relax your brain and go to sleep- and Hitoshi’s warm arms seem like the perfect place to do so. You lean into him, eyes already closing in defeat.

He sets the bowl on the coffee table before maneuvering the two of you around so that you’re lying on top of him, head resting just under his chin and his arms wrapped securely around your form. Over time, you've decided there’s no safer place than the lavender-haired man beneath you. Nothing brings you more solace than the strong beat in his chest and the warmth he radiates under the blanket, than his soft gaze that’s so full of care and his genuine smiles that you adore. There are no expectations to meet here, no standards to be held to, no facade to keep up. It’s just the two of you as you are- nothing more, and nothing less. You know Hitoshi will never judge you for anything, will never try to make you be someone you’re not. You can rest easy knowing you’re at home in his embrace.

“Hey…Toshi?” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. He makes a soft hum in acknowledgement and runs a hand lightly over your upper back, a motion that soothes some of your aches and relaxes you further. “Can you play with my hair?”

He chuckles softly but runs a hand through some of your loose strands, none the less. You lean into his tender touch, his fingertips gently massaging against your scalp as he does so. His touch feels nice; it melts away the stress of the past two days and eases your mind into a more relaxed state- one where you’re not constantly on overdrive with your thoughts and memories. Things finally slow down, and you start to drift off.

The blanket keeps the both of you warm as you cuddle each other, old reruns of a show you vaguely recognize playing on TV in the background. It’s the only source of light in the apartment- that is, until Hitoshi reaches over for the remote and turns it off for the night. After that, it’s completely quiet. The only sound you can hear is the strong beat of his heart in his chest and his hand running through your hair still. Both of your eyes are closed for the night, and you’re not moving any time soon.

“I’m glad you’re back home,” he whispers against you. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” It’s so quiet you’re almost unsure if you say it out loud, but the way Hitoshi snuggles up closer to you says otherwise.

All those places you visit over the holidays? All the family you interact with? It’s hard to call those home sometimes. But this? Right here?

Hitoshi Shinsou is a home if you’ve ever seen one.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi #shinsou #platonic!shinsou #platonic!shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #platonic shinsou #bnha christmas #sweater writes

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Hi there! Part 3 is also my fav. I just wanna be friends with all the Crusaders 😭 I've got such a big crush on all of them (which I can safely say I never expected to happen lmao) could you write some hcs or something where The Crusaders save readers life and they have a big victory, reader gives their hero a kiss? (You can leave out Oldseph if you don't wanna do that, or do something cutesy instead, like have the reader call him dad or grandpa, or a big hug)

(Same here Anon, I never expected to fall for Kakyoin and Jotaro so hard 😔 plus Avdol and Polnareff are both pretty cool. Joseph is a grade A grandpa, I want him to tell me jokes.)

(This kinda derailed into something else :l I hope it’s fine Anon)

Crusaders recieving a kiss of thanks for saving reader’s life

You guys were taking a break, walking around the open air market and enjoying your day. Of course, the peace doesn’t last long and you were suddenly attacked by an enemy Stand user. Chaos ensues before you’re finally dragged out of the fight by one of the Crusaders.

Jotaro

Okay first and foremost, he is pissed.

Whoever that put your life in danger is now a smear on the ground because Star Platinum went ham on them.

Of course he knew the risks on this journey but seeing you so close to dying made him terrified.

The only way you know he is that scared is by the trembles in his hands and he checks you over and by Star Platinum hovering extremely close to you.

He’ll freeze when he feels you kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you Jotaro.”

“Be careful.”

Jotaro remains next to you throughout the rest of the market trip, his hand clutching yours.

Kakyoin

Kakyoin is terrified. Then absolute fury overtakes him and before you know it, Hierophant Green has the Stand user in its grip, slowly strangling them.

His vision is pure red, zeroed in on the person who dare hurted you. He only snaps out of it when he feels you pulling on his arm.

“Kakyoin, cut it out!”

Turns to you and takes your face in his hands, frantically checking you over for bruises and injuries while firing a slew of questions at you.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay? I’m so sorry I—”

“Hey, hey, I’m alright. See? Thanks to you!”

His questions cut off as you plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Kakyoin pulls you into a hug after that and you can feel him quivering.

Avdol

We know that Avdol has an emotional temperament, but he tries to keep his head clear to be the voice of reason.

But he’s so caught off guard by this that he loses control of his emotions.

Moves you out of the way and begins patting you down.

“Are you hurt? Any pains? How dare they attack you like this!”

“Thank you Avdol! Because of you, I’m perfectly alright. You’re a hero.”

He doesn’t expect you launching at him with a hug nor did the foretell the kiss that you gave him.

Polnareff

In no time Silver Chariot had already pierced the opponent and taken care of them.

He hides his fear underneath a facade.

The most jovial acting of them all after this event.

“Are you alright, amour?”

“Yeah... thank you Polnareff.”

“Of course, chère. I’ll be your knight in shining armor any time.”

And of course, it’s only right to give knights a token of appreciation for their work.

Polnareff’s smug smile drops from his dace when you kiss his cheek, then returns full force.

“Oh ho! Thank you very much, dear. Let’s stick close together from now on.”

Joseph

The poor old man almost had a heart attack.

He feels so useless because his Stand isn’t much on the offensive so Joseph fulls on tackles the other user.

They didn’t expect a hulking 6’5 mass of Joestar so safe to say they were pretty disoriented.

Joseph used that to leg it away with you in tow.

“Are you okay, kid!?? They didn’t hurt you anywhere did they?!”

“It’s okay grandpa! I’m fine—”

Engulfs you in a hug when he hears you say that.

He’ll be happy to call you his grandchild.

Bonus: Iggy

Oh... how. Dare. They.

This person dares touch his favorite source of coffee gum and the least annoying person in this group????

Iggy launches himself at the Stand user right away as The Fool forms in front of you to block you from any other attacks.

Plenty of screaming and farting later, the user runs away with their tail between their legs and Iggy comes over with a satisfied look on his face.

You can sweep him into your arms and shower him with all the kisses you want, he won’t fart.

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Forthcoming

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7073903/1/Forthcoming

Chapters: 17

Published: June 12, 2011 - December 31, 2011

Words: 41434

Rated: Fiction M - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Supernatural - Characters: Elena G., Damon S. - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 132 - Follows: 95

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Chapter 14

a.n.: Takes place right after "Blood Brothers". Hope you all enjoy.

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It was late evening when Damon and Elena finally arrived at the Boarding House. They took their time walking there together, enjoying the crisp air as the sun set.

'Past' Damon met them at the door with a wave and a smirk, "Hello Elena and hello… me. Why don't you two come inside?"

"Where are Stefan and 'past' Elena?" Damon inquired as he took a seat in front of the blazing fire.

"Stefan's been having some issues with his blood lust lately, though I'm sure you two know about that already. Elena is with him though so hopefully they will be here shortly."

"I'm not sure if I want them to come…" Elena muttered, hoping both Damons would understand what she was talking about.

"Elena, you have to get this out of the way eventually," 'future' Damon reassured her, taking the seat next to her as the other Damon fixed himself a drink.

"Would you mind fixing me a drink as well?" Damon asked his past self, only to be given a glare in response.

Damon sighed before turning his attention back to Elena who seemed to be anxious by the way she was chewing her lip. "Elena?"

"I… sort of ran into my past self at the dance, Damon. She knows I'm here."

"Yeah…"

"How am I going to explain this to her?"

"Well, she is you so you'll know how to address things with -"

Elena cut him off, throwing her hand in the air with a sigh, "But that's the problem. I'll know how she'll react to this, especially if I tell her about you and me."

"And by you and me, you would mean?" 'past' Damon smirked as he twirled his drink in his hand.

Elena stood up as she glared right at Damon and marched her way across the room, "You said earlier we needed to talk, so let's talk."

"Right now?" 'past' Damon choked on his drink at her forwardness while 'future' Damon smirked in amusement.

"Yes, Damon - right now," she demanded, folding her arms over her chest.

"How about we discuss in private, maybe upstairs… so Elena and Stefan don't just walk in?"

Elena looked back at Damon on the couch and when he just shrugged at the two, she followed 'past' Damon up the stairs to his room.

As she entered, Elena tried to with hold back a shiver when she looked at his bed.

"When you left here the last time I said some things and I should, at the very least, apologize to you but I also need to get things off my chest and to make you understand."

Elena nodded with a sincere smile as she took a seat upon his comforter, patting the spot next to her, "I'm listening."

Stefan and Elena entered the Boarding House quietly, hands interlocking after their whole ordeal and Stefan feeling like a renewed and better man.

Damon looked up from his drink and the book he happened to pick up, "Hey, you're here," Damon announced, standing from the couch as the couple entered the room.

"Yea, we are," Stefan replied with a skeptical look.

"Just didn't expect you to come home so soon," Damon muttered as he watched Elena head towards the stairs, "Where do you think you're going?"

Elena turned around on the landing to give Damon her usual glare, "I know this is your house as well, Damon, but it's really none of your business. Besides, I'm just going up to Stefan's room. Good night."

Damon battled with himself if he should go after her, though his room wasn't close to Stefan's - but still, what if she overheard them talking in his room?

"Damon?" Stefan called out to him, probably wondering why he was staring at Elena.

"I..I'm fine, just a long couple of days, you know."

Stefan nodded before he turned to Damon with an intense stare, "Thank you."

Damon tried to keep his eye from widening as he realized where Stefan was going. The he racked his brain; trying to remember the conversation they had all those years ago.

"You're back on Bambi blood and I'm the big bad ass brother again, all's right with the world," giving his usual smirks as he continued to drink his scotch but marveling just how wrong those words sounded now.

"No, I mean it," Stefan stated, as he took a seat next to Damon, "Thank you for… helping her take care of me."

"You brood too much," Damon replied, words falling out of his mouth so naturally, "Everything in this planet is not your fault. My actions, what I do, is not your fault. I own them, they belong to me. You are not allowed to feel my guilt."

"You feel guilt?" Stefan questioned.

Damon had forgotten how weird it was once between them and how much of an arrogant prick he was himself. "If I wanted to…" Damon muttered, not sure he was sounding like his cocky self, "It's there."

Stefan nodded solemnly before getting up and Damon sighed, knowing what he was about to say wasn't what he was supposed to, "Stefan."

"I'm glad you're alright, really glad you decided to keep living."

Stefan frowned as he stood right in front of his brother, "You're going to say something about your always present threat of a lifetime of misery for me?"

"Hmm," Damon mused as he tried not to wince, "That's kind of overrated now. Just know I don't hate you, not completely anyway, Stefan. Besides, we have… we will have bigger and worse things to worry about."

Stefan was just about to ask what Damon was talking about until the sound of shattering glass reverberated through the walls.

Stefan and Damon rushed upstairs to be greeted by a strange scene. Elena was leaning against the hallway wall with her back turned towards them, glass fragments scattered along the hardwood floor. Yet, Elena's attention was focused on the door in front of her with another Damon standing in the door frame, protectively in front of another Elena.

The whole situation had Stefan questioning his own sanity. First Damon tells him he doesn't completely hate him and then he was seeing doubles of his girlfriend and brother.

"What is going on here?" Stefan asked with frustration clear in his voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"When I first saw you at the dance… I thought you were Katherine - you had to be but now… how can there be two Damons?" Elena gasped out, trying to come to a reasonable answer herself.

"I think it's best we go downstairs and… tell them everything," 'future' Damon suggested as he looked worryingly towards Damon and Elena standing awkwardly in the door way.

"I don't think we can explain this… not all of it." 'future' Elena muttered as she stepped in front of 'past' Damon, holding herself close as she tried to avoid the intense gaze from Stefan and her past self.

"Well, I can explain this to Stefan with 'other' Damon's help," 'past' Damon finally spoke as he continued to linger in the door frame of his bedroom.

"And what about me?" 'future' Elena turned back to stare at him in confusion.

"I think… or well, 'we' think it's probably best if you speak to yourself in person," 'future' Damon informed her, causing both Elenas to stare at him in disbelief.

Stefan and the two Damons made their way back to the living room, with a strong possibility of all three of them fixing themselves a stiff drink.

Elena wished she was with them instead of in Damon's room sitting on his bed while a pacing younger version of herself stayed silent for a couple minutes, every now and again shaking her head as she rubbed her temples.

"You're not Katherine?" she finally asked even though the question wasn't one of the necessary to ask.

"No, I'm not. I'm… well, this is going to be hard to believe…"

"I just learned vampires exist and my birth mother is one of them… I think I can handle anything."

'Future' Elena rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath, "I'm an older version of you sent here by Bonnie… from the future, and the second Damon out there is a future-version, who came to get me."

"You're right, that is hard to believe. And, wait,… how long have you been… here?"

"Here in this time? A couple weeks now. I was here right before the tomb was open."

"Did you know about the tomb vampires?"

Elena resisted rolling her eyes again, this wasn't the questions she needed to be answering but what could she do? The whole conversation felt surreal at the moment.

"Yes, I did…"

"And you didn't tell us about them?" Elena bit out as she cut her other self short.

"I told Damon… things haven't been easy since I came here. You have to understand that."

"No, I don't. You know of things that have yet to happen or so you claim. You could have stopped them!"

"Things like what? Shelia dying? Vicki turning? Look, this is not the conversation we need to be having right now, there are more important things to deal with."

"No… I want answers."

"And you'll get them… some of them- just not from me and not now."

"But you should have the answers I'm looking for… If you are who you claim to be."

"I am!" Elena practically jumped as she stood up from the bed and in front of her younger self, "But things happen at a certain time for a reason… it all does. So we need to focus because Damon and I need to…"

"You can't be me. You must be Katherine," her past self cut her off once again, much to Elena's growing annoyance.

"Why? Why do you keep insisting I'm Katherine? What? Do you want me to tell you some long past secret or memory to convince you? Because I don't have time for this…"

"I would never act this cruel… and I would have never slept with Damon." Her future self stated his obvious disgust at the idea.

Elena paused as she looked back at her past self once again, like some freaky mirror. "How do you know that? Were you spying on us or something?

"No… I just happened to come across you two on my way to Stefan's room when I heard you two talking…" 'past' Elena didn't even bother finishing her sentence, her judging eyes already fixed on the imposter.

"Forgot how nosy I use to be," Elena muttered, "We just had sex, it was just a quickie, anyway," Elena stated simply, added a silent 'that time' in her thoughts.

"Why would I ever dare sleep with Damon? I'm with Stefan. I love Stefan and I always will," the past version stressed as she pointed to her heart as if her 'future' self cold never understand.

Elena managed to not scoff at how she was acting right now. Was this how she really was when she was younger? Of course, she remembered being so stuck in her ways that it took her dying and the deaths of others to finally break her out of it.

"It's Damon of all people; he's just some loose womanizer. Did you fall for his so-called charms or something? You can't possibly love - "

"Oh, grow up!" Elena stated bluntly to her past self, even though she wanted nothing more than scream at her instead. She was ignorant and naïve, immature and inexperienced.

"You have this stupid notion of how love is supposed to be!- but it's not. And I know for a fact you're not thinking about your future with Stefan because of what will come up when you do. You get old and he doesn't, but you don't want to think about living forever or having to make that choice. And while you try to figure that out and stay blindly loyal to Stefan, Damon gets hurt over and over again in the process. It's not like he doesn't despise himself enough without everyone adding to it… but you don't care because despite everything he's done, all you can see are his mistakes."

Elena had to take a breath after her rant before she could finish, "Saddest part of all is that… you are the only one he would ever bare his soul to, the only person he would want to change for - to make himself a better man - for you more than he could ever do by himself."

After she finished, the younger Elena looked upon herself with a mixture ranging from hate and fear to confusion. The two seemed like nothing alike and 'future' Elena couldn't wait to get back to her own time. Thought, she had a strange feeling her past self felt the same way.

'Past' Elena tried to unclench her fist as she finally gathered her thoughts, "Stefan, Bonnie, and I help you and… ' future ' Damon get back to your own time, but as of right now, this conversation is over." And with that she marched out the bedroom door.

Stefan stared at the two versions of his brother, not sure what to make of the whole ordeal. The one he had been talking to earlier revealed himself to be from the future, of all cliché places, while the other one, the present version of Damon, was upstairs with 'future' Elena. They had informed him of the current situation with the future versions of Elena and Damon - though he felt like they were leaving him in the dark about more than what happened upstairs.

"So, are you going to tell me what you and 'future' Elena were talking about upstairs? What Elena possibly walked in on?"

Silence was his only answer and it seemed, for some unknown reason, neither one was willing to talk about it. Stefan wanted to try to ask more questioned until he heard the soft padding of converse making their way down the stairs followed by the rush of another set of shoes.

Elena watched as all three sets of eyes turned to stare at her and her past self. Both Damons watched hungrily with adoration, while Stefan just sort of stared between the two with some confusion, especially as the older version like she was some stage show oddity. The look seemed to go unnoticed by both women, even while the younger version walked straight to him to give him a fierce kiss without so much as a word before pulling herself closer to his side. 'Future' Elena just looked away, stealing a glance at the two Damons.

Everyone in that room knew so many things were going on in that house and being left unsaid.

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